tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50234180950424862112024-03-14T04:49:03.132-07:00BatMomBatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-82941945277684321112010-02-03T16:20:00.000-08:002010-07-04T19:45:18.853-07:00Better than Gingerbread MenI have this fond memory of my childhood with my mother: She used to make gingerbread men with me when I was really young. I am actually really thankful to have that memory, but when I shared it with my kids this morning, they asked if I had nice memories of them - so here they are:<br /><br />When Kyle was born I loved (more than anything else up until that point in my life) the 3am feedings. I could sit and look at him and hold him and watch "I Love Lucy" or "Twilight Zone" while he ate. It was the best feeling ever! I loved when he was 2 and learning his alphabet and potty training which led to him saying that he went "Q" in the potty (think about it). I loved watching him when he was 4 play like he was a tank and shoot his fingers at the side of his ears. I love that he is still not embarrassed to kiss me hello or good-bye in front of his friends and he will be seventeen this year.<br /><br />When Jake was little if he had been at preschool or when he was in elementary school I would always make a big deal saying that he had a new freckle on his nose when I picked him up. I would point at it and kiss it and he would laugh and say "stop mom!" but then once in a while when I'd forget he'd ask "Mom, do I have a new freckle today?" We also played the game "Who is the best mom?" I would ask, "Jake, who is the BEST mom in the world?" and he would respond, "Karen" and I'd start tickling him, so he'd say "No mom, wait stop." I'd stop tickling and he'd say, "Sister Mikesell," and the tickling would begin again. It would go on along those lines until eventually he'd kiss me and say that of course <em>I </em>was the best mom. I love that even though he says I am a big dork, I think that he <em>still </em>thinks I am the best mom.BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-16126989807636319442009-12-09T14:42:00.000-08:002009-12-09T14:53:21.548-08:00Seriously So BlessedI have completely plagerized the title of this post from one of the most entertaining blogs I read.<br /><br />I did this not because I am trying to be like TAMN but because I am "Seriously So Blessed". Yes, we have been having some difficult times and I do have moments when I just want things to be different, when I wish we had 'disposable income' when I find myself jealous of the 'things' my friends are able to purchase that I can't fathom being able to buy. But really look at this:<br />Even though the idiot lights keep coming on in my car, I have a car that gets me and my family where we need to go. Even though I can't afford a new computer, we have food on our table every night. Even though I am not rich and famous I have friends and family that love me.<br /><br />I am seriously so blessed...... and I am so thankful to God for all that He has given me in this life...BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-6160942829227333432009-12-04T11:11:00.001-08:002009-12-04T11:21:13.034-08:00I WishToday I updated my status on facebook asking for a moment of silence for the motherboard of my seven year old laptop.<br />While it will still turn on and has stretches of minutes at a time before kicking me off the internet or blinding my eyes with the blue screen of death, said motherboard is dying and by the time I pick it up from Agent Anderson at the Geek Squad, she may be completely dead.<br />As I am wont to do, I expected immediate funny condolences from friends who would find my recent loss amusing or even slightly sad (I mean, it is a computer not a friend or family member!) After ten minutes of NOTHING, I have taken the status down and replaced it with "I Wish."<br />Because, I wish - unrealistically, that it would last another four years, that I had been able to keep my job for another four months (because that was how on track we had been to be out of debt!), that I had not suffered from oversharing at the Relief Society party Tuesday night, that I could give my children the Christmas that they want (and deserve), that I could afford to help out some of the people I care about who need it financially, that I could live closer to my dad, that I hadn't driven into the Patrick Henry parking lot yesterday, that I would remember to do all of the things I need to do and then do them, that I wasn't feeling so sad today.BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-88781742301958821202009-09-20T16:18:00.001-07:002009-09-20T16:18:27.535-07:00Life is GoodI am brilliant.<br /><br /> Today (like many days) I had something remind me of one of my dearest friends. Unlike those other days that I have let pass without contacting her, I sent her an email (knowing full well that she never checks that address anymore, but that I would be able to send another email expounding on the story when I got home and she’d eventually get the message.) As good fortune, and Katherine’s ability to listen to the promptings of the Holy Ghost, would have it; she checked her email and at the top of the list of 1700 emails she was about to delete was mine in all caps I HAVE A STORY TO TELL YOU!!<br /> <br /> She wrote back and gave me her phone number which allowed me to call her back and share my funny story of the small world in which we live that has brought another girl we knew 17 years ago, close to being (but thankfully not) back in my life. The story of this girl is best left for another time. The goodness of today was in the fact that I was able to reconnect with my dear friend.<br /><br /> Katherine has always been my biggest cheerleader and the person who has taught me that I am better than I always thought I was. She is the person who I have called (on too many occasions) when I needed a friend. I don’t have a lot of close friends, I have a lot of casual friends and acquaintances who I really like, but Katherine is my friend, my dear friend.<br /> <br /> Today as we talked, I told her about my fears with this creative writing class I am taking and my fear about sharing my first story with the class – you know how bad it might be, how it might be mocked, how I might really SUCK at it, and how I have for most of my life tended to lead with my insecurity…<br /><br /> Well, for class this Wednesday the teacher sent out four of the stories written by my classmates. We are to read, comment and prepare for the presentation of these four stories this week. I just read the first story – and have to conclude that I am brilliant and have nothing to worry about. I wish I could post it here, but I can’t. I will eventually post my own story, but when I do... and you read it… please know that in comparison with some of the other stories.<br /><br /> I am brilliant.BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-34202324079517374832009-08-27T15:33:00.000-07:002009-08-27T16:12:08.488-07:00School Has Started.... For Me...Last spring school really got busy and I had a heavy load keeping up with my classes but I finished 14 units with all A's. I even got a letter from the dean or president of Grossmont (whatever he is called) commending me and saying I was on his "list" Doug scolded me for throwing it away, but really, what in the heck would I do with it?<br /><br /> So this was my first week of classes for the fall semester. For the 3rd semester in a row, I dropped History of Rock Music (satisfies humanities requirement). There is no end to the cr*p I have gotten from Doug and now Kyle about this one, but really, I can do it next semester. I substituted an aerobic walking class which now gives me 12.5 units as opposed to 14, and I can take both next semester and have 12.5 as opposed to the 8 I would have taken.<br /><br /> Which brings me to my only night class. Last spring when I met with one of the school counselors to discuss transferring to a 4 year she noticed a not so good grade on one of my old - straight from high school - college classes (what a shock!) The class was listed on my transcript as "Intro to Fiction" I was halfway through that semester and taking "Intro to Literature" which was almost an identical class to the original class, but the counselor was certain that the 4 year wouldn't think it was the same class, so she said I needed to take "Intro to Fiction Writing". Freakin' scary.<br /><br /> I am pretty certain that there are TONS of people who want to write and be recognized for their writing, I am not immune to this desire, in fact, I have a number of "started" stories. But the idea of actually finishing one and putting it "out there" for criticism whether constructive or not is terrifying to me.<br /><br /> Last night was my first "Intro to Fiction Writing" class. The instructor, so far, seems really great and I feel comfortable because I like to think that I am a pretty well-read person so I can sort of "get" a lot of what she is saying. About 3/4 of the way through the class, she divided us up into groups of 4. My group was 3 boys and me..... let's call them Stinky, Sleepy & Twit.<br /><br /> Stinky was seated at the desk in front of me for the whole class and in addition to the obvious social disabilites this poor kid had he was also in some severe gastrointestinal distress. I don't think Sleepy really was you know, sleepy, but he was so quiet and by far the nicest of this male trio. Twit was just that. He brought his bike into the classroom as opposed to locking it on the bike rack three feet from the door, and if he had been sporting big bushy hair, he might have been <a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/thegoodefamily/index">Gerald Goode's</a> twin. Twit <em>was </em>sporting a mac shirt, you know the one - with the bitten apple on the front. I had already spoken to Stinky and Sleepy, so in an effort at friendly humor I said to him: "I can see you are a P.C." Instead of words, I was met with a humorless smile. YIKES!!<br /><br />really, this is the most scary of all my classes even math.<br /><br /> We began the "workshopping" exercise and Stinky puts forth what I initially thought of as a really overused, contrived and expected character <span style="font-size:78%;">(no I didn't say that out loud!)</span> During his presentation, Twit was rolling his eyes, sighing and genrally giving off a very negative vibe, so I suggested a different type character. (I'm not really naieve enough to think mine was the better way to go, but I know it was more original) Twit then says "No, I'm really liking Stinky's idea" ooooookay. Each of us continue to give ideas; however, our moderator (scribe), Twit, didn't seem to hear <u>anything</u> I said. Until at one point, having shot down EVERY idea I contributed, I suggest a name for one of the characters <span style="font-size:78%;">(Twit doesn't hear)</span> Sleepy heard me and repeated the name and Twit says to Sleepy "I really like that name you said!" ummm, Sleepy said "Oh, well, she....." Twit's eyes glaze over and he turns away. A few seconds later, as I attempt to give more input... <span style="font-size:78%;">you really just won't believe it</span>... Twit says: "Shhhhhh".<br /><br /> Now, at this point I have a VERY QUICK mental debate over how to handle this situation finally deciding on the following exchange:<br /><br />Me: "UM, did you just shush me?"<br />Twit: "oh, uh, what?"<br />Me: "Just now, did you <em>really</em> just shush me?"<br />Stinky: "I thought he did too and couldn't believe it!"<br />Me: "So - you just shushed me? <em>Really</em>?"<br />Twit: "OH NO! I was just about to say something and I sort of lost it."<br /><br /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Dang right you did - I could snap your scrawny little body between my thumb and forefinger!</span><br /><br />Twit.BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-45253186398996560192009-05-22T20:02:00.000-07:002009-05-22T20:06:35.425-07:00Can't wipe the smile off my face....Have I ever mentioned that I LOVE the <a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/">Fug Girls</a>? Well, I do. They are brilliant! And they have given me a smile that just won't go away. Never having seen a single episode of "One Tree Hill" I had no idea what a brilliant comedy I was missing! If you are a regular viewer of the show, I am sure that this episode was heart wrenching, but man I am still giggling and really I did need this giggle to help alleviate the pressures of my final papers!<br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzPDEirVTZk&color1=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color2="0xcfcfcf&hl=" feature="player_embedded&fs=" allowfullscreen="true"></embed>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-29611739698314266882009-03-24T16:17:00.000-07:002009-03-24T16:43:50.682-07:00FriendsWith some recent startling news, I have spent some time reflecting on myself as a friend to others. I am (of course in my own view) a pretty outgoing person, who has tentative moments when meeting people for the first time. I don't often meet people that I don't like, for the most part it happens after something has rubbed me the wrong way in their demeanor or actions and unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your view of the situation) I can rarely hide my feelings about those people.<br />The weird thing about me (of course in my own view) is that I am not a big socializer. I'd rather sit at home and watch tv with my kids and husband than go out with the girls, but I have been on a few 'outings' with my girlfriends! I have had exactly 3 friends since my husband and I got married that I have ever <em>really</em> confided things to, but I have lots of women who I really respect and love to be around. Most of the time, I really intend to call these women at one point or another and if I actually get around to doing it, I always enjoy when we spend time together (even though I felt like a tag along I had a <em>great </em>time with Justyn and Heidi when we went shopping for bags a couple of years ago) but that is just it! I can count on one hand the times I have actually called someone that was on my mind up and said, "Hey, let's go get lunch, or yogurt, or window shop or (fill in your own blank here)".<br />About a month ago, I called one of my friends, Alyssa to let her know that I needed to make a change in our trust and if she hadn't gotten her notary stamp yet to give me a call anytime she needed a notary since I had quite a bit of new free time and I had such a good time with her the last time we went to a meeting together and she said that no, she hadn't gotten her notary stamp and that she'd give me a call and we'd get together with our other friend Erin and have lunch again since it had been I think 6 months since the last lunch. You know.... the usual chat you have. And let me tell you, I love this girl Alyssa, she is smart and sweet and funny and I always wished she had met my brother in law before she met her husband (whole other story there!) For the last 3 weeks she has been on my mind A LOT! I mean I have thought about her at least once or twice a day and 4-5 days in the week and I have really meant to call her because obviously I need to etc....<br />To say you could have knocked me over with a feather when I got the call on Sunday night that she passed away the night before. Only 4 days after her 38th birthday would be a huge understatement. For the past couple of days I have walked around in a daze really kicking myself in the butt for not having called her when I obviously had been prompted to feeling like a big steaming pile of poo! (can I say that Alyssa would be the first to laugh at that analogy) It wasn't until I spoke to Erin that I started feeling a little better, but you should know (and if you are reading this I do mean you since like 4 people read this) I am so grateful for the pals I have and if any one of you needed me I would be there for you, and I promise if I get the prompting and you are on my mind - I won't be ignoring that one ever again..............BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-87909140837566335502009-03-15T18:00:00.000-07:002009-03-15T18:03:34.619-07:00Check it out.......So, my last post was that I was coming out of retirement. I had a couple who called about having me shoot their wedding so I updated my portfolio blog with a few (admittedly very few) photos from previous weddings. They decided to go another way, but I have added a few other photos to the blog and would like some feedback on what y'all think. Please!! See the "PORTFOLIO" link on the right? Good, cuz I am too darn lazy to put a link in this post!BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-77797414103527448242009-02-26T20:52:00.001-08:002009-02-26T20:53:43.530-08:00Coming Out (of retirement)Since there has been a recent change in my employment, I am beginning to take photography jobs again.<br /><br />Please check out my <a href="http://batmomportfolio.blogspot.com/">PORTFOLIO </a>let me know what you think!BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-90734662034901572242009-01-26T17:00:00.000-08:002009-01-26T12:56:07.511-08:00Now that I got THAT out of the way!I went to Anaheim yesterday to see my sister at C.H.A. <span style="font-size:78%;">(yeah, I had no idea what the heck it meant either!)</span> We figured out that we hadn't seen each other in almost 9 years! Can you freakin believe that?!?!? I am not happy about that but what amazed me was that it didn't feel like that long since we talk so often. <div></div><br /><div>The first thing she made me do was stand in a line <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>(this is so embarrassing)</strong>.</span> The whole thing was supposed to have begun at 2pm and when we got in line it was 2:30. After 15 or 20 minutes it happened, and we happened to be in the best position to see it! <span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>(so fully embarrassing!)</strong></span> Here she came...we were halfway down the row and at the beginning of the row she stopped (this is ridiculous of me, but I thought she was talking to the lady in that first booth, no, she saw a mirror and had to stop and admire her own reflection for almost a full minute). I was AMAZED at how she walked through that group of people with her body guards and didn't notice a single other person there but herself! Honestly, how can someone be so completely detached from their own <em>environment</em>! COMPLETELY AMAZING! </div><div></div><br /><div>Here are the 2 things I can say about the girl:</div><br /><div>1) She is freakin' tiny! </div><div>2) She has beautiful skin! (I would like to know how deep that layer of makeup was though)</div><br /><div></div><div>Did I not mention who it was yet? IT IS BECAUSE I AM SOOOOO EMBARRASSED!! </div><div></div><br /><div>paris hilton <span style="font-size:85%;">(apparently she is a fabulous paper designer now)</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">(I could just freakin die, I am so embarrassed)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.thebobbypin.com/2009/01/oh-yes-shes-serious.html">(Natalie, this is for you! My sister got the photo on her camera!)</a></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295708526686858866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjLU4CoT2mf-yjx7LYx8y8tNy7WaMmF-aI4yIm52YY3746nhSXwg9LpVZbZmnoPjTrJ7bc6UY-bkMvTopx7xEMq3niv-sl5tNJmEah_kTTJzScz1KS6350bhmIpDWp4InFVptShvyGAau/s400/Paris.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-42495022004537985012009-01-26T12:05:00.000-08:002009-01-26T12:28:35.481-08:00I am a ClicheYes, I am the 2009 Cliche that you have been hearing about on television and the radio!<br /><br />I have been laid off from my job and I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">returning</span> to school full-time. As far as the job goes, I really felt it coming for about the last 4 months. To be honest if my boss hadn't sat me down 3 months ago to give me the talk about how my job was "secure" and if anyone suffered from the market downturn it would be the 2 partners I wouldn't have felt so blindsided. At my last staff meeting they told Janelle and I that they would either have to let one of us go or put us both to part time (me working 3hrs a day and her 5 and they had already calculated that I'd make more on unemployment <span style="font-size:78%;"><em>you see where they were going</em></span>) My last week at work was very uneventful (I finished the last 3 days knowing I'd be leaving) I thought that they'd have a lunch or some sort of send off, but it was a very uneventful day. This is my first time leaving a job where I didn't instigate the process and from what I was told when I left we would all still be on friendly terms and they still liked me. The Sunday following though, I realized that was not entirely accurate. Both bosses came to our ward - neither spoke to me and one wouldn't even look in my direction! (I was told that my first day not being at work he was walking around singing and happier than he had been in <em>months!</em>) I had to go into the office that next day and again, he immediately got on the phone and wouldn't look up when I tried to make eye contact. So, the only thing I can equate it to is a bad break up.<br /><br />I am taking 14 units, today was my first day back in school and it was great! I am really trying to look at this whole thing as a blessing in disguise, which actually works for the most part. The hardest part is when I want to go out and buy dinner or take treats to a friend I am sort of short on cash <span style="font-size:78%;">(SHOCKING!)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I hate being on a budget - I should say I hate being on a <strong><em>tight</em></strong> budget! </span>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-69252675204799933982008-12-18T10:33:00.000-08:002008-12-18T14:43:50.510-08:00A Law & Order MomentSo as everyone knows, I got a speeding ticket in <a href="http://annbatson.blogspot.com/2008/12/speeding-along.html">October</a>. The nice officer <em>says </em>he caught me doing 16 mph over the limit. I was guilty. For speeding, not the 16 over. The lovely letter came at the end of November saying that I owed $315 to the East County by December 19<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> and on top of that I could pay for traffic school! (if I was eligible - which I was, since I haven't had a speeding ticket since 1989!)<br /><br />Today I went to pay the fine and turn in my traffic school diploma. At the payment desk I mentioned to the kid (really, he looked younger than my 15 year old) that I was not in fact doing the full 16 mph over the limit for which the officer wrote the ticket. He let me know that 16 is the magic number which raises the charge for the ticket and asked if I wanted to talk to the judge (for crying out loud - DID I?!?!?) Off I went to the courtroom reserved for flagrant traffic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">violators</span>, like me. (I should probably mention here that I sat outside the courtroom for 5 minutes before realizing that I was supposed to wait <em>inside.</em> It was a little embarrassing, but nobody knew - until now.) Luckily, they hadn't yet called my name. So I sat watching as folks plead guilty and not guilty for different offenses such as speeding, driving at night with no lights (that one was kind of interesting) no proof of insurance, driving on a suspended license....<br /><br />Can I just insert here that my whole life I have <em>LOVED </em>the energy in a courtroom even this traffic court! My turn came, and I stood up and plead guilty but noted that I was not going 16 mph over the limit. The judge asked how fast I thought I was going and so I told him between 5 and 12 over. (truth be told, I don't think I was going more than 10 over, but I wasn't sure he'd buy it). He offered me traffic school (oops - already did it!) no problem just give the original certificate to the court clerk (maybe I should have made a copy - too late!) "Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Batson</span>, since you have a clean record I will reduce the fine to $235. You have a nice day."<br /><br />Okay, I know $235 is crazy!! My friend who got a ticket for going 16 over in San Diego only paid $189 and she didn't dispute anything! But it was reduced by $80 which was worth the hour that it took to take care of it <em>and </em>I got to spend a few minutes in a (traffic) courtroom, and talk to the judge.<br /><br />I was tempted to go upstairs to the civil courtroom of my former professor, but 1. I wasn't sure he would remember me and 2. If he did, he wouldn't be able to chat with me, go figure.<br /><br />Here is where I ended up (in my head) after my field trip:<br /><br />I so wish that I could just take the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">freakin</span>' LSAT on an A.S. degree and get into law school! One of the local schools used to allow that! and:<br /><br />If I went to work at the courthouse just to be around the "environment" I would end up with a job in the back room, processing people's payment of fines. Not exactly the place I'd want to be.<br /><br />******I DO owe a big, fat thanks to Justyn and her sister Erin (the best hair do-er in the world!) for prompting me to take the route of trying to get this lowered - IT WORKED!***************BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-90038370119447829402008-12-12T10:17:00.000-08:002008-12-12T12:58:24.196-08:00Christmas Traditions Tag<span style="color:#009900;">1. Egg nog or Hot chocolate?</span><br />Never Nog! Hot chocolate all the way!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?</span><br />Just sits them under the tree. Now that my kids are ‘older’ he wraps many of them days in advance and puts them under the tree!<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">3. Colored lights on a tree/house or white.</span><br />I love White lights to help all the beautiful colored ornaments stand out! (I agree with Heidi – white lights on the tree. We put colored lights on the house)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4. Do I hang mistletoe?</span><br />No, but I kind of wish I did!<br /><span style="color:#009900;"><br />5. When do I put up my decorations?</span><br />We get our tree the Monday after Thanksgiving and decorate for FHE!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">6. What is my favorite holiday dish?</span><br />All of the comfort foods I grew up with that I don’t get to have anymore – sausage balls for breakfast, broccoli casserole, cornbread stuffing.<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">7. Favorite holiday memory as a child?</span><br />Being at my grandmother’s house one Christmas Eve with my Jorstad cousins and my older cousin Debbie kept looking out the window and was sure that she saw Rudolph’s red nose. Of course then we all saw it!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">8. When and how did I learn the truth about Santa?</span><br />Same as my favorite holiday memory – Debbie’s little sister Julie told me there was no Santa because she had a price tag on her coloring book!<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">9. Do we open a Christmas gift on Christmas Eve?</span><br />I grew up with that tradition, and Doug kicked against it for years! Now, we open pajamas on Christmas eve.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">10. How do I decorate our tree?</span><br />White lights – mostly red balls (sometimes red bows) a few ornaments for the years we have been married lots are those cutesy family ornaments with our names. And lots of stuff the kids made when they were younger.<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">11. Can I ice skate?</span><br />No, too chicken to try!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">12. Can I remember my favorite gift?</span><br />Mrs. Beasley, I think I was like 2 when I got this (it was from a really popular tv show at the time and now I feel older than dirt!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279009398396653106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWl9ooNYVCI5WCuI89GAEfi-lyx_ZRH6ouUjcTRTrm31rSYHBU4An0g18ZvZwSwVqBSlw34LQVZWY6u1dNXOEPbK9ANovZ1fWG-nNxP0DuTqz-X6Is9daBzKuCPBv_e69tssYWR76YlLe/s400/mrsbeasleydoll.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">13. What is the most important thing about the holidays for me?</span><br />Family time and also service to others.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">14. What is my favorite holiday dessert?</span><br />Banana split pie (holy cow!)<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">15. What is my favorite holiday tradition?</span><br />Baking with my family<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">16. What tops my tree?</span><br />Angel<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">17. What do I prefer - Giving or receiving?</span><br />Giving!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">18. What is my favorite Christmas song?</span><br />Carol of the Bells & Angels We have heard on High<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">19. Candy Canes?</span><br />Yes, especially at church.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I tag... Jennifer, Candace, Danielle, Chelsea, (Heidi already got most of my friends!) Go get it Girls!</span>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-46008632879527011682008-12-08T19:08:00.000-08:002008-12-08T19:15:54.422-08:00Speeding alongWell, back in October I got a speeding ticket. I wasn't even in a hurry. I was headed home after dropping the kids off at school to meet a repairman, I had plenty of time and just as I realized that I was far ahead of the rest of the traffic and began to apply pressure to the brake pedal, I saw the cop.<br /><br />I hate it when I do stupid stuff.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Anyhoodle</span>, it was the first time in 19 years that I had been pulled over. The cop was pretty nice, and said that since the holidays were coming up he would put my ticket out a while (yeah, right). It came in the mail at the end of November and is due December 19<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> that $300 ticket won't interfere with the holidays <em>at all!</em><br /><br />So, if anyone else in the Southern California region finds themselves in need of traffic school may I recommend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gototrafficschool</span>.com? I have a referral code that will give you a discount <a href="http://gototrafficschool.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">XMB</span>-E7D-M2B</a> It was pretty fast and easy.BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-72225903061473787432008-12-05T12:00:00.000-08:002008-12-05T12:00:01.698-08:00Turkey BowlNow:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAO2UxNTKB4q1asvkUCshpGunI7QK3y1DMdCY8Y2aabxpIA7Udn7sbVrpVxL3d3hGoc0KJOInFzUX_yPx8iDdkWrIy7uzW1bqihTm6az8XHEhwz22JjpLYG9-JzBoR_uIqhI9KFFc9_X5Y/s1600-h/DSC_0757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276145296878036162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAO2UxNTKB4q1asvkUCshpGunI7QK3y1DMdCY8Y2aabxpIA7Udn7sbVrpVxL3d3hGoc0KJOInFzUX_yPx8iDdkWrIy7uzW1bqihTm6az8XHEhwz22JjpLYG9-JzBoR_uIqhI9KFFc9_X5Y/s400/DSC_0757.JPG" border="0" /></a> As everyone knows this was a pretty wet Thanksgiving. It was also kind of bittersweet.<br /><br />When Kyle was young, probably 4 he wanted to have a Turkey bowl. So, we got together with our neighbors and as many other friends we could gather and had a huge time! Every Thanksgiving we had families with kids from 4 - adults and we played football and soccer most years we had families from out of town join us, sometimes people we knew would drive by and see us on the field and stop to participate. Boys and girls would play, I actually played a couple of times! Then 2 years ago it was our last Turkey bowl - our friends moved to Poway, and a tradition came to an end. Last year our family went on a cruise, so I didn't miss it as much as I thought I would and this year I missed it more than I thought I could.<br /><br /><br />Then:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276151985309410834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBE0ZY2IIRVB5X76eVQUmLRqaNNyvAUwPVTO-8NtHPMC2FLTff_4okIeiMUW-WmJFheZ6Butk257Wk7wlkaO8DIDmy-TvzLgQDnaNTx8aYyjy2dfgYN7nppadkdYYxMR1VoY5Z7DRNndrH/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-3876935795563615182008-12-04T19:24:00.000-08:002008-12-04T19:35:43.760-08:00Heidi's Shower!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHzTaIeYMNNvpt6EKpX87pLFjkG-qO2Z6IGQqQ1l3wf4tC-YieOPDKO9g0piKCktwkBHgL1UR2nejqVgs7GZQ8fZhVMDZU4EaDm5Gr9hrRuZlMirJmoN_OU6vKCXAwzIyW6BmeK_NZdjK/s1600-h/DSC_0784.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143971637745202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHzTaIeYMNNvpt6EKpX87pLFjkG-qO2Z6IGQqQ1l3wf4tC-YieOPDKO9g0piKCktwkBHgL1UR2nejqVgs7GZQ8fZhVMDZU4EaDm5Gr9hrRuZlMirJmoN_OU6vKCXAwzIyW6BmeK_NZdjK/s320/DSC_0784.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDibuo0b3_nAsRBMSatY30VYaKBW8h_gcR0sNi4YL_wb8n6TZdNvLmfbbaEpdELcHCtNNi5TT7phFWfUFfl0teQTHSDZI9Vg_4I5IERhTfAuAEWcXgFxRvXc_sKpA3-VPxAS8y7DV5JY2/s1600-h/DSC_0781.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143966757764290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDibuo0b3_nAsRBMSatY30VYaKBW8h_gcR0sNi4YL_wb8n6TZdNvLmfbbaEpdELcHCtNNi5TT7phFWfUFfl0teQTHSDZI9Vg_4I5IERhTfAuAEWcXgFxRvXc_sKpA3-VPxAS8y7DV5JY2/s320/DSC_0781.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGLqoStE40wOfbhJDoTlL5a17mfh04s_YA_29JUJMIST6bBiiOOJJmBiGd1AVuHFSkhGC1Rmls9r36PtseQ95tlmDt3kbh6undBFcNa4b4NcawjFPAc1YJPKZCogyd2uEwBwVCkQijoMs/s1600-h/DSC_0778.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143946885673746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGLqoStE40wOfbhJDoTlL5a17mfh04s_YA_29JUJMIST6bBiiOOJJmBiGd1AVuHFSkhGC1Rmls9r36PtseQ95tlmDt3kbh6undBFcNa4b4NcawjFPAc1YJPKZCogyd2uEwBwVCkQijoMs/s320/DSC_0778.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPb3DRrN4MCU2Ya5T_Bn13xST1UkTeG-C9qaUAnXHdgN1MbbqrtDYsuOHRqTNCl8W54OHBSh_ohyiPxq9u5dOlOZ3MQSWJyHMvqp1O4strC0HQ1bcv1YgOnvt0MM0CW4bSPOjF1SzmyKTi/s1600-h/DSC_0773.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143934885694050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPb3DRrN4MCU2Ya5T_Bn13xST1UkTeG-C9qaUAnXHdgN1MbbqrtDYsuOHRqTNCl8W54OHBSh_ohyiPxq9u5dOlOZ3MQSWJyHMvqp1O4strC0HQ1bcv1YgOnvt0MM0CW4bSPOjF1SzmyKTi/s320/DSC_0773.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07c7epqgiPVqJkAb1QTMvJnSTtDlvLv51MHo0QpGF_Wqpkl7JtiIQnBWsAs3UTfDy-V01T2Z3AEOlusnBYEC0WGIJv-9THTNJpvrxRik1Qtmv7k8jdBwTgvs0EPAdvbAfJnimehqQi97C/s1600-h/DSC_0768.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143932901803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07c7epqgiPVqJkAb1QTMvJnSTtDlvLv51MHo0QpGF_Wqpkl7JtiIQnBWsAs3UTfDy-V01T2Z3AEOlusnBYEC0WGIJv-9THTNJpvrxRik1Qtmv7k8jdBwTgvs0EPAdvbAfJnimehqQi97C/s320/DSC_0768.JPG" border="0" /></a> so, i <em>know</em> as a photographer these pics are not (quality wise) ones to put in a portfolio but, we had a fun night! <div></div></div></div></div></div>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-7140505269262835612008-12-01T17:30:00.000-08:002008-12-01T20:46:20.498-08:00hahahahahaha give it a minute to load!<object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Ehx5rv4H2X8P37EooR3hWQ"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Ehx5rv4H2X8P37EooR3hWQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="296"></embed></object>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-40323828469354397422008-11-23T16:18:00.000-08:002008-11-23T16:47:06.087-08:00just thinking....as we sat in church today, someone's cell phone started ringing.<br />i don't look anymore for fear that i might give a very non-christian vibe to the offender and for the most part i like to think that the poor person just forgot that it was in their pocket or turned on, but when this one went off a second time less than 10 minutes later i had the following thought:<br />our young womens group went to see 'twilight' on friday night and before the previews began, i counted 4 ads urging attendees to TURN OFF THEIR CELL PHONES! another such ad ran at the end of the previews leaving my final count at 5. how can we reverence movies (most of which tout standards that are so far removed from ours that i sometimes wonder why i give my hard earned money to the filmmakers) enough to leave the outside world behind when we can't spend more than an hour learning about our savior without making sure anyone not in attendance in our meeting might need to reach us.<br />i can't think of any good reason to bring a cell phone to church. if you are expecting something bad to happen - sick relative in the hospital on the brink of death? maybe you should be at the hospital by their side. what about some good news - answer to the job interview? pretty sure they know how to use voice mail (and if they don't, do you really want to work there?)<br />so, hopefully my rant will be forgiven, maybe if i share a quick story....<br /> - our church has a lay ministry, which means that each of the members take turns speaking in our meetings. a couple of weeks ago, a woman (who we don't see much of) showed up to speak to us all. she stood and shared her thoughts, which may have been very uplifting and spiritually fulfilling. i wouldn't know because she couldn't be bothered, at the time, to take her bluetooth out of her ear. which meant i couldn't be bothered to stop looking for her phone number! i mean really, how great would it have been if <em>her phone </em>had started ringing!BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-31484314332428403912008-11-15T18:47:00.000-08:002008-11-15T19:41:42.343-08:00Gang sign of pregnant women everywhere!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheoGR7KtbSznN4tjDeDKqVcQMzcXp3bWgnkuEr9Llgxe8uum8oH2Z5XdHcctSanZgNIpFl9mGrkXON1nRNbH5mb5i30DIPvEcbbIayML72I44HfdioT9PN6pmsFnuskaVRqFGvntQTLhCx/s1600-h/DSC_0407.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269088124376193154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheoGR7KtbSznN4tjDeDKqVcQMzcXp3bWgnkuEr9Llgxe8uum8oH2Z5XdHcctSanZgNIpFl9mGrkXON1nRNbH5mb5i30DIPvEcbbIayML72I44HfdioT9PN6pmsFnuskaVRqFGvntQTLhCx/s400/DSC_0407.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-4394172267582556802008-11-15T09:34:00.000-08:002008-11-15T09:51:06.540-08:00New for meSo, if I imagined the perfect job it would be reading. That is it.<br /><br />Nothing else (other than my family) gives me more enjoyment than sitting down with a good book and losing myself in someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">else's</span> story for a while. Even when I don't fully enjoy a book, I can never put it down until I know how the whole thing shakes out.<br /><br />Recently, I needed to release a little stress - a few health issues were weighing me down and I went to the temple to try and get some answers and figure out what might help me relax. As I sat waiting for the session to begin, I had the clearest picture in my mind of a book review blog, how it would look and what I would want to share. I was even impressed that I should ask <a href="http://www.thebobbypin.com/">Natalie </a>to help me with the whole thing. (she was very gracious and gave me some invaluable insights and set up help, she ROCKS!) Initially I was so nervous about it I was going to do it completely anonymously and not tell anyone about it but <em>so what?!</em><br /><br />If y'all don't like it help me by making some anonymous comments of constructive criticism, help me make it better. By the same token, if you do like it - visit often and tell your friends and families.<br /><br /><a href="http://anniebookmarked.blogspot.com/">I hope you visit soon.</a><br /><br />Oh, and a friend and I were recently talking about finding books to read so I am also going to add the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">component</span> of book recommendations as well.<br /><br />Here you go..................................<br /><br /><a href="http://anniebookmarked.blogspot.com/">Bookmarked</a>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-92183014046187928332008-10-28T17:02:00.001-07:002008-10-28T17:04:37.223-07:00Love This!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwzWnEo9LNsZbNqzA1UrhLPHfBs6NTRYIMSROiJzzwjgSN8vPN4lBs_5S_imA7UUncJ3idTageKaTtPC80FjkVupincypOzaWXuVRk2jwsug8jgtja5kV7YHbZooXLiThOT1frqx76nT8/s1600-h/yes+8.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360017200348962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwzWnEo9LNsZbNqzA1UrhLPHfBs6NTRYIMSROiJzzwjgSN8vPN4lBs_5S_imA7UUncJ3idTageKaTtPC80FjkVupincypOzaWXuVRk2jwsug8jgtja5kV7YHbZooXLiThOT1frqx76nT8/s400/yes+8.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bR44oOAusFv3ISBcCVuoQUpYShBLCfGFShejkJZySJamaH5pDi4dMD4mLn-H77IbePMDwybUG9lML4JLVYhaMUKMygml93aD8D9SxQsbWqQmB2wbqj9wEqZvwcF9CTAWO4CvpLh41owb/s1600-h/yes+8.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-22925584896220391442008-10-25T16:52:00.000-07:002008-10-25T17:25:50.535-07:00Yes on Proposition 8<div>For the first time in my adult life, I have a sign on my front lawn and a bumper sticker on my car proclaiming my view on Proposition 8. I was not nervous about putting the signs and stickers up, it is one more perk of living in a society where we can express our views on politics and how we want our society to operate. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I heard some folks worry that their prop 8 signs might be stolen, but we haven't had the sad experience of other <a href="http://www.cbs8.com/stories/story.143955.html#">San Diegans.</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Our small experience happened last night at the most exciting football game I have been to (no this isn't sarcasm, it was really exciting - I'll tell you about it <em>later</em>)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Doug's prop 8 bumper sticker had a slight modification after the game. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMtwV8I0MX11pC0fpk6TWJ_EV8alzPRyL4DLJokxjLOOcrEticfpe3ylgczIQUYl0_YCl3KY8psrmhumSlO_BuohqqBDvhjCOcah8SDicnlj1V0p3tUzi2mdDC0acKTgYIvQuxpRE6evk/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261252158263638994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMtwV8I0MX11pC0fpk6TWJ_EV8alzPRyL4DLJokxjLOOcrEticfpe3ylgczIQUYl0_YCl3KY8psrmhumSlO_BuohqqBDvhjCOcah8SDicnlj1V0p3tUzi2mdDC0acKTgYIvQuxpRE6evk/s200/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-39681485469929103972008-10-22T15:24:00.000-07:002008-10-22T15:28:47.566-07:00The 4th of the 4th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0O0PVfX0XqFZclX3eh4BcV1vlLAvEJXcaNZTi1dDhb2utewetVVccdeKT0NqVuQnk_JLY3OK2lrqOgpDN40BYk6RZ8QO42V3t3KbUdkaG1jtBVDia17ziBDcDNJeQyLxTLvdR1EqN1NEj/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260108389959943970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0O0PVfX0XqFZclX3eh4BcV1vlLAvEJXcaNZTi1dDhb2utewetVVccdeKT0NqVuQnk_JLY3OK2lrqOgpDN40BYk6RZ8QO42V3t3KbUdkaG1jtBVDia17ziBDcDNJeQyLxTLvdR1EqN1NEj/s200/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>i went to Heidi's blog and found her tag, so i took up the challenge. never been tagged before, so as she did i will do. if you see this blog, consider yourself tagged and participate.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br />from a year and a half ago, before i talked kyle into getting a haircut. we compared the before and afters and he did agree - he looks better with short hair!BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-19777682426268915072008-10-17T07:56:00.000-07:002008-10-17T08:23:08.978-07:00Smells like..............Did you know that if you place a bowl of oatmeal in the microwave, set it to cook for 14 minutes and leave the office that no one will realize what is happening until approximately 12 minutes and 32 seconds have passed?<br /><br />One of the guys I work with (we'll call him Joe ;-) found that out yesterday.<br /><br />When I stopped the microwave with 1 minute 28 seconds to go there was a small amount of smoke pouring out of the back of the microwave and I decided to wait until it cooled down, take it outside and let it air out somewhere that wasn't the enclosed space that is our office. Unfortunately "Joe" arrived back right then and opened the microwave up letting all of the rest of the smoke escape.<br /><br />Guess what it smells like this morning? I'll put it this way, it is <em>almost </em>as bad as when they mix tuna for lunch!BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023418095042486211.post-57536378794770170792008-09-12T15:26:00.000-07:002008-09-12T15:36:24.687-07:00For Katieif anyone missed Katie Outlaw's<a href="http://katieoutlaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloody-luau.html"> story </a>about taking Angelo to urgent care and hearing their neighbor behind the next curtain's humorous story i got this from the sharp grossmont er last night.<br /><br />and i thought nurses were smart............<br /><br />there was a bit of a flurry when a nurse walked into our curtain and said to our nurse "we need a translator this lady is from bulgaria and she won't stop crying!"<br /><br />just a few seconds later we hear this:<br /><br />"What Language do YOU speak?"......<br />"What LANGUAGE do YOU speak?"..........<br />"WHAT LANGUAGE do YOU speak?"..............<br />"WHAT LANGUAGE DO YOU SPEAK?"..................<br /><br />we were laughing so hard that when i finally said "NO say it louder, she can't hear you!" i am pretty sure they heard me because we didn't see a nurse for another 2 hours!BatMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02426163718140416114noreply@blogger.com4