<?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-26339428</id><updated>2012-01-29T16:33:08.988-06:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Hailey'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Kids.Personal'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='trips'/><category term='Kids.'/><category term='Sponsor Post'/><category term='Link Love'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Cool Site'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Puzzle'/><category term='napping'/><category term='MeMe'/><category term='Jessica'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Household'/><category term='Sunday Six'/><category term='Thursday Thirteen'/><category term='ADHD'/><category term='ODD'/><category term='family'/><category term='Garden'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='Just wontering?'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Hubby'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Tv'/><category term='Hiking'/><category term='Stephanie'/><category term='News'/><category term='Bored'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Sadness'/><title type='text'>Oh Mommy Dearest..........</title><subtitle type='html'>Raising two teens and a 7 year old, Joan Crawford style.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>732</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5644333666392847175</id><published>2010-11-07T13:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:47:58.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Coffee Table : My Life</title><summary type='text'>Posted by Haywood Morales

I really need a new coffee table. Mine was handed down to me by my father about seven years ago. While I really appreciated the gesture at the time I believe it's time for me to purchase my first brand new piece of furniture. This is a very important purchase for me because the coffee table is in the center of my living room which appears to be in the center of my life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5644333666392847175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5644333666392847175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5644333666392847175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5644333666392847175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-coffee-table-my-life.html' title='My Coffee Table : My Life'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5940225049091996679</id><published>2010-10-29T14:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:12:21.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident prone is an understatement</title><summary type='text'>Guest post written by Lindsay Boone

To say that I am accident prone is an understatement. I'm more like an accident magnet. It seems like I can't even walk down the street without trippign over someone or running into something.

I was reading online the other day about some physical fitness stuff that I was thinking about getting involved in and I didn't think that a yoga class or anything like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5940225049091996679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5940225049091996679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5940225049091996679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5940225049091996679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2010/10/accident-prone-is-understatement.html' title='Accident prone is an understatement'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5808847841084508855</id><published>2010-10-27T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:38:45.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had a Million</title><summary type='text'>The girls' asked me the other day if I were to win a million dollars what would I do with it.  Well first off, I would definitely buy a new house to live in.  This one is falling apart at the seams and hubby is no fixer upper person.  Never has been, never will be.  

The first thing I would look at in buying a new house would be the kitchen.  My kitchen here is small and crammed packed with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5808847841084508855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5808847841084508855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5808847841084508855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5808847841084508855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-had-million.html' title='If I had a Million'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-1927811594941675233</id><published>2010-10-22T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:43:47.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes The Little Mermaid an Excellent Movie</title><summary type='text'>Contributed by Cameron Hodge

The Little Mermaid is an excellent movie to watch on CannonSatellite programming packages at any time. The songs alone are worth it. Such classics as "Kiss the Girl" and "Part of Your World" will be treasured for years to come. My all time favorite though and one of the reasons I watch this film over and over again is "Under the Sea". This catchy tune will captivate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/1927811594941675233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=1927811594941675233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1927811594941675233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1927811594941675233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-makes-little-mermaid-excellent.html' title='What Makes The Little Mermaid an Excellent Movie'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7055252165521852870</id><published>2010-10-20T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:58:06.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil People</title><summary type='text'>I keep forgetting that I have this other blog.  As much that has been going on in my life, I need a new outlet for my frustrations.  Jess got us into a mess of financial trouble.  And it all started on the internet and Facebook.

I seriously thought I would need crowd control for all the angry and upset people on the internet.  She made a mistake.  She took on way more than she could handle.  Yet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7055252165521852870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7055252165521852870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7055252165521852870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7055252165521852870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2010/10/evil-people.html' title='Evil People'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-90061493064447145</id><published>2010-07-28T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:59:43.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopting a new puppy</title><summary type='text'>Guest post written by Janie Sidden

As soon as I graduated from college and moved out of my parents’ house I bought a puppy. My dad always hated dogs and never let me get one because he thought he and my mom would end up taking care of it once I tired of it. In retrospect I’m sure he was right.However, now I’m significantly more responsible and won’t tire of things so easily. I did a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/90061493064447145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=90061493064447145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/90061493064447145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/90061493064447145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2010/07/adopting-new-puppy.html' title='Adopting a new puppy'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4531020503351348189</id><published>2010-07-13T12:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:49:08.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For a Place to Call Home</title><summary type='text'>Guest blog post from Lewis Talon


I've done a lot of moving around over the past five years. I'm really out looking for new places, new people, just really trying to figure out where I want to stay for good. My latest move was to Kansas. I had a friend down there and she was dying for me to move down so I could be closer to her and her family. I will admit, I was just as anxious to get there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4531020503351348189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4531020503351348189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4531020503351348189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4531020503351348189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2010/07/looking-for-place-to-call-home.html' title='Looking For a Place to Call Home'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8375300149330217776</id><published>2010-06-19T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:00:35.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, it's been a while :)</title><summary type='text'>It's been almost a year since I have wrote on this blog.  A lot has happened in a year.  We decided to homeschool the girls this past year.  It was one of the best decisions we have made yet.  We were able to take our time and teach them things that they couldn't get in regular school.  It has been a rewarding event for not only the girls, but for us as well.  

Now I'm starting to plan for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8375300149330217776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8375300149330217776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8375300149330217776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8375300149330217776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-its-been-while.html' title='Hi, it&apos;s been a while :)'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4292460183085339758</id><published>2009-07-16T09:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:18:49.779-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The beginning of the end</title><summary type='text'>I have been doing a lot of thinking here lately.  My life has changed dramatically.  I have let go of the weight that I have been carry around on my shoulders for so long.  It's amazing what life is like outside of the box.  I have learned to step out of my comfort zone and to just go with the flow.I have began to think of real stuff that people do.  For instance, we have been trying to schedule </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4292460183085339758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4292460183085339758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4292460183085339758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4292460183085339758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/07/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-1319465391452191142</id><published>2009-06-27T08:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:40:23.659-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Turn it off!!</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here in the house alone.  Hailey is still sleeping and the other two are outside with hubby doing something.  It's all peaceful with the exception of Jessica's radio playing.  I don't know what is wrong with me.  I have gotten to where I hate hearing a radio play.  Well any music for that matter.  I take spells where I wanna listen to some old school stuff from the 80's, but nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/1319465391452191142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=1319465391452191142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1319465391452191142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1319465391452191142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/06/turn-it-off.html' title='Turn it off!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-2706180629337046174</id><published>2009-06-18T08:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:16:57.283-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>In search of peace and tranquility</title><summary type='text'>Some times I question my own sanity.  We have decided to home school all three of the girls this coming year.  Ask me how I'm doing in 6 months and I'll probably respond from the nearest mental hospital.So far the summer has been active.  Normally this time of the year, we just sit here.  Already a little over 2 weeks into the vacation and so much has been going on.  The first week we attended </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/2706180629337046174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=2706180629337046174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2706180629337046174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2706180629337046174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-search-of-peace-and-tranquility.html' title='In search of peace and tranquility'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-2662931143576409578</id><published>2009-06-09T07:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:36:07.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.'/><title type='text'>So this is summer</title><summary type='text'>Boy oh boy has this summer vacation started out with a bang.  Last week we attended two funerals.  I babysat kids (all under 2 years old) all last week.  I threw my back out again.  And it hasn't even been two weeks since the last day of school. And it just seems to me that it's not going to slow down any time soon. Today I will have Kade again.  He's so sweet though and well behaved.  I also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/2662931143576409578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=2662931143576409578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2662931143576409578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2662931143576409578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-this-is-summer.html' title='So this is summer'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8901896374037106380</id><published>2009-05-29T15:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:47:56.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Did I fail?</title><summary type='text'>Oh me, day two of summer break and I'm already ready for August to get here.  I swear I have heard I'm bored and there's nothing to do about 25 times today.  What has happened to kids using their imaginations to get through the summer months.  Back when I was my girls age, I would outside wandering around and exploring.  Nowadays, the kids are more interested in computers, cell phones and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8901896374037106380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8901896374037106380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8901896374037106380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8901896374037106380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-i-fail.html' title='Did I fail?'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-37827930524655764</id><published>2009-05-28T10:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:20:51.214-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.'/><title type='text'>School's Out For Summer</title><summary type='text'>It's official.  School's out.  Oh lord have mercy.  I heard I'm bored before 8 AM.  Jessica had the TV turn on CMT this morning around 7 AM and that drove me insane.  I think that's mostly because hubby and I do not turn the TV on during the  day.  We relish every single second of our peace and quiet.  This is going to be a long summer vacation.Hailey had school until 10:30 AM.  How crazy.  So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/37827930524655764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=37827930524655764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/37827930524655764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/37827930524655764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out For Summer'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5985791798552788271</id><published>2009-05-27T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:13:58.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>She done it!!</title><summary type='text'>Today my daughter made me so proud of her.  She passed her science exam. She passed it with a 71.  No it's not perfect but nonetheless I couldn't be more proud of her.  I told her so and that if she sets her mind to it, she can do anything.  I think today was a  testament to how if she applied herself more, she could see more positive results.Well that and threatening her with homeschooling next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5985791798552788271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5985791798552788271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5985791798552788271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5985791798552788271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-done-it.html' title='She done it!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-6463106101384330416</id><published>2009-05-26T19:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:59:36.450-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Driving me crazy</title><summary type='text'>I love her.  I really do.  But I swear Jessica is going to be the death of me.  I don't know what else to do.  I'm tired of crying and worrying myself to death.  Raising teens is the hardest job.Hubby and I have always had a very strict school grade rule.  Anything under a 75 warrants being grounded.  That child of mine has been grounded pretty much since the 5th grade.  I have talked to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/6463106101384330416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=6463106101384330416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6463106101384330416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6463106101384330416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/driving-me-crazy.html' title='Driving me crazy'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3060310851294885500</id><published>2009-05-21T09:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:33:03.129-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Fun, sun and the end</title><summary type='text'>The end is near.  End of school year that is.  It seems as though every one of the girls has a different thing planned for each day.  Yesterday Hailey had fun day and today is her reading fun day.  Jess and Stephanie both had awards day this morning (which I did NOT attend, due to the fact they didn't get squat).Tomorrow is Stephanie's last day of school.  She kept her grades up, behaved and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3060310851294885500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3060310851294885500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3060310851294885500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3060310851294885500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-sun-and-end.html' title='Fun, sun and the end'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xeHVjQDwfWg/ShVzmHSqC3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/vEPQNQbjLjI/s72-c/0520091346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3271209420386725811</id><published>2009-05-18T08:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:25:50.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumpy Roads Ahead</title><summary type='text'>I love them.  I really do.  But sometimes I can't stand them.  I just don't get it.  The attitudes, the rolling of the eyes, the smart mouths.  I give them everything yet they still treat me with such disregard and disrespect. Yesterday I lost it.  Stephanie was asked twice all day to do the dishes from the night before.  Not a big deal.  She comes off with this attitude about me nagging her all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3271209420386725811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3271209420386725811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3271209420386725811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3271209420386725811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/bumpy-roads-ahead.html' title='Bumpy Roads Ahead'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-927850327651862015</id><published>2009-05-14T09:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:26:28.043-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Making time stand still</title><summary type='text'>Today I let Hailey stay home.  There is a huge festival and she didn't want to go.  But she's also sick.  She has this nasty crud that my family is sharing with one another.  I have threatened their lives if I get it.  There's nothing worse than being sick.It's hard to believe that the end of school is nearing.  Stephanie had to take three of her text books back today to turn in.  That's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/927850327651862015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=927850327651862015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/927850327651862015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/927850327651862015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-time-stand-still.html' title='Making time stand still'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4435140866291917687</id><published>2009-05-13T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:24:38.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.'/><title type='text'>We have the crud</title><summary type='text'>It seems as though everyone in the house (except me) has been bitten by the crud bug.  Stephanie was the first and is still dealing with the croupiness of it.  Hubby started not feeling well yesterday and this morning Hailey woke up not feeling so hot. I blame the weather.  It's been raining here off and on for almost 2 weeks now.  I'm so gosh darn tired of all the rain.  It's insane.  Plus the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4435140866291917687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4435140866291917687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4435140866291917687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4435140866291917687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-crud.html' title='We have the crud'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-1080079445705148930</id><published>2009-05-12T09:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:01:37.604-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Back in business!!</title><summary type='text'>I thought I would put my kids back in their own place.  Here.  This blog was designed to keep up with my kids' lives.  Somehow they managed to wander over to my other blog. No way Jose.  Raising girls is so much different.  This past weekend, we had our great nephew.  He was a hoot to watch.  He is simple.  Not like the girls.  Having teenage girls is an evil thing created by an evil person.  No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/1080079445705148930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=1080079445705148930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1080079445705148930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1080079445705148930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-business.html' title='Back in business!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8012085419381422830</id><published>2009-05-11T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:58:37.519-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Which is worse, spam email or spam snail mail?</title><summary type='text'>There's nothing I hate more than junk mail.  Whether it comes through the postal service or my email, I loathe it.  I'm 33 and often get offers to sign up for AARP.  They have begged me to join their 50 and over club.  Uh sorry fellas, but I like quite a few years before I'm able to join.I also hate getting those Gerber Life insurance policy things.  Drives me nuts.  It's as bad as being asked to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8012085419381422830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8012085419381422830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8012085419381422830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8012085419381422830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/which-is-worse-spam-email-or-spam-snail.html' title='Which is worse, spam email or spam snail mail?'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4334375779718999961</id><published>2009-05-11T08:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:44:25.052-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>Things have changed tremendously since my girls were babies.  They have all kinds of new toys and things for babies. Last weekend while spending time with hubby's family it was brought to my attention how out of date I am.  They now have vibrating teething rings, all kinds of neat bouncy toys and super stylish baby jogger strollers. I am amazed at how much things have changed since my girls were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4334375779718999961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4334375779718999961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4334375779718999961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4334375779718999961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-736579692232588771</id><published>2009-05-09T09:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:48:52.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>No rest for the weary</title><summary type='text'>I don't think I have ever been so happy to have a week end.  This week has been one of those weeks where I have done nothing but run, run and run some more.  I was so tired last night, I honestly just broke down crying. Between all this running, my back hurting like crazy and everything else in between, I'm honestly ready to start looking at some Argentina travel brochures just to escape </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/736579692232588771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=736579692232588771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/736579692232588771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/736579692232588771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-rest-for-weary.html' title='No rest for the weary'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5600117160573237509</id><published>2009-05-09T08:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:09:23.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Babysitting today</title><summary type='text'>Oh good lord.  It's been years since I have had a youngin' in the house with us.  Today we are watching our (almost) 2 year old great nephew.  My old my.  When his Momma dropped him off, he started bawling.  He's been here almost an hour and so far so good.  I have the girls on toddler patrol.  The thing about having a toddler in the house after so long is, you are constantly having to run after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5600117160573237509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5600117160573237509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5600117160573237509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5600117160573237509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/babysitting-today.html' title='Babysitting today'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8245361247301177000</id><published>2009-05-08T07:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:45:22.696-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Yard Ornament</title><summary type='text'>It seems as though we have gotten ourselves in a pickle. Back in March, we took our tax money and bought us a Dodge truck.  My old truck was 15 years old.  Old Nelly has seen better days.  Anyways, Hubby wanted to buy a truck.  But did not want to part with the Explorer.  With keeping both vehicles, our car insurance has doubled.For some, going from thirty dollars a month to sixty isn't a big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8245361247301177000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8245361247301177000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8245361247301177000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8245361247301177000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/yard-ornament.html' title='Yard Ornament'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-6398019929128808716</id><published>2009-05-08T07:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:34:30.345-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>This is the life</title><summary type='text'>Having a laptop is the best thing since sliced bread.  I can take it anywhere I want and get my work done. My office is mobile. LOL. This morning I'm sitting outside enjoying the gorgeous spring morning.  There is a slight breeze and the sun is shining.  I don't think life could get any more better.  Well maybe if I was on the Outer Banks  soaking up the sun. I had intended on getting some yard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/6398019929128808716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=6398019929128808716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6398019929128808716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6398019929128808716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-life.html' title='This is the life'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4232430834837874145</id><published>2009-05-02T17:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:37:21.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Golly MIss Dolly</title><summary type='text'>Oh my goodness. I just watched the music video for Dolly Parton's new song Backwoods Barbie.  OMG I need to find the piano sheet music for this song.  I absolutely love it.  I have always loved Dolly's songs. They all have a story in them.  My love for Miss Dolly started when I was around 3 or 4 years old.  Even now, I still can remember me wearing my bandana and strumming Jolene to on my Mickey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4232430834837874145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4232430834837874145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4232430834837874145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4232430834837874145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-golly-miss-dolly.html' title='Good Golly MIss Dolly'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8581224057817872777</id><published>2009-04-28T12:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:18:31.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Organic all the way</title><summary type='text'>Living in a house with food allergies has it's pros and cons.  We are all eating much healthier since Hailey was diagnosed with Beef and Shellfish allergies.  No red meat has came into our house for going on 4 months now.  Granted you can only eat so much turkey and chicken before you feel like you are growing feathers and start to cluck. LOLBut with all this has made us aware of how some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8581224057817872777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8581224057817872777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8581224057817872777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8581224057817872777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/04/organic-all-way.html' title='Organic all the way'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-994735550015394517</id><published>2009-04-18T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:20:05.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofy One and Two</title><summary type='text'>Teenagers.  They are a species of their own.  Having one at the age of 14 and another behind her at almost 13, I wonder how they will make it in the future.Don't get me wrong, my girls are smart.  Very smart actually.  But there are some things I really question how they will survive out on their own.  I'm sure if you ask either one of them what a insurance lead generation is, they would come up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/994735550015394517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=994735550015394517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/994735550015394517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/994735550015394517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/04/goofy-one-and-two.html' title='Goofy One and Two'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-2036698585042527177</id><published>2009-04-17T15:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:58:37.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Train wrecks in life</title><summary type='text'>When I started this blog, it was geared to my life as a mother.  Being a mother isn't easy.  They start out as babies, needing constant care and round the clock monitoring.  Well as they get older, specifically teenagers, it's just as it was when they were babies. Jessica has a boyfriend.  She's head over heels for this boy.  I know deep in my heart he's going to break her heart, but it's one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/2036698585042527177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=2036698585042527177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2036698585042527177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2036698585042527177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/04/train-wrecks-in-life.html' title='Train wrecks in life'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-599718792890707234</id><published>2009-04-09T06:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:00:39.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want that</title><summary type='text'>Oh lord have mercy on me.  Today is my last day of freedom for 10 whole days.  Spring break starts tomorrow.  I am thinking of running away and joining the circus.  Don't get me wrong, I love my girls dearly, but I just don't like the baggage teens and a 7 year old brings to the table. Easter is this weekend.  I guess the plan is to take Hailey down to my sister in laws and let her hunt with her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/599718792890707234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=599718792890707234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/599718792890707234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/599718792890707234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-that.html' title='I want that'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8371796229842164171</id><published>2009-03-26T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:41:45.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's meant to be</title><summary type='text'>People grow apart.  At times it's inevitable.  My best friend and I drifted apart.  We now live two separate lives.  At one time we were like conjoined twins, you would rarely see one without the other.  It just happened.Today I called her up to see what she's been up to.  Mostly out of curiosity.  She met me at the school today for a little one on one.  It's like life picked up where we left off</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8371796229842164171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8371796229842164171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8371796229842164171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8371796229842164171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-meant-to-be.html' title='It&apos;s meant to be'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8725553628780770517</id><published>2009-03-20T10:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:51:57.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivid dreams</title><summary type='text'>While in my attempts to quit smoking, I have apparently picked up horrible dreams in it's place.  That is one of the known side effects to the quit smoking patches.  It's sucks too.The dreams are so vivid and so real.  Last night I dreamed we had moved to California.  I'm not sure if we just got there and were staying in a hotel like place or where.  My great grandmother was there (who died 7 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8725553628780770517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8725553628780770517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8725553628780770517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8725553628780770517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/03/vivid-dreams.html' title='Vivid dreams'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4856626766036749702</id><published>2009-03-19T07:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:27:52.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I can, I think I can</title><summary type='text'>Smoke free for almost 60 hours.  I honestly didn't think I could do it.  Sure I want to light up, but I haven't yet.  So far so good.  I was reading online the other night that in order to quit, you need to identify your triggers.  My triggers were my computer, driving, in the morning and before bed.  I had already quit smoking in the house and in the vehicles so I needed to work on the rest.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4856626766036749702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4856626766036749702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4856626766036749702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4856626766036749702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-can-i-think-i-can.html' title='I think I can, I think I can'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5522541443445811535</id><published>2009-03-13T08:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:09:25.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><summary type='text'>Hailey has a program coming up Monday in school.  She's singing.  I really don't wanna go, but I will go just to watch her perform. I will charge up my camera and take it.  It's not that often these day I get to get proud moments of the girls.  They are all three growing up so fast. Before I know it, they will be gone and all I will have left is photos and videos.I looked at a digital camcorder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5522541443445811535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5522541443445811535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5522541443445811535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5522541443445811535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8841238661310605356</id><published>2009-03-12T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:27:21.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Junker, Isle 5</title><summary type='text'>Money is the root of all evil. I'm honestly at a loss for what people will do for money.  Take for instance our car search.  I swear I think people are on crack these days.  People are asking ridiculous prices for cars that are high mileage or barely running.  I know that people who have filed their taxes have money to spend and there are people out there dumb enough to buy just whatever.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8841238661310605356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8841238661310605356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8841238661310605356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8841238661310605356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/03/junker-isle-5.html' title='Junker, Isle 5'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7395359115408402303</id><published>2009-03-11T13:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:06:16.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident Prone Bunch</title><summary type='text'>I am bound and determined my family needs all the safety equipment we can get our hands on.  I swear we are an accident waiting to happen.  I'm still recovering from the heavy kitchen chair falling on my leg last month, then day before yesterday I had a car door close on that same bruised knot.  Today Hailey got up crying saying the back of her foot hurt.  She pulled a muscle around her ankle.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7395359115408402303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7395359115408402303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7395359115408402303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7395359115408402303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/03/accident-prone-bunch.html' title='Accident Prone Bunch'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7945086703161995984</id><published>2009-03-08T09:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:08:58.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here!!</title><summary type='text'>I'm as happy as a wet pig in the sunshine let me tell you.  Spring is here.  Temps in the 70's.  Nice beautiful weather, I love it!!  Everything is blooming therefore setting my allergies into a downward spiral, but it's all worth it.  The Bradford Pears are in full bloom. They are spectacular.  My flowers are coming up reaching for the skies.  It shouldn't be too long before my in laws Plum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7945086703161995984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7945086703161995984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7945086703161995984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7945086703161995984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4752026877780385076</id><published>2009-02-19T08:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:56:34.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So many worries</title><summary type='text'>Parenting is the hardest job there is.  No matter what you teach them, for some reason, they end up doing as they please. Most teens doesn't take the advice of their parents. Take Jessica for instance, she acquired a nice two day vacation from school for fighting. Something I do not condone. I have always taught my kids to defend themselves, but never start anything. I guess it was just the way I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4752026877780385076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4752026877780385076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4752026877780385076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4752026877780385076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-many-worries.html' title='So many worries'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-179939547149488103</id><published>2009-02-15T08:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:11:51.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My boring life</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was Valentine's day. Nothing special about it around here. We did not have the extra money to spend on getting anything for anyone this year. I felt so bad. Hailey kept asking me all day yesterday where was her present. I told her I didn't have it yet and would try to get her something soon. Sucks to be a parent and you have to tell your kids you can't get it. I won't lie, I was hoping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/179939547149488103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=179939547149488103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/179939547149488103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/179939547149488103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-boring-life.html' title='My boring life'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-435378616782020244</id><published>2009-02-07T17:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:37:39.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><summary type='text'>I like to pretend I know a lot about stuff on the internet, but I have heard this phrase " conversion rate optimization " and have no earthly idea what it means. I have tried to read what it is, but either my brain is burned out, or it's way over my head. When I see it, I think of money, not sure why that comes to my mind, but it does. Can anyone out there explain what this is to me? Please make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/435378616782020244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=435378616782020244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/435378616782020244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/435378616782020244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-1527102205884042322</id><published>2009-02-07T16:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:30:38.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking time for myself</title><summary type='text'>I have learned over the last few weeks, that by simplifying my life, I'm much happier. I take time during the day to do things that I enjoy. For instance, I actually bought myself a book the other day and am almost done with it. The weather is going to be nice this week, so I plan on spending as much time outdoors as possible. I am spending more time doing small things for myself. I want to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/1527102205884042322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=1527102205884042322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1527102205884042322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1527102205884042322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-time-for-myself.html' title='Taking time for myself'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7851769788948855012</id><published>2009-02-04T20:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:53:24.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiil it get better?</title><summary type='text'>I have always tried to follow the news. But here lately, all I watch is the weather. It's so depressing. So many people are losing their jobs. Business owners are forced to cut back on things they needs like their business insurance and can't even give raises. Many are losing their power and in some states people are freezing to death because they can't afford to pay the light bill. It's insane </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7851769788948855012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7851769788948855012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7851769788948855012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7851769788948855012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/02/wiil-it-get-better.html' title='Wiil it get better?'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3358290443987384341</id><published>2009-02-03T08:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:22:09.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my head</title><summary type='text'>If you know me, then you know how much I hate winter. Not only the coldness of it, but I seriously wake up every single morning with a headache from hell. I know what the reason is, during the winter, we heat with a gas propane heater and it dries out the air in here. Therefore, drying out my sinuses and giving me a headache. This morning I woke up and felt like I was hungover. And it's like that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3358290443987384341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3358290443987384341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3358290443987384341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3358290443987384341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-head.html' title='Oh my head'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4800554616913147613</id><published>2009-02-02T08:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:58:55.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking for too much, I don't think so</title><summary type='text'>I think I am suffering from Winter time blues. I'm so ready for spring to arrive. Of course, living in Alabama, we don't have winters like the folks up North do. We do not have the massive snows, the bitter cold and the wind chills that will cut you to the bone. But when you grow up in Alabama, you expect more warmth than cold. I hate having to drag out the electric blanket to keep warm. I want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4800554616913147613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4800554616913147613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4800554616913147613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4800554616913147613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/02/asking-for-too-much-i-dont-think-so.html' title='Asking for too much, I don&apos;t think so'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7688652033657044891</id><published>2009-01-15T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:37:42.375-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A real vacation</title><summary type='text'>A real vacation. That is one thing my family hasn't really ever had. My girls are dying to see a beach and the real ocean. I would love more than anything to be able to take them to Gulf Shores or any other coastal town, just to see their faces. I remember going when I was a kid and it was so spectacular and so mysterious at the same time. Of course with the economy like it is, it probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7688652033657044891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7688652033657044891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7688652033657044891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7688652033657044891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-vacation.html' title='A real vacation'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3514967619936482024</id><published>2008-12-30T15:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:53:05.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Give Up</title><summary type='text'>My 15 year anniversary is coming up. I have been hinting to hubby that I want us to get away and do something just the two of us. I'm by no means asking for Vegas vacations, but a little getaway just the two of us would be so nice. We never took a honeymoon. I honestly don't see it happening. Even this morning when I mentioned that it was coming up, he ignored me. Sometimes I swear I'm fighting a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3514967619936482024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3514967619936482024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3514967619936482024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3514967619936482024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-give-up.html' title='I Give Up'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4015675524508841440</id><published>2008-12-29T20:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:22:30.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Not yet seen</title><summary type='text'>My latest great nephew was born almost a month ago. I have yet to see the little cutie. I'm thinking that maybe my niece may be mad at me for not attending her baby shower. I don't do well in social gatherings. Or I wonder if it was because the gift I got her wasn't what she wanted. I know that she got some really cute stuff though. Jessica said she got a Ju Ju Be inspired looking diaper bag with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4015675524508841440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4015675524508841440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4015675524508841440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4015675524508841440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-yet-seen.html' title='Not yet seen'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-947003699921083376</id><published>2008-12-27T09:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:53:49.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Overhauling</title><summary type='text'>This house is falling to pieces. The small bathroom needs a complete overhaul. But I don't trust hubby's carpenter skills. A lot of things he is, carpenter isn't one of them. We have talked about in the spring finishing one bathroom and closing off the other to redo it. All the bigger bathroom needs is a bathtub and it would be good to go. The smaller bathroom however is in total disrepair that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/947003699921083376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=947003699921083376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/947003699921083376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/947003699921083376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/12/overhauling.html' title='Overhauling'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-793216663138128556</id><published>2008-12-26T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:27:41.740-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Sucky Birthday and Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Another Christmas has come and gone. In a way, I'm thankful. The girls had a good Christmas and that's all that should matter. While before Christmas, I celebrated my birthday, I was a little disappointed that we couldn't afford for me to go out to dinner. That is the one thing that really sucks about having a birthday so close to Christmas. Now that I'm a parent, I take all the extra money I can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/793216663138128556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=793216663138128556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/793216663138128556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/793216663138128556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/12/sucky-birthday-and-christmas.html' title='Sucky Birthday and Christmas'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3258646758019873112</id><published>2008-12-19T23:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:21:12.556-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Not dumb, just slow</title><summary type='text'>It's the holidays and I have looking for gadgets to find for giveaways on my other blog.  Hubby loves electronics and gadgets and I have found some really cool electronics blogs that have gave me some really great ideas for the holidays and for contest. But sometimes when I read technical stuff I get lost in translation and have to have hubby explain it to me. I'm not dumb, just a little slow at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3258646758019873112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3258646758019873112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3258646758019873112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3258646758019873112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-dumb-just-slow.html' title='Not dumb, just slow'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-473832566501937683</id><published>2008-12-14T11:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:01:09.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Will work for food.</title><summary type='text'>You know what I really hate about the holidays. It seems like money is even more tighter. I can't dig my way out. Between trying to buy gifts for the girls, paying bills and whatever else in between, I'm drowning.At the rate we are going I won't have to worry about the best diet pills, as my cupboards are quite baron these days. During the day, hubby and I don't eat anything so we can conserve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/473832566501937683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=473832566501937683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/473832566501937683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/473832566501937683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-work-for-food.html' title='Will work for food.'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5834605756228892409</id><published>2008-12-13T14:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:30:20.488-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Tuck and Roll</title><summary type='text'>Dang it. I really hate winter time. Right now, I'm wearing a pair of jeans and have every ounce of my gut sucked up and  tucked in. Getting into jeans during the winter is like an Olympic sport to me. I gain so much weight during the winter from all the emotional eating I do. I think I eat like that because I can't go outside. Well I could if I wanted to freeze to death. Before Spring I will have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5834605756228892409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5834605756228892409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5834605756228892409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5834605756228892409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuck-and-roll.html' title='Tuck and Roll'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7526978206264218877</id><published>2008-12-04T08:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:05:22.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Bawling and Brawling</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we started the dreaded Christmas shopping. I don't mind the shopping itself, I hate the walking forever and waiting in lines. I hate driving around the parking lot in high hopes that I can find a parking space closer than 1/4 mile from the front door. People in the parking lots are insane. Yesterday we drove around the mall parking lot just looking for any parking places. I witnessed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7526978206264218877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7526978206264218877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7526978206264218877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7526978206264218877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/12/bawling-and-brawling.html' title='Bawling and Brawling'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4669617744084075682</id><published>2008-11-30T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:18:16.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I want to, but I can't</title><summary type='text'>Thank goodness. The Thanksgiving holidays are over. I ate so much I think I gained about 15 pounds. LOL. Now since there's some time before Christmas dinner, I'm hoping to implement some healthy cooking into this family for a while. Tonight was a great start. I made a Ham and Cheese Cornbread Bake. It did have broccoli in it, so that's a start for my family. LOL. My weakness through the holidays </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4669617744084075682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4669617744084075682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4669617744084075682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4669617744084075682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-but-i-cant.html' title='I want to, but I can&apos;t'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-6281960926221314678</id><published>2008-11-25T15:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:54:09.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Sick of it all</title><summary type='text'>There are some days I just want to throw my hands up to everything and just walk away. Hire moving services to come in gather my stuff and just leave. Not leaving my family behind of course. Though some days, that could be disputed. I'm sick of all the crap around here. I'm tired of family not keeping their word to evict the sex offender next door. I'm tired of having to think of her at all. I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/6281960926221314678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=6281960926221314678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6281960926221314678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6281960926221314678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-of-it-all.html' title='Sick of it all'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-6472512517852890919</id><published>2008-11-19T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:18:49.545-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Oh what to do</title><summary type='text'>I have so neglected this blog. My first blog. The very first one I opened and yet it sits here dusty and crusty. I have been trying to think of things to do here that is different, but so far, I'm not really coming up with anything super exciting. I actually thought about turning it into a blog about pets. I have a ton of those. Well maybe not a ton, but 5 dogs. One may be leaving us Friday. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/6472512517852890919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=6472512517852890919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6472512517852890919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6472512517852890919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-what-to-do.html' title='Oh what to do'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-6449565643905759923</id><published>2008-11-08T10:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:52:12.190-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Jolted</title><summary type='text'>I should have known better. You would think that with me being 32 years old, I would have chosen the decaf last night instead of the full monty. Nope. I didn't and I honestly didn't think that it would keep me up until the wee hours of the morning. 4:30 AM to be exactly. I actually don't feel sluggish or like I'm dragging me feet behind me, just yet. I feel like I have drank a bottle of Orovo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/6449565643905759923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=6449565643905759923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6449565643905759923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6449565643905759923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/11/jolted.html' title='Jolted'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8467858782242341490</id><published>2008-11-06T15:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:47:06.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Growing up on me</title><summary type='text'>Where is the time flying? It seems like only yesterday we rang in the New Year and here it is already November. So much has been going on here lately. I haven't been in the best of health and am not sure what is going on. I believe it's some type of arthritis. My joints hurt like crazy all the time. It seems like here lately, I spend more time on the couch that anything. I have my days were I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8467858782242341490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8467858782242341490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8467858782242341490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8467858782242341490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-up-on-me.html' title='Growing up on me'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-1572754861551918367</id><published>2008-10-22T07:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:13:38.378-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Escape</title><summary type='text'>It is often that my girls introduce me to artist that they listen to. Granted music has changed so much since the 80's. But some of it today just is so darn catchy. I love Natasha Bedingfield's song Pocket Full of Sunshine.I love the part about the sweet escape. I dream of my sweet escape, but only in small escapes if that makes any sense. I wouldn't mind a vacation to the Outer Banks or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/1572754861551918367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=1572754861551918367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1572754861551918367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1572754861551918367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sweet-escape.html' title='My Sweet Escape'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5147116340495635484</id><published>2008-10-22T06:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:02:53.761-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>The Death of Me</title><summary type='text'>Why do kids have to be so obnoxious? Seriously, my children can press on some nerves. But it's the dumbest things that push my buttons. For example, today was P.J. day at school. I didn't have the money to run out and buy new P.J.'s for one day at school. So I told the girls to get creative and use what we had around the house. Stephanie decided to wear a pair of mine. That was fine and dandy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5147116340495635484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5147116340495635484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5147116340495635484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5147116340495635484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-of-me.html' title='The Death of Me'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8018916369955823048</id><published>2008-10-21T19:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:52:57.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Spreading their wings</title><summary type='text'>I always thought it would be fun to have teenagers in the house. That is until they got older. Now I sorta wished they were 5 again. They were fun, they would play and giggle. They would spend hours on end pretending and coloring. Now, they are worried about boys, makeup, acne treatments and all the other stuff that teenage girls go through. It's heartbreaking. They are growing up and they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8018916369955823048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8018916369955823048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8018916369955823048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8018916369955823048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/spreading-their-wings.html' title='Spreading their wings'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7534076812291273730</id><published>2008-10-21T16:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:27:27.130-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>It's my favorite</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of year. It's getting chilly. There's morning fog that is indicative of the autumn weather. It's time to put away the pool floats and bring out the jackets and hot chocolate. It's honestly my favorite time of the year.I love watching the leaves go from green to a rainbow. But then I get sad when they fall from the trees and they are bare naked until spring. I love watching the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7534076812291273730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7534076812291273730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7534076812291273730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7534076812291273730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-my-favorite.html' title='It&apos;s my favorite'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-2659661036516580065</id><published>2008-10-21T16:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:13:14.336-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>My Baby</title><summary type='text'>I have to show you my baby. This is Bubbles the Chihuahua. I have had her for about a month now. She was born in June and still has so many puppy qualities. Like chewing up stuff, shredding toilet paper and not going outside whenever she gets taken outside. My husband says I treat her like a baby. I really do. I dress her up (she has two sweaters). I make sure she's covered up whenever she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/2659661036516580065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=2659661036516580065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2659661036516580065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2659661036516580065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-baby.html' title='My Baby'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xeHVjQDwfWg/SP5TD8z0GII/AAAAAAAAAYI/x1ckkT7gOFo/s72-c/RSCN1109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-276908945667909858</id><published>2008-10-18T19:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:23:02.672-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Left in the past</title><summary type='text'>Keeping up with teen fashion is virtually impossible. Being the mother of one teen and another behind her, is a challenge. They see their favorite celebrities dress a certain way and they want to mimic them. If a female star wears silk ties, you can beat your sweet fanny, they will want to do it too. I really don't fuss too much, it wasn't much different for us growing up.My cousins and I often </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/276908945667909858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=276908945667909858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/276908945667909858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/276908945667909858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/left-in-past.html' title='Left in the past'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3116450591280957054</id><published>2008-10-18T19:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:14:23.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Fright Night</title><summary type='text'>Did anyone happen to see the Alabama game today? OMG they won by the skin of their teeth. As much as I love Alabama, they sure aren't playing like the number two team in the nation. I mean they are only pulling off bare wins against their opponents. It's crazy. I got up and walked away from the game today. I mean I want to watch a game that is going to leave me in suspense, not bore me. I want to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3116450591280957054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3116450591280957054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3116450591280957054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3116450591280957054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/fright-night.html' title='Fright Night'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-2516625471249528973</id><published>2008-10-17T09:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:26:19.394-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Comforting</title><summary type='text'>Well those french toast sure did make my house smell so good this morning. No I didn't eat any. But it sure does smell good here in the house. I think that's why I like the fall and winter months. I do some baking and the aroma is awesome. The only thing is, come spring, I will need to take some kind of Fenterdren diet pill to shed the extra pounds I gain from all my baking. LOLDuring those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/2516625471249528973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=2516625471249528973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2516625471249528973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2516625471249528973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/comforting.html' title='Comforting'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5931220070362630853</id><published>2008-10-17T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:55:53.943-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I think I've lost it</title><summary type='text'>Oh Lord have mercy on me. What was I thinking about getting the girls their shots yesterday. Today they are all ill as a few hornets in here. Oh the joys. There's nothing like three very ill girls during Fall break. Anyone wanna trade with me? No.. I don't blame you.It's damp and dreary around here and finally cool. I am going to make a grocery store run. I want to put a roast in the crockpot and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5931220070362630853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5931220070362630853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5931220070362630853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5931220070362630853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-ive-lost-it.html' title='I think I&apos;ve lost it'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5341674365774993433</id><published>2008-10-16T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:52:13.893-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Rearing it's ugly head</title><summary type='text'>I'm a very weight conscience person. When I was younger, even the slightest amount of weight would drive me into hours of working out to get rid of it. Yes I realize now that I had an eating disorder. It lasted for years. I still struggle with it on a daily basis. Some days I don't eat at all, some days I eat like it's my last meal. I refuse to take Hydroxycut hardcore pills. Stepping on a scale </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5341674365774993433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5341674365774993433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5341674365774993433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5341674365774993433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/rearing-its-ugly-head.html' title='Rearing it&apos;s ugly head'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8472119806666179301</id><published>2008-10-16T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:31:43.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>It's been 7 years since I have been around a baby. Now, I am a great Aunt to two little boys and one on the way. Things have changed so much in the 7 years. The strollers are way more stronger than the little ones that my girls had. I was shocked to see that most of them have matching car seats that just sit right in the stroller. The strollers that are made today are much more affordable and so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8472119806666179301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8472119806666179301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8472119806666179301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8472119806666179301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7101297273260618159</id><published>2008-10-09T07:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:28:10.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Learning</title><summary type='text'>Having a 7 year old is a different experience from having teenagers. With them, I expect them to know how to spell and pronounce words efficiently. But with Hailey, it's a learning process. When I look over her papers from school, I see so many words that she misspells. I tell her the correct way and help her learn from it. For example, the word beautiful may come out looking like Beautifeel. Or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7101297273260618159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7101297273260618159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7101297273260618159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7101297273260618159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-9180492908877041081</id><published>2008-10-09T07:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:23:00.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Going nowhere</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of year again. No not fall or Halloween. It's the time of year where I started gaining weight. I blow up like a blimp during the late fall and winter months. I do put on quite a few extra pounds during that span. I eat like crazy and then hide behind sweat pants because I can't squeeze into a pair of jeans and I'm too cheap to go buy a pair that will fit.It's depressing though. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/9180492908877041081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=9180492908877041081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/9180492908877041081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/9180492908877041081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-nowhere.html' title='Going nowhere'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8847518180198478984</id><published>2008-10-09T07:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:16:35.871-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Intruder in my neighborhood</title><summary type='text'>As mothers we do whatever it takes to protect our children. Well the vast majority does. I got my hopes up this past weekend only to have them shot down. I was so hoping that our registered sex offender that lives next door to us would be moving. Nope, just a yard sale. Sucks doesn't it.When she, yes I said she, moved in, we were told a completely different story as to why she just got out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8847518180198478984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8847518180198478984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8847518180198478984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8847518180198478984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/10/intruder-in-my-neighborhood.html' title='Intruder in my neighborhood'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3188910015226127431</id><published>2008-09-27T09:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:00:00.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Moody Girls</title><summary type='text'>There's nothing like waking up on a Saturday to a bunch of moody teenage girls. They are still kinda mad at me because I didn't take them to the football game last night. I just didn't feel like dealing with several hundred screaming people in my face. But I still am planning to take them to the homecoming game here in a few weeks. Stephanie is going through puberty of some kinds. I am on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3188910015226127431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3188910015226127431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3188910015226127431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3188910015226127431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/09/moody-girls.html' title='Moody Girls'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8293407776085998393</id><published>2008-09-22T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:21:14.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><title type='text'>Our bad credit</title><summary type='text'>We currently have one loan. It's the first loan we have taken out in years. After hubby filed for bankruptcy a few years ago, getting anything on credit was close to impossible. At that time, we had commercial collection agencies calling us at all hours of the night. Sure I understood why. But when you don't have it, you don't have it. This time around, the payment is coming straight from our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8293407776085998393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8293407776085998393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8293407776085998393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8293407776085998393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-bad-credit.html' title='Our bad credit'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3891833031468259265</id><published>2008-09-18T10:02:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:14:52.448-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The Escape Artist</title><summary type='text'>So we adopted two more dogs last night. I think we are a little crazy. But unfortunately one of them is going back home today. Why you ask? Well for starters she's an escape artist. She is a bulldog and even though she's a love bug of a dog, she can't be contained and we live so close to the road, I'm afraid she will get hit. So anyways, we put her in the pen last night only to have her wake us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3891833031468259265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3891833031468259265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3891833031468259265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3891833031468259265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/09/escape-artist.html' title='The Escape Artist'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3025973002762797136</id><published>2008-09-18T10:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:10:26.253-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Useless</title><summary type='text'>I want to join the millions of Americans and get a cell phone. We had one before, but due to financial circumstances, I had to let it go. I would love to have a pair for here at home and ditch the old landline. So many people are doing that these day. The only problem is, the reception here is so crappy. We live in a valley. I would have to get a set of cell phone amplifiers just so we could make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3025973002762797136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3025973002762797136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3025973002762797136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3025973002762797136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/09/useless.html' title='Useless'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7224411975251931859</id><published>2008-09-18T10:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:06:37.921-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><summary type='text'>When I see the Wizard of Oz, I think of my grandmother. When I was little, it was a yearly event to go to my grandmothers house to watch the Wizard of Oz on her television. She would take out her funny looking popcorn machines and pop me a big green Tupperware bowl full of popcorn. Then she would fix me up a nice little spot in front of the TV to watch it. Even though I'm grown, I have tried to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7224411975251931859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7224411975251931859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7224411975251931859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7224411975251931859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5476323214931138031</id><published>2008-09-11T14:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:55:44.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><title type='text'>He's gettin' skinny on me :)</title><summary type='text'>Since hubby has had his surgery he has been losing weight like crazy. He had worked hard for so long and is just now seeing results. Who knew a screwed up gallbladder could keep you from losing weight. In a little over a month he has managed to lose almost 20 pounds. He doesn't take any kind of diet pills. He walks 2 miles a day, drinks only water and semi watches what he eats. Do you know how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5476323214931138031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5476323214931138031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5476323214931138031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5476323214931138031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/09/hes-gettin-skinny-on-me.html' title='He&apos;s gettin&apos; skinny on me :)'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5129473292173507843</id><published>2008-09-08T16:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:21:44.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I love these</title><summary type='text'>Oh I love when I find funny shirts. Where we live everyone is too conservative and when you do find a funny or sarcastic shirt, it's way to small for my every growing figure. However I have found some of the best funny t shirts on the internet that I must have. I need this one for the kids. To me it speaks volumes. LOL. I would so wear that shirt to school. The second one that I love doesn't even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5129473292173507843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5129473292173507843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5129473292173507843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5129473292173507843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-i-love-these.html' title='Oh I love these'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xeHVjQDwfWg/SMWkw_DlZJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uNza0OFb3PQ/s72-c/TAPE-SILVER_RK-WHITE-OL.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5807058424437279007</id><published>2008-09-08T16:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:11:00.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it go away</title><summary type='text'>Getting older sucks. I have been told I'm not old enough to be going through menopause. My sister seems to think my hormones are off. For instance, one moment I'm sweating like a Georgia mule and the next I'm freezing to death. I have hair growing, well let's just be frank here, on my boobs. The hair on my legs grow like crazy and at times I look like Bigfoot with boobs. I don't know if I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5807058424437279007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5807058424437279007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5807058424437279007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5807058424437279007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-it-go-away.html' title='Make it go away'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-1789075015510085568</id><published>2008-08-27T07:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:48:24.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>They want it, but where do we put it</title><summary type='text'>My children wants a horse. I love horses, but here we only live on 1/2 acre and I don't think that's enough room for one of the big beauties. I dream of the day when I can move to more land so  I can buy them a horse or two. Jessica has several friends that attend local rodeos around here. She so badly wants to do something like that. She has an obsession with the equestrian clothing. She loves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/1789075015510085568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=1789075015510085568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1789075015510085568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1789075015510085568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-want-it-but-where-do-we-put-it.html' title='They want it, but where do we put it'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-6597354416962155090</id><published>2008-08-20T08:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:40:19.300-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I want one</title><summary type='text'>The girls have this new show they are in love with. The Wizards of Waverly Place on Disney. I will admit, I kinda like the show too. It's different than most of the other shows on TV. The other day, the episode was about Alex's quinceanera. It made me think of when I was younger. I wanted to bad to be of the Latin origin. I was so fascinated with the whole quinceanera parties. For a day the young</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/6597354416962155090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=6597354416962155090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6597354416962155090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6597354416962155090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-one.html' title='I want one'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4032732864271009295</id><published>2008-08-20T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:33:29.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Planning ahead</title><summary type='text'>My anniversary is coming up in a few months. I have been trying to decide what I want us to do. We will have been married 15 years and I want us to do something special and romantic for just the two of us. Now Barbados villa rentals is definitely out of the question. I don't have that kind of dough. But I was thinking about us taking a trip to Tunica Mississippi for the night or maybe even some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4032732864271009295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4032732864271009295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4032732864271009295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4032732864271009295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/08/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning ahead'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4102520900611702928</id><published>2008-08-20T08:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:28:14.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Drip, Drip, Drip</title><summary type='text'>The other night we were sitting outside. Hailey was in the shower and I heard dripping coming from under the house. Now I'm not sure if it was coming from the Delta faucets or the tub drain or the bathtub itself. I'm too chicken to crawl under there to find out. There's all kinds of spiders under there ya know. I don't think we are in any danger of something major happening. It will just have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4102520900611702928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4102520900611702928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4102520900611702928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4102520900611702928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/08/drip-drip-drip.html' title='Drip, Drip, Drip'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3801606833715726670</id><published>2008-08-20T08:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:23:59.674-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>What has happened?</title><summary type='text'>I am getting to where I hate reading the news. There's very rare there is anything good to read in the paper any more. So much violence and mayhem, it's crazy. I was reading a story the other day where some teenage girls took a box cutter set and cut another girl to shreds. What is this world coming to? Back when I was growing up and it wasn't that long ago, people settled their disagreements </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3801606833715726670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3801606833715726670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3801606833715726670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3801606833715726670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-has-happened.html' title='What has happened?'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5671194710326193088</id><published>2008-08-20T05:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:02:21.578-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><title type='text'>Next Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the meeting with the surgeon. Hubby's surgery is next Tuesday. He can't wait to have it done. He is so tired of being so sick. I was a little concerned though. The surgeon kept yawning. He obviously was extremely tired. I sure hope he gets enough rest before Hubby's surgery. If not, I may need  to check into some term life insurance quotes for him. You never know. This is the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5671194710326193088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5671194710326193088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5671194710326193088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5671194710326193088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-tuesday.html' title='Next Tuesday'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-6796344769463049373</id><published>2008-08-17T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:59:47.953-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><title type='text'>ER's and all that jazz</title><summary type='text'>Long time no see again. This have been so freakin' crazy around here. Hubby has been sick for a while now. Today he had some major pains in his side under his ribs. I rushed him to the ER. There they ran test on him and determined he needs to have surgery soon. He has a 2.5 mm gallstone acting up in there. It's causing all kinds of havoc on his system. You know, hospitals are kinda a fun place to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/6796344769463049373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=6796344769463049373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6796344769463049373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6796344769463049373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/08/ers-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='ER&apos;s and all that jazz'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-6090760841115504148</id><published>2008-08-03T19:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:22:12.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My fear</title><summary type='text'>I have this tremendous fear of spiders. I will sit on the toilet and yell for someone if one of those eight legged freaks of nature are in my area. I loathe them. I fear them. I can remember when I was little, I had a dream about a spider. It was Godzilla size and came to my bedroom window. It was knocking down trees and anything in it's path to get me. It reached in through the window and pulled</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/6090760841115504148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=6090760841115504148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6090760841115504148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/6090760841115504148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-fear.html' title='My fear'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-4848163116689965736</id><published>2008-08-03T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:12:39.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Back to school time</title><summary type='text'>School resumes this week. I won't lie, I'm elated about it. I'm honestly ready for the peace and quiet of my days to return. Don't get me wrong, I will miss the girls to some degree. Just not all the arguing and all that stuff that comes with having the girls home 24/7 that gets a little unnerving. The one thing I absolutely hate about school starting up is the cost it takes to get them back. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/4848163116689965736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=4848163116689965736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4848163116689965736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/4848163116689965736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-time.html' title='Back to school time'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-3578022353730964250</id><published>2008-07-25T22:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:21:44.565-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>Transformed</title><summary type='text'>My girls have transformed into girls. They are no longer the tomboys that they once were. Instead they fix their hair, do their makeup and all the girlie stuff I never dreamed they would be doing. Their bathroom is lined with all kinds of hair products, all kinds of acne medication and other various girls stuff. It's funny when hubby goes in there and looks for something, he can never find it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/3578022353730964250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=3578022353730964250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3578022353730964250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/3578022353730964250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/07/transformed.html' title='Transformed'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-217838135534227653</id><published>2008-07-24T19:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:33:32.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I want one!!!</title><summary type='text'>I hate not having something that someone else has that I really want. I want an upgrade on my camera. We bought Stephanie one for her birthday that I absolutely love. It's small and compact. It's nothing like my Sony that is bulky and not easy to take just anywhere. I have looked at them and found one that I really want. Of course right now, I don't have the money. When you factor in all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/217838135534227653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=217838135534227653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/217838135534227653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/217838135534227653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-one.html' title='I want one!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-628939135101650693</id><published>2008-07-24T11:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:53:27.884-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Life is rough, when you are us</title><summary type='text'>Life is getting in the way again. If it's not one thing, it's another around here. First off Hubby has been having severe back pain. According to the X-Ray, there's nothing wrong. Now Jessica is having numbness and tingling in her left arm. In the next two weeks there's quite a few doctors appointments in our schedules. Hubby has to go back next Thursday. Jessica has to go on the 6th of August, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/628939135101650693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=628939135101650693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/628939135101650693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/628939135101650693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-rough-when-you-are-us.html' title='Life is rough, when you are us'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-7903432952853075112</id><published>2008-07-23T22:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:35:04.885-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>It's that time again.. dang</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of year again. School starts in two weeks. In a way I'm kinda looking forward to it, but in a way I'm not. I'm not ready to fork out tons of dough on clothing and back to school supplies. It's crazy the amount of money it takes to get the girls back in school. At the beginning of the month, I subscribed to our local newspaper. My hopes where to catch things on sale and start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/7903432952853075112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=7903432952853075112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7903432952853075112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/7903432952853075112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-that-time-again-dang.html' title='It&apos;s that time again.. dang'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-2941659896239237204</id><published>2008-07-23T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:30:08.028-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Waiting is hard</title><summary type='text'>I took hubby to the Dr the other day. He has been having problems with his back here lately and at first we thought it may be a kidney infection. Nope. So while talking to the Dr she decided to send him for X-rays yesterday. Hopefully we will hear something tomorrow, if not he will call to get the results. During the exam, the Dr started quizzing him on his eyes and what caused them to be in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/2941659896239237204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=2941659896239237204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2941659896239237204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/2941659896239237204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting-is-hard.html' title='Waiting is hard'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-5499641077407837592</id><published>2008-07-19T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:05:36.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>It Blew Up</title><summary type='text'>This has been one of those weeks were if it can go wrong it will. The air conditioner blew sky high. Well not all of it just the compressor. It was old and really on it's last leg. So yesterday we decided to go find a new one. We know our credit is crappy and also knew without help it would be impossible to find one. Luckily hubby's sister is a kind and generous person. So because of our problems</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/5499641077407837592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=5499641077407837592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5499641077407837592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/5499641077407837592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-blew-up.html' title='It Blew Up'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8415406606283986254</id><published>2008-07-10T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:19:24.937-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids.Personal'/><title type='text'>The time is near</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here and all I hear is the girls arguing behind me. Jessica is yelling at Hailey who is aggravating. And now Stephanie is aggravating Hailey. Oh I can't wait until August 7th to come around. I know that school time is near. Walmart has already started putting out their office supplies for school. The other day, I picked up some paper, crayons, glue and scissors. Not much but at least </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8415406606283986254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8415406606283986254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8415406606283986254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8415406606283986254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-is-near.html' title='The time is near'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-1379568583747925523</id><published>2008-07-10T19:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:08:45.541-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Southern Summers</title><summary type='text'>It's hot. It's muggy. And it's raining. Just great and with the humidity, once it stops raining, it's gonna be twice as hot. This pattern has been going on for days now. I can't leave our patio furniture chairs outside because I don't want them to get ruined by the weather or if I decide to go outside to sit, I don't wanna sit in water. That's the sucky thing about living in the south. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/1379568583747925523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=1379568583747925523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1379568583747925523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/1379568583747925523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/07/southern-summers.html' title='Southern Summers'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26339428.post-8351010621635390425</id><published>2008-07-06T07:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:55:32.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Foxy Roxie</title><summary type='text'>Within the last week, we have "adopted" a new puppy. She was found abandoned on the side of the road next to my mother in laws. Roxie for the most part, is a good puppy. With that said, she's a puppy and is slowly driving me insane. I started out trying to crate training her, but she yelped and hollered all night for 3 nights. So I decided to get a baby gate and keep her in the hall while we are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/feeds/8351010621635390425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26339428&amp;postID=8351010621635390425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8351010621635390425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26339428/posts/default/8351010621635390425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-n-bama.blogspot.com/2008/07/foxy-roxie.html' title='Foxy Roxie'/><author><name>Beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xeHVjQDwfWg/SHDOrzVTsgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VV7AaBg_9ew/s72-c/DSC05385(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
