<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898</id><updated>2012-01-20T00:04:42.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'>Shopapalooza 
     Ladies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1510598396043563491</id><published>2010-09-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:19:42.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween does not equal HOOSHIE......</title><content type='html'>I am a avid lover of Halloween. I love to dress up and pretend to be someone else for 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth waters waiting for that taste I only get at Halloween. ( if you read my blog I posted about this 1 candy a year ago )&lt;br /&gt;I love me some Milk Duds and only eat them on Halloween. Why? NO CLUE... but I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year we are heading to Disney World and we are participating in Micky's Not So Scary Halloween. So since I will be there I HAVE to dress up, I mean Come on ITS FREAKING DISNEY WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO for the last few days I have been looking at costumes, and I want to know WHEN did Halloween become a day for woman to dress like total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOOSHIES&lt;/span&gt;??? I mean Seriously... I am highly disgusted about just how slutty some of the costumes are.&lt;br /&gt;Now this may really just bother me cause well lets face it. I AM A LARGE GIRL... I got more rolls than Pillsbury.... I stand on the scale and it says&lt;br /&gt;" TO BE CONTINUED " I mean it is NO secret that I am BIG.... or LARGE AND IN CHARGE as I like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happen to dressing like a witch, or a clown or a sweet Raggedy Ann? Well those days are gone. I mean they have Slutty Witches that instead of putting a curse on you is more likely to give you a STD... and Sweet Strawberry Shortcake is NO LONGER SWEET... she is as sultry as it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Please tell me that you all agree with me...&lt;br /&gt;Now Hubby thought it was a great idea to go as a couple theme, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his first choice was Pirate. Sure then I looked at the female costumes and realized if I wanted to go as a pirate I had to have my girls hanging out and the skirt so short that if I bent over I may scare everyone away.. Really tell me, who really wants to see my big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;' Behind???? Well apparently hubby does cause his next suggestion was Fred and Wilma. Um Fred's costume is do able. Wilma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UMMM&lt;/span&gt;  that's another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NEGATORY&lt;/span&gt;... I asked him if he had actually ever met me? WHEN IN THE 13 + years we have  been together has he EVER seen me in a outfit like that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have come to realizes gone is the day that Halloween was the one day to dress in a fun costume, Now it is all about who can dress the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sluttiest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least my Milk Duds have not forsaken me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1510598396043563491?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1510598396043563491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1510598396043563491' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1510598396043563491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1510598396043563491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/09/halloween-does-not-equal-hooshie.html' title='Halloween does not equal HOOSHIE......'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-8109248749829895122</id><published>2010-09-05T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T08:29:38.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naughty little secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a naughty little secret, I know I am a mom and wife I should not have any naughty secrets but I do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE the TV show Bones. I sometimes fantasies that I am a squint ( like people are actually that smart.. PUULLEEZZEE) and I live this fascinating life and travel all over the world and see the most amazing things and solve all these crimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513451800935076114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TIO3M5D5ERI/AAAAAAAAAkY/OqxjBruSKto/s320/bones_online.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok lets get real, the most amazing place I go these days is into my bedroom to have realistic ( naughty dreams wink wink!!!) and the only crime I solve is the murder of the nasty grimy goopy poo monsters in my bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for the pretty white lab coat I would wear if I where a squint, would have to be left on the coat rack for I would inevitably get some hellatious hot flashes that would leave pretty pit stains under the pits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really Do I want to look at all that old dusty stuff? I mean HELLO ALLERGIES... and the grossness of the dead bodies. Yep that is my gag reflux kicking in.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I guess I am right where I should be. Sitting on my sofa in my shorts and tank top drinking my yummy coffee watching Bones and typing out this post... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep Life is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-8109248749829895122?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/8109248749829895122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=8109248749829895122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8109248749829895122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8109248749829895122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/09/naughty-little-secret.html' title='naughty little secret'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TIO3M5D5ERI/AAAAAAAAAkY/OqxjBruSKto/s72-c/bones_online.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2658980383735215682</id><published>2010-09-04T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:12:35.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change....</title><content type='html'>Well I know I have been MIA for A LONG while. I just really fell outta touch with all this blogging. I guess like any thing you can get burned out. So for those of you that read and follow I am sorry I left you all hanging. I will try and be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanted to talk about change. No not the stuff littering the bottoms of your purses with all the lint from you pockets, but change as in I CHANGED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I grew up the baby of 4 girls, and if you ask any one of my 3 older sisters they would all tell you, THEY LOVED ME CAUSE I WAS THEIR SISTER BUT HATED ME AS A PERSON.. I was RUDE, WHINY and well a NEGATIVE NANCY... I was and still am spoiled by my mommy. But growing up I didn't really have a relationship with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got married and became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt; at the same time one of my oldest sisters was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt;, believe it or not I think this was a total gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First because I was not supposed to conceive and second said sister and I were not close. But I know that the Lord did this to bring us closer. I mean we were both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. She was working on her second and me on my first. So naturally I turned to her for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our boys and we were finally friends. Not as close as one would like but closer than we had ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 6 years ago the Lord moved my family to Texas ( it was a tough move ) but as much as I hated leaving my friends and family I now know the Lord had this planned and it was the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;We had some ROUGH patches here in Texas, one great thing that happened was I found the Lord and became saved. I prayed every night for the Lord to give me one friend. ( he answered that prayer with 2 amazing woman ) but he started to change me. I found that things I said or did before I no longer wished to do or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The ugliness and bitterness that I had carried around for 28 years started to melt away. I KNEW I was changing and it was for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to tonight. I was talking to Said sister whom I love dearly and pray for her nightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she told me that she can' t believe the woman I turned out to be, I am a great mother and she thinks the world of me. ( I am paraphrasing, I mean come on I gotta toot my own horn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For my sisters are my heart. They are woman I admire and care deeply for, I am not Wise ( my sister says I am boy do i have her fooled.  ) I am not some mom that has a magic book.&lt;br /&gt;( although I think my sister thinks I do. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am a Daughter of Christ that showed me that my life was NOT my life rather it was his to do with what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am because I have him, and I know this as I know that if I pricked my finger I would bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the last six year I have changed and I hope and pray that I continue to change. I pray that I can become the woman that my sisters can be proud of and admire, for I admire and honor them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla you are one of the strongest woman I know. Please don't for one second think otherwise. I am here to hold your hand through this chapter in your life. ( stop crying I know you are. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa You make me laugh and remind me of so many memories that we shared whether they were happy or sad, You have always been my protector, from the time Kelly pushed me in the hedges to the time I dated a guy you hated. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my change. I embrace it and welcome it.....&lt;br /&gt;lint and all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2658980383735215682?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2658980383735215682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2658980383735215682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2658980383735215682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2658980383735215682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/09/change.html' title='Change....'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-947938861497664025</id><published>2010-07-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:26:20.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freecycle</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share with folks that may not know of this ingenious site. Its called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Freecycle&lt;/span&gt; and unless you live in a cave I am pretty sure EVERYONE has heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very lucky in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; some amazing things and giving some amazing things on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Freecycle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We posted a few years ago that we were SEARCHING for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;movable&lt;/span&gt; Basketball goal and this lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responded&lt;/span&gt; that she had one that her daughter used a few times then moved off to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we borrowed the neighbors truck and went to get it. Only to get there and realize this was like a $500 goal. Hubby was shocked that some one was just giving it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time I was looking for a 55 gallon drum and posted and within minutes I had 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; respond saying they had one I could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I noticed the other day a lady looking for a queen mattress and box spring. Well we just happen to have one that is in good shape but needs a new home. So I feel pretty good that I was able to help this lady out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going through our garage and closets and POSTING, POSTING, POSTING all this free stuff that is in great shape but needs a new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE YOU DONATED OR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RECEIVED&lt;/span&gt; FROM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FREECYCLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your TREASURE THAT YOU WERE BLESSED WITH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-947938861497664025?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/947938861497664025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=947938861497664025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/947938861497664025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/947938861497664025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/07/freecycle.html' title='Freecycle'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-99675539019541527</id><published>2010-07-14T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:31:08.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living beyond our means.</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am SO SICK AND TIRED of not being able to LIVE LIFE.... I have a wonderful husband and two of the most amazing little boys I know. ( yes I am partial ) But I hate that we like many Americans live paycheck to paycheck. I mean WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TO... we make good money. So then why do we? BECAUSE LIKE MOST AMERICANS WE OVER SPEND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I have decided to make a change and this is GOING to happen. WE ARE GOING TO LIVE FRUGAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting by saying NO MORE EATING OUT. ( which is not a biggie. I mean when was the last time you ate out for less than 30 and had an actual GOOD meal? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having the cable SHUT OFF ( who needs to sit around and watch TV all day? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having our house phone SHUT off. I mean I use my cell 99% of the time anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating simple meals and PLANNING THEM AHEAD and ONLY shopping for the meals. NO MORE SPLURGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting this into effect immediately. I am setting up a Marble Rewards system for my boys and I am HOPING to start giving them allowance and TEACHING THEM TO SPEND AND SAFE WISELY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I am going to post as many FRUGAL idea's as I can find and I encourage you all to post the ones you use on here as well. I am hoping that together we can help one another out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of Spock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE LONG AND FRUGAL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-99675539019541527?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/99675539019541527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=99675539019541527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/99675539019541527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/99675539019541527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/07/living-beyond-our-means.html' title='Living beyond our means.'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6138594556358512284</id><published>2010-07-01T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:38:29.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, Knock....Who's There?</title><content type='html'>Insomnia... CAN I COME AND STAY FOR AWHILE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM NO!!! pack your ugly beat up bags and MOVE ON... Oh wait the bags are under my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO in case any of you have slept like POOP the last few days I just wanna say I AM &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; WITH YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had HORRIBLE dreams that made me toss like a Cesar salad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday My back was hurting so I slept like POOP, then last night KNOWING I was going to sleep great. ( I mean I WAS DUE FOR IT. ) and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I crashed at 11:30 pm after reading and slept like a LOG until 3:03am when I awoke with a start and was WIDE EYED AND FREAKING BUSHY TAILED... and TOSSED AND TURNED AND NO MATTE HOW LONG I LAID THERE.. I WAS NOT GOING BACK TO SLEEP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is 6:25pm and I have been at work since 9am this morning and I still have 1 1/2 hours left.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't sleep on my own I will do like they did in the olden days.  DOWN A BIG &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;' GLASS OF WINE......sleeping/unconsciousness ( hey you say tomaaato, I say TOE-MA-TOE )  just like Mama used to do. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr Sandman where ever you have been hiding the last few nights... YOU BEST BE MAKING A SPECIAL APPEARANCE AT MY BEDSIDE  WHISPERING SWEET NOTHINGS INTO MY EARS, OR ELSE!!!!!! I am going to send my DRUNK OL MAMA AFTER YOU.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FO' SHIZZLE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6138594556358512284?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6138594556358512284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6138594556358512284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6138594556358512284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6138594556358512284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/07/knock-knockwhos-there.html' title='Knock, Knock....Who&apos;s There?'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-4828274678522631953</id><published>2010-06-29T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:11:20.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Negotiations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TCo2K664nVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/y1IEfuBOYAQ/s1600/candysurprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TCo2K664nVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/y1IEfuBOYAQ/s320/candysurprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488258657147198802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  So it has been, and so it will be, until the   time they are making their own decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;CANDY NEGOTIATIONS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the "Can I have this and this?" Or "this and that?" Or "how about this BOG piece and then this sucker???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now whether you are a LET THEM EAT IT ALL AT ONCE  kinda mom or a Lets space it out to last kinda mom ( which I am )&lt;br /&gt;We have all been through the Candy Negotiations in some form or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if I let them eat it all and get rid of it I will not have candy woes anymore. However My right Brain, or is it my left? Which ever darn side that has the reasoning part ( ***NOTE TO SELF, RESEARCH WHICH SIDE CONTROLS THE REASONING )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't let them eat it all. I think WHAT IF I did they got a cavity ( because somewhere in my crazy brain I think that spacing the candy out, will prevent cavities )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or WHAT IF they get a tummy ache. Or What If they go into diabetic shock. NO THEY ARE NOT DIABETIC. But WHAT IF they did  became diabetic   because I let them eat it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( oh man my brain is a SCARY frustrating maze of confusion and STUPIDITY... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can one take an actual brake from their brain?? If they can I SO NEED IT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask. What kind of mom or dad are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-4828274678522631953?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/4828274678522631953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=4828274678522631953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4828274678522631953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4828274678522631953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/candy-negotiations.html' title='Candy Negotiations'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TCo2K664nVI/AAAAAAAAAkI/y1IEfuBOYAQ/s72-c/candysurprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7969599525142905081</id><published>2010-06-27T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:40:30.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo's by Grasshopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; post would be photo's, And not just any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' photo's but ones taken by our very own Grasshopper. I hope you enjoy them, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487616628468936610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TCfuP7tq76I/AAAAAAAAAjo/EQwhw5Auz_A/s200/B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487616635571849570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TCfuQWLIyWI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YU17_Xtp9rY/s200/B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487616640833977410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TCfuQpxufEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jpbtdgiJVGE/s200/incogneto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487616646973600450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TCfuRAphssI/AAAAAAAAAkA/G1kxgeMce-c/s200/sleepy+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Note ** ) none of these photos have been altered ( I do not believe in altering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; photos. I think God made them perfect the way they are. ) except one  which was altered for a funny, Not to make them look perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7969599525142905081?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7969599525142905081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7969599525142905081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7969599525142905081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7969599525142905081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/photos-by-grasshopper.html' title='photo&apos;s by Grasshopper'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TCfuP7tq76I/AAAAAAAAAjo/EQwhw5Auz_A/s72-c/B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-8865713284279683335</id><published>2010-06-24T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:29:17.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the innocent mouth monkeys</title><content type='html'>On Fathers day we decided to go to dinner then grab some ice cream. We were on our way home from B&amp;amp;R when Rang was in the back talking. ( now normally he is talking about SOMETHING and I am normally half listening. ) So as rang was jabbering on and on about something I hear him say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rang: YOU KNOW THE EVES????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang: YOU KNOW THE EVES???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rang I have no clue what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang: ( by the way he was getting frustrated with me at this point ) YOU KNOW THE LITTLE THINGS YOUR MADE FROM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point a light bulb goes off in my head and for some reason I know he is actually referring to ATOMS. Why my brain went to Atoms with his EVES but when he said the little things your made up of I knew he meant Atoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You mean ATOMS honey??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang: NO EVES.. YOUR A GIRL SO YOUR MADE FROM EVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: CRACKING UP LAUGHING. he thought MEN where made from ATOMS and girls from EAVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in ADAM AND EVE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a small child could come up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my innocent Rang Tang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-8865713284279683335?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/8865713284279683335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=8865713284279683335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8865713284279683335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8865713284279683335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/out-of-innocent-mouth-monkeys.html' title='Out of the innocent mouth monkeys'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-5131495363965382724</id><published>2010-06-20T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:47:49.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked &amp; UNASHAMED</title><content type='html'>So I was chatting it up with some rather wise ladies on my BF group, and we were discussing when is the right time to stop letting your children ( if they are the opposite sex as you )  see you in all your glory so too speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  I stopped letting my boys see me in my "TRUE UN-AIRBRUSHED FORM "when they hit 5-6, Not because I was thinking it was wrong or that it was perverted but well lets face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream with horror when I see my flabbiness in the mirror. I sure as heck don't need my boys having it  seared into their brains... I mean can you imagine having "THAT" conversation in 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how the conversation would go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" So mom, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" yes dear "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" you remember when I was a little boy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Of course sweetie, You where such a good little boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Yeah, Yeah, ANYWAYS....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"well last night I was trying to get my groove on with (insert Name of future daughter in law ) and she walked out  of the shower and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;their  standing in her place was not my beautiful wife but rather YOU.... YEP I saw YOU.....  in ALL YOUR GLORY...  ( insert a big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!!!! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now mom I am not saying your not a pretty lady, but REALLY??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT THE IMAGE I WAS HOPING FOR WHEN  LOOKING AT MY WIFE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HOPE YOU KNOW I AM RUINED  FOR LIFE. SCARRED,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO  NEED YEARS OF THERAPY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND THE WHOLE GRANDCHILDREN THING... YEP NOT GOING TO HAPPEN ANYTIME SOON.... &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is MY reasoning for why we nipped it in the butt ( LOTS OF PUN INTENDED ) when we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when did you all make that decision????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could convince my children that YES the bathroom does actually have a door lets try CLOSING  IT WHEN ONE GOES.....Baby steps I guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-5131495363965382724?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/5131495363965382724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=5131495363965382724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5131495363965382724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5131495363965382724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/naked-unashamed.html' title='Naked &amp; UNASHAMED'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-529950211027691965</id><published>2010-06-19T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:07:30.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so let me start off by saying this week has not been a good one. Brae and his eye,. Then I found out some upsetting news about my niece then yesterday and then last night my fur baby Koda was bit by a snake. I mean HELLO WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today is a new day and I refuse to be in a bad mood or sad. I am going to have a good day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun is shining and tonight is My Brothers Keeper which is where a group of us go to the local homeless shelter and feed the homeless, It really is a wonderful service we are doing the community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boys LOVE to go there and interact with the men and woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they have met so many interesting people. In fact there are times were we will be at the library and we will run into a few of them. The boys will walk up and say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Hello so and so, How are you? " and they remember the boys and will be so excited that these little boys will talk to them when most folks in there day to day lives look right through them as if they didn't exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask and wonder, do you do anything like this with your kids? Do your kids know that these men and woman have stories and if you take the time to get to know them you can learn so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all homeless men and woman are drunks or druggies.. most that we have encountered are just down on their luck or have medical issues that caused them to stop working that in turn caused them to lose their homes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenge you to go out of your comfort zone and do something for a homeless person this coming week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only will it bless them, it will bless your family so much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask yourself, Would you stop and talk to this man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484563057605368130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TB0VCtzMWUI/AAAAAAAAAjg/xVkdVLqTLbo/s200/homeless1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-529950211027691965?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/529950211027691965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=529950211027691965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/529950211027691965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/529950211027691965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do????'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TB0VCtzMWUI/AAAAAAAAAjg/xVkdVLqTLbo/s72-c/homeless1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-808334040631928808</id><published>2010-06-18T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:24:33.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE YOU!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am LOOSING IT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so highly irritated and angry and just want to SCREAM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling like I am loosing control over my emotions. I find that I get HIGHLY irritated at hubby for NO REASON... so then because I am irritated at him I turn around and take it out on the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the ugly witch in The Wizard of Oz? I swear that is what I look like when I am yelling ( minus the green skin, ) I do have the crooked nose and wart  though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously WHAT THE HECK???? I know that alot of it is due in part to today's date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep 2 years ago I became woman-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its funny I didn't even realize it was the 18th until I started typing this, Its strange Its like my body KNEW that it was the 18th and was lashing out because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I suffered daily with endometriosis . I was never supposed to have kids but with the help of modern medicine and LOTS of prayers ( thank you LORD ) I was blessed with 2 boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still suffered daily with pain, SO I did what most woman that suffer with it do. I GAVE UP THE FIGHT and threw in the towel and had my womanhood ripped from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say for the first 7 months I honestly HATED hubby. I hated him for not stopping me from doing it, I hated him because no matter what HE COULD STILL HAVE KIDS... And I could not.&lt;br /&gt;I know with out a doubt we will be together forever, but that thought  WHAT IF lingered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot of woman have their tubes tied or have a Hysterectomy by choice and that's all fine and dandy for those that go into it choosing to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are someone like me that gets thrown into it with the choice of living a pain free life or suffering its  just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you  disease, I hate that I had to make that choice, I hate that woman all over the world are struggling and suffering with infertility and pain,. I hate that there is very little research being done, I hate that I am not alone in this pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I HATE YOU!!!!!  I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!  I HATE YOU!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here the tears are flowing freely. I remember the pain I was in when I woke up after the surgery as if it were yesterday, I remember the smell of the room and the sound of babies crying int he distance. ( someone in their infinite wisdom thought that it was best to put a woman having a hysterectomy on the Maternity ward )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember knowing that I was never going to feel a life in me move again. I was never going to be Me again. I had to not become someone different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember people who had NO clue what I went through on a daily basis say those 5 stupid words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; " Be thankful you have 2 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY??? BE THANKFUL????? WHY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanted 6 kids,  I wanted to have a house full of kids, I wanted to know that I was a whole woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't MOURN THE LOSS OF THE BABIES I WILL NEVER HAVE??? THE LOSS OF MY RIGHT AS A WOMAN???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it was a TOUGH recovery, Not the physical aspect but the emotional one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 2 years I have not taken HRT's ( Hormone Replacement Therapy ) for many reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I didn't like the thought of chemicals in my body FAKING the " REAL WOMAN " feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I was and still am afraid of the possibility of breast cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I am not one to remember to take a pill daily so What the heck. besides at that point I had been thrust into menopause 5 times. I managed to come out of them fine so I figured I could handle this. ( which for the most part I do. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I get moody sometimes. OK FINE A LOT but I think I am pretty good for the most part. I do have the hot flashes DAILY and the night sweats. and I sleep like dog Dukie. ( MAYBE I DO NEED SOMETHING. ) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all. I am and have lived pain free for the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray ALOT, for without praying to the Lord I would have went postal ALONG TIME AGO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-808334040631928808?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/808334040631928808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=808334040631928808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/808334040631928808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/808334040631928808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-you.html' title='I HATE YOU!!!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1084499095109424624</id><published>2010-06-17T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:44:30.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is a PIRATE MATEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So my little Rang Tang is sporting the Pirate look for a week or two, He was at a friends house playing INDIANA JONES when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;****** CRACK ******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rang was whipped IN THE EYE... and not only is this bad for apparent reasons, but Rang has had 2 eye surgeries in the past so it never fails if he is going to get hurt its in the eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hubby had to go get him and take him to the Dr. where he was informed that the white part of the eye ( NO CLUE what its called and frankly TO LAZY TO RESEARCH IT. ) there I said it. I AM LAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is scratched and is susceptible to a infection so he needs to keep it clean and covered even while in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The patch part is no biggie, its the eye drops he has to get 3 times a day. Did I mention he HATES eye drops??? I think its because he remembers the last surgery where we had to restrain him to get them in his eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIDE NOTE****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hubby strongly believes that NO one is abducted by aliens rather its them having flash back to when they were babies and adults ( that would be us parents ) were doing all sorts of craziness to them like Digging out boogies, or cleaning their behinds or when they were getting their well child check up ( can you say thermometer in the RECTUM???? ALIEN PROBE?? HUH???? sound familiar????) and the Dr's came at them with the eye flashlight thingy... I mean think about it. To them ( babies ) we probably have HUGE heads and eyes. THERE IT IS, THE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;MYSTERY&lt;/span&gt; IS SOLVED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will say it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THERE ARE NO ALIENS... ITS JUST YOUR PARENTS VIOLATING YOU AS A BABY WITH NOSE PICKING &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TEMPERATURE&lt;/span&gt; TAKING, BEHIND CLEANING GOOD &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OL&lt;/span&gt; FASHION PARENTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what hubby believes and by golly I think he just might be on to something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*******************Now back to our regularly schedule program********************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So poor Rang is not feeling to well and just grumpy. I will get some photos of him in the next few days and post them. But for now can you all say a little prayer for my baby??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now you can tell your kids this story and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" NOW WHEN I SAY NO PLAYING WITH WHIPS OR STICKS THIS IS WHY "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1084499095109424624?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1084499095109424624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1084499095109424624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1084499095109424624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1084499095109424624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-is-pirate-matey.html' title='He is a PIRATE MATEY'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7950272317016467145</id><published>2010-06-16T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:46:02.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You did What WHERE???????</title><content type='html'>I know I have said it before ( more like WHINED about it ) but I REALLY am surrounded by testosterone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night the Hubs and monkeys and I take a drive down to Bryan, Which is about a hour and half from us. ( we went there looking at a tent trailer. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after checking out the trailer we start heading back home. We get about 10 min down the road to a DEAD STOP. ( we were on a 4 lane highway ) &lt;br /&gt;Oh before we left the RV place Grasshopper said he had to use the potty. ( the RV place was closed so we told him when we stopped up the road for dinner he could go )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG MISTAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as we are sitting in the parking lot formorly known as Highway 6 Grasshopper is squriming in his seat saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I REALLY NEED TO GO "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hubs hands him a cup and says HAVE AT IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" WHAT!!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs says its dark and make sure you get it IN THE CUP. ( it was a Micky D's Cup ) I was like wait. Here add the paper towel to the bottom so it absorbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much giggling from Rang and Grasshopper AND ME ( as I was thinking to myself I SOOOO NEED A GIRL ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I would no sooner think of relieving myself in a cup as I would fly to the moon. AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess when you have boys things like this is the Norm. ( again I grew up in a house with girls NO boys ) so things like this JUST didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we were in the middle of NO where what are ya gonna do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Grasshopper Rang decided HE too could not hold it. &lt;br /&gt;So as he is trying, and laughing hard ( and I in my infanite wisdom just KNOW he is going to miss and get it all over the van I poiltly state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang stop Jacking off and just go!!! ( only to look at hubs who has completly lost it laughing at my CHOICE of words. ) thank the Lord the boys had NO clue what my slip of the tongue ment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we didn't get home till way late as the highway was shut down for a real long time.  &lt;br /&gt; But I now know that it is in fact possible to go ANYWHERE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7950272317016467145?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7950272317016467145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7950272317016467145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7950272317016467145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7950272317016467145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-did-what-where.html' title='You did What WHERE???????'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1643686938257305343</id><published>2010-06-13T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:49:07.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtles, Toads, and PRAYING MANTIS OH MY!!!!</title><content type='html'>So the other day we were lucky enough to encounter the MARTIAN AKA Cottonwood Borer, Today we encounter so many more creatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started of with Bishu my little white dog barking, and barking in the back yard, Now normally that's nothing new as he is a lap dog and barking is one of the many things he does best, ( besides licking himself silly )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about 20 min I go out into the yard to find out what on earth is in the woods that is causing this mass hysteria, only to come across a HUGE turtle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now turtles in my yard is nothing new, But this one was about 12 inches long and he was in my BACK yard. How on earth did he get into the fenced yard????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pick it up and carry it to the front and help him into the woods where he was headed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting him go I turn to walk back into the house and there is a TOAD.. No not a little frog but a big ol size of my hand TOAD... so the boys thought this was WICKED COOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  in their words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FIRST A MASSIVE TURTLE NOW A TOAD.... WHAT KIND OF JUNGLE DO WE LIVE IN????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after "petting" the toad they came in and washed their hands thoroughly, we eat breakfast then Grasshopper decideds he is going to go "CHECK" ( which in Grasshopper language it means MESS with the turtle and toad ) and he comes running back into the house with a Praying mantis... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN WE KEEP IT???? CAN WE????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure put him in the container you had the other Martian.... so they do, Then they decide they need to go gather food for the little guy.. and out they run with Ziploc baggies in hand to find FOOD.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they come in after about 10 minutes and announce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found 1 ( that was grasshopper ) and Rang found a dead one ( rang pipes up... ITS ONLY HALFWAY DEAD. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THANK THE LORD... I MEAN HALF WAY IS STILL BETTER THEN ALL THE WAY..... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they grab the container and go to put their food in it for their newest pet and I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS IT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM WHAT??? What do you mean WHERE IS IT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gone mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM LIKE IT IS IN THE HOUSE WONDERING AROUND GONE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP!!! ( I mean hello don't say YEP in a Happy tone ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a freaking Praying Mantis wondering aimlessly through my house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after I calmly regain composure I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND IT NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some searching they did manage to find it and Recapture it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( this is where I breath a sigh of relief )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after our fun filled creature morning I can safely say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO MANY BOYS IN MY HOUSE.... I NEED A GIRL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this all went down before 10am... And I still have to go to work today Oy VEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1643686938257305343?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1643686938257305343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1643686938257305343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1643686938257305343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1643686938257305343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/turtles-toads-and-praying-mantis-oh-my.html' title='Turtles, Toads, and PRAYING MANTIS OH MY!!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-888768277203316978</id><published>2010-06-12T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:31:45.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying NOT to Judge But REALLY????</title><content type='html'>Ok I really try not to judge others, I mean WHO AM I TO SAY WHAT ONE SHOULD DO.... But I have to say this one topic really has gotten my prim and proper panties in a real tangle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole mess with Abby Sunderland is in a word STUPID... I mean who on earth says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know my 16 year old is so mature and skilled to sail, I think I am going to let her sail around the world by herself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean What on Earth were they thinking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the poor girl gets into trouble and there is a Manhunt for her. I am thankful that she was found safe, BUT REALLY? Now I want to know WHO pays for that search and rescue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I am more upset at the fact she had to be rescued. I mean What if because of the search for her someone else lost their lives for lack of the help they needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think this family was very selfish in WANTING TO BREAK A STUPID RECORD.. &lt;br /&gt;( yeah lets put our child's life in danger all so she can beat a record )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean SHE IS A MINOR... where is CPS ( or whatever you call it in your state? )&lt;br /&gt;I mean this is a classic case of Child endangerment if there ever was one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems as if NOTHING was ever done to protect this child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that the parents said she really wanted to do this and she was very skilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I check YOU ARE THE ADULT... and I don't care how skilled she is. SHE IS 16 PEOPLE... HOW SKILLED CAN A 16 year old be??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even read that EXPERIENCED sailors told her folks that it was not a good idea, For one she was going to be in the Indian Ocean at a horrible time, And yet these "RESPONSIBLE" parents still thought it was a good idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think that the Parents SHOULD be held accountable for letting their 17 year old son do it last year AGAIN a minor and now her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be charges brought against them and they should have to pay for ALL The time and fuel it cost to rescue her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say SHAME ON THEM.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will go back to my NONE JUDGEMENTAL SELF....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-888768277203316978?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/888768277203316978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=888768277203316978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/888768277203316978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/888768277203316978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/trying-not-to-judge-but-really.html' title='Trying NOT to Judge But REALLY????'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7126599578017755084</id><published>2010-06-11T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:25:30.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Martians have Landed</title><content type='html'>We have lived in Texas for 6 years now, And in those 6 years I have seen some pretty crazy things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Snakes ( lots of them ), Turtles walking through the yard, Tarantulas in my home, spiders that I swear take one look at me and lick their chops, cattle that have horns that are so big I wonder how on earth they can even hold up their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I can honestly say that up until today I had not seen anything quite so beautiful, but freaky as what Rang Tang encountered in the Dog food bin this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how it all went down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang Tang: WHAT THE HECK!!!!! Grasshopper come here.. OH MY GOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper: What NOW!!! ( walks into the garage ) HOLY COW!! WHAT IS THAT THING?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang Tang: I don't know but its FREAKY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was alot of running back and forth from the garage and the bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang Tang: YOU PICK IT UP.. I AIN"T TOUCHING IT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper: Its not going to bite, MOVE... Wait hand me that shovel. ( someone thought they were tough )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they both come running up to me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN WE GIVE THIS TO DADDY FOR HIS BIRTHDAY???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what, stand back I can't see. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!! WHAT THE HECK IS THAT SUCKER???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper: ( in his best Hermione voice ) It's a Tiger Beetle. I read about them in my insect book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: THAT SUCKER IS HUGE... AND WICKED COOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is a picture of the Martian that landed in our Dog food bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TBLuhkm-QjI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8HFKBV5J-lo/s1600/Cotton.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TBLuhkm-QjI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8HFKBV5J-lo/s200/Cotton.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481705956993548850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some actual research via the WORLD WIDE WEB ( I always think of Optumis Prime when I say that )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is in fact a Cottonwood Borer... Which makes total sense since we have a ton of Cottonwoods in our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I can now add this to yet another crazy thing seen in Texas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7126599578017755084?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7126599578017755084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7126599578017755084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7126599578017755084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7126599578017755084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/06/martians-have-landed.html' title='The Martians have Landed'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/TBLuhkm-QjI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8HFKBV5J-lo/s72-c/Cotton.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7954424726646752122</id><published>2010-05-28T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:03:01.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a grandmommy</title><content type='html'>My beautiful Skittles FINALLY gave birth early this morning. She has 4 beautiful babies. 1 is white and orange like her, then there is a striped tabby and then to calico's. I will take pictures later as mommy and babies are plum tuckered out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7954424726646752122?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7954424726646752122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7954424726646752122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7954424726646752122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7954424726646752122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-grandmommy.html' title='Im a grandmommy'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1223405161751717534</id><published>2010-05-27T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:12:57.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OK</title><content type='html'>I BORROWED this from this &lt;a href="http://www.suburbanpediatrics.org/ParentingTips.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Attention “Super-Moms” It's O.K. to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, as parents we are tired! Frazzled by never ending obligations, we sometimes neglect to fully engage with our kids. Try to enjoy the little parenting moments as they happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to have a messy house sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to get a sitter and go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to stay home with the kids — watch a movie or play a game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to make cookies this year from frozen Pillsbury dough instead of homemade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to sit in the warm car at the park while you watch your older kids go sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to re-gift — its green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to give your kids less gifts ... they will appreciate them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to say NO without giving a reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to order pizza 3 times this week because life is busy — and the kids will actually eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to go to a party with baby spit-up on your shoulder and down your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to let the kids have a little extra TV, computer or game time if it helps keep you sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to let go of the parenting guilt! We all do our best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•It’s OK to not be perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1223405161751717534?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1223405161751717534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1223405161751717534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1223405161751717534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1223405161751717534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-ok.html' title='It&apos;s OK'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2206521514417917546</id><published>2010-05-26T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:50:39.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't WANNA</title><content type='html'>I have been in a real down mood for a few days and I realized I think I am having midlife crisis or something. I mean I don't wanna do a thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought really???? lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is a wreck and needs to be cleaned - I DON'T WANNA clean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Yard is in the process of being re-landscaped and hubby needs my help - I DON'T WANNA help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the laundry is piling up yet AGAIN- I DON'T WANNA do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the office is in shambles -I DON'T WANNA organize it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school stuff that needs to get done and organized for nest year is sitting there cause -I DON'T WANNA deal with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Scentsy samples need to be made and you guessed it -I DON'T WANNA make them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well WHAT DO I WANT you may ask... Nothing but to crawl into bed pull the covers up over my head and hibernate till fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you all, what is the I DON'T WANNA you have that you would like to tell all of us out in cyberspace??? Please feel free to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2206521514417917546?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2206521514417917546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2206521514417917546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2206521514417917546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2206521514417917546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-wanna.html' title='Don&apos;t WANNA'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2343083088181006633</id><published>2010-05-23T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:48:00.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of Help!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok I have a Mama Cat that is fixin to pop and I HAVE NEVER been through this before. I have been doing research on the net to make sure I am prepared, I have her Nesting box ( actually hubby is gettin it all now as I type this. ) so this is the list of things I have/getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nesting Box &lt;br /&gt;-Newspaper&lt;br /&gt;-fake cat milk&lt;br /&gt;-dropper&lt;br /&gt;-old towels&lt;br /&gt;-heating blanket&lt;br /&gt;-kitten food ( I read that mama will need to eat kitten food after having the babies )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I am asking, no begging and pleading with all of you out there that has experience with this what to expect, and what to do if I need to help out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am so fearful of something happening to Skittles during birth. I am prepared to have a stillborn as I read its common to lose 1 but I am NOT prepared to lose my mama kitty. She is actually Rang's cat and I can't imagine him losing yet again a beloved pet ( we lost another cat a year ago and a gerbil ) Rang took them both very hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again HELP!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2343083088181006633?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2343083088181006633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2343083088181006633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2343083088181006633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2343083088181006633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-need-of-help.html' title='In need of Help!!!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1271534176880884400</id><published>2010-05-22T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T10:03:30.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy!!! oh the Itch</title><content type='html'>Well I know I have been MIA for along time. I have been in a major funk, Depression or whatever, just NOT in a blogging mood. Heck I can't even remember the last time I visited my mommies on Blog Frog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the latest from my neck of the woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a grandma..... No not to my monkeys to my kitty. My cat Skittles the little HUSSY escaped outside while in heat, ( yea I know I should have had her fixed ) but with my crazy hectic life this past few months it was a wonder I managed to even pee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skittles is due to POP any day. We are praying and hoping she holds off until Monday as that is Grasshoppers 10th birthday.... But if she pop's today that will be ok as today is my Sissy's 36th birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of my monkeys. They had friends over a week ago for dinner and decided to traipse through the woods and are now both suffering from a bad case of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POISON OAK/IVY/SUMAC as we are not certain what they got into but they are SUFFERING.... in case you don't have an idea what it looks like here ya go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S_gGzRc2MVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/rihZ48aeCFo/s1600/po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S_gGzRc2MVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/rihZ48aeCFo/s200/po.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474132824996327762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT A PHOTO OF MY MONKEYS... but one I borrowed from the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now grasshopper has it WAY worse than Rang tang. Regardless it is was real pain in the butt. I mean there does not seem to be any REAL cure. We have tried the cortisone lotion, that did nothing. I refuse to take him to get a steroid shot as Poison Oak/Ivy/Sumac has been around forever and folks have been using homeopathic things to rid themselves of this that I KNOW I can find something better than injecting toxins into my monkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he were in so much pain then YES I would do the shot, but as of now he has been tolerating it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that mixing salt and Calamine lotion together and messaging it into the spots works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I had them wash down with Dawn dish soap then rubbed the mixture in and let it sit for about 20 min then rinsed in cold water. Grasshopper said that gave him the most relief so as of now that is the treatment we are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW BY ALL MEANS if you know of a better NON-TOXIC one please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I am sitting at work with one heck of a stomach bug. I FEEL LIKE POO-POO.... But like all moms everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NO REST FOR THE WEARY AND Mom's DON"T GET SICK DAYS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a bright note I went to the homeschool convention in Arlington and had a GREAT TIME.... Overwhelmed by all the choices but very happy with the decisions I made....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we are giving Common Sense Press a try for Lit/English Bible and Rang's phonics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sticking with Math-U-See as I am 100% completely IN LOVE with Steve Demme, HE has made learning math FUN for my kids.... Rang who just turned 6 is FLYING through it and is able to do double digit addition.... Grasshopper is now better at math than I think I am, ITS AMAZING.... and the best part was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Steve Demme, at the convention.... I was so excited I thought I would piddle myself.....If you don't know who he is then I suggest you take a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.mathusee.com/default.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my photo taken with him and he signed the Manipulative's box for both boys.... they were excited that he knew their names. &lt;br /&gt;needless to say he was to us home school moms like the Beetles where to the 50's and 60'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also went to Todd Wilson's workshop and this man is great. I recommend all husbands and wives read his books. they are super small but FUNNY and so true. his website is called &lt;a href="http://www.familymanweb.com/"&gt;Familyman Ministies &lt;/a&gt;and he is well take a peek for yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this has been us in a nut shell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1271534176880884400?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1271534176880884400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1271534176880884400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1271534176880884400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1271534176880884400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/05/itchy-oh-itch.html' title='Itchy!!! oh the Itch'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S_gGzRc2MVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/rihZ48aeCFo/s72-c/po.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1948300003592094375</id><published>2010-05-06T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:33:42.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever?</title><content type='html'>get in the mood where you just don't want to do something? That's how I have been with the Blog. I know its been well, A LONG time since I posted. Its just I have NOTHING to say... ( ya ya get the laughing out. ME NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ) I mean my nickname growing up was WINDY MINDY.. and it was NOT because I was Flatulent. OR WAS I???? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been crazy busy with Life... The boys suck the life outta me. ( not complaining.. ) but between working, homeschooling, taking care of the house and trying to drum up donations for our Curriculum sale I don't have time to think about being funny. ( SHOCK &amp; GASP!!! ) you mean I am not just naturally charming? UMMMMM NO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its freaking hard work man. And to top all that off my allergies have my nose either stuffed to the point that I can't breath and sound like a man, or it is running like someone broke through Hoover damn. either way I AM NOT A HAPPY CAMPER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of camping, We are trying to decide if we want to camp at the campground in Disney world or stay in a hotel. I am leaning towards the campground for many reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I like to camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- we can stay at DW longer for cheaper than if we stayed at a hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I like to camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I can take my poopies with me, which I was having a serious panic attack thinking WHO IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF MY BABIES???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I like camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it. I am in a pickle so to speak. And it would be a DILL pickle as sweet pickles are GROSS....and all should be banned from earth. That and Miricle Whip... I MEAN HELLO PEOPLE... IT IS NOT MAYO I don't care what you all say.. IT IS NOT MAYO it is NASTY BUTT SALAD DRESSING and does NOT I repeat NOT belong on a sandwich of any kind, unless its a SWEET PICKLE SANDWICH then I say CHOKE ON IT... they are both DE-S-GUS-TING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well would you lookey there.. I DID HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windy Mindy lives to tell it how it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT BOY-----YA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1948300003592094375?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1948300003592094375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1948300003592094375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1948300003592094375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1948300003592094375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-ever.html' title='Do you ever?'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2315483737256306229</id><published>2010-04-19T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:40:30.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!! Simply amazing</title><content type='html'>First and foremost I want to give props to all the incredibly talented folks out there, I am NOT one of them so I am always jealous of those that can see a Lego for example and build something wicked cool with it, or when one see's a blank canvas and paints a master piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a Lego and see a brick, I see a blank canvas and have a instant panic attack. Like I said I AM NOT CREATIVE IN THE LEAST....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I received this email today and these ladies that make these are well PRETTY DARN CREATIVE AND MAKING AMAZING ART OUTTA what Mother Nature gives them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hear the saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Life gives you lemons make lemonade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these ladies have taken that saying and thrown it out and came up with a WHOLE new meaning to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za-gB-1gI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9RrUR54JEMM/s1600/h5.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za-gB-1gI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9RrUR54JEMM/s200/h5.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981215378560514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za-Hz54tI/AAAAAAAAAio/PXI3pPTKy3w/s1600/h4.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za-Hz54tI/AAAAAAAAAio/PXI3pPTKy3w/s200/h4.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981208877064914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za90PZIDI/AAAAAAAAAig/65S16VcPVLY/s1600/h3.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za90PZIDI/AAAAAAAAAig/65S16VcPVLY/s200/h3.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981203623649330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za9qyIZ6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/yWR7CpCz8hw/s1600/h2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za9qyIZ6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/yWR7CpCz8hw/s200/h2.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981201084999586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za9f-DZBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ulOuO_UQoT4/s1600/h1.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za9f-DZBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ulOuO_UQoT4/s200/h1.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981198182212626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8zbOFJUiXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/znlml3fpHI8/s1600/h8.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8zbOFJUiXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/znlml3fpHI8/s200/h8.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981483039492466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8zbOK_uBmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/atv0e23i2LI/s1600/h7.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8zbOK_uBmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/atv0e23i2LI/s200/h7.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981484609832546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8zbNtMvVaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QPUUilspEaU/s1600/h6.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8zbNtMvVaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QPUUilspEaU/s200/h6.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461981476611380642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can not tell me that these are  not the most amazing things you have seen made outta what Nature gives you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these woman are very talented and If I knew who they were I would so give them props. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GO GIRLS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you were wondering what these horses are made outta Its Drift wood and old wood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said PRETTY AMAZING....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2315483737256306229?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2315483737256306229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2315483737256306229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2315483737256306229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2315483737256306229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-simply-amazing.html' title='WOW!!! Simply amazing'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8za-gB-1gI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9RrUR54JEMM/s72-c/h5.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-839238131967099732</id><published>2010-04-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:50:33.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much</title><content type='html'>I was thinking the other day, Yes I do that from time to time and it can get scary, But I was thinking, I am totally out numbered by Testostorone, I mean I am surrounded by boys that LOVE anything and all things GROSS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boogers? Just another body part ( especially when they want to show the BIG ONE... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farts? heck thats just your butt saying hello... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinking? arn't all boys supposed to smell like day ol road kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the many things I live with daily... I am always on them about saying excuse me when they pass gas, but apperantly there is some unspoken rule amongest boys that when one does release gas to roll on the floor laughing like someone just told the best joke ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the boogers I mean I swear their fingers are attached to their noses. I am always saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET YOUR FINGER OUT OF YOUR NOSE... I never thought that would be a statement that I say on a regular basis like one says &lt;br /&gt;HELLO HOW ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on the belching. They can make a truck driver proud with that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am constantly reminded of the simple fact that I am the ONLY female in a home of boys I would think being at work is my saftey zone, I mean seriousely how can one be grossed out at work??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL APPERENTLY THEY CAN.... I would like to introduce you all to our newest item in the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8tvomDiTsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/TLYXbPxnIak/s1600/WHOP-6020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8tvomDiTsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/TLYXbPxnIak/s320/WHOP-6020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461581716317687490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems harmelss enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG... this is out flatulent pig... yep its a whoopie Cushion pig... and my many customers get a real kick outta this little oinker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever get away from the Testostorone filled humor???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-839238131967099732?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/839238131967099732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=839238131967099732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/839238131967099732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/839238131967099732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-much.html' title='Too Much'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S8tvomDiTsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/TLYXbPxnIak/s72-c/WHOP-6020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7541608816846948788</id><published>2010-04-17T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:59:48.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who KNEW???? I am one of THOSE parents</title><content type='html'>Ok I never thought I would be one of those parents that would say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE I HAD TO... yadda, yadda, yadda fill in the blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received this email and well I CAN OFFICIALLY SAY I AM ONE OF THOSE PARENTS.. sniff sniff.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are one of these parents I say HOLD YOUR HEAD OF HIGH AND SAY..... I REMEMBER WHEN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car.. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause, hey, that's how we rolled, Baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". OH MY GOD !!! Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!! And then there's TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how annoying you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!! Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-finks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove! Imagine that! &lt;br /&gt;And our parents told us to stay outside and play... all day long. Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside... you were doing chores! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And car seats - Don't get me started!!!!! Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on for dear life. If AND ONLY IF you were luckily, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten! You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or any time before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there you have it ladies and gentlemen.... I AM ONE OF THOSE PARENTS....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7541608816846948788?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7541608816846948788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7541608816846948788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7541608816846948788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7541608816846948788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-knew-i-am-one-of-those-parents.html' title='Who KNEW???? I am one of THOSE parents'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-223595799064967409</id><published>2010-04-06T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:56:10.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy and Hectic....</title><content type='html'>It never fails, when one has tons on her plate there never seems to be enough hours in the day... let alone enough days in a  week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had birthday parties,  Re-arranging of rooms that consisted of painting the walls, work, April fools day, Easter, Six Flags and even a death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I have been busy is the understatement of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang-Tangs birthday is April 1st. So this year it fell on a Thursday which is the day I work from 10am to 8pm, We decided to have the party the Sunday before at the local pool. Rang had a great time and I as usual stressed over every little detail for NO REASON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  because I am a gluten for punishment, and decided I didn't already have enough stress in my life,  I decided to take it upon myself to paint the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; playroom so Darling Hubby and I could move into the playroom. ( why you ask did we move into there? Well I will tell you why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You see the playroom is at the front of the house and we happen to live in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; sac with some pretty shady neighbors. Both hubby and I did not feel safe with the monkeys in that room, so for that last 2 1/2 years the monkeys have had their bunk-beds in the master suit with us. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby and I decided since all we do is sleep in the room with the occasional Hankie-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spankie&lt;/span&gt;, and seeing how  the monkeys have far more crap than us, we would give them the master suit and move into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like I said I took it upon myself to paint. NOT knowing that you can not paint over semi-gloss paint with Latex without sanding the walls first. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;VEY&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after hours of moving everything outta the room and sanding the walls I was ready to run into the closet and lock the door behind me...for I loath painting... No I mean it, I REALLY HATE TO PAINT.... I think I have a issue with it. from my ANAL mom and dad, you see we had to  paint the walls of our house I swear every other freaking year cause&lt;br /&gt;( insert my mom's voice ) THEY ARE DIRTY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in comes hubby and See's how hot and sweaty and blue I was ( YES I WAS BLUE FROM HEAD TO TOE.... darn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; water... I mean really..... WHO"S DUMB IDEA WAS IT TO PAINT A UNDERWATER ROOM????? oh yeah me..... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get the walls wiped down and start the painting.&lt;br /&gt;what??? what is that you say???? what color did we use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad you asked. I WANTED A DEEP DARK RICH RED..... we now have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sagie&lt;/span&gt; ( not sure if that is even a word ) eucalyptus green, We did try the red with some sample paint. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EWWWW&lt;/span&gt;!!! NO did not look good I thought I would end up having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt; with all the red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we have a nice calming pretty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rang's&lt;/span&gt; actual birthday so after I got off work we went to Bahama Bucks for some yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sno&lt;/span&gt;-cones. then home. we Hubby and I actually had the entire weekend off. We had a terrific Easter morning then met up with friends at six flags which was our first time and it was FANTASTIC.... there was really NO waits the only wait hubby and my 6 year old Rang had was the new Tony Hawk roller coaster. ( yep my little Rang Tang LOVES SCARY RIDES.... ) while mommy and grasshopper stay safely on the ground.... ( I AM A CHICKEN AND PROUD OF IT...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the crazy week I found out today that my main boss had passed away Easter morning. She was the nicest person anyone could hope to meet. ALWAYS had a big smile on her face. I can honestly say I never saw her without one. The world is a sadder place without her in it. But Heaven is dancing in the streets to have her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks that has been my week in a nut shelf. I have lots of photos that I will be posting in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-223595799064967409?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/223595799064967409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=223595799064967409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/223595799064967409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/223595799064967409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-and-hectic.html' title='Crazy and Hectic....'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1319901012647932735</id><published>2010-03-25T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:27:53.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE WINNER IS.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I had a giveaway a few days ago for a gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not decided at that time if it would be a $25.00 Starbucks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GC&lt;/span&gt; or a Visa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GC&lt;/span&gt;..... and since I only had 5 folks participate in the giveaway ( Not sure if I should be sad that I only had 5 or happy )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to let the winner decide which one they wanted. So since I only had 5 folks play I decided to put the names in a hat instead of using a generator and the lucky winner is.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;GILLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gille&lt;/span&gt;.... I need you now to contact me with your name and address and if you would prefer a Starbucks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GC&lt;/span&gt; or a Visa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thank you to those that participated in my little giveaway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1319901012647932735?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1319901012647932735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1319901012647932735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1319901012647932735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1319901012647932735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-winner-is.html' title='AND THE WINNER IS.........'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7187706570397709741</id><published>2010-03-24T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:11:52.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accented Syllables</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; WHAT???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing school with Grasshopper and he is learning about accented syllables, and all I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTHECK&lt;/span&gt;???? I have never heard this term before nor can I for the life of me figure them out. I googled them and read the RULES and am at a complete and utter loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the  times where I think AM I RUINING MY CHILDREN BY HOMESCHOOLING???? I mean If I can't figure something out like ACCENTED SYLLABLES then maybe I am not the best person to be teaching them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vey&lt;/span&gt;..... I need a brain overhaul and a refresher course in Language Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there wanna help explain this to a not so bright mommy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7187706570397709741?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7187706570397709741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7187706570397709741' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7187706570397709741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7187706570397709741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/accented-syllables.html' title='Accented Syllables'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1611898114331678472</id><published>2010-03-20T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T09:01:45.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Wrong to Question the Bible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am a Christian as most of you know. But I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of questions. I mean I have only been saved for 5 years, So for the past 20+ years I did not Know Jesus and or the Bible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt; this year is to read the Bible. As Jan 1st &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rolled&lt;/span&gt; near I got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; all fired up about it. I went out and bought The One Year Bible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450743832904504834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6TuowHslgI/AAAAAAAAAhw/GkucwGDGMp0/s320/TYN_one_year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I have been reading it daily, ( although some days I miss and then play catch up. ) Yes I said MISS. I am not perfect. Oh and did I mention IT IS A HARD BOOK TO READ???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt; as I read it I get all these questions in my head that make me go REALLY???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sara and Abraham did not have kids, so she GAVE her SLAVE to Abraham to marry and have kids with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; right there I have questions. 1st, why were there slaves? 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UMM&lt;/span&gt; that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Polygamy&lt;/span&gt; and I thought God was against it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then Sara becomes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; of her slave and tells &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Abraham&lt;/span&gt; to send her into the desert away, so he does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep another question. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so after allowing her husband to commit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adultery&lt;/span&gt; they now send her and the baby away KNOWING they might die, and they have no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;issue&lt;/span&gt; with it. Then God tells her ( the slave ) to Go back to Sara and basically be mistreated. REALLY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then after all that he rewards them with many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;descendants&lt;/span&gt; to become a great nation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; do you see my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;? I mean how does one read this and NOT think something is fishy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it all comes down to Faith, But then I think WHAT IF I DON'T HAVE FAITH? am I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;damned&lt;/span&gt; to Hell? What if God gets angry with me because I am to dense to understand his word?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes these questions run through my head and frighten me. And to top that off I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that men and woman are Born Gay. So then if they are, does that mean that God Loves them? ( which I whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;heartily&lt;/span&gt; believe God does ) but then others will say NO THE BIBLE SAYS ITS WRONG...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so it does. So why is that wrong but Abraham, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Issac&lt;/span&gt; and the rest of them having many wives NOT wrong?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I am so confused. So if any of you feel the need to help explain any of this to me that would be FANTASTIC....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1611898114331678472?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1611898114331678472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1611898114331678472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1611898114331678472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1611898114331678472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-wrong-to-question-bible.html' title='Is it Wrong to Question the Bible?'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6TuowHslgI/AAAAAAAAAhw/GkucwGDGMp0/s72-c/TYN_one_year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1659171793876125011</id><published>2010-03-19T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:50:31.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO STOLE THEM????? ( with a hidden message )</title><content type='html'>I would LOVE to know who stole my little sweet boys? I ask because this is the week from well the devils playground.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started Monday. Rang is NOT a morning person and he had to get up for speech, so of course he awoke is a foul mood. Grasshopper on the other hand was in a good mood as he is every &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marooning&lt;/span&gt; he wakes up. But that sweet good mood was NOT going to stick around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I home school, so the monkeys are around each other quite a bit, And I know they get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;irritated&lt;/span&gt; with one another I mean Hello it comes with the territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER this week alone they have went from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450353932529658658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6OMBkCVayI/AAAAAAAAAhg/KQtylk9J99c/s320/LittleMonkeys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet loving little cuddly monkeys to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450353938260921026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6OMB5YxisI/AAAAAAAAAho/Kn90hYmnNFU/s320/monsters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry mean little MONSTER MONKEYS..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The constant name calling and hitting and being just all around UGLY is driving this mommy Monkey INSANE.... I mean I never thought I would have to threaten them ( yes THREATEN ) that they can't talk to or look at or play with each other the rest of the day if they do not stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I would expect them to have oh I don't know A LITTLE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;COMMON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;SENSE&lt;/span&gt; not to do it all in front of me. But NOPE.... they have decided to be equal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; MONSTERS to each other, Who cares if moms there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WHOMEVER stole my sweet cuddly monkeys PLEASE PLEASE send them back.... If its a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ransom&lt;/span&gt; you want I WILL PAY IT....( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warning Hidden giveaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ) just please take these little monsters with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read all the way through then you realized I am PAYING A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;RANSOM&lt;/span&gt; FOR MY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;MONKEYS&lt;/span&gt;....here is all you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog about this RANSOM AND MONKEY NAPPING on your blog with a link back here&lt;br /&gt;then leave a comment on what you think the little Monkeys are worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you would like to follow me that won't get you any advantages but it will put a big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; smile on this mama monkeys face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the reward is a SECRET!!!! I will let you all in on the actual REWARD $ in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;RANSOM&lt;/span&gt; WILL SELF DESTRUCT ON MARCH 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1659171793876125011?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1659171793876125011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1659171793876125011' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1659171793876125011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1659171793876125011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-stole-them-with-hidden-message.html' title='WHO STOLE THEM????? ( with a hidden message )'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6OMBkCVayI/AAAAAAAAAhg/KQtylk9J99c/s72-c/LittleMonkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2293903820509186232</id><published>2010-03-17T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:13:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an itch</title><content type='html'>I do.... Now if you know me, or even if you do not know me you  have eyes and can obviously see I AM FAT..... Not only am I Fat but I am OUTTA SHAPE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny though. I know I am fat but when I look at myself I don't see a fat girl. Its kinda like a Hippo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6EaRLWHksI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9m1wI1FtPxM/s1600-h/nimanthi_madagascar_hippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6EaRLWHksI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9m1wI1FtPxM/s320/nimanthi_madagascar_hippo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449665906500670146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at herself and not seeing a Hippo but a beautiful Jessica Rabbitish kinda gal ... CHA-CHA-CHA... Im Saucy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6EaRt9htXI/AAAAAAAAAhI/hKgbHbqB81o/s1600-h/Jessica-Rabbit_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6EaRt9htXI/AAAAAAAAAhI/hKgbHbqB81o/s320/Jessica-Rabbit_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449665915792766322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the itch.... I have been walking everyday since Sunday. ( ya, ya I know its only been 3 days. ) But I am itching to get out there an walk. I mean I am sitting here anxiously waiting for the monkeys to finish their Math so we can GOOOOO!!!! I am like ready to piddle myself.. COME ON ALREADY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am hoping and praying that this itch will stay with me, as this Jessica Rabbitish  gal trapped in a Hippo body   walks/runs her way into a healthier, new lifestyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on.... I have to be a good role model for my monkeys. And who doesn't wanna be saucy like Miss Jessica Rabbit. MEOW!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2293903820509186232?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2293903820509186232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2293903820509186232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2293903820509186232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2293903820509186232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-itch.html' title='I have an itch'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6EaRLWHksI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9m1wI1FtPxM/s72-c/nimanthi_madagascar_hippo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3919827629930524422</id><published>2010-03-16T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:07:23.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picaso Ain't got nothing on Grasshopper</title><content type='html'>So my oldest Grasshopper LOVES to draw and color. This is his latest image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6BEJOAkgpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/YUYWo-lddKs/s1600-h/100_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6BEJOAkgpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/YUYWo-lddKs/s320/100_2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449430474288300690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now if you have seen the movie Aristocats then you recognize her as Dutches. I am not certain but I think Zsa Zsa Gabor does the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he did a good job, of course he was so proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his drawing got me thinking. I have 2 monkeys with completely different personalities. Grasshopper is more of my artsy fartsy child. Loves to draw, sing, dance very ARTISTIC one might say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is Rang Tang who is like a bowling ball in a china cabinet. Does not like to color or draw and his idea of singing is actually  listening to Apologetix and signing along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No Rang is more my get down into the nitty gritty and get his hands dirty. He LOVES to build things. The kid can build the most amazing Lego ships from nothing more than his imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its funny he has this wicked imagination when it comes to building things but  for the life of himself can not put that imagination onto paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I have polar opposites of one another and since they are I have had to do things completely different with each other. I never knew that 2 little boys that are from the same parents could be day and night from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang is 110% his mama. A in your face, don't tick me off and for sure DON"T WAKE ME IN THE MORNING. AND IF YOU DO..... DO NOT TALK TO ME IF YOU KNOW WHATS GOOD. kinda kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper is 110% daddy. Laid back, lets the world roll right off his shoulders. Wakes every morning glad to just be alive. Always wakes with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with having 2 boys that are opposites I have come to rely on a WHOLE LOT OF PRAYING... for with Grasshopper I have to remember he wears his emotions on his sleeve and is easily sadden by others misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Rang. I know just what will get through to that thick skull as talking to him is like talking to myself. ( Who says talking to ones self is bad? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for reading through my ramblings. I am sure you are all thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK IS SHE DRINKING????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas.... no yummy drinks tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3919827629930524422?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3919827629930524422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3919827629930524422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3919827629930524422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3919827629930524422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/picaso-aint-got-nothing-on-grasshopper.html' title='Picaso Ain&apos;t got nothing on Grasshopper'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S6BEJOAkgpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/YUYWo-lddKs/s72-c/100_2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1390946455368671828</id><published>2010-03-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:19:13.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats that smell?????</title><content type='html'>WHAT in the world is that smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it dog poo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sour Milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweaty little monkeys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope not that either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know what that smell is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS CRISP CLEAN FRESH AIR........ Yep It is such a beautiful day that I have the windows wide open and can feel a nice crisp breeze flowing through the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT WHEN ITS LIKE THIS... sun shinning .... birds chirping..... The sound of a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawnmower in the distance, and the none stop sniffling and sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DAMN YOU ALLERGIES TO HELL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of  course with the windows open and the trees and flowers all in bloom my allergies are wreaking havoc on me... itchy watery eyes and sneezing like its no bodies business. BUT I WILL NOT CAVE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S56kA_rFtZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/lzCpk_y05rQ/s1600-h/100_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S56kA_rFtZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/lzCpk_y05rQ/s320/100_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448972936163997074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a photo that I had taken awhile ago and well it reminds me of another nice clean fresh day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1390946455368671828?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1390946455368671828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1390946455368671828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1390946455368671828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1390946455368671828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-that-smell.html' title='Whats that smell?????'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S56kA_rFtZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/lzCpk_y05rQ/s72-c/100_1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6567590650090940187</id><published>2010-03-13T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:40:19.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am KILLING my kids</title><content type='html'>AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE it...... I have always prided myself on being very cautious of what they eat. I limit the amount of toxins in their bodies. I try and use natural or organic as much as possible. and ALWAYS 100% whole wheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean my kids have no idea that bread or pasta is ever white. We drink Raw milk, and I try and get exercise into them daily. All the while of priding myself as a GOOD MOMMY..... I am in fact slowly setting them on a path that is going to cause harmful and possibly sever damage to them. I AM NOT A GOOD MOMMY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what brought this all on you might ask? Well while reading the news today I stumble upon this &lt;a href="http://eatthis.womenshealthmag.com/slideshow/worst-beverages-supermarket#title"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and start reading and am in total shock at what I see. Then not knowing the exact amount 1 gram really is I decided to research it. and this my friends is what I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*********WARNING**********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;the following may cause you to slap forehead and say WHAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;1 gram = 1/4 teaspoon&lt;br /&gt;4 grams = 1 teaspoon, 1 sugar cube, or 1 package of sugar&lt;br /&gt;8 grams = 2 teaspoons&lt;br /&gt;16 grams = 4 teaspoons&lt;br /&gt;32 grams = 8 teaspoons&lt;br /&gt;52 grams = 13 teaspoons&lt;br /&gt;88 grams = 22 teaspoons&lt;br /&gt;120 grams = 30 teaspoons&lt;br /&gt;200 grams = 50 teaspoons, ( 1 cup granulated sugar )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on.... Now I know some of you may look at that and think. OH I DON"T LET THEM HAVE THAT MUCH.... allow me to enlighten you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little jug of chocolate milk from McDonald's has 25 grams of sugar which is almost 6 teaspoons of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nutri&lt;/span&gt;-grain cereal bar, well pick Strawberry can you believe it has 12 grams of sugar, which is insane. I mean I try and not buy sugar coated cereal for this reason and HELLO I might as well be letting my kids eat donuts for breakfast as for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts glazed donut has the same exact amount of sugar in them. CRAZY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just in utter shock and disbelief and a tad ANGRY with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I do with anything that involves my monkeys I am NOW ON A MISSION TO REVAMP MY KIDS DIETS....&lt;br /&gt;I will be reading as much as possible about the crap that I am putting in my kids. I will be purging the house of all sugar that is candy or sweets related. ( I want to apologize to the student workers I work with in advance as I am BRINGING IT ALL TO WORK FOR YOU )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make it my mission to educate my kids, myself and anyone else that wants to know the facts. To know me is to know that when it comes to my kids I AM A MANIAC with getting to the bottom of things. DON"T MESS WITH MY MONKEYS.... and YOU AMERICAN FOOD PRODUCERS ARE IN FOR A WHOLE LOT OF MOMMY AND GETTING IN YOUR BUSINESS... YOU AIN'T MAKING MY BOYS FAT OR CAUSING HEALTH ISSUES WITH THEM... I AM COMING FOR YOU ALL.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6567590650090940187?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6567590650090940187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6567590650090940187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6567590650090940187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6567590650090940187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-killing-my-kids.html' title='I am KILLING my kids'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-5434936493176432948</id><published>2010-03-06T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:32:34.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping</title><content type='html'>I wanted to talk about something that I find both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;full filling&lt;/span&gt; and frustrating all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you  the type that shops every week for that weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grocery's&lt;/span&gt;? Or the type that shops daily? Or every other week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me I like to get the shopping done at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the month and be done with it. Not because I don't like to shop, ( I actually don't mind grocery shopping, Its all the other kind of shopping I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; dislike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to have it done and over with for many reason. One I know what is going to be eaten for the month, so why not have it done with? And if I have it done then I don't need to RUN to the Store for the 1 item only to walk out with another $50.00 spent on stuff we DID NOT NEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my hubby but to send him to the store means I KNOW HE WILL COME BACK WITH &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/span&gt; 2 BAGS WORTH OF STUFF WE DID NOT NEED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also when I shop at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the month we are LESS &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;likely&lt;/span&gt; to eat out, thus saving us more money. If I have it written down ( the menu ) then we must stick to it RIGHT???  We have the attitude of  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO IT IS WRITTEN SO SHALL IT BE DONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I am not saying that we don't splurge and actually eat out once or twice but I am saying WE ARE LESS &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;LIKELY&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the reason I get frustrated with the shopping however is that the prices of things are incredibly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;RIDICULES&lt;/span&gt;... I just can't fathom why some things are so darn expensive. I mean take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Prunes&lt;/span&gt; for example ( yes I like them and so does Grasshopper so I do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; splurge and buy them ) but a small package was like 3.50 the other day. I mean COME ON they are dried PLUMS... Did I buy them? yes I did only to run into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sam's&lt;/span&gt; and see a HUGE package for $6.00, It is just so amazing to me the price difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So as you get to the store in the next few days. Try actually comparing prices and you will be surprised how certain things are WAY to expensive and others, not so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-5434936493176432948?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/5434936493176432948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=5434936493176432948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5434936493176432948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5434936493176432948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/grocery-shopping.html' title='Grocery Shopping'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-8170093493223610918</id><published>2010-03-01T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:55:55.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies and the men behind them. hehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here is Darling hubby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4wW_y4F6OI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hKpTRpRNl2c/s1600-h/100_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4wW_y4F6OI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hKpTRpRNl2c/s320/100_0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443751334828697826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the greatest man I know, Loving, compassionate,kind, Loves his wife and kids, a God Fearing man, and would give you the last cookie on the plate......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SCREECHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! hold up.... did I just say he would give you the last cookie??? OH HOW LITTLE DO WE KNOW????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, although I am married to the greatest man in the world ( yes I am bias. =) )there is a deep dark secret that most don't  know about him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;he has a slight issue with cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean you don't have a coffee mug like this for NO REASON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4wXq_2w3aI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ytJeP05_vsE/s1600-h/C4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4wXq_2w3aI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ytJeP05_vsE/s320/C4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443752077047160226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see we like to call him the REAL COOKIE MONSTER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has well lets put it like this HE REALLY LIKES HIS COOKIES, chocolate chip, oatmeal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; peanut butter sugar, it does not matter he is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discriminative&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to cookies. None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; of them stand a chance when he is around. So imagine my surprise when I went into the garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;romen&lt;/span&gt; noodles for the boys for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look on the shelf and there is this package of what else COOKIES..... so I grab them and look to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; see what they are, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; They are Gourmet Thumbprint. they sound yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to open SAID cookies and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!!!! I think the store &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jipped&lt;/span&gt; hubby, I mean it clearly states on the label that there are 12,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; notice red arrow&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4wYpCEW6LI/AAAAAAAAAgI/q9-Qjf9Nypg/s1600-h/C3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4wYpCEW6LI/AAAAAAAAAgI/q9-Qjf9Nypg/s320/C3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443753142792939698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I open the container  there are only 2, Now I never claimed to be the smartest cookie in the jar ( see that, I just made a funny.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 12 looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more than 2. Notice there are 10 missing. How on earth could that have happen????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4wYookXasI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JZ7tJa2gLtM/s1600-h/COOKIE+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4wYookXasI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JZ7tJa2gLtM/s320/COOKIE+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443753135947868866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I had to call hubby and tell him how bad the store ripped him off......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is his story ladies and gentleman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claims that his hands where full on Friday and he FORGOT THEY WERE OUT THERE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I asked REALLY!!! just how many of these FORGOTTEN COOKIES DID THE BOYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET... He says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HMMMM&lt;/span&gt; I don't think they actually got any... BUT I WAS NOT HIDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah stick to that story honey,&lt;br /&gt;Like I said WE DON"T CALL HIM COOKIE MONSTER FOR NOTHING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-8170093493223610918?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/8170093493223610918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=8170093493223610918' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8170093493223610918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8170093493223610918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/03/lies-and-men-behind-them-hehehehe.html' title='Lies and the men behind them. hehehehe'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4wW_y4F6OI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hKpTRpRNl2c/s72-c/100_0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2058789264435332406</id><published>2010-02-28T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:43:23.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUMMY.... YOU WANT SOME?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I can not believe it is Sunday. WOW where did the weekend go? I thought I would give you all an update on what has happened to me since I last posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went in On Friday for a CT Scan and OH MY GRAVY.... I had to drink barium sulfate. EWWWW 2 big ol containers of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you that do not know what it is, allow me to enlighten you. Imagine a big jug of ground up chalk mixed with elmers glue and flavored like bananas... sound yummy???? FAR FROM IT..... it taste just like it sounds. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443382121298551810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4rHMvS2ZAI/AAAAAAAAAfg/svF0VRJEx2o/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if that was not the worst of it. I had to get an IV with Iodine in it. ( oh what one goes through in the name of medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well on would think that was the end of the FUN but NOPE, I apperently was dehydrated so the technichian was having NO luck in locating a vein, Now on most occasions needles don't bother me, But the girl could not get a vein , she first tired on my left arm to no avail. then moved to my right and stuck me then was wiggling the needle in my arm I became so incredibly sick to my tummy while she was doing it. I thought I was going to pass out. IT WAS BAD.... I almost asked if I could insert the IV myself. ( I have NO experience but figured I could not do any worse than her. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you have never had the iodine injected into you let me explain the sensation. It starts out this warmness spreading through you then it moves down to you bladder and you honest to goodness feel like you are peeing your pants. NOT A FUN SENSATION..... ( so basically an all around FUN day ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all that fun I headed to Bush's to get a Arnold Palmer ( Ice tea with lemonade ) and a roll. ( remember I had not eaten anything since Tuesday night. Actually that was what was supposed to happen. when in fact at 5pm on Thursday the Dr called and said they could not get me in on Friday that I could eat something light. So at 7:30pm after Grasshoppers concert we went to Jason's Deli with some dear friends and I had a bowl of Tomato Basil soup and a few bites of Darling Hubby's salad. ) only to get home at 9 and have 3 messages telling me I AM having the CT scan the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME????? I AM SOOOOO NOT DRINKING THAT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO-LYTLEY AGAIN.... NO WAY NO HOW.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so bright and early the next day I called the clinic and told them I had in fact eaten. The nurse said it was fine as long as I had not eaten past midnight and not to eat until after the CT scan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was I..... Oh that's right bought a Arnold Palmer and a roll. then went to pick up the boys and head home. With a feeling as if I had just had cement poured into my tummy, YUCK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling hubby made a yummy steak and potato dinner which I ate as much as my shrunken tummy could manage which was not much. then watched a movie and headed to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I spent the day at work. then off to church then to Chick-fila with a good friend and his daughter ( his wife and son where at the Hospital visiting her father, if you could say a prayer for the father that would be great. ) we ate then let the kids play till around 9 then ran to BAM to get FARMER BOY for grasshoppers lit class. then came home where I crawled into bed with my new book I bought at BAM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am at work typing this and listening to K-Love. and telling you all about my hectic busy weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's pretty much it folks. I am hoping to hear from the Dr in the morning telling me something. once I do I will let you all know.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise thought to post photos of the monkeys in the snow and at grasshoppers concert when I get home. Till then. CHOW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2058789264435332406?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2058789264435332406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2058789264435332406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2058789264435332406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2058789264435332406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/yummy-you-want-some.html' title='YUMMY.... YOU WANT SOME?????'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S4rHMvS2ZAI/AAAAAAAAAfg/svF0VRJEx2o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6126172359312120362</id><published>2010-02-25T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:22:38.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a ENDO WARRIOR!!!! I will FIGHT and I will WIN</title><content type='html'>Well I thought I would first apologize to my readers ( they are few but mean the world to me ) I have had a hard week. School, feeling off and then SNOW!!!! we had SO much snow on Tuesday that the monkeys and I spent most of the day outside. Rang Tang was able to make his very first Snow Angel, and Snowman. He was so excited. I did take LOTS of photos that I will post either tonight or tomorrow. ( very busy day today )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the week started off with me feeling like I had a kidney infection. So I went to the Dr's where I had to take the ever so fun urine sample ( which I swear to goodness I end up peeing all over my hand. ) Being Fat and trying to judge where to put the cup is NOT fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat patiently waiting for the Dr. to come in and say YEP you have a kidney infection, but No I didn't have that or a UTI... so then its on to the next questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr: I am thinking it maybe your gallbladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Um nope that is not possible, Had it removed 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr: Oh good to know, then I would like to get an ultrasound and see if it could be your appendix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope that too is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr: WOW you are making this easy. Ok lets do this. Lets draw blood and do some ex rays. Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: sounds fine to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after having my blood drawn and some ex rays taken he comes into the room and says can I show you your ex rays&lt;br /&gt;I go out and I see what looks like sand in my ex ray all the way up my right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you know me, you know that I suffered with SEVER endo to the point that I ended up having a hysterectomy. So when I see this sand stuff on my ex ray I start to cry. He tells me it is NOT endo. but in fact POO.... yep I am officially full of Sh*@ ( ok laugh it out.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he explains that he is concerned to see that much on my right side when my left is perfectly clear. He asks when I had my last bowel movement. I explain that morning, 3 times. He tells me this is concerning for the fact that I had endo on my Colon and liver he is concerned that the scar tissue may have caused some damage to my right side. So he tells me he wants my pipes all cleaned out then they would do a cat scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have officially been on the Colon-a-scopy (sp) diet. You know the one where you have to drink that nasty crap 8oz ever 10 min till its gone. IT WAS GROSS. and I can't eat anything till Friday. I have been on water, chicken broth, Gatorade and hot green tea, NOT FUN....  And All I am saying is that after  all the bathroom visits and the clear liquids I BEST LOSE AT LEAST 5 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what bothers me most is even after having a hysterectomy to get rid of Endo and live a life pain free, I may still be having issues with other organs do from the scar tissue that Endo caused. I want to cry and scream WHY????? am I ever going to be free of this disease??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO now I am at work. On a side happy note Grasshopper has a choir concert tonight and this will be the first one I have been able to go to. I am so excited for him. I will post photos of that as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my Endo Sisters. STAY STRONG AND KNOW YOU ARE LOVED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6126172359312120362?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6126172359312120362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6126172359312120362' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6126172359312120362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6126172359312120362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-endo-warrior-i-will-fight-and-i.html' title='I am a ENDO WARRIOR!!!! I will FIGHT and I will WIN'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3105398052836709546</id><published>2010-02-21T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:40:06.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be such a B@**!!@</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I can be a REALLY B*!@&amp;amp;! if I want to be, but why? I personally think its a waste of time and energy. Life is to short to be in such a ragged mood 24/7,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said I am a member of a forum called Blog Frog. The group of ladies are great there is tremendous support of one another and the diversity is amazing. I have learned quite a bit from this group of ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any group there is always a few bad apples. I mean when you write really mean ugly things for no other reason than to hurt the persons feelings, I want to know WHY? Does it make you feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Superior&lt;/span&gt;? Smarter? Prettier? What? WHY SO UGLY AND well BITCHY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that we can agree on some topics and not on other topics. That is what makes this community so great. But to be flat out RUDE AND UGLY... NO THANK YOU.... Take your nastiness and GO AWAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that these people one day realize that getting through life being so mean is NOT WORTH IT and change their attitudes and strive to be happy people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3105398052836709546?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3105398052836709546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3105398052836709546' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3105398052836709546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3105398052836709546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-be-such-b.html' title='Don&apos;t be such a B@**!!@'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-203868999762696352</id><published>2010-02-20T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:07:46.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am REALLY trying</title><content type='html'>Not to be judgemental of others. I believe that to each their own.  With that being said I am HIGHLY disturbed by this woman. She is well STRANGE and I just read this post about how she wanted to cook and eat her OWN PLACENTA... yes you read that right.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ON EARTH would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;posses&lt;/span&gt; anyone to want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here gagging. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AUGHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! she is HIGHLY disturbed. Her reasoning is&lt;br /&gt;IT CAME FROM MY BODY... Well no poo Sherlock. speaking of poo it too comes from you too, are you going to fry that up as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I can't imagine that anyone in a their right mind would even consider this. I am really disgusted and in SHOCK..... I was going to post a link to her blog but then i realized that she makes money of folks going to her blog. This woman and her family of 5 live on 1000 a month. but she cuts corners with her kids safety in MY OPINION. they eat highly processed foods and sleep on the floor ( correction her child sleeps on a crib mattress UNDER the babies crib )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know this woman just really worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone in the mood for Placenta Pancakes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-203868999762696352?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/203868999762696352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=203868999762696352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/203868999762696352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/203868999762696352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-really-trying.html' title='I am REALLY trying'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2145484657439442827</id><published>2010-02-19T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:57:31.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember WHEN</title><content type='html'>I posted around Valentines Day that I had mastered the SUGAR COOKIE??? Well your in for a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NOT ONLY MASTERED THE SUGAR COOKIE BUT THIS SANDWICH COOKIE AS WELL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its true I have this insatiable need to be the BEST DARN COOKIE MAKER..... so I thought I would tease you all with some yummy photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did try the cookies I mean HELLO WHAT KIND OF COOKIE MASTER WOULD I BE HAD I NOT TRIED MY OWN MASTERPIECES....( I said this all with the last bit of ooey-gooey goodness in my mouth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S38F6gdFQTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WYde6oPuHNY/s1600-h/100_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S38F6gdFQTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WYde6oPuHNY/s320/100_1955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440073377589313842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little bad boy I am  IN LOVE WITH.... I have to confess I did NOT make this cookie up. I actually stole, I mean BORROWED from a book. You see there is this gal that writes these books and I have to admit I LOVE THEM... I have read every last one, some 2-3 times. Her name is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/authors/25347/Diane_Mott_Davidson/index.aspx/cookingclub.html"&gt;Diane Mott-Davidson &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this little beauty came from her newest book ( see image below ) that I again GOBBLED UP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S38H69h7PqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/h7rDX9v0KVs/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S38H69h7PqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/h7rDX9v0KVs/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440075584417513122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had some PRETTY amazing recipes in it, And I have to admit I have made QUITE a few of her recipes from all of her books and ALL of them have turned out to be YUMMY........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these happen to be the sugar cookies I made and we made them into Valentines for the boys to pass out to their friends.&lt;br /&gt;I may be a bit bias but I think these turned out to be ADORABLE.... what do you all think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S38F59R3njI/AAAAAAAAAe4/SKJQM0eoVk8/s1600-h/100_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S38F59R3njI/AAAAAAAAAe4/SKJQM0eoVk8/s320/100_1948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440073368147041842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing was a light lemony concoction that blended PERFECT with the almond, vanilla softness of the cookie... Man I am making my mouth water just thinking of them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S38F6Y87VPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0x_g7m3wT10/s1600-h/100_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S38F6Y87VPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0x_g7m3wT10/s320/100_1947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440073375575397618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2145484657439442827?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2145484657439442827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2145484657439442827' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2145484657439442827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2145484657439442827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-remember-when.html' title='Do you remember WHEN'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S38F6gdFQTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WYde6oPuHNY/s72-c/100_1955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6031822108406245199</id><published>2010-02-18T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:04:37.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Blogger Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; an award, Can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it? My blog is small and I have only a few followers But this gal  &lt;a href="http://chrissyrenee79.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt; truly likes me. I feel so loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439749134075085330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S33fBDPIwhI/AAAAAAAAAew/XTvUV_Uhq_w/s320/blog_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are some rules so here you go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the rules for this award are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Link to the person who gave you the award.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Pass the award along to fantastic blogs you've recently discovered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Contact the blogs via a comment to let them know you've giving them the award.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. State seven things about yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm giving this award to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://therowefam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Katie's&lt;/span&gt; Keeper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://michellesblessedlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;3 boys &amp;amp; a girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tranafamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;My 3 Princesses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tammy over at &lt;a href="http://mythoughtsincolor.blogspot.com/"&gt;MY THOUGHTS IN COLOR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellamella-melanie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bella~Mella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; these gals are truly inspirational to me. I love their Faith. I pray to one day have faith as they do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now for the 7 things about myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1- I HATE with a passion Willy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wonka&lt;/span&gt; and the Chocolate factory. It truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;traumatized&lt;/span&gt; me as a child. And I whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hearted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that the reason I have a candy issue is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of this movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2- I hate to take baths. Really STEWING IN ONES FILTH IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EWWWW&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3- I LOVE black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;licorice&lt;/span&gt;. It is YUMMY....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4-I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that I SHOULD RUN FOR PRESIDENT... granted no one would vote for me but still. ONE CAN DAYDREAM HUH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5-I do not enjoy shopping. I think its boring and a waste of time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6-I have my nose pierced twice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7-I use to have a size 8 foot then had a baby and now carry around a darn 9 ( and do you know how hard it is to find SUPER CUTE shoes in a 9? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6031822108406245199?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6031822108406245199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6031822108406245199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6031822108406245199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6031822108406245199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful-blogger-award.html' title='Beautiful Blogger Award'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S33fBDPIwhI/AAAAAAAAAew/XTvUV_Uhq_w/s72-c/blog_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-4333105193898321404</id><published>2010-02-18T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:37:42.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days REALLY???</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been 4 days since I posted OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I have been VERY good about eating healthy. Now I am not going to say I didn't have a slice of cake on Valentines cause well I DID and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it was so sugary it made me ill. I gave the rest to darling hubby to eat and ended up needing to go to bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; how ill it made me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HMMM&lt;/span&gt; either it was the cake or darling hubby was poisoning me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 8 pounds by just eating smaller portions and making healthier choices. I do crave chocolate every once in a while so for that I eat a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hershey&lt;/span&gt; kiss. I did go for a walk the other day and I have been taking the stairs whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Steps right. I think the 8lbs I lost was from cutting soda outta my diet. Yes I would drink a coke daily. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TRULY&lt;/span&gt; addicted. that and I have increased the water intake.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of myself and I know without a shadow of doubt as long as I take baby steps I will loose the weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been good about eating lunch daily. its usually wheat bread with lots of mustard, turkey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; with a handful of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pretzels&lt;/span&gt; and a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; glass of water. I drink the glass of water before eating then refill it and drink it while eating. THAT has helped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I caught the boys darn cold. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GRRRR&lt;/span&gt; so I have the sniffles. I REALLY don't like the sniffles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-4333105193898321404?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/4333105193898321404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=4333105193898321404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4333105193898321404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4333105193898321404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-days-really.html' title='4 days REALLY???'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-8640413524748584189</id><published>2010-02-15T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:40:47.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a 9 year old. OY VEY!!!</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know I homeschool We work on the basics at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;Spelling&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;and Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper goes to 2 different co-ops. the first one he is doing Science and Literature, and the second one he is doing Choir and Geography. So I feel he has his basis covered for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after this conversation I think MAYBE we need to add in HEALTH.... Oy Vey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper: Does it hurt to poop out a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  WHAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: first off why are you asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper: Well I had to go to the bathroom this morning and it was HUGE and hurt, and I know Rang-Tang was bigger than my poop so DID IT HURT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: WOW!!!! First off  I guess you need to be eating more veggies, and NO I didn't POOP your brother out he came from my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper: OHHHHH thats right they cut him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just smile and nod.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy Vey the things they come up with....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-8640413524748584189?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/8640413524748584189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=8640413524748584189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8640413524748584189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8640413524748584189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/interesting-convresations-with-9-year.html' title='Conversations with a 9 year old. OY VEY!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-5954647963040870845</id><published>2010-02-15T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:34:39.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE WINNER IS..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am so excited I used Random number &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;generator&lt;/span&gt; for the first time. I feel so grown up.... Well if you are one of the ones that entered my first giveaway then I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE A WINNER.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you want to KNOW who the winner is? Yeah I guess you all do...so with out further ado it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNLUCKY NUMBER 13, but in this case it was LUCKY....... so YEAH TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nebraska &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fillemans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats on the win. Now I need you to do 2 things. FIRST go&lt;a href="https://mindylee.scentsy.us/Home"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; pick out which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;warmer&lt;/span&gt; you would like and what scents you get to pick 3 different ones.&lt;br /&gt;then email me and give me all your info...&lt;br /&gt;mskains76@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again congrats and I am super excited for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-5954647963040870845?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/5954647963040870845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=5954647963040870845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5954647963040870845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5954647963040870845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-winner-is.html' title='AND THE WINNER IS..........'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1806495347884392011</id><published>2010-02-14T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:31:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are little girls LEAVE THEM BE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am just in Shock on this and am wondering WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; if you know me you know that my monkeys are BOYS ALL BOY... I do not have a daughter and so I am not sure if this is normal or not, so I ask you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal or acceptable to DOLL your daughter up? By that I mean having a little girl wear make-up? wear fake nails, ( no I am not talking the lee press &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;on's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; talking about  the WHOLE Acrylic things )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing clothes that I myself would NOT be caught dead in. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; in all fairness I am Fat so that is why I would not be caught in them, )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just wonder Do you all pluck your daughters brows? color their hair? have dental work done that consist of teeth whitening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want some feed back on this?&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion I feel its WRONG and well abuse. I mean if you are doing all this to say a 7 year old what kind of damage do you think you are doing to her ? To me its like saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY HONEY YOU ARE NOT PRETTY ENOUGH SO LETS DO THIS, AND THIS SO YOU WILL BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this is just really bothering me. I just had a mother in here with her daughter who not only had MORE makeup on than me but real fake nails and she could not have been more than 7 maybe 8. SO whats up with this?&lt;br /&gt;so if you happen to be one of those  moms that do the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pageant&lt;/span&gt; thing and go way crazy on it. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1806495347884392011?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1806495347884392011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1806495347884392011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1806495347884392011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1806495347884392011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-are-little-girls-leave-them-be.html' title='They are little girls LEAVE THEM BE'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6253144640388711755</id><published>2010-02-13T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:35:58.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its NONE of your business!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I have a real pet peeve and it is when folks feel the need to tell ME what I am  doing with MY children is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give a few examples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My boys sleep in our room. NOT our bed but our room. You see we live in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-sac and are at the end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; sac with CRAZY neighbors on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boys bedroom is at the front of the house facing one of the crazy neighbors house, now this particular neighbor is up till the WEE hours of the morning and will often times shoot his gun at "owls, coyotes, or anything else he wants" not to mention one night he had a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tiki&lt;/span&gt; torches lit and was throwing them around at 3am. he is just WEIRD, and so darling hubby and I do not feel safe with them at the front of the house and moved their bunk beds into our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is OUR house, these are OUR children and this is OUR decision, but its funny how folks feel the need to tell you that its WRONG and that we are ruining our kids. REALLY.... Um last I check they were my kids and its none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have decided though that darling hubby and I would give the master bedroom which is at the back of the house and the largest room to the monkeys, that way I feel better KNOWING they are safe and then they can have all of the toys in their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were pacifier babies. Grasshopper stopped taking his at 2 he just didn't want it anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; no biggie&lt;br /&gt;But Rang-Tang was not going to give his up without a fight. SO WE DIDN'T TAKE IT, I mean its HIS, he uses them for comfort and I knew he would not be going on his first date with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fubbie&lt;/span&gt; ( that's what he called them ) in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;but low and behold I got grief from EVERYONE about how it was wrong, how he was not a baby, it was going to cause bad teeth ( um have you seen darling hubby's  and my teeth? OUR KIDS ARE DOOMED IN THE TEETH DEPARTMENT. ) so we should just take it from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my response was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT HURTING YOU TO SEE HIM WITH IT? MY CHILD MY RULES BACK OFF.... I mean taking his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fubbie&lt;/span&gt; from him to ME was no different than me taking a woman's coffee from her that she HAS to have in the morning. Its a comfort thing to her, NO DIFFERENCE IN MY OPINION. and seeing how this is MY blog MY OPINION MATTERS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeschooling. OH MY GOSH I get so much flack over this and again BUTT OUT... Not your kids NOT YOUR BUSINESS... I mean if my kids were being abused by all means BUTT IN. but my kids come from a very loving family and in my opinion. ( see there that is again MY OPINION... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;if my kids who by the way are 5 and 9 ACT like what a 5 and 9 year old SHOULD in MY OPINION than BACK OFF. I mean I have friends that's kids go to school and I hear the way these kids talk and I think REALLY. DID I know what that stuff was at 9? NOPE not that school is bad but I feel that when kids are in school they have to grow up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; faster and that's sad. They have all this peer pressure and to me that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dreaded STUFFED ANIMALS.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; both my monkeys love their stuffed animals and I REMEMBER loving mine. I have NO issue if they want to bring a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;webkinz&lt;/span&gt; in the car or where ever. However ( this one is from my folks LOVE YOU MOMMY )&lt;br /&gt;my folks find that my kids caring around a stuffed animal is very IMMATURE... UM HELLO they are 5 and 9 and how does that constitute IMMATURITY? I think it all goes back to the fact that they are GASP**** &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HOMESCHOOLDED&lt;/span&gt; and are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;UNSOCILIZED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt; But Lord I love my folks this is where I and them differ. I know my folks love me and darling hubby and LOVE my boys I mean they DOTE on my boys and I love that. But in my folks Eyes I am still a little girl and my house will never be clean enough for them or I will never make the BEST choices. And who knows when I am a grandma ( which according to my boys they are NEVER LEAVING ME. Darn it I did RUIN THEM. =)&lt;br /&gt;I may feel the same and have the same thoughts. I pray that I am a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt; and loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Grammy&lt;/span&gt; and keep my mouth shut when it comes to my boys. ( if you know me you know that is so NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;likely&lt;/span&gt; to happen. But a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; can dream huh? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are just a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO next time you see me and I may not be doing something you would stop and think for a moment. IS IT YOUR PLACE TO TELL ME HOW TO RAISE MY KIDS? I can straight up tell you NO IT IS NOT.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6253144640388711755?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6253144640388711755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6253144640388711755' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6253144640388711755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6253144640388711755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-none-of-your-business.html' title='Its NONE of your business!!!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-58609254872326209</id><published>2010-02-11T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:25:34.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy roasted veggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I thought I would post a quick post about the yummy roasted veggies darling hubby and I had last night for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first we washed and cut up baby carrots. then, I sliced up a SWEET onion. ( you really wanna use sweet) then broccoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we drizzled the carrots and onions and sprinkled them with this &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437112740037206594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S3SBOuGrIkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/oGY0_5cL53s/s320/spice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;then after the carrots and onions started getting all caramelized and the onions were smelling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH SO SWEET I added the broccoli and drizzled a tad more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EVOO&lt;/span&gt; and mixed them up and continued roasting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they were done,all I can say is OH MY GOODNESS they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Divine&lt;/span&gt;... the carrots had a bit of crunch which I like, and the broccoli was crispy and tasted wonderful but the Piece De' Resistance ( insert snotty French accent when saying that ) was the onions. THEY WERE FANTASTIC.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I recommend you all run out and buy the seasoning I posted and use it on EVERYTHING. its great on grilled chicken, or you can make a rue, then add some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EVOO&lt;/span&gt; , butter, and seasoning, toss it with your favorite pasta and you have a pasta that everyone will think you slaved over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST GO GET IT... Oh darling hubby picked this up at Sam's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was not a paid advertisement. its my own opinion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-58609254872326209?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/58609254872326209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=58609254872326209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/58609254872326209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/58609254872326209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/yummy-roasted-veggies.html' title='Yummy roasted veggies'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S3SBOuGrIkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/oGY0_5cL53s/s72-c/spice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-537686795080205301</id><published>2010-02-09T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:58:21.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew??</title><content type='html'>that one could be totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dependent&lt;/span&gt; on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inanimate&lt;/span&gt; object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean you hear of folks that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt;, chocolate ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other things, but to be actually full on depended on a in&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;animate object is well SILLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had someone told me the other day that ME and my family where I would have laughed at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them. I mean its Absurd RIGHT?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you back to Sunday night. ( oh FYI my boys sleep in our room, NO not our bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their bed but in our room )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know you are all thinking WHAT?? YOUR KIDS HAVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;THEIR&lt;/span&gt; BEDS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; yes we do. it works for us and we like it so THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; where going to bed and they turned on the box fan and came out and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy the box fan is making a funny noise. Darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hubby&lt;/span&gt; goes into the bedroom and does his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magic and it is working just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later darling hubby and I go to bed, While I am laying there I hear the familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;crackle&lt;/span&gt; of electrical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;malfunctions&lt;/span&gt;. I tell darling hubby what I hear, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;turns&lt;/span&gt; the fan off and starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at it  and says the dreaded words I will remember for ever... Actually not forever but for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT SAFE TO USE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! not my gumdrop buttons. ( sorry I was channeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gingy&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO NOT MY FAN......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see me and my family have become depended on that loud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;WHIRRRRRing&lt;/span&gt; sound that the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;box fan gives off. Really we can't sleep without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So darling hubby brings in this pitiful excuse for a table top fan that well sounds like NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really you could not hear a sound. So he turns on the ocean sound from the clock radio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;HOPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cause enough white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;noise&lt;/span&gt; to help us sleep. this was at 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is now 12, then 1 then 2 then 3 then 4 and I finally say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;TURN&lt;/span&gt; ON THE WINDOW AC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; it has a blower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so needless to say I think I finally fell asleep around 5-5:30 to be awoke at 7 to a son coughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saying he was NOT going to Speech he was sick. I go out into the living room like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see darling hubby crashed on the couch. He said between being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; his head was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurting he was staying home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH we all get to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hookie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proclaim to darling hubby I AM GOING TO BY A FAN he said PLEASE Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before I headed out to the farm to get milk and eggs I stopped at our local Home Depot and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran in to get that beautiful box fan KNOWING that night I was going to fall into slumber with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my old familiar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;WHIRRRRRRRing&lt;/span&gt; that I love oh so much......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; for me but I did eat good and didn't eat any junk food. well except that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little grape jolly rancher. But hey I think running on 2 hours of sleep and not pigging out on comfort food was a GOOD day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-537686795080205301?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/537686795080205301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=537686795080205301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/537686795080205301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/537686795080205301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew??'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7817841682092888258</id><published>2010-02-07T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:14:36.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Not me, Not anymore</title><content type='html'>Let me start of by saying I use to be thin and healthy that was 12 years ago, before kids, before darling hubby and before finding out I had a horrible disease, before 12 surgeries and 4 chemically induced menopause, before, before, before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; I have no more excuses NOT to get healthy and loose some weight, so I have decided to post something that most woman would never dream of their WEIGHT... yep I am going to post my weight, my inches, and all my struggles to get healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I am at age 33 and sick and tired of being FAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its Feb 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 8:38pm and here are my stats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight                                                     &lt;br /&gt; 232lbs                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measurements&lt;br /&gt;arms-&lt;br /&gt;waist-&lt;br /&gt;thighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lookey&lt;/span&gt; here I DON"T HAVE A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FRIGEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MEASURING&lt;/span&gt; TAPE....&lt;br /&gt;NOTE to self. GET OFF FAT BUTT AND GO BY A DARN MEASURING TAPE... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SHEESH&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I will get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;measuring&lt;/span&gt; tape tomorrow and take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt;. and post them.&lt;br /&gt;my goal is to reach 180lbs by October ( that is when we are going to Disney World) and I would like to be able to actually ride on the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from here on out I will post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;weight loss&lt;/span&gt; do-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hickey&lt;/span&gt; on what I did for exercise that day and what I ate if its good and I think you might like it. but don't worry I will still post my regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;garble&lt;/span&gt;-gook that you have all come to know and love ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the words of Porky Pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all folks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7817841682092888258?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7817841682092888258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7817841682092888258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7817841682092888258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7817841682092888258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-not-me-not-anymore.html' title='No, Not me, Not anymore'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-8129612668661660442</id><published>2010-02-06T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:35:06.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooting my own horn.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I must first say that I really dislike baking. Cooking I LOVE, baking Not so much. Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its the whole baking part, I mean the preparing I have no issue with. but then its&lt;br /&gt;scoop, plop, bake, take out of oven, lay on cooling rack, scoop, plop and all over again and again until your done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the whole repetitive thing that drives me bonkers, and seeing how I have the attention span of a rabid squirrel its not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to get in there get cooking and get er' done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since V-day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; approaching and Rang-Tang is in a homeschooling kindergarten class that there will be a party, with class parties there is always cookies, juice and all kinds of sugar. I mean they go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well even though I hate cooking I have to admit something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( hold on a sec while I digress and switch topics. ) see rabid squirrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen the episode of FRIENDS where Monica is wanting Phoebes Grammies FAMOUS COOKIE recipe? You know how Monica wants to be the mom where everyone wants her cookie recipe because its THAT GOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I am shameful to admit THAT'S ME... I want to be known as the mommy with the best ever cookie recipe. I want, no I NEED that recognition. its like a drug. I WANT TO BE THE BEST COOKIE MAKER EVER.... but then we fall into that whole I HATE BAKING thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn double edge sword. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can proudly say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;I DID IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... I made some sugar cookies yesterday that are WONDERFUL...&lt;br /&gt;The monkeys and darling hubby gave them 6 thumbs up. ( get it 6, cause they each have 2?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt; they are soft and buttery and oh so YUMMY.... then the icing is a light lemony sweet mixed with tart goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I AM GOING TO STAND ON THE MOUNTAIN TOPS... ( well the hills seeing how Texas has no mountains. ) and shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THAT MONICA IN YOUR FACE!!! I AM QUEEN OF THE COOKIE MAMA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whats that you say? You want MY recipe? let me think about that..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM NO!!!! I can't give it to you, if I did I would no longer be QUEEN OF THE SUGAR COOKIES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not nice. I should share, but can you all just let me have this?? I mean come on its not like I have anything else going for me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-8129612668661660442?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/8129612668661660442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=8129612668661660442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8129612668661660442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8129612668661660442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/tooting-my-own-horn.html' title='Tooting my own horn.....'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2669782641464220258</id><published>2010-02-03T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:11:02.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCENT- Sational VALENTINES GIVE AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)font-size:180%;" &gt;SCENTSY GIVE-AWAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2mKjqCYT7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/fzVop_VkN7w/s1600-h/scentsy+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434026770583539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2mKjqCYT7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/fzVop_VkN7w/s320/scentsy+p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I am super excited about this. I hope you are all just as excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Here is how to enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- visit &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="https://mindylee.scentsy.us/Home"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and look through the catalog, and pick what your favorite Warmer is then come on back here and leave a comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-As you are going through the catalog check out the scents, then come back here and leave ANOTHER comment on the ones you are wanting to smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Post about my give away with a link back to my blog and you can leave yet another comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that simple. Also if any are interested RIGHT NOW in the month of February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING ( minus the systems and college warmers ) is 10% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scentsy makes GREAT BIRTHDAY, VALENTINE, ANNIVERSARY, WEDDING and BABY SHOWER gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already know what Scentsy is, They are candles that are WICKLESS, FLAMELESS, LEADLESS, SMOKELESS and SOOTLESS. Great for people with asthma and the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No flame means NO FIRES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2669782641464220258?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2669782641464220258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2669782641464220258' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2669782641464220258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2669782641464220258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/scentsy-give-away-i-am-super-excited.html' title='SCENT- Sational VALENTINES GIVE AWAY'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2mKjqCYT7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/fzVop_VkN7w/s72-c/scentsy+p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7579827899964637238</id><published>2010-02-01T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:28:45.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Squirrel, 2 Squirrel,  SQUARE!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am not a PROUD woman of any sorts. ( well maybe alittle ) but one thing I do pride myself on is that my kids know what a squirrel is and a square. ( OR SO I THOUGHT... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very creative funny 5 1/2 year old. He can crack me up any ol time. He says things that one just does not expect. Like for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang Tang : Mommy when I grow up I am going to be a T-Rex...&lt;br /&gt;Me : honey you can't be a T-Rex when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Rang Tang : Yes I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ok at thins point I think. do I REALLY wanna argue with him? Or is this going to be one of those times where I have to ACTUALLY be a mommy and teach him something? I decided its probably best if I continue the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No Rang you can't, its not possible&lt;br /&gt;Rang Tang : MOMMY!!! you said I can be anything I want to when I grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;AHHH!!! I did say this, Note to self. WATCH WHAT I SAY IN FRONT OF MIMIC MONKEY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your right Rang I did, BUT God made you a boy, not a Dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Rang Tang : FINE then I will be a Paleontologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See these are the type of conversations I have with him. So why would today be ANY different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a actual conversation I had today with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found and fell in love with a home school curriculum called MATH-U-SEE&lt;br /&gt;I am starting Rang on Math now ( yes he is 5, but just last week he found an addition sheet I printed out for future use and DID IT and got the answers right. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I purchased Primer ( for those that don't' know it starts out Primer, Alpha, Beta, Gamma and so on )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I open the book today and am looking at it. Rang Tang is sitting next to me as he has just gotten into it with Grasshopper over WHO IS BETTER AT MAKING FACES AT THE DOGS...&lt;br /&gt;( yes I know you are ALL JEALOUS ABOUT MY EXCITING LIFE )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the front there are squares then under it is says Count the squares and circle the answer.&lt;br /&gt;so Rang starts counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 squirrel&lt;br /&gt;2 squirrels&lt;br /&gt;3 squirrels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I said WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says in his oh so serious tone and with tude I might add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMM!!! I'M COUNTING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes I see that but what are you counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looks at me at this point as if I have done lost my mind and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUIRRELS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course I start laughing. ( I know huh, I mean a mom that laughs at her children. ) Hey I never claimed to be a good mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Honey those are not squirrels but SQUARES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me then the book and then me again and starts cracking up laughing... Apparently he thought he was quite a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he gets off the couch laughing and as he is walking down the hall I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUIRREL SQUARES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see I do have an exciting life. I manage to help my 5 year old see the difference between a squirrel and a square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7579827899964637238?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7579827899964637238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7579827899964637238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7579827899964637238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7579827899964637238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-squirrel-2-squirrel-square.html' title='1 Squirrel, 2 Squirrel,  SQUARE!!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7990894794385693805</id><published>2010-02-01T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:57:38.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally got them done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ok here are a few photos. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEekjJLCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7EnN_RxK8Yc/s1600-h/Nolan+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEekjJLCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7EnN_RxK8Yc/s320/Nolan+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457136187812898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling Hubby and I...&lt;br /&gt;( Grasshopper took this photo, He loves to take pictures )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE9fc0nII/AAAAAAAAAdw/0K2jMaJAr80/s1600-h/Logan+and+Brae+on+rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE9fc0nII/AAAAAAAAAdw/0K2jMaJAr80/s320/Logan+and+Brae+on+rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457667395067010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rang-Tang and Grasshopper waiting for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE96nHq5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/rqMH_AWO8X4/s1600-h/Logan+and+Brae+and+skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE96nHq5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/rqMH_AWO8X4/s320/Logan+and+Brae+and+skull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457674686016402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ummm Not a clue what this is, but I think its smiling at me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE-RseRkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YoxjGN83Hbg/s1600-h/inside+the+belly+if+the+beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE-RseRkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YoxjGN83Hbg/s320/inside+the+belly+if+the+beast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457680882484802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the Belly of the Beast....&lt;br /&gt;( or at least the rib cage )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEduKgq1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/eNh5Yl18e7c/s1600-h/walking+with+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEduKgq1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/eNh5Yl18e7c/s320/walking+with+daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457121588980562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture. This is Darling hubby&lt;br /&gt;Telling the monkeys&lt;br /&gt;about the kinds of things in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEefsQS0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Gpb-UfM1AFg/s1600-h/Nolan+and+the+boys+with+frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEefsQS0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Gpb-UfM1AFg/s320/Nolan+and+the+boys+with+frog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457134883851074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling hubby and the Monkeys posing for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for my amazing hubby and monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEdyQS_8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/h0IDGKOaNDE/s1600-h/the+boys+and+I+in+front+of+waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEdyQS_8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/h0IDGKOaNDE/s320/the+boys+and+I+in+front+of+waterfall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457122686992322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Monkeys and Me... just hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE-wiaYhI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xgqGqMigR5s/s1600-h/future+palentologist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE-wiaYhI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xgqGqMigR5s/s320/future+palentologist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457689161785874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Future Paleontologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE_REz4AI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lCuAysDIBg4/s1600-h/Brae+and+shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eE_REz4AI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lCuAysDIBg4/s320/Brae+and+shell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457697895997442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEe7oD0qI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5UxXMIZ5pyE/s1600-h/Logan+and+shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEe7oD0qI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5UxXMIZ5pyE/s320/Logan+and+shell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457142382449314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7990894794385693805?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7990894794385693805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7990894794385693805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7990894794385693805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7990894794385693805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-finally-got-them-done.html' title='I finally got them done.'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2eEekjJLCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7EnN_RxK8Yc/s72-c/Nolan+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3083084020252792503</id><published>2010-01-28T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:23:27.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursdays &amp; Oh So Sweet Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thankful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, I am so thankful for many things today.&lt;br /&gt;1- I awoke to NO headache. Thankful&lt;br /&gt;2- my monkeys gave me NO grief this morning while getting ready for work and school&lt;br /&gt;3- My darling hubby was able to get me a yummy vanilla latte so I would not have to get outta the car in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;4-My Lord knows what I need even when I may not know it. He is as always GREAT, and ALMIGHTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;great full&lt;/span&gt; that when i dropped off Rang Tang at the babysitters Grasshopper came up and gave me sugar without me having to track him down and ask him, then to top off that sweet surprise Rang Tang ran up to me and said&lt;br /&gt;WAIT I HAVE TO GIVE YOU SWEET SUGAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand my monkeys LOVE to be at Mrs. J's house its usually a battle to get them to leave, so for they to want to hug and kiss me melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of Mrs. J I am thankful for her friendship and wisdom. She has been a real blessing to me and my family. ( thanks Mrs. J )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it folks. This is my Thankful Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2IMYflkGSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Y8YdjxuWudU/s1600-h/Thankful_Thursdays_Banner_Acorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431917715497687330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2IMYflkGSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Y8YdjxuWudU/s320/Thankful_Thursdays_Banner_Acorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what are you Thankful for today? It is so easy to join in and tell everyone. Here is how Thankful Thursdays works:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Post your Thankful Thoughts on your blog. Somewhere in your post please mention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://ourhappynuthouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Welcome to the Nut House&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that your friends, family and visitors know where to find other Thankful Thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it, super easy and its always nice to be Thankful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3083084020252792503?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3083084020252792503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3083084020252792503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3083084020252792503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3083084020252792503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/thankful-thursdays-oh-so-sweet-sugar.html' title='Thankful Thursdays &amp; Oh So Sweet Sugar'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2IMYflkGSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Y8YdjxuWudU/s72-c/Thankful_Thursdays_Banner_Acorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-9213436018892749445</id><published>2010-01-28T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:33:31.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; if you read yesterdays post and saw the photo of that huge ( maxi pad ) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is actually a funny little splint for my pinkie finger.&lt;br /&gt;You see I was trying to be all domesticated and make a yummy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pioneer Woman. I blame her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I saw this recipe and thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY HEAVENS this sounds yummy. So I decided to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/06/fourth-of-july-week-sundried-tomato-pasta-salad/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomato Pasta salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;this is from our favorite little country gal Pioneer Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as everything is cooking ( I added some water and warmed the sauce up to eat it warm )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started cutting up the beautiful cherry tomatoes, rolled the basil and sliced thin, then on to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;klamata&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt; ) olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chop, chop, chop, OUCH!!!! yep my little pinkie finger slid off the knife and was sliced and diced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was home alone with the monkeys ( darling hubby had stopped to get roasted chicken to add to the pasta )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasshopper ran and got me a wash cloth from the bathroom and helped me wrap up my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one thing you should know about me. Needles do NOT freak me out. Heck I pierced my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;own nose twice, have tats, like I said needles are no biggie for me. HOWEVER the thought of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone sewing on my FREAKS ME OUT... Yeah I know I am wired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after a yummy dinner ( yes it was Divine my monkey ate it ALL up ) darling hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; re bandaged it and made me a Popsicle stick splint to get me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day I went to the Dr to get my tetanus and have him take a peek at it. He said I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a stitch but apparently after too long they can't do it so he cleaned it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;re bandaged&lt;/span&gt; it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and put the new softer splint on it. He told me to take the bandage off and clean it daily and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; re bandage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a wounded pinkie. Thankfully its my left hand ( I am right handed ) and I am officially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off dishes duty fir a while. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-9213436018892749445?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/9213436018892749445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=9213436018892749445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/9213436018892749445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/9213436018892749445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/answer.html' title='The Answer'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6192859839067506613</id><published>2010-01-27T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:37:44.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS THAT???</title><content type='html'>so in honor of my day I thought we would play a game called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT IS THAT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2CxLJov2cI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ECLyksDsZ_0/s1600-h/100_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2CxLJov2cI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ECLyksDsZ_0/s320/100_1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431535955732322754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone wanna take a gander at what this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6192859839067506613?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6192859839067506613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6192859839067506613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6192859839067506613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6192859839067506613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-that.html' title='WHAT IS THAT???'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S2CxLJov2cI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ECLyksDsZ_0/s72-c/100_1932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-8657321008068886200</id><published>2010-01-26T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:12:48.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give AWAY.... Check it out</title><content type='html'>Ok I found this chippies blog and all I can say is OH MY HEAVENS... she is one seriously talented chippie. SO head on over to her blog and sign up for the give away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://onesimplecountrygirl.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-8657321008068886200?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/8657321008068886200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=8657321008068886200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8657321008068886200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8657321008068886200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-away-check-it-out.html' title='Give AWAY.... Check it out'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2992309239881905172</id><published>2010-01-24T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:18:41.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Farmer Mindy..... =)</title><content type='html'>So I normally work EVERY Saturday at the Children's Museum. I did though manage to get yesterday off to spend with my family and boy was it a GREAT DAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the adventure we had. I will post photos of yesterday and Tuesday of our trip to Austin I swear I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we get up and get ready to leave. Head out the door and stop to get donuts for the road trip.&lt;br /&gt;I normally get my coffee at this little gas station when I am out and about,  since we were short on time I just bought coffee at the donut shop (BIG MISTAKE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OK I like coffee and I like THICK STRONG GROW HAIR ON YOUR CHEST COFFEE... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, however they wanna call it was NOT COFFEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was however water with a splash of hazelnut in it. YUCKY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We stop at another gas station so I can get a NEW COFFEE and  throw this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;montroucity&lt;/span&gt; (sp )in the trash were it belongs&lt;br /&gt;The new coffee  was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NUYA&lt;/span&gt; that is my new word for. NOT GREAT but not the worst either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new coffee in hand we head to THE FARM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; this family we went with is a great family, but one thing you must know about this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The mom ( my dear sweet friend ) is a MAJOR clean freak and germ-a-phobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We get to the farm and the first thing we see are the two cutest little girls come running up to us.&lt;br /&gt;Now picture the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ingalls&lt;/span&gt; girls from Little House on the Prairie and you now know what they looked like. ( they were even barefoot ) which normally Not a issue but it was COLD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this friend we will just call her &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; had to use the restroom. Walks up to the owner and the Farmer and asks to use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; you had to see the look on her face when he pointed to an actual OUTHOUSE...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          PRICELESS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; has never been camping a day in her life and has NO idea what roughing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eventually goes ( bladder wins every time ) but man was she feeling violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk around and look at the farm and quickly realize this farm is.......  well how do you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT IN TO TECHNOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he uses horse and old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;timey&lt;/span&gt; plows to do EVERYTHING. NO tractors on this farm. ( I am glad to say they did have electricty and indoor plumbing )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we decided that there is FAR to much feces on the ground to picnic, and  do the only thing logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open the back of the van and  Tailgate it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YEP!!! WE ARE CITY FOLK THROUGH AND THROUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We did use the sanitary wipes to wipe the kids down well before eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day progresses with a wagon ride ( this is where &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;breaks out in Hives from the amount of Nature and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ingalls&lt;/span&gt; girls picking at horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt; then putting said fingers in mouth )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;was going to grab her kids and take off running.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say I was proud of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;she toughed it out. Even when we went to look for Chicken eggs. and see the pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all going good until &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; was standing around with the farmer and the other folks talking when this little girl MAYBE 2 comes up behind &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;and barely touches &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C's&lt;/span&gt; pant leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now picture it. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; has been on edge since getting there. The kids our darling hubby's and I are just having a hoot and good time. ( I will say I did agree with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; on how dirty it was and MAN THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;INGALLS&lt;/span&gt; GIRLS NEEDED SHOES... especially when  walking in chicken poo and cow poo. But its a farm what did we expect? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now picture &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; standing there trying to be brave when we all know that what she really wants to do is run home and get into the shower and burn her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl touches &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; and all you hear is this high pitched scream and her take off. ( she thought a pig had come up after her and nibbled her pants leg )&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS HYSTERICAL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW what are friends for if not for a good ol' laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From there we go into the Milking room. Um GROSS. I have never seen so many flies in my life.&lt;br /&gt;then to the cheese room where OH MY GRAVY the smell was GROSS. ( I knew there was a reason I am not a cheese eater ) then to the store where they sell their Raw Milk, Raw Yogurt, Raw Cheese and Raw Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; was however  a good sport and actually tried a piece of Cheese. And I must say the cheese and milk were pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 4 hours the kids were tired and hungry and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;was ready to get outta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to Bryan and eat at this fantastic  Mexican restaurant, I had a yummy shrimp pasta dish that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DELISH&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we walk around the little shopping strip, then head over to  Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's so the kids could get  their dessert, and I could go next door to FINALLY get a GOOD cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take the kids to a park ( by this time its dark but the park had lights and the kids had a BLAST )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a FUN eventful long day we drive the hour and half home to get the kids into the showers and plop onto the couch to zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect day. I am blessed that the Lord gave me this perfect fun day with my beautiful family and great friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2992309239881905172?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2992309239881905172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2992309239881905172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2992309239881905172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2992309239881905172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-call-me-farmer-mindy.html' title='Just call me Farmer Mindy..... =)'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1458848429775623683</id><published>2010-01-21T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:07:43.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.... Two days</title><content type='html'>is how long I went without getting on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puter&lt;/span&gt;. Man my poor inbox was packed full of SPAM.... and there were some important ones in there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man time flies when you are busy, I was lucky to even stop and take a breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that read my blog We did end up going into Austin on Tuesday and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt; time as a family, We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zilker&lt;/span&gt; Gardens and the boys had a great time. We were able to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; and get some things we actually DID NOT NEED but man you can't beat the prices. Then over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Croc's&lt;/span&gt; outlet where we all got new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;croc's&lt;/span&gt; ( my very first pair, 1 dark red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jane's&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cute pair of black dressy ones. )&lt;br /&gt;Then into the Disney store where I got 3 new Disney T's and the boys each got a new T and so did darling hubby.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a long wonderful day, we didn't get home till 11:30&lt;br /&gt;Oh the main point of us going was to buy the boys new car seats. Rang Tang is so big in the torso that its really hard to find a 5pt harness that he can actually fit into.&lt;br /&gt;We finally found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Graco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nautilus&lt;/span&gt; and it is great. Grasshopper is now sporting his new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; kids booster its super cool red and black,&lt;br /&gt;We took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of great photos that I will post tonight or tomorrow depending on how tired I am when I get off work.&lt;br /&gt;Yep its Thursday and that means a 10am to 8pm shift. L-O-N-G day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But onto a new note I hope you all are reading and paying attention, Because in the next few days I will have a SURPRISE.... so you have to keep reading and paying attention, cause you never know when that SURPRISE WILL HIT......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1458848429775623683?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1458848429775623683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1458848429775623683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1458848429775623683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1458848429775623683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-two-days.html' title='WOW.... Two days'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-4153515203079914776</id><published>2010-01-18T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:28:57.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.. it can't be this hard</title><content type='html'>Today is a day from well lets say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Satan's&lt;/span&gt; play ground.&lt;br /&gt;I mean how is it I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; days that are WONDERFUL then days where I want to pull all of my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I love my kids, I love homeschooling and being able to spend the days with then watching them learn new and exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VEY&lt;/span&gt;!!!! it was a day full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to know what you other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; moms and dads do when your kids just will not budge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see we were planing on going into Austin tomorrow to spend the day as a family, something we have not done in a long while. So Grasshopper KNEW that he had to double up on his assignments, he did his spelling last night so all he had to do today was math, English and bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you think he could do it today while I was at work with ease?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE!!! he flat out decided he was not going to do school work today. So now we can not go into Austin. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AUGHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I know some of you are thinking. So let him catch up on Wednesday, but the problem with that is he won't, then he has science co-op on Thursday and geography and choir on Friday. I mean how on earth do you all do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a schedule&lt;br /&gt;spelling, math, reading, English, and bible If he gets that done then science. But it seems like its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beginning&lt;/span&gt; to be a struggle with just the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please I beg all of you that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; HELP!!! tell me how you do it with such ease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I am now off to cry into my pillow about being a bad homeschool mommy. sniff!!sniff!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-4153515203079914776?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/4153515203079914776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=4153515203079914776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4153515203079914776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4153515203079914776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously-it-cant-be-this-hard.html' title='Seriously.. it can&apos;t be this hard'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3661416083636829142</id><published>2010-01-16T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:27:46.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to spend the night with me?</title><content type='html'>Well after &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE STORY OF ME&lt;/span&gt;. I thought you all needed something a little more fun and light hearted, So I am going to tell you a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Close....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I love my darling hubby more than words could explain, so while I tell this you know its all in good fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to tell the story you need to know a few things about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- I am an insomniac ( not sure if that's even an actual word )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- My darling hubby suffers from what we call JIMMY LEGS.. or what normal folks call Restless Leg Syndrome ( although he won't see a Dr. about it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- we have to lock our cats up in the bathroom at night ( they like to run and jump on the kids and the little one Skittles thinks the bottom bunk is a litter box )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- the little one Skittles is ALLERGIC to cat litter ( so we have to use that recycled paper stuff )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now that you know all this here is the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started Wednesday night. I crawl into bed to read ( something I do nightly ) and Darling hubby crawls into bed to read. ( ok in case you do not know us personally let me explain. Darling hubby and I are, well we like to call it PERFECTLY FLUFFY. others call it FAT, PLUMP, but Fat works. And as if that were not bad enough we sleep on a Queen size mattress.&lt;br /&gt; SO basically the two of us in a queen size bed is like to walruses flopping around outta water. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its time for bed now.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have NO idea how anyone in their right mind can literally turn the light off and be sound asleep in less than  2 min. flat. But apparently Darling Hubby has mastered that. Where as I lay there for at least 1 hour before falling to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am laying there TRYING to doze off and listening to darling hubby breath deeply. ( no not quite a snore yet )&lt;br /&gt;its quiet and still then here comes the TWITCH........ TWITCH....... ( now you have to understand when he twitches the entire bed shakes. ( so imagine a broke down vibrating bed )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I think great he has the Jimmy Legs again... SO I lay there KNOWING it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;but Nope  Nothing.... SO I think great....&lt;br /&gt;I start to drift into a slumber ( you know that place right before you are asleep ) and all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHACK..... Darling hubby's jimmy legs have turned into a full on kick into my legs. OUCH!!! I think ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? then nothing No movement from him... so again I have been laying there now for at least 2 hours. PRAYING to fall asleep feeling my hubby twitch the bed then KICK ME and now nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay there literally for like 20 more min and he does not move AGAIN I think FINALLY and right when I am not expecting it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHACK this time not only did he kick me but he caught me with those Valaseraptor claws that he calls toe nails and I swear to goodness I had to actually get up to go see if he cut me.. IT HURT and I was certain that he ripped open my skin... Thankfully NO..... so I lick my wounds ( not really but you get the jests. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I go back to bed contemplating going out to the couch but think NO I AM TIRED. I look at the clock and its not 3 I finally fall asleep ONLY to be awoken at 4:46 to a horrific smell. YEP one of the cats used the litter box and OH MY GRAVY... I thought I was going to be sick the smell was horrible. I think I now know what Medical examiners smell on a daily basis. So thinking of a medical examiner I go dig around the bathroom all cockeyed for the Vic's Vapor rub to rub under my nose so I can sleep and not smell DEATH!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean COME ON... this is my bed my room and I CAN"T CATCH A BREAK.... I fall back to sleep knowing I have to be awake in 2 1/2 hours .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall back to sleep only to be awoken by the Alarm... ( I have said it before THE ALARM IS SATAN'S DOING... WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND EVER THOUGHT THAT BEING AWOKE TO A CONSTANT BEEP BEEP BEEP was a good idea should be strung up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Anyone wanna stay the night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3661416083636829142?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3661416083636829142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3661416083636829142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3661416083636829142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3661416083636829142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-to-spend-night-with-me.html' title='Would you like to spend the night with me?'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2325489767494907708</id><published>2010-01-14T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:37:31.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of me PART DUCE!</title><content type='html'>So when we last left off I had scheduled the Lap to find out if all this craziness was in fact this &lt;a href="https://health.google.com/health/ref/Endometriosis"&gt;ENDOMETRIOSIS&lt;/a&gt; that everyone was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day comes and my sissy takes me to the hospital for this 15 min procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in and change and get all comfy into the bed. They tell me what is going to take place and when I wake they will have answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say see-ya to my sissy and they wheel me to pre-op room, where my  anesthesiologist comes and introduces himself to me. He explains that he will give me something to relax me before they wheel me to the room.&lt;br /&gt;He has this needle and I am like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: OH this is your martini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he inserts it in my IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: When is it supposed to kick in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: Oh any sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: UM I DON"T THINK ITS WORKING YOU BETTER GIVE ME MORE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: OH NO ITS WORKING....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next thing I remember is waking up to see my sissy and my mom ( which was not there when I went in ) standing over me crying..&lt;br /&gt;GREAT I AM DYING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope just REALLY MESSED UP.... I get wheeled to the recovery room where I look up and see the most beautiful man ever, AND ASK HIM TO MARRY ME. He turned me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was awake enough to fully comprehend and understand the OB informed me then that I would NEVER have kids and that I had the worst case of Endo he had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;The reason my mom was there was that he had to have my sister call her to give him permission to give me a Full Hysterectomy. ( Thank the Lord she said NO )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was informed that my 15 min surgery had in fact been about 3 hours. That he had never seen Endo so sever in a person my age, he said its usually that bad in a lady in her late 60's early 70's&lt;br /&gt;He informed me that I had large tumors all over inside of me that were so extensive that he could not get them all. He said it looked as if someone had opened me up and poured a bag of sand in me. THAT'S HOW BAD IT WAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am a newlywed that has a darling hubby that wants LOTS OF KIDS...&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 sisters that are like I will be a surrogate for you.. ( aw thanks but NO )&lt;br /&gt;so that night when darling hubby called I told him I wanted to get a divorce. ( I told him this knowing it would be the best, He wanted kids and I was told I COULD NOT HAVE THEM. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully he said NO we will adopt if we have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I was healed enough to go see my Dr. he started me on Depro Lupron its a shot you have to get every 30 days. NOT 31 or 29 but every 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;well this was Oct and Darling hubby would be home in Dec.&lt;br /&gt;What he didn't tell me was that the medicine not only shut my estrogen down to basically put me in Menopause but it shut EVERYTHING DOWN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling hubby gets home and was a tad shocked to see how much weight I actually gained, but he still loved me. after being on the shot for 6 months I had to have ANOTHER Lap to see how well the shot worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in this time with my darling hubby right by my side. I wake up and find out the shot did NOTHING... I was actually worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not only am I MAD as all get out, I am frustrated. I mean HELLO I am 21 and have now been in Menopause for 6 months. Horrible hot flashes, mood swings, emotional breakdowns you name it I WAS A WRECK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Dr. suggest I try this pill that I have to take every 4 hours around the clock. So begins the new stage in life where I am held captive to a watch... Yep I was always keeping an eye on the clock.&lt;br /&gt;In fact the pill was WAY harder then the shot. I thought the hot flashes and mood swings where bad before. NOPE... WAY worse on the pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am 21 been in Menopause for 6 months and now I have to do it for another 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;I was informed that I could only do it another 3 months then I had to stop... You see what this lovely pill did was pump in testosterone and if I stayed on the med for longer than 9 months I would start getting male features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEP VOICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACIAL HAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROW A ADAMS APPLE ( hehehehe I added that one. I really don't think that was going to happen )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I have had basically my entire life turned UPSIDE DOWN in 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out that if you remember WAYYYYYY back in the 9th grade had they actually tried to find the cause of the long heavy periods and pain they would have known that I had Endo, Instead they shoved BC down my throat. And if you have no idea what &lt;a href="https://health.google.com/health/ref/Endometriosis"&gt;Endometriosis&lt;/a&gt; is then I recommend you read up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THE LEADING CAUSE OF INFERTILITY IN WOMAN IN THE WORLD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have pain HERE TAKE BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have heavy periods HERE TAKE BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your moody HERE TAKE BC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so angry when I hear of OB's giving their patient BC instead of trying to find the root of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I digress&lt;br /&gt;So my 3 months are up.&lt;br /&gt;I have been through 2 laps, been on the shot for 6 months and the pills for 3&lt;br /&gt; at this point there was nothing else that could be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry and feel like a horrible wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then My older sister gets preggo.. ( can you say SLAP in the face? )&lt;br /&gt;I remember her feeling bad about telling me. I was SOOO happy for her but sad for Darling hubby.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was at her house and my mom was giving me a perm. My mom said she had a dream that I was Preggo. Then my sissy said She had too had a dream that I was. I laughed it off and said WELL WE ALL KNOW THAT CAN"T HAPPEN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT GOD HAD OTHER PLANS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my mom and sister kept hounding me to take a test i did it to shut them up and LOW AND BEHOLD +&lt;br /&gt;I was scared outta my wits. I was super excited but still scared. I mean here I had all these toxins pumped into my body and NOW I am preggo.... REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 9 months of bliss. I have a beautiful baby boy.... Grasshopper was and is perfect in every way...&lt;br /&gt;the Dr told me that since I was able to get preggo that I should start trying right away for a second.&lt;br /&gt;6 months passed and We started trying, and trying, and trying.... Nothing. in that time I had visits from Aunt Flo but they were not as painful had they been in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Until one day 3 years later it hit me outta the blue. And I KNEW my ugly curse was back... I went to the OB and he told me that I knew what had to be done. YEP ANOTHER LAP to see how bad... But you see I had 2 then got preggo had to have an emergency C-Section then when grasshopper was 6 months old I had to have an emergency appendectomy then a year later on Christmas Eve my gallbladder had to come out. and here I am told I have to have then 2 years later I tore my rotator cuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see in 6 years I had, had 6 surgeries. I WAS IN NO HURRY FOR YET ANOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did something different. I went to a natural path and he put me on a remedy and had me cut out all forms of caffeine from my diet. 3 months later the Lord blessed us again with another +&lt;br /&gt;9 months later out popped Rang Tang via C-Section. Kidneys were having issues and he had to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to Texas when Rang Tang was 5 months old. I interviewed OB's and found one I really liked.&lt;br /&gt;I explained my history and how bad it was. ( I really think he thought I was WAY OVER EXAGGERATING)&lt;br /&gt;I had my lovely visits from Aunt Flo and right off the bat they were painful. No break or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the OB and begged and pleaded for some type of pain med to get me through the visits. He would but tell me that I REALLY NEED TO TRY IBUPROFEN... HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I tried a few more meds to put me in Menopause AGAIN to try and cure it or settle it, Nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;then in June of 07 i was having horrible pain in my behind. ( I thought HEMORRHOIDS REALLY? ) so I go see my OB who does a ultrasound and says NO you have a HUGE tumor on your Left ovary that we need to go in NOW and remove.&lt;br /&gt;2 days later I was going in for yet another lovely surgery...&lt;br /&gt;I wake up this time to find out that NO it was NOT a tumor but a HUGE ENDO mass surrounding my left ovary.&lt;br /&gt;He was able to save the ovary and was utterly SHOCKED how bad I actually had Endo... HE said NEVER had he seen it that bad. It was all over my Liver. he took pictures to show his colleagues. GREAT MY LIVER HAS HEAD SHOTS. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apologized for never believing how bad and from then on when Auntie Flo would visit he would gladly give me Oxycontin.&lt;br /&gt;6 months after that Lap I had this horrible pain high up on my left side. I thought Kidney infection. I went to the walk in where they said I had to go to the ER I was urinating blood. SO of course they thought Kidney infection. Nope an ultrasound showed that my left ovary had twisted. They they wanted to do emergency surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something told me to GET OUT OF THE HOSPITAL... I had a HORRIBLE panic attack and checked myself out. Of course the Dr was not happy neither was darling hubby. ( this was all on a Saturday )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my Ob that Monday, told him what the ER Dr. said, he told me to come in. He did another ultrasound and this is how it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Mindy that Endo mass I removed 6 months earlier is back and BIGGER....&lt;br /&gt;ME: REMOVE THE OVARY ( crying hard )&lt;br /&gt;Him: I know this is not what you wanted, but I think we don't have another choice,&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know... just do it. I can't keep coming back in every 6 months for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day I had my left ovary removed. I had to stay in the hospital for 3 days I spiked a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am down 1 ovary and we were still trying to have another baby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months later the pain was so unbearable and I was tired of living everyday at this point in pain. I was tired of always having to tell my little monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT RIGHT NOW, MOMMY DOES NOT FEEL WELL&lt;br /&gt;GO WATCH A MOVIE SO MOMMY CAN TAKE THIS PAIN PILL&lt;br /&gt;NO MOMMY CAN"T GO OUTSIDE AND RUN AND PLAY MOMMY IS IN TO MUCH PAIN&lt;br /&gt;and YADDA YADDA YADDA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time.... so on June 18th of 2008 I had everything removed. It was the day I became a broken womb less mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not lie... I HATED darling hubby for about 6 months for allowing me to have it done, I thought that he should have stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;I hated myself,&lt;br /&gt;I mean this is not how it was supposed to be. You grow up, get married and have babies, then when the time is right you go through the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have days where I want to crawl into the fetal position and cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know it will be 2 years this June and I HAVE NO PAIN... I can go out and play with my boys and not have to say NOT NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live my life and KNOW that my boys are now going to grow up with fun memories of me and not of me always in pain laying on the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way the full hysterectomy has been a blessing and a curse&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed that I can now live the life that I have wanted. But cursed knowing that I will never again feel a life grow in me,&lt;br /&gt;Now Darling hubby has said before&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEVER KNOW YOU MAY NEVER HAVE BEEN ABLE TO GET PREGGO AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;I know he is right. but I also know that at least before I had the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me the most angry is the LACK of research and the education that is lacking for OB's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if this had been a male disease that was So painful and the only cure for them was total CASTRATION... then I THINK THERE WOULD BE ALOT MORE RESEARCH DONE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean COME ON.... this disease is causing woman to be infertile.... THERE HAS GOT TO BE MORE DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there you have it, The story of ME....&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry about the Grammer. I did forwarn you that I am horrible at it. But if you were able to read all this and NOT fall asleep I hope you learned something, and if you have a sister, daughter, wife, or mother that is going though any of these symptoms I IMPLORE you to have them tested, ( just a FYI the only way yo test for it is a LAP )&lt;br /&gt;But trust me finding out early is way better than taking BC and masking the symptoms and ending up infertile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get checked if you think you may have it. And if you do. I AM PRAYING FOR YOU ENDO SISTER....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2325489767494907708?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2325489767494907708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2325489767494907708' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2325489767494907708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2325489767494907708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/story-of-me-part-duce.html' title='The Story of me PART DUCE!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-861855592000207886</id><published>2010-01-13T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:51:15.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of ME!!!</title><content type='html'>I am going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;for warn&lt;/span&gt; you, This is going to be long, and I am HORRIBLE at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt; so bare with me please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Story of ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was a wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tike&lt;/span&gt;, actually I was in the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WA&lt;/span&gt; DC with my school, While I was there I started getting these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; pains that felt like a combination &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; sever hunger pains and sever constipation pains ( even though I was NEITHER )&lt;br /&gt;I called my mother who told me to get some Tums. I did and the pain eventually went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months later they came again, but this time it was while good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' aunt Flo was visiting. While she came, she actually came to stay for 70 days. I told my mom my tummy hurt real bad and that aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Flo&lt;/span&gt; had been visiting for 70 days. She took me to the ER where I had my first taste of a pelvic. AND OH MY GOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember 2 things that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I was in a room with a prisoner and a sever alcoholic who had a tube in her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- the Dr. that administered the Pelvic, well lets just say I hope he can still hear the ringing in his ears from where I kicked him in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the Dr telling my mom I had to follow up with a OB.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first OB and he and my mom felt that I needed to be on BC to stop aunt Flo. 6 a day to be exact. 3 in the AM and 3 in the PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it worked Aunt Flo went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while it worked when I would end the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pack&lt;/span&gt; and start the sugar pills I would be fine until that last day when I would have to start the pills again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like a crack addict going through with drawls. I would shake uncontrollably, sweat would poor off me and I would be so cold that I could not get warm. Eventually I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have to stay home the day I started the BC back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and the OB tried me on all sorts of different BC to get my SIDE EFFECTS under control&lt;br /&gt;I had graduated to taking only 1 BC a day. But even then I never did get over all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; side effects.&lt;br /&gt;The pain however went away and I started to have more regular visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward to my senior year of High School.&lt;br /&gt;I still had to be on the BC and I was starting to have more painful visits. At first I thought they were cramps and they were, for all intents and purposes, but they were just so darn painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from high school and lost my mom and dads medical insurance so I could not longer afford the pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; WHEN AUNT FLO CAME BACK with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. Heck I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; convinced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Flo brought the whole darn extended family with her on her visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have these visits that were so painful I would want to throw up. All the while I would here people say I was a wimp that everyone gets cramps to buck it up and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;so here I had these painful visits then on top of that Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Flo&lt;/span&gt; was only visiting for 2-3 days at a time and in that time I was unable to leave the house due to well lets just say a OVER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Flo&lt;/span&gt; of visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; if you have made it thus far I now warn you it may get a tad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;. so either stop reading now or don't say  I didn't warn you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now graduated from high school I was trying to go into the Marines and still dealing with a crazy female problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to give you a hint about how bad it was. The pain would get so bad and come more frequently that 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;vicodin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;do NOTHING for me. I would have to lay on the couch with a heating pad in the fetal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;. And when Auntie Flo came I was passing more clots. ( see I told you TMI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so fast forward a few more years. ( I have still been dealing with horrible pains with and without the visits from dear old drunken Aunt Flo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet my future darling hubby. I didn't know it then but he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out to dinner with some of his friends and the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. I tell him we had to go. We make it back to my mom and dads ( I still lived at home )&lt;br /&gt;Darling hubby rubs my back while my mom and dad contemplate what it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; these random pains would hit me without warning and go away as quickly as they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the months past and the pains start to come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more frequent. I start going to every Tom Dick and Harry of a Dr TRYING to find out why I was having these horrible stomach pains.&lt;br /&gt;I actually had one fool say it was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;gallbladder&lt;/span&gt; and shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;radiation&lt;/span&gt; in me to MONITOR it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling hubby and I get married. Darling hubby leaves to go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wespac&lt;/span&gt; and  I am left to work and deal with the pain that I figure is one I will have forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not until I was at work one night ( I worked graveyard at Boeing ) I had a gal tell me about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Endometreosis&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT?? yeah that was me too. WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks later I find a lump in my breast. I make an appointment to see my NEW ob and while there we get to talking about my visits and how they are painful and that I have been to 6 different Dr's in the past 6 months TRYING to find out why I am having these crazy tummy pains.&lt;br /&gt;He too mentions the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Endometreosis&lt;/span&gt;. He explains the only way to find out is with a simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Laproscopy&lt;/span&gt; procedure that takes 15 min. He explains that it is considered surgery and I would go under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Surgery&lt;/span&gt; to find out if I have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Endo&lt;/span&gt; crud. um how could I put it. HECK NO!!! are you MENTAL... I am 21 and NOT having surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gives me a pamphlet on it that I threw on the counter when I got home ( oh the Lump it was just from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Darling hubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;calls&lt;/span&gt; from the middle east and I tell him what the Dr says. He says that if I need the procedure to find out do it. I tell him NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well shortly after Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt; IN THE BUTT FLO comes for a visit. This time it was one of the worst I had had, I had to call into work and I didn't leave my house for 2 days. I took hot baths and lived with the heating pad attached to me.&lt;br /&gt;while being at home in horrible pain all alone with no one there but my cats I found the pamphlet and read it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; when I decided WHAT THE HECK... I mean I could not continue in this constant state of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scheduled it for the following month Oct 98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the rest tomorrow. I figured you are all burnt out on reading about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; me for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-861855592000207886?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/861855592000207886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=861855592000207886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/861855592000207886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/861855592000207886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/story-of-me.html' title='The Story of ME!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6294467926522208399</id><published>2010-01-12T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:09:15.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SUCK.... I really truly do.... GRRRR!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok I just have to say... I SUCK!!! No I mean it. Here I have these amazing moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to document things in my boys everyday lives and I NEVER THINK OF THE CAMERA... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I don't and  because of it I MISS some pretty special times where I could get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures that would last a life time. SO I am going to try and be really good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about getting photos of my boys. I AM... I am going to try very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Grasshopper is taking Apologia Science Zoology  and he has to make a birds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nest using only twigs, leaves, grass and moss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well My darling hubby who can make ANYTHING... ( I swear the man was a master &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carpenter in a former life. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he helped the monkeys build their first ever nest. So here are a few photos of my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three darlings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S005LNqfDhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/tVe_jDmNG3M/s1600-h/100_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S005LNqfDhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/tVe_jDmNG3M/s320/100_1862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426055990860516882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S005KirvnrI/AAAAAAAAAco/2GIcVKu4XIU/s1600-h/nest+building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S005KirvnrI/AAAAAAAAAco/2GIcVKu4XIU/s320/nest+building.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426055979323072178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S005KHA1bzI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gUA3IG6ot3c/s1600-h/Nolan+and+the+boys+making+a+nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S005KHA1bzI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gUA3IG6ot3c/s320/Nolan+and+the+boys+making+a+nest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426055971895340850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6294467926522208399?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6294467926522208399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6294467926522208399' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6294467926522208399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6294467926522208399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-suck-i-really-truly-do-grrrr.html' title='I SUCK.... I really truly do.... GRRRR!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S005LNqfDhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/tVe_jDmNG3M/s72-c/100_1862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2997259034622981656</id><published>2010-01-12T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:01:53.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH this drives me  BONKERS....</title><content type='html'>Ok I have to say that this issue makes me so angry I wanna scream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a dog owner then this is for you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Please, Please for the love of everything holy and good. DO NOT PUT YOUR DOG IN THE BACK END OF A PICK UP TRUCK AND DRIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this so much and it makes me angry when I see dogs loose in the back end of a truck. It is SOOOOO not safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a truck go flying past me yesterday on the way to the Dr's on the highway doing at least 70 with their beautiful Great Pyrenees in the back. Not only was it in the back of the pick up truck this truck had a HUGE tool box in the bed of the truck and a bunch of other tools leaving this poor dog NO ROOM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as if that was not bad enough it was 28 degrees out... COME ON FOLKS USE YOUR BRAIN.. I swear this irks my pickle in case you didn't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear some folks should not be dog owners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally unrelated topic I now have 2 sick little boys. Rang Tang did NOT have strep thank you very much but a virus none the less and now Grasshopper is sick with a tummy virus. OY VEY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as if that was not bad enough. I wanted to warn all my readers about HIP MONKEY... I bought a car seat from them which they had no problem taking my money KNOWING they didn't have the car seat in stock and would not for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Just be careful if you are buying online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more good thing. There is a gals blog I follow &lt;a href="http://ourjourneywestward.com/for-sale/"&gt;Our Journey Westward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways if you go to her blog she has ALOT of curriculum on sale. I just bought a ton for REALLY CHEAP....&lt;br /&gt;so go get yourself some great deals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and As always have a blessed day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2997259034622981656?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2997259034622981656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2997259034622981656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2997259034622981656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2997259034622981656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-this-drives-me-bonkers.html' title='OH this drives me  BONKERS....'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6009410966576270239</id><published>2010-01-11T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T07:48:04.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short and sweet. Just like my little man....</title><content type='html'>Well this is going to be a super short one. As I have a very sick little Rang-Tang... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started complaining of a sore throat last night, which is never good with him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( he is a big time strep carrier )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he went to bed at 10 which again is early for my monkeys. ( we homeschool )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at 3am he spiked a fever. So we are off today to see are Wonderful Dr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I was SUPER excited that I didn't have to go ANYWHERE today.... ( I have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been on the go daily for over a month.. AND I HATE IT. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it folks. I will let you all know what the good Dr said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6009410966576270239?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6009410966576270239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6009410966576270239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6009410966576270239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6009410966576270239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-and-sweet-just-like-my-little-man.html' title='short and sweet. Just like my little man....'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6789250037013060715</id><published>2010-01-10T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:14:40.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you...ME??? No YOU.... oh whatever</title><content type='html'>Ok this is my first ever GETTING TO KNOW YOU..ME.. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.... Im a virgin at this.. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;this was started over on this crazy chippies blog   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S0o02Y3f-aI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MGuuXTJFF3g/s1600-h/Button.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S0o02Y3f-aI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MGuuXTJFF3g/s320/Button.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425206810113997218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the Questions and answers. I warn you before you continue. IT CAN GET RACY. ( is that even a word? And if so Did I even spell it right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you were stranded on a desert island and could pick one person to be stranded with you..Who would you pick? Family members not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... seeing how this is made up I would say Jesus. Why you ask? quite simple. HE CAN TURN WATER TO WINE AND HAVE MENNA FALL FROM THE SKY... I mean bread and wine. Not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you read celebrity gossip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.... I mean a title will catch my eye in the line at the supermarket but I don't buy them. WASTE OF MONEY AND TREE'S.. I don't need other folks drama and stuff in my already busy hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite show you're waching this season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like shows like Criminal Minds, SVU, NCIS, and LOVE the BIG BANG THEROY... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality 5'4, but A girl can dream, and in my dream I am 5'10 and ALL LEGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading the Bible right now but that last book I actually read and finished was &lt;br /&gt;THE DAY I WAS CRUCIFIED.. &lt;br /&gt;I really like murder mysteries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Flats or heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLATS and perferably flip flops. I CAN"T STAND MY FEET COVERED... (THEY HAVE TO BREATH YOU KNOW...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you had to choose one natural disaser to go through, what would you choose..Earthquake, Tornado, or Hurricane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM NONE PLEASE.... Been through earthquake and tornado and CAN I SAY SCARED THE EVER LIVING CRAP OUTTA ME....&lt;br /&gt;so if I had to choose it would be a hurricare. That way I could get the heck outta dodge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thong, panties, or (gasp) granny panties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you EVER seen a photo of me? If you had you would know that it does not matter what I wear.. I AM A BIG OL FAT GIRL AND EVERYTHING eventually TURNS INTO A THONG ON ME....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6789250037013060715?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6789250037013060715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6789250037013060715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6789250037013060715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6789250037013060715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-to-know-youme-no-you-oh.html' title='Getting to know you...ME??? No YOU.... oh whatever'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/S0o02Y3f-aI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MGuuXTJFF3g/s72-c/Button.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3985135367074555932</id><published>2010-01-08T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:30:55.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML... WHAT??????</title><content type='html'>Ok this is about to drive me directly to the funny farm, no stopping at GO and no collecting $200 dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML REALLY? I mean come on, do they actually expect everyday moms like me with the average IQ of what 60? to understand these? I mean why is there no site out there that's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTML FOR DUMMIES or as I like to say HTML FOR MOMS LIKE ME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read blogs. ( shhh!!!! don't tell anyone my dirty little secret. ) but I do, and the blogs I read ( you can actually see a list of the ones I find interesting and inspiring to the left of my blog. HEHEHE I felt like an Airline Attendant for a sec... ) &lt;br /&gt;anywho I digress. ( yes I have the attention span of a rabid monkey, but that is neither here, nor there. ) &lt;br /&gt;I look at these other moms and yes there is a dad and they have these AMAZING blogs, the layouts are SPECTACULAR &lt;br /&gt;( I used a big word. Time for a nap )&lt;br /&gt;and all I can say is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              WHAAAA!!!!! I WANT ONE TOO!!!!! sniff! sniff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am also smart enough to know that there is NO WAY ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH I AM EVER GOING TO FIGURE IT OUT... Why even bother?? I mean HELLOOOO I know I am SO NOT SMART ENOUGH, I mean I am smart enough to KNOW I am not smart enough... So I am just going to have to bite the bullet and pay one of these brilliant moms that DO KNOW how to do them to make me my very own personal LAUGH IN YOUR FACE SHAAAZAMMM!!!! BLOG LAYOUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will have to actually convince darling hubby that I REALLY DO NEED THIS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS on HOW to convince darling hubby? Or WHO makes these &lt;br /&gt;FAB-U-LOW-SO layouts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3985135367074555932?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3985135367074555932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3985135367074555932' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3985135367074555932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3985135367074555932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/html-what.html' title='HTML... WHAT??????'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-8250459796786895714</id><published>2010-01-07T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:36:34.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO this is it....</title><content type='html'>It is the best I could do seeing how my brain litteraly mealted over Christmas break. I mean WHO KNOW THAT I WOULD FORGET HOW TO CHANGE MY BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the one that will have to work until I can &lt;br /&gt;A- Find my brain cells I lost&lt;br /&gt;B- have time to fiddle with this darn blog&lt;br /&gt;C- actually break down and pay someone to make me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way &lt;strong&gt;TA-DAAA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please bear with me till I get everything back up and running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned I have a very important announcment coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-8250459796786895714?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/8250459796786895714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=8250459796786895714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8250459796786895714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8250459796786895714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-this-is-it.html' title='SO this is it....'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7224315806005758750</id><published>2010-01-02T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:05:08.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't seem to be Happy</title><content type='html'>I have NO idea what is going on.... I have NO reason Not to be happy. I have a wonderful darling hubby, 2 of the greatest kids ever, a home that is MINE. we are all healthy ( well darling hubby is incredibly sick ) but otherwise I should be on sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am so not motivated, I have NO energy. I want to do nothing but sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I had all these grand plans to get things done yesterday, like changing the blog. Well after 3 hours of messing with it NOTHING except the background but I can't for the life of me remember how to change the template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stuff to get togehter fo Logans school Nope didn't get that done either, the house work has not been done in a week, Laundry is piling up and I just can't seem to care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask that you all say a pray for me, Please ask the Lord to kick me in the behind so I can get motivated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that 2010 does get me into a better funk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7224315806005758750?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7224315806005758750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7224315806005758750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7224315806005758750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7224315806005758750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-seem-to-be-happy.html' title='Can&apos;t seem to be Happy'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6223202131418166544</id><published>2009-12-31T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:10:19.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye 2009, Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>well it is officially midnight on New Years HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as most of you are out enjoying the new year I am here at home typing on my blog ( YEAH ME!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I or I should say WE never go out on New Years ( to many drunk drivers) but this year I have a very sick Darling hubby so we stayed in, watched movies, and had soup and grilled cheese Sammy's. ( yeah I so know you are all jealous wishing to eat fancy food like me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas its a new year and with the new year I have many changes I want to make first CHANGE THE BLOG LAYOUT then work on my resolutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to lose atleast 50lbs, so that in Oct when we go on our very first Family vacation I can actually enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have this secret desire to run a marathon and the only way that is going to happen is if I get into shape. SO this coming year I am going to be posting pictures of my weight. Now I warn you in advance they will not be pretty pictures, but they will show my progress. This way if I look as if I am slipping you all can encourage me to get back on the horse so to speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you I wish you a happy healthy loving year. May the Lord bless each of you in your lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6223202131418166544?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6223202131418166544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6223202131418166544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6223202131418166544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6223202131418166544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-bye-2009-hello-2010.html' title='Good bye 2009, Hello 2010'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1291997818503099684</id><published>2009-12-30T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:42:56.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE DID MY LITTLE ANGELS GO?????</title><content type='html'>Ok call me crazy, but I SWEAR that someone stole my children... ( I am not kidding, before Christmas I had 2 sweet loving well mannered boys ) now that Christmas is over HOLY COW!!!! I swear they done lost their minds...&lt;br /&gt;I want to blame it on the Wii, Darling hubby on the other hand says its NEW AND EXCITING FOR THEM... well DUH!!! but does that mean its ok for my little angels to reveal their HORNS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean here is an example We got them the Wii as a family gift, I was all for it I mean its exercise right? Well darling hubby bought the LEGO STARWARS game and they were running around killing these people with thier light sabor AND LAUGHING ABOUT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was like WHAT THE HECK??? I never let them play with toy guns and such but apperenly its INBREAD in little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Little Boys = FIGHTING AND VIOLENCE.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my sweet anti violence monkeys back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1291997818503099684?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1291997818503099684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1291997818503099684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1291997818503099684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1291997818503099684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-did-my-little-angels-go.html' title='WHERE DID MY LITTLE ANGELS GO?????'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3220972791114600090</id><published>2009-12-29T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:57:37.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>More wars start and more people die in the name of Religion than anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true, and after the last few days on BF I swear its gotten UGLY... I have seen more ugliness and hatred in the last week from grown adults than I ever thought imaginable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy freaking cow batman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder when I see these mean heated topics get outta hand, WHY? what is it that makes grown adults turn into little children pointing fingers and saying mean hurtful things. And then as if that were not bad enough to attack ones character and the way they live their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is just another example of Satan getting a hold of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first started going to church I thought MAN THOSE CHRISTIANS HAVE PERFECT LIVES... THEY DON"T HAVE A CARE IN THE WORLD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I wrong. I found out first hand, the closer you walk with the Lord the harder Satan attacks. &lt;br /&gt;Like I said at the begining ( or maybe I didn't ) either way I am fairly new at being a Christian I grew up in a home where there was NO religion. So being a Christian I thought that IF YOU WHERE NOT CHRISTIAN YOU WERE GOING TO HELL.... &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anymore. I mean I know the Bible says the only way to heaven is through Jesus, but what about all the folks that have NEVER heard of him. ARE THEY GOING TO HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that just because they do not call him JESUS maybe they call him FRANK or BOB its still JESUS to them. &lt;br /&gt;( I am sure this makes NO sense to any of you ) but trust me in my head it makes PERFECT sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just ask that all of you that are on a forum or Blog stop and think before they hit POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would I want my child or myself to be spoken to like this? and if the answer is no then maybe you should revise your post. After all we all want the same in our lives no matter what religion or non religion you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL WANT TO BE HAPPY AND BE TREATED WITH RESPECT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3220972791114600090?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3220972791114600090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3220972791114600090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3220972791114600090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3220972791114600090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-4197390290472956321</id><published>2009-12-26T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:32:37.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to shock you!!!</title><content type='html'>But I am SOOOOO sick and tired of folks feeling its their right and duty to JUDGE OTHERS... BACK OFF AND GET OFF THAT HIGH HORSE YOU ARE ON....&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE and I mean NO ONE is perfect. so for all of you on BF that feel the need to judge others SHAME ON YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Im done... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas and remebered to give thanks to the Lord for the best gift EVER... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a few reselutions and I am going to TRY and keep atlease one of them. &lt;br /&gt;( I figured if I make enough reselutions I am bound to keep one RIGHT??? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am asking you all to tell me your reselutions. then if we break them together we will not feel so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-4197390290472956321?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/4197390290472956321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=4197390290472956321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4197390290472956321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4197390290472956321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-going-to-shock-you.html' title='This is going to shock you!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6499199847519792474</id><published>2009-12-20T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:39:20.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on a PROPER Date... YEAHHHHHH!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok My darling hubby and I have not been on a proper date in ages... Were we live we have really don't have  a whole lot of folks that we know well enough to babysit, and the ones we do I feel horrible asking them seeing how they have their own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And to ask a teenager to watch my boys WILL NOT HAPPEN. FAR to anal and protective for that. ( its a real trust thing for me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seeing how my mommy and daddy are visiting they are watching the boys so we can go out to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to have an entire meal where I do not have to cut up someones food, or tell someone to hush they are too loud or chase a stray crayon that fell to the floor. Oy vey what is a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I get off work Darling hubby will pick me up, we will go out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant ( darling hubby LOVES Mexican ) then we will head off to that place that I hate SO MUCH.... &lt;strong&gt;the dreaded STORES&lt;/strong&gt;... to finish up Christmas Shopping. ( I am thinking A margarita MIGHT need to be in play for the last part of tonight. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am super excited. I mean time alone with darling hubby is JUST WHAT THE Dr. ORDERED.... I miss him, I mean I see him daily, but I don't get to be with just him. there is usually two little monkeys all over us.&lt;br /&gt;So I say grab your sweetie and find a sitter and go out on a proper date.. Not only will you love the time with your hubby, but you will find that it will enhance your marriage. Trust me... I KNOW ALL!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6499199847519792474?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6499199847519792474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6499199847519792474' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6499199847519792474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6499199847519792474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-on-proper-date-yeahhhhhh.html' title='Going on a PROPER Date... YEAHHHHHH!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6174726921452043703</id><published>2009-12-19T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:14:20.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarves for the Homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well Tis the season to be jolly... and GIVING..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month we go to our local homeless shelter and feed the homeless. We have been doing it for 1 year now and LOVE IT.... the boys ask every Saturday &lt;br /&gt;" ARE WE GOING TO THE HOMELESS SHELTER TONIGHT? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I get a sense of peace when I am there, but to actually see my boys interact with these men and woman melts my heart, Reminds me that I HAVE SOME PRETTY SPECIAL LITTLE BOYS.. ( thank you GOD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight is one of those nights and not only are we doing a fancy shmancy sit down type ( they usually go through a line and we serve ) we are passing out gifts, This year it will be the essentials like socks, toiletries, a bible and other goodies we are also handing out hats and scarves that have been both hand made and bought ( they were all supposed to be hand made, but with running here and there and teaching my boys. working and everything else life throws at you, we had to break down and go buy some. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan asked me first thing this AM " Are we going to the shelter tonight to pass out the hats and scarfs? "&lt;br /&gt;I said Yes and he was SUPER excited. He said "I like that we can help them mommy"&lt;br /&gt;and this is the REASON we go... TO GIVE UNTO OTHERS....&lt;br /&gt;So I ask.. No I IMPLORE you to go out of your comfort zone these next few days and DO UNTO OTHERS... whether its buying a coffee for someone that could not otherwise afford one, pick up and extra scarf or hat and keep it in the car and give it to someone you see on the street that needs it. Do something ANYTHING to show your children and self that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is ALWAYS better to GIVE than to RECEIVE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6174726921452043703?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6174726921452043703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6174726921452043703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6174726921452043703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6174726921452043703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/scaves-for-homeless.html' title='Scarves for the Homeless'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-1204436149052295643</id><published>2009-12-17T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:05:26.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck the Halls with Stegosauras!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep you read that right. I am sitting at work right now listening to Dino Holiday. its basically all Christmas music that has had the words changed to include Dino's. It's actually rather hysterical.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We also have some pretty amazing Dino ornaments that are real cool. And you know nothing says Christmas like a T-Rex. GRRRRR!!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know about you all but I swear December has FLOWN by. I swear it was just Thanksgiving. Oy Vey.... &lt;br /&gt;and  to top it off I have not done ANY shopping. Darling hubby has done it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( does this make me a bad wife and mommy? ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really truly hate to shop. Its the WORST.... I know huh?????&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to bite the bullet and actually go shopping tomorrow with my monkeys to buy daddy something. ANY IDEA'S?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at such a loss, I could get him some tools, the man loves tools, but I always get that, I was hoping to get him something unique and different. again ANY IDEA's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope and pray you all have a nice warm day and have fun snuggling up with your loved ones. Don't let a minute pass without telling thoes around you that you love them and admire them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-1204436149052295643?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/1204436149052295643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=1204436149052295643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1204436149052295643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/1204436149052295643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/deck-halls-with-stegosauras.html' title='Deck the Halls with Stegosauras!!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6531558028551973692</id><published>2009-12-16T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:15:53.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven has two more beautiful angels today</title><content type='html'>Last night was full of tears. I found out a school friend of Logan's from his old private school went to be with the Lord the day before, He as a week shy of his 10th birthday, &lt;br /&gt;Nick was a very sweet boy who loved the Lord and his friends. He will be greatly missed. We have chosen not to tell Logan. It has been 2 years since he has seen him and I just know he would not handle it. &lt;br /&gt;Nick past from complications with swine flu. I pray that you all say a prayer for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get on today and see that Andrew has also went to be with the lord. Andrew was an amazing kid, If you never followed or read &lt;a href="http://bellamella-melanie.blogspot.com/2009/12/andrew-smiles-in-heaven-now.html"&gt;Bell~Mella's&lt;/a&gt; blog than you truly missed a great opportunity to see Grace and Faith at its finest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a sad day for us left here to ask WHY, but a glorious day in Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Please be with these families. Let them know they are in our deepest prayers and hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6531558028551973692?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6531558028551973692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6531558028551973692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6531558028551973692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6531558028551973692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/heaven-has-two-more-beautiful-angels.html' title='Heaven has two more beautiful angels today'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-4801781092394944899</id><published>2009-12-14T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:00:25.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Yum Yum</title><content type='html'>So if you know me you know I REALLY hate to bake. I do it but don't like it. So today I was ACTUALLY in a baking mood and baked &lt;br /&gt;Biscotti's then dipped them in Chocolate and rolled almonds. YUMMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then snicker doodles&lt;br /&gt;then chocolate chewy peanut butter cookies THEN home made girl scout  thin mints. then since the biscotti's turned out soooo good I made ANOTHER BATCH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope tomorrow I will be in a far better baking mood so I can get all the other yummies I want to make done tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is a photo Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Syb7fRldMeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gqxp0vXqzEU/s1600-h/100_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Syb7fRldMeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gqxp0vXqzEU/s320/100_1838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415292116674621922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Syb7exY5l0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/KqS_xrRpfCs/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Syb7exY5l0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/KqS_xrRpfCs/s320/100_1841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415292108032022338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Syb7esQERQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jAdRTiysMmQ/s1600-h/100_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Syb7esQERQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jAdRTiysMmQ/s320/100_1839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415292106652796162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Syb7eIfoVkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/IF4hvDx1oBM/s1600-h/100_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Syb7eIfoVkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/IF4hvDx1oBM/s320/100_1840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415292097054398018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-4801781092394944899?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/4801781092394944899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=4801781092394944899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4801781092394944899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4801781092394944899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/yum-yum-yum.html' title='Yum Yum Yum'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Syb7fRldMeI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gqxp0vXqzEU/s72-c/100_1838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-4299282817641804850</id><published>2009-12-12T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:07:09.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Give or Not to Give</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; That is the Question.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was informed that my boss bought me a gift for Christmas, Now My boss is a sweet lady and well NOT HURTING FOR MONEY... So I was first shocked then excited but then I thought CRAP now I gotta get her a gift. WHICH NORMALLY IS NOT A PROBLEM BUT I REALLY don't know here very well and she has EVERYTHING... so I am at a utter loss on what to get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I thought OK I will get her a nice bottle of wine and a box of Chocolates. Does this seem OK? Or should I get her something more?&lt;br /&gt;So I need HELP..... She is Jewish and yes she does celebrate both holidays. so that's not a issue. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY HELP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-4299282817641804850?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/4299282817641804850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=4299282817641804850' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4299282817641804850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/4299282817641804850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-give-or-not-to-give.html' title='To Give or Not to Give'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2727205121194359701</id><published>2009-12-10T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:12:01.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for Blogs</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for blogs for a few reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - I always have a hoot reading others stories and laughing&lt;br /&gt;2 - I love to look at the photos you all post&lt;br /&gt;                  and&lt;br /&gt;3- Becuase I get reminded so often while reading them that I need to take time out and just be a mommy and be thankful for the gift of my beautiful boys that the Lord has blessed me with to raise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so THANK YOU ALL MY BLOG FRIENDS. YOU ARE ALL A BLESSING TO ME...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2727205121194359701?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2727205121194359701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2727205121194359701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2727205121194359701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2727205121194359701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful-for-blogs.html' title='Thankful for Blogs'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-579757537384731265</id><published>2009-12-10T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:38:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where on earth do the hours GO???/</title><content type='html'>I want to know where all the hours in the day go? I swear to goodness I am losing my brain. I have SOOO much crap going on that I swear if i didn't have a bladder that reminded me to go to the little girls room I doubt I would ever go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Its the Holiday season and I am TRYING to RELAX and enjoy the moments. Life is FLYING pass me and my boys are growing so fast that i am going to blink one day and they are going to be grown and married and have kids of thier own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read ALOT of blogs when I have the time and I read one tonight that made me sit back and really think. &lt;br /&gt;I DON"T WANT TO MISS THESE MOMENTS WITH MY FAMILY... I am vowing to spend more time with my boys and LESS time on the puter, watching TV or just running around to all these different activities that I THINK my kids NEED TO PARTAKE IN.. When in all honesty the only thing they need to partake in is Church, and school. the rest is just usless fillers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up with my little monkeys snuggling next to me. I want to hear them giggle till they can't breath. I want to smell their sweetness. I want to be thier mommy and they my little monkeys FOREVER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my GROWN UP CHRISTMAS WISH... JESUS let me go back and relive every moment that I let slip away from me becuse I was TOO BUSY....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-579757537384731265?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/579757537384731265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=579757537384731265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/579757537384731265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/579757537384731265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-on-earth-do-hours-go.html' title='Where on earth do the hours GO???/'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6069822071876090810</id><published>2009-12-06T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:35:53.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGHHHHH!!!! CALGON take me away.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; to say I have been busy is the understatement of the year, I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off, And even had a full on laying on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ground&lt;/span&gt; kicking and screaming punching the ground meltdown.... YES SIR-REE BOB I most certainly did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of those Crying hysterically and laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uncontrollably&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. ( trust me darling hubby thought I was in need of a car ride to the loony bin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize for not being more on top of things like my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in light of things I thought we would do a fun Question and answer, so here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Odd Things about ME and YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  What Color are your Christmas Tree Lights?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL DIFFERENT COLORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do you own a gun?  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NO WAY NO HOW... I WOULD SHOOT MY DARN FOOT OFF... HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE CHRISTMAS STORY WITH THE RED RIDER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BEBE&lt;/span&gt; GUN? HELLO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  What flavor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt; Aid was your favorite?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NONE... ME NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LIKEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  What do you think of hot dogs?  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If they are OSCAR MEYER then HECK YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Favorite Christmas movie?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The SANTA CLAUSE with Tim Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  What do you prefer to drink in the morning?  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Can you do push ups?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES!!! for being a fat girl I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; STRONG.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  What's your favorite piece of jewelry? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; My wedding ring....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Favorite hobby?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stamping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Do you have A. D. D or A.D.H.D?    &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Heck no.... WHAT WAS THAT??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OHH&lt;/span&gt; A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SHINY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Do you wear glasses/contacts?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Middle name?&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment:  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Must help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;customers&lt;/span&gt;, Hope I can finish typing this before a customer needs to be rung up, and WOW I DID A $600.00 SHOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Name 3 drinks you regularly drink daily: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Coffee, Water and if I am feeling frisky a spiced mulled cider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Current worry?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Getting my house organized before my anal folks get here. ( love you mommy )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Biggest Dislikes right now?   &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not having enough hours in the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Favorite place to be?   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with my darling hubby and boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  How did you bring in the new year? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; With my mommy and daddy and hubby and kids and are great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; Dan and Susan playing games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Where would you like to go?   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disney World with my darling hubby and kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Name three people who will complete this - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ALL MY BLOG FROG CHIPPIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Do you own slippers?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  What color shirt are you wearing?   &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;White top with a poncho of browns, whites, teals and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  Can you whistle?  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  Where are you now?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At work, working HARD. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  Would you be a pirate?  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ARRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!! MATEY... I WILL MAKE YOU WALK YE PLANK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  What songs do you sing in the shower?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OPERA&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.  Favorite Girl's Name?  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MINDY.. DUH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29.  Favorite boy's name?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOGAN AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BRAEDEN&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  What is in your pocket right now?  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NO POCKETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  Last thing that made you laugh?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My darling hubby acting like our friends pug. QUITE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ENTERTAINING&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.  What vehicle do you drive? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MINDY VAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33.  Worst injury you've ever had?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Torn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rotator&lt;/span&gt; cuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  Do you love where you live? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  How many TVs do you have in your house?   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; ladies and gents.. its your turn. I don't expect you to answer ALL of them but you can pick and choose and answer a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6069822071876090810?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6069822071876090810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6069822071876090810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6069822071876090810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6069822071876090810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/12/aughhhhh-calgon-take-me-away.html' title='AUGHHHHH!!!! CALGON take me away.......'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3012901090792150415</id><published>2009-11-28T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:42:26.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BlackFriday shopping..... ARE YOU CRAZY?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shopping on Black Friday to me as insane as walking into a lions den. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WOULD YOU WILLING WALK INTO ONE? HECK NO... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so why for the love of everything sweet and innocent would you put yourself into that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now I have a secret.... I HATE SHOPPING.... I am sooo not kidding. My mommy and all my friends can vouch for me. Shopping to me is a waste of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First I don't have the patience to sit there and look through all the stuff. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORING....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;second I hate the price of things. I mean I look at the price of something and think. GOOD GRAVY ARE THEY INSANE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I mean take these darn ZHU ZHU things they are little stuffed hamsters that move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YIPPEE ( note the sarcasm )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and folks are lining up like fools and paying ridicules amounts of money for them.... here is an idea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GO BUY A LIVE ONE THAT MOVES FOR 3.99 and then you don't have to fight all the other mental patience out there looking for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SO this leads me to the whole shopping on Black Friday... ( now when my mom is in town she DRAGS me out in the Gosh Forsaken town at O GOSH THIRTY to get the deals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;( I do it for 2 reasons. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; I love my mom and she likes to be one of those said mental patience and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; she has not idea her way around Waco so I become the driver. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But to actually  be one of those mental patience that think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;GEE I WANT TO GO OUT SLEEP DEPRIVED AND ALREADY MOODY AND STAND IN LINE IN THE COLD JUST SO I CAN RUN INTO THE STORE, FIGHT OVER A STUPID TOY, THEN STAND IN LINE AGAIN TO PAY FOR THAT STUPID TOY ALL SO I CAN SAVE 5 DOLLARS OR HOWEVER MUCH IT IS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can honestly say has NEVER crossed my mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SO to all you Crazy fools that actually got up or stayed up to do that... KUDOS TO YOU.... I will enjoy the shopping experience from the comfort of my home in my Jammie's and fuzzy slippers drinking a nice hot cup of coffee and using a clean bathroom and the ONLY fight I may have would be with the dogs to get OFF me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NOW THAT'S MY KIND OF SHOPPING.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3012901090792150415?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3012901090792150415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3012901090792150415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3012901090792150415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3012901090792150415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/blackfriday-shopping-are-you-crazy.html' title='BlackFriday shopping..... ARE YOU CRAZY?????'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-7494027940940358724</id><published>2009-11-22T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:30:26.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my normal posts</title><content type='html'>I know that I try and have all my post be lite hearted and fun. ( or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; that my goal ) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; is going to be a simple short post with a very powerful message.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of Blog Frog. Its a site where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; like me go and chat. Well there is one group that I am a member of that had a post that moved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady that I ask you all to go read about needs prayer, she is what I call a MAMA BEAR.. You don't mess with her kids and NOTHING stops her. Until now. She had a stroke and she needs prayer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hope4peyton.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.hope4peyton.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please read and Pray, then forward her link on your blog. I know that with all Ya' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;all's&lt;/span&gt; help we can get some serious prayers for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-7494027940940358724?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/7494027940940358724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=7494027940940358724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7494027940940358724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/7494027940940358724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-my-normal-posts.html' title='Not my normal posts'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3038008288799278749</id><published>2009-11-21T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:31:41.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elf on the Shelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you have this little guy roaming around your house? Do you know where he will be next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you that have NO idea what I am talking about allow me to introduce to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELROY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; OUR ELF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406640085830218130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Swg-gzBMMZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7tlZ-CVUIec/s320/elf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elroy as the boys named him came to live with us last year. He is a cute little guy that likes to keep the boys in line and hide all over the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see Elroy is a spy for the big guy in Red. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every night&lt;/span&gt; he magically goes to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;North pole&lt;/span&gt; and lets Mr. S ( for little eyes that may be reading ) and tells Mr. S what Logan and Brae have been up to that day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then when he comes back home he likes to hide in a different spot. ( this the boys find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; and love to look for him every morning. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now one never knows were Elroy may appear. The tree, the clock, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chandelier&lt;/span&gt;, on top of the valance, or in the bathroom. ( this was not a happy place per the boys. HE MIGHT SEE THEIR PRIVATES. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as Thanksgiving approaches I know little Elroy will come back from the Great North to grace us with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; and spy on the boys for a few weeks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So watch out. You never know where he will pop up again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3038008288799278749?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3038008288799278749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3038008288799278749' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3038008288799278749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3038008288799278749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/elf-on-shelf.html' title='Elf on the Shelf'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngFktZD2Ebc/Swg-gzBMMZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7tlZ-CVUIec/s72-c/elf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-8144228482763246089</id><published>2009-11-19T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:16:06.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired eyes and sweet smelling hugs from my monkeys</title><content type='html'>This is Thankful Thursdays. ( thanks to Lisa Curcio at &lt;a href="http://ourhappynuthouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-thursday_19.html"&gt;Welcome to the nut house&lt;/a&gt; ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired eyes. Why you ask? well when I have tired eyes I know that I have them becuase I was blessed to be awoken last night by my littlest monkey needing a drink of water, then scared of something and finally because his glow baby was to bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for their sweet smelling hugs that when they wrap their arms around me I know that it will only be a matter of time before they are too big for my lap and for hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Thankful for laundry, and a messy house. This means the Lord has blessed us with the cloths we need and a house we call a home where my boys are safe and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few things I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you stopped today to think about what you are thankful for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-8144228482763246089?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/8144228482763246089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=8144228482763246089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8144228482763246089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8144228482763246089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired-eyes-and-sweet-smelling-hugs-from.html' title='Tired eyes and sweet smelling hugs from my monkeys'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6160867605840256443</id><published>2009-11-19T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:02:06.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord don't like UGLY!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is what I tell my boys when they are mean and say mean things to each other or their friends.&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHY DO I NOT PRACTICE WHAT I PREACH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mom that LOVES her boys more than life itself. ( I know all moms are like this. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find that I talk to other peoples kids with patience, and understanding. Then with my boys I lose my temper and yell at them. I have even called them names out of anger. ( I KNOW!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me? What is wrong when it becomes acceptable to talk to others with a sweet tongue and say mean hurtful things to our loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS ABOUT MYSELF and am going to make a real effort NOT to talk to my boys this way and to hold my tongue and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; more patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord BE WITH ME AND HELP ME.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6160867605840256443?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6160867605840256443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6160867605840256443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6160867605840256443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6160867605840256443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/lord-dont-like-ugly.html' title='The Lord don&apos;t like UGLY!!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-8085928734966499097</id><published>2009-11-17T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:03:17.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS SHOPPING</title><content type='html'>Well if you are anything like me you HATE to shop. I am dead serious I HATE shopping. I think I would rather get a root canal than shop. ( and this is saying something cause I HATE THE DENTIST )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I was just reading some emails and I saw that I have a huge sale going on. ( I know huh? I mean HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW. ) easy. I am about as confused in my everyday life as a wounded wombat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is for all you beautiful ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mskains76.barefootbooks.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.barefootbooks.com/marketplace/5000"&gt;Barefoot Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just click on that handy dandy link and it will take you to a whole new world were fairy's fly through the air, and giant turnips grow to be the size of a house. or where the dragons are actual vegetarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise it will open your eyes to the most beautifully illustrated story books that come with audio CD's for can I just say it. CHEAP... I am sooo not kidding. So go ahead and shop till you can't stand it. I promise There will be no push lady that smells as if she slept outside for 3 days just to get that IN toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider it a Christmas present to you all, from me. You can stay in your jammies and buy, buy buy and know you are saving LOADS of money that you can spend at a later date when you need some MOMMY TIME.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-8085928734966499097?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/8085928734966499097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=8085928734966499097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8085928734966499097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/8085928734966499097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-shopping.html' title='CHRISTMAS SHOPPING'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2544659019674306533</id><published>2009-11-16T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:42:29.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SHELF.. Ya you know the one.</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how my last week went. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vey&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Last week was nothing more than one big BLUR... I know that somewhere in last week. I raised 2 boys, drove the boys from here to there and everywhere.. did school work with the oldest. worked, shopped, ate, slept, and I am 99% sure I actually used the bathroom once or twice, ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; HOPING I DID. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see, what all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; things have happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wear a heart monitor for 48 hours. AND WOW that was interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt; and have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to get things situated for my first show. Which by the way I think it went pretty darn good. ( just a FYI.. in case you are new to this blog and don't know me. Let me just tell you know. I AM HOOT.. really I am... I am a darn funny girl. I think that is my gift from the Lord )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan and Brae both had soccer games.&lt;br /&gt;I worked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt; off. ( which I have been told, that for being a fat girl. I have a cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;putootie&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went to a tastefully simple party. It was fun and OH MY HEAVENS... YUMMY, If you have never been to one I highly recommend you go to one or have one, I mean for nothing else. Its great fellowship and yummy samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more important thing. THE SHELF....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you are unaware of THE SHELF allow me to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shelf is what we ladies with, well how do I say this... YOU KNOW THE saying&lt;br /&gt;FLAUNT EM IF YA GOT EM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I am talking about YES BOOBS. to most of us they are just THERE. well I admit I USE to have rather perky pretty ones. Then I had kids, Nursed the kids and now unless I pay good money for a bra to hold those babies up, they are just deflated looking balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these darn deflated balloons are what we ladies call THE SHELF. Now this SHELF is a real pain in the behind when your trying to eat. It never fails. I eat and I spill.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not dumb. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shhhshh&lt;/span&gt;!! I am not. stop laughing. ) I know spilling food and having boobies is in no way related, but gosh darn it. I eat. I have boobs and I spill. So in my little head&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT I AM NOT A SLOB, AND THAT ITS BECAUSE OF MY BOOBIES AKA THE SHELF THAT I SPILL.&lt;br /&gt;so leave me alone and let me live in my own crazy mixed up world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it ladies. You have now had your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bobbie&lt;/span&gt; AKA shelf lesson for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you all feel so much better knowing that when you spill it is in no way YOUR FAULT. it is your shelf. I swear it has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gravitational&lt;/span&gt; pull that forces your food there. You can no more change this natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt; than the weather. So you can now hold your head up high and proud and know. YOU ARE AMONG FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL THE SHELF....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; now I am going back to my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hidey&lt;/span&gt; hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2544659019674306533?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2544659019674306533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2544659019674306533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2544659019674306533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2544659019674306533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/shelf-ya-you-know-one.html' title='The SHELF.. Ya you know the one.'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-2663368881932328825</id><published>2009-11-11T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:56:16.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am working on it</title><content type='html'>I am trying to do a give away on here for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt;. I just can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt; out how to link a button to my store. Also I want this blog to stay at the top so you all doing have to go digging for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY IDEAS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-2663368881932328825?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/2663368881932328825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=2663368881932328825' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2663368881932328825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/2663368881932328825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-working-on-it.html' title='I am working on it'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-5303413457896950964</id><published>2009-11-08T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:17:20.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer savy? I THINK NOT!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok when it comes to puters ( this is what I call computers ) I can check my email, browse, jump from site to site, copy and paste, create a blog ( although I still am not liking the look of mine ) and I can post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you mention HTML's I have to stop myself from wanting to crawl into the fetal position and cry... I get soooo annoyed with what I like to call my STUPIDNESS.( which should be enough to show you I DOUBT THIS IS EVEN A WORD. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ( Darling hubby says I am not stupid, I know I am not, but man I get frustrated. I mean HOW ON EARTH can I NOT grasp all this? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right at this moment I had to post on BF on how to make a darn button for my blog. ( I am actually hoping and praying that one of my sweet BF chippies will take pity on me and make me one. HINT HINT )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I am a very busy mom. But hey Who's NOT? I homeschool 2 boys, I run said 2 boys all over carnation, I work outside the home 3 days a week. I sell amazing children's books, take care of 3 dogs. 2 cats and did I mention running the boys all over carnation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I added ANOTHER title to my name. ( although I am waiting for that crown that says QUEEN MOMMY seeing how I AM... hehehe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a &lt;a href="http://mindylee.scentsy.us/"&gt;Scentsy Consultant &lt;/a&gt;and LOVE it. or should I say LOVE THEM... you see if you do not know what Scentsy is, allow me to inform you. They are these amazing wick-less, smokeless, flame-less candles.&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"HOW CAN THAT BE? HOW CAN THEY BE FLAME-LESS AND BE CANDLES?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well let me tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THEY USE LOW WATTAGE LIGHT BULBS. and they smell HEAVENLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all these new titles I need buttons and I CAN"T for the life of me figure them out. GRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I ask. all my mommy chippies HOW ARE YOU FIGURING THESE ALL OUT..; share with me your knowledge, be my YODA and teach me your ways as a Computer JEDI.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-5303413457896950964?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/5303413457896950964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=5303413457896950964' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5303413457896950964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5303413457896950964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/computer-savy-i-think-not.html' title='Computer savy? I THINK NOT!!!'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3383813462163336768</id><published>2009-11-05T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:37:40.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is kinda a given</title><content type='html'>Well seeing how Fort Hood has been all over the news, and I live 40 min from there. I guess its kinda a given that I post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hits home for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of us here in central Texas. I get families all the time here at the museum that either the mom or dad are stationed there. Its so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; sad, I mean how on earth can anyone wake up and decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY I AM GOING TO KILL AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean REALLY, WHO DOES THAT? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CRAZY, UNSTABLE, MENTAL FREAKS.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; WHO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I heard about this I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;instantly&lt;/span&gt; called my darling hubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; asked about our nephew, ( he was based there. ) Thankfully He recently got out of the army. ( I guess I need to be better updated about family members, )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope and pray that the rest of the folks that were injured will recover and be back with their families soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those that lost a family member My DEEPEST SYMPATHY goes out to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I pray that one day, There will be NO violence. ( hey I can pray right? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3383813462163336768?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3383813462163336768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3383813462163336768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3383813462163336768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3383813462163336768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-kinda-given.html' title='This is kinda a given'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-6797917019390533329</id><published>2009-11-04T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:45:45.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take II ( thats 2 for my uneducated chippies )</title><content type='html'>Well If you are an avid reader ( which YOU SHOULD ALL BE.. iF NOT, SHAME ON YOU. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you all remember the dreaded corn maze &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt; ( I blogged about it a week or so again. ) But if you are not one of my groupies. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; I highly recommend that you become one. ) Let me give you a brief re-cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;small bladder, corn maze, mud, and dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now that you all remember I thought I would tell you all about today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WENT TO THE SAME PUMPKIN PATCH, AND YEP... YOU GUESSED IT. WE GOT LOST ALL OVER AGAIN IN THE SAME DARN MAZE. ( CURSE YOU MAZE )&lt;/strong&gt; (shaking my fist in the air at it, )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what you are all thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"why on earth would you go back?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;well let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-scheduled field trip that our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is a nice 78 degrees. Sun is shinning and the ground is dry and we go to the infamous patch. I decided seeing how I DID NOT HAVE TO USE THE LITTLE GIRLS ROOM. AND IT WAS NOT DARK, and I WAS WITH WOMAN ( which lets face it; WE have a better sense of direction than a stinky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; man. ) I mean come on.... whats the worst that can happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enter and believe you me. I let everyone of the woman know in advance that I had been there and we DID get lost, so don't count on me for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 40 min and many arrows made from dried corn husks WE FOUND OUR WAY OUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to proudly proclaim that this maze &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my Everest and I CONQUERED IT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO as the title states IT WAS MY TAKE II...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only if in real life I could have DO overs, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; could accomplish so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I GO TO BED WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE KNOWING... I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-6797917019390533329?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/6797917019390533329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=6797917019390533329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6797917019390533329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/6797917019390533329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-ii-thats-2-for-my-uneducated.html' title='Take II ( thats 2 for my uneducated chippies )'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-5328563945757959097</id><published>2009-11-03T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:45:00.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am OFFICALLY OLD</title><content type='html'>There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things that make one feel old.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you are called MAM by a pimply teenage boy at the local Hop &amp;amp; Shop ( I doubt this is an actual store, but it sure is fun to say. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When your children ask you if you were alive during the first Thanksgiving, ( yes I was asked this )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And now I can say &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SO OLD THAT I HAVE BEEN ALIVE TO SEE A TV SHOW RECYCLED...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks I was alive back in the day when the very first V was on the tube. Back in the 80's. And I can honestly say that back in the Big Haired, Bangle wearing Jelly bracelet having, Madonna worshipping, Micheal Jackson crushing days, DID I EVER think that I would live to see this particular TV show be REPEATED.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VEY&lt;/span&gt;... DO I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to pull up my big girl panties ( or old lady panties that I wear ) and sit through the pilot episode with my little men. Hoping that one day in the near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; my boys can say&lt;br /&gt;WAY BACK IN THE DAY WHEN I WAS A CHILD I WATCHED THIS SHOW WITH MY FOLKS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! payback, one can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO are you all feeling old now too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-5328563945757959097?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/5328563945757959097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=5328563945757959097' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5328563945757959097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/5328563945757959097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-offically-old.html' title='I am OFFICALLY OLD'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-3177585484968760665</id><published>2009-11-01T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:13:52.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind in my sails is GONE....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been so sure about something?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found that the thing you were so Certain of was well Not all you thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I found that very thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I like to think of myself as a down to earth kinda chippie. I like to think that most people are good honest folks. And I still believe for the most part they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my blog you know a few things about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I am honest (almost to a fault )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I will call it as I see it. ( This can get me into trouble at times )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- My kids ARE THE MOST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt; THINGS TO ME... NO ONE and I mean NO ONE messes with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;( I like to tell folks. " If you mess with my kids I will make a mama bear look like a witty bitty putty tat )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I am a new Christian ( only 5 years ) and I try every day to live a Christian life. ( but this does not mean I don't fall back into my old ways )&lt;br /&gt;by that I mean I CAN BE A NASTY VINDICTIVE CHIPPIE ( I am so not proud of this and fight it daily, but its true, I can slip back into that mood in a second)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all this I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; when I feel I have been lied to or mislead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask. WHY? WHY do folks do dishonest and hurtful things? I mean do they get a thrill, a rush from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of you that read this I am certain you will have an idea of what I am talking about. For others you may read this and think&lt;br /&gt;"WOW, SHE DONE LOST HER MIND" ( and you would be right. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO all I ask of my chippies ( for those of you that are not certain what a chippie is. They are MY GIRLS, MY FRIENDS, MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BESTIES&lt;/span&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest with me at all times. I am VERY THICK SKINNED I PROMISE YOU WILL NOT HURT MY FEELINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember..... It takes 3 licks to get to the center of the tootsie roll pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-3177585484968760665?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/3177585484968760665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=3177585484968760665' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3177585484968760665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/3177585484968760665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/wind-in-my-sails-is-gone.html' title='The Wind in my sails is GONE....'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-227663216931382064</id><published>2009-11-01T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:29:23.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE WINNER IS...........</title><content type='html'>Well first off thank you all for playing my game. You all had great guesses but ONE of you guessed it right FIRST. So I have to go with the one that guessed it FIRST....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with out Further A-DO ( is this even a word? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUM ROLL PLEASE............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://frommemoriestobooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JAMIE H..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The answer was MILK DUDS... I have no idea why I only eat them at Halloween ( maybe cause I tend to pull a filling with them and figure one Dentist appointment a year is all I can afford. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO now Jamie let me know if you have a Books A Million Or a Barnes and Nobles so I can get your Gift Card to you. Also i will need your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;addy&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Again I thank you all for playing and You never know when the next fun give away will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HERE IS A HINT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IT WILL BE ABOUT SOMETHING I POST ON.... you will need to read daily to learn as much about me as possible. ( besides I LIKE the attention. I know I am an attention hog. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-227663216931382064?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/227663216931382064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=227663216931382064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/227663216931382064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/227663216931382064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-winner-is.html' title='AND THE WINNER IS...........'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779637933267472898.post-311408069192178310</id><published>2009-10-31T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:36:40.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND A SPOOKTACULAR GIVE AWAY</title><content type='html'>Well in celebration of my first HALLOWEEN POST I have decided to make it a GIVE AWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was trying to think of what the contest should be. I thought " I KNOW I WILL ASK YOU ALL TO GUESS WHAT I AM DRESSED AS. " but that will not do since I posted it on Blog Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What can I have the contest be. and I decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;IF YOU CAN GUESS WHAT MY FAVORITE CANDY TO EAT ON HALLOWEEN IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you will win a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPOOKTACULAR&lt;/span&gt; gift. ( hint.. Its a GIFT CARD to where though is the secret )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO now Have a Happy Halloween and start your guessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779637933267472898-311408069192178310?l=mindarellas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/feeds/311408069192178310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=779637933267472898&amp;postID=311408069192178310' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/311408069192178310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779637933267472898/posts/default/311408069192178310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindarellas.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween-and-spooktacular-give.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND A SPOOKTACULAR GIVE AWAY'/><author><name>Mindy Skains Independant Scentsy Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487486571838674271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kO7arBGHFI/TlFSGk7zFqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ldH7nufRDyc/s220/283344_2195293527208_1393310736_32500740_6573862_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry></feed>
