<?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-7858481607850414031</id><updated>2012-01-17T15:17:26.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventures of M'Adam and Laydee</title><subtitle type='html'>also featuring: Little Boy, Muu, and Bitty Be</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laydee</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-8433640971959007275</id><published>2012-01-13T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:44:57.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been a year...</title><content type='html'>So much has happened that I'm just treating this blog like an old friend- acting like I was never away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed with the boys company doing well, baby 4 due in 13 weeks, and crazy happy kids who are into everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-8433640971959007275?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8433640971959007275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=8433640971959007275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8433640971959007275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8433640971959007275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-its-been-year.html' title='So it&apos;s been a year...'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-8283046970272884049</id><published>2011-01-14T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:19:58.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Rats!</title><content type='html'>so the other day i'm minding my own business in my garage and what do i see scurry from corner to corner? either a huge mouse or a tiny rat. i wig out just a tad and M'adam leaves the door open for a few hours...which should remedy the problem right? a few days later my sister accidently left the door from the laundry room to the garage door open...no biggy. except i psyched myself into finding mouse poopies all week! 'is that a...!? no justa crum. is that a...!? no no it's lint...maybe this one..." you get it. now. it's been a week since the open door and 10 days from the 'sighting' and i figure i'm safe. i brave the garage to sort my garage sale pile...starting with clothes...i come across these narly poncho/sweater things i got in new mexico a while back (can't go in the 72 hour kit- why? afraid i'll meet my end if i'm seen in it with a backpack...yikes) anyway- i go to throw them onto a pile, and as i pick them up baby rodent confetti rains down!! i totally squealed and reeled back about twenty steps. DISGUSTING! well they couldn't stay on the floor. so i had to put them in a box...with a scooper. three later i can hear a fourth squeaking...where is it? not exactly a search and rescue later but i locate the vile little thing and place it in the box. THEN i notice all the turds around the garage. what to do? i grew up with mice. i know they must be killed. ok. so nasty little bald immobile babies..why can't i squish them again??  a plan a plan... a lightbulb. i drive them to my friends house. apparently baby mice are chicken CANDY. don't ask me why i felt better playing the circle of life than a quick humane smashing but i did. on my way home i inform M'adam i'm buying a cat. no i'm not. i'm buying a snake. no i'm not. then i'm buying gargage chickens and/or a billion dollars worth of anti-rodent hardware! and now i am thoroughly convinced a mouse is in the house due to the open door thing. M'adam thinks i should name it.SICK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-8283046970272884049?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8283046970272884049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=8283046970272884049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8283046970272884049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8283046970272884049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2011/01/ah-rats.html' title='Ah, Rats!'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-6876161935676912857</id><published>2011-01-08T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:52:13.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"007"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TSiHm-EJVfI/AAAAAAAAANw/g0bu7Zw4RPQ/s1600/kids%2B067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TSiHm-EJVfI/AAAAAAAAANw/g0bu7Zw4RPQ/s320/kids%2B067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559842843554043378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TSiHnKLc2rI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5unpDwoAFr0/s1600/kids%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TSiHnKLc2rI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5unpDwoAFr0/s320/kids%2B066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559842846805908146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the theme music? in his head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6876161935676912857?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6876161935676912857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6876161935676912857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6876161935676912857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6876161935676912857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2011/01/007.html' title='&quot;007&quot;'/><author><name>Laydee</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TSiHm-EJVfI/AAAAAAAAANw/g0bu7Zw4RPQ/s72-c/kids%2B067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-3977222804854149937</id><published>2011-01-01T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:06:59.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Year of Do"</title><content type='html'>2010 was not a fabulous year for me. although many blessings were recieved, trials came from the plenty department. i hit one of my 'funks' and went down drowning. the whole, one wave after the other. after a few chats with myself, cries with friends, divine inspiration and my hunny's patient "it will be ok's", i am ready to kick 2010 to the curb and hit the ground running in 2011. i have a sweet calling-my cup of tea, a few enterprising ideas, and a best bud (m'adam) who is ready and waiting to see me do the butterfly thing. this year is going to be awesome...nothing and no one in my way. i am thankful for my friends and family. i love my kids. i am so blessed to have a support team in whatever i do, and a mate that will let me be me. a lot of growing will be done this year, and its encouraging to know that he is there behind, beside and leading the way when i need him. i love you d. now. 2011...let's tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laydee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-3977222804854149937?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3977222804854149937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=3977222804854149937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3977222804854149937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3977222804854149937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-of-do.html' title='&quot;The Year of Do&quot;'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-751083840855822637</id><published>2010-10-22T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:44:18.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Fancies!</title><content type='html'>I have recently decided that I was tired of seeing something with the thought: I could so do that. So...I AM doing that! I started a mini "business" (for lack of a better word) and will be making bracelets and hats! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIPDLUddUI/AAAAAAAAANk/X53-zpO6bGk/s1600/shays+camera+623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIPDLUddUI/AAAAAAAAANk/X53-zpO6bGk/s320/shays+camera+623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999839617021250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these are 5 inches long = little wrists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIPC_eAK1I/AAAAAAAAANc/qancNofM9PM/s1600/shays+camera+621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIPC_eAK1I/AAAAAAAAANc/qancNofM9PM/s320/shays+camera+621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999836435819346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIPCeerj2I/AAAAAAAAANU/cZE3Otce73s/s1600/shays+camera+620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIPCeerj2I/AAAAAAAAANU/cZE3Otce73s/s320/shays+camera+620.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999827580292962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6 1/2 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIPBrZF0PI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZfpfjPEbIV4/s1600/shays+camera+619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIPBrZF0PI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZfpfjPEbIV4/s320/shays+camera+619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999813866639602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7 inches fits most girls up to early teens) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOTgmBXhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mfXb59KBkis/s1600/shays+camera+616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOTgmBXhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mfXb59KBkis/s320/shays+camera+616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999020694101522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hats come in fun shades and yarns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOTaUAkII/AAAAAAAAAM0/6gPfcoyxnQg/s1600/shays+camera+614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOTaUAkII/AAAAAAAAAM0/6gPfcoyxnQg/s320/shays+camera+614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999019007938690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in sizes for teeny babies, toddlers, and youngsters and adults)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOTGpKmCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ihkRVFk8Ffw/s1600/shays+camera+612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOTGpKmCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ihkRVFk8Ffw/s320/shays+camera+612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999013727967266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they can be more sophisticated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOSowmILI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vX_taVZA840/s1600/shays+camera+613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOSowmILI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vX_taVZA840/s320/shays+camera+613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530999005706068146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just girly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOSQWrA3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/we_8isJaKVg/s1600/shays+camera+611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIOSQWrA3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/we_8isJaKVg/s320/shays+camera+611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530998999154885490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or with flare!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each &lt;em&gt;Little Fancies&lt;/em&gt; item is hand made by MOI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bracelets are made with fun crystal beads, sterling silver pieces, and cute charms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats are knitted and embellished by my own creations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These examples are what I have sitting at home, but are in no way what &lt;em&gt;Little Fancies &lt;/em&gt;is limited to- I hope to get better and better!! Of course, with the nature of personal creations, each is one of a kind, unique, and may not be duplicated the same way twice. I will however make a &lt;em&gt;Little Fancy&lt;/em&gt; to YOUR liking if you have a color, style, or example YOU prefer! so made to order- YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may also contact me at Shaydedone@hotmail.com if you are interested in more info!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-751083840855822637?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/751083840855822637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=751083840855822637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/751083840855822637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/751083840855822637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-fancies.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Little Fancies!&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TMIPDLUddUI/AAAAAAAAANk/X53-zpO6bGk/s72-c/shays+camera+623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-228502654374300983</id><published>2010-10-12T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:42:40.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG3r-lcUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KAI-mdKms5c/s1600/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG3r-lcUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KAI-mdKms5c/s320/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527261302690771266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Me and Little Bitty at the hospital...about 12 hours old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG3AfTwbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kDgjjnNTzpI/s1600/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG3AfTwbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kDgjjnNTzpI/s320/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527261291016864178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Little Boy and Muu waiting for a baby sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG212m51I/AAAAAAAAAME/yIMcoM953fM/s1600/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG212m51I/AAAAAAAAAME/yIMcoM953fM/s320/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527261288161797970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Muu now: happiest when she's full of food and a complete mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG2ldneXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DLtPQTja5Rg/s1600/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG2ldneXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DLtPQTja5Rg/s320/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527261283762010482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bitty now: crawling after those siblings...won't be left behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG2P3wXsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/V8H4BUBu5w0/s1600/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG2P3wXsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/V8H4BUBu5w0/s320/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527261277966065346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Little Boy now: just trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-228502654374300983?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/228502654374300983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=228502654374300983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/228502654374300983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/228502654374300983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2010/10/me-and-little-bitty-at-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/TLTG3r-lcUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KAI-mdKms5c/s72-c/Shaylyn+Spilsbury+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4405881708535947724</id><published>2010-10-06T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:08:10.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the time I used to blog?</title><content type='html'>Me neither! And for all the nothing I feel like I accomplish, I don't know where the time has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update of the year...really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'Adam is with the same company, but has been getting to stay close to home, which we love. He was called to the scouting program almost a year ago and is all about the constant camping! He put in for a hunt this year and will be shooting me a big fat deer this fall (we hope) Good luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been all over the place! Cleaning my house, going through cycles of nothingness, trying to knit and make braclets for a local bazaar, canning food...that's right...a lot of canning, which is funner than I thought it would be, loving my babies, reading a ton, contemplating for the billionth time writing MY OWN book, getting reorganized and everything else a woman, wife, mom, friend has to do!&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get my official calling soon...&lt;br /&gt;I, surprisingly, am looking forward to the big 25 at the end of this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy is a funny little guy. Almost 2, running, talking, he is very set in what he thinks and likes and is a great helper and big brother. He loves nothing more than to watch Meet the Robinsons, or go outside and share a popsicle with the dogs. He LOVES his Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muu turned 1 a short while ago and is working on walking around the house. She loves music and popcorn...well anything food really. She is a Mama's girl all the way. &lt;br /&gt;(Muu is the little girl we were blessed to bring home from the hospital when a family member was unable to take care of her after she was born. We've had her since she was 2 weeks old and are working to adopt her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitty Be is 7 months old and trying to keep up with those siblings! She is already crawling and will not be left behind...ever! She loves to sing with Mama and is always ready to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spike", mentioned earlier, was with us for a short time. He is now doing very well with his Nana Kim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are great, we still have George...a big bear of a mutt, and Delilah "Lida", joined our family shortly after we had to relocate our lab mix, who turned into a meany. Lida is an Aussie cattle dog, and a perfect friend to George. Little Boy loves them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crickets seem to be prospering too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we got a new laptop...which I just learned how to get pics on... so they will be along shortly...I couldn't find the camera battery today :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4405881708535947724?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4405881708535947724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4405881708535947724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4405881708535947724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4405881708535947724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2010/10/remember-time-i-used-to-blog.html' title='Remember the time I used to blog?'/><author><name>Laydee</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-8158841317385501341</id><published>2009-11-04T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:15:17.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREAT ESCAPE</title><content type='html'>Usually when the house is quiet, all are sleeping- or trouble is brewing. Sunday morning I went into the bedroom where M'Adam was getting ready for church and sat down to ask a question or two...after a few minutes (maybe 2 or 3) I realized my house was quiet. I ran into the living and found- a wide open front door!! The BOLT had been locked!! I frantically raced outside to find my 1yr old son across the street in a friends yard (no friend present) and my 2yr old son down the street...exploring I guess. I don't think any neighbor missed my yell to 'get back in the house!' Of course, the boys didn't think anything was wrong til that moment and as I scooped up the now scared younger boy he started wailing- which sent the other running. He was lucky he got to the door before me after that. Dang kids. Anyway, I now have a very hideous chain on my front door, thanks to my 2yr old Houdini and his tag-a-long brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-8158841317385501341?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8158841317385501341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=8158841317385501341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8158841317385501341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8158841317385501341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-escape.html' title='THE GREAT ESCAPE'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-5652809823805310622</id><published>2009-11-03T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:29:16.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!</title><content type='html'>We need to get out of our Toyota lease... we don't fit anymore! (3 carseats)... I've been letting Spike sit in the middle around town but don't think that's a very cool idea for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone one knows of someone who may be interested, we have a little over a year left... the car has done us well and is under miles- let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-5652809823805310622?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5652809823805310622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=5652809823805310622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5652809823805310622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5652809823805310622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/11/help.html' title='HELP!!'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-4517200923434736027</id><published>2009-10-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:59:59.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pick, roll, SICK.</title><content type='html'>Okay- let's all pretend we don't do that every now and then... truth is we all do. Well, no more for me!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I was cleaning my house finally and I actually got to the floors! YAY! Except I had to keep going over it again and again cuz there were these teeny little bumps around certain areas that we don't eat it... hum... so as I get out my little scrapy thing, I see one of the boys with finger in nose. GROSS. It occurs to me that these little dots are buggers!! Oh, was I grossed out! (I know it's not just the little boys too!) I finished mopping but I am not convinced my floor is clean...even after being lysol'd. I think I need a steam cleaner- and to use it DAILY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4517200923434736027?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4517200923434736027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4517200923434736027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4517200923434736027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4517200923434736027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/10/pick-roll-sick.html' title='pick, roll, SICK.'/><author><name>Laydee</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4249439054760868637</id><published>2009-10-26T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:15:17.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fire? here?</title><content type='html'>so the other day i am getting ready for church...i have to be on time to pray...and im tired of looking like a bum so i got cute for the occasion. i pick up my siblings (m'adam was already there with the boys) and just as i get to the last turn i see in the distance (300 yards) a firetruck. well, i figured they'd go down the road i was on, so i turned. then as im pulling into the building i notice they ARE following me. no smoke to be seen, i figure that a close by barn is having a rubbish pile fire and lalala my way into a parking spot...then i notice a ton of people loitering outside the building. theres always someone to let you in. and heres the firetruck. so i think, well, there are a few elderly in our ward... and lots of kids to break an arm jumping pews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. from what m'adam heard: 'everybody out!' and CRASH (glass for fire alarm) then BLLLLLIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG, there is a fire. apparently an electical fire in the RS room. well, we wait for word from the leadership as per what will happen. go home. i got all cute for nothing. and i got teased about being too shy to pray in public so i must have prayed for a way out. at least they dont question the power of my faith! hahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4249439054760868637?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4249439054760868637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4249439054760868637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4249439054760868637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4249439054760868637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/10/fire-here.html' title='fire? here?'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-564459323401818816</id><published>2009-10-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:11:58.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL</title><content type='html'>Around this time of year I often reflect back on childhood... the good parts. Why now? Mostly because my birthday is coming up, and partly because this is the season the good stuff happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple fest in Juliann Cal. was going on. Yum PIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every october we'd look through all our dance costumes from the year and pick the one we'd wear trick-or-treating in Bard.(My favorite treat was Charlie and Elaine Nelson's popcorn bags...oil popped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom would paint our toes with Halloween themed pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would cool off enough for my mom to bake and me to enjoy outside- I'd lay on the trampoline looking at the sky for HOURS. Maybe even sleep out there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandfathers' birthdays were also around this time...barbequing in the desert and riding horses was looked forward to all year long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking the PERFECT pumpkin to carve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'd be parties at school, trunk-r-treating, by b-day(and my best friend's) and trick-or treating...mostly in the same week...probably why my dentist saw me often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go hunting with just me and Dad. Usually dove, but we went for quail twice.(this also meant donuts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got chosen for a dance routine in the NUTCRACKER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, you knew things like fall break, and the rest of the holidays were coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... it all seemed to loosen up and get fun. I am wondering what traditions we should start with the kids... we started seeding for the garden and they LOVED helping (it's dirt right?) We put up a few decorations and the boys each got one in their room. I hope to do jack-o-lanterns soon... too hot to do them too quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-564459323401818816?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/564459323401818816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=564459323401818816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/564459323401818816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/564459323401818816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall.html' title='&lt;em&gt;FALL&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4542762996924137397</id><published>2009-10-16T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:13:21.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can you do but laugh?</title><content type='html'>Oh... I might go nuts lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 3 beautiful kids who are full of life! Most of the time they are fun... but sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;I remember being a kid- wondering why my mom seemed to have days where she'd seem not as happy to see kids in the morning. (my sisters and I call these the hair-up days). I have it all figured out now. I simply wake up without patience on occasion. NONE. I don't think anyone thinks those days are fun... wonder what my kids will say in 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all we've been up to really- kids, garden boxes, family coming to see us, blessing Kadin, TRYING to keep a semi-clean home (not working), and my favorite... family nap time!! Anyone who's home gets to sleep lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got pictures up yay! They uploaded in 20min- a quick time on this comp- and in reverse order of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Mudd Bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI2A7ABYI/AAAAAAAAALk/g0AkguMwGkg/s1600-h/sillys+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393351752806303106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI2A7ABYI/AAAAAAAAALk/g0AkguMwGkg/s320/sillys+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;                                            Can you tell how me and M'Adam were raised??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI1rZkYfI/AAAAAAAAALc/0HPhx-Gwiak/s1600-h/sillys+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393351747028935154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI1rZkYfI/AAAAAAAAALc/0HPhx-Gwiak/s320/sillys+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Sweet Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI1LgLRoI/AAAAAAAAALU/FA3UumkHi8c/s1600-h/sillys+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393351738466715266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI1LgLRoI/AAAAAAAAALU/FA3UumkHi8c/s320/sillys+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Baby Kadin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI0ronRhI/AAAAAAAAALM/zb5OBwLXoKI/s1600-h/sillys+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393351729912170002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI0ronRhI/AAAAAAAAALM/zb5OBwLXoKI/s320/sillys+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Like Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI0GeiN1I/AAAAAAAAALE/nVD-CqHIm1E/s1600-h/sillys+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393351719937783634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI0GeiN1I/AAAAAAAAALE/nVD-CqHIm1E/s320/sillys+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4542762996924137397?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4542762996924137397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4542762996924137397' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4542762996924137397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4542762996924137397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-can-you-do-but-laugh.html' title='What can you do but laugh?'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/StkI2A7ABYI/AAAAAAAAALk/g0AkguMwGkg/s72-c/sillys+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6580410373769419466</id><published>2009-09-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:52:31.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is...</title><content type='html'>FULL- We were granted guardianship of two children recently: an almost two year old boy named Talon, and a week old baby girl named Kadin. I don't know how long they will be with us, but we are going to love them as our own for as long as they are. I know, I know... Leeda gets along really well with 'Spike' and baby girl has not yet been released from the hospital. Our second baby (we'll find out what we're having soon) is due in March- so like I said, FULL house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY- Spike's b-day is the 8th of Oct.- what do you get a two year old boy?? We are still learning a lot about him, it's funny to see the little quirks he has. Like not wanted to sleep more than a few hours...long nights make for a crazy mommy!! plus, I am really antsy as to when baby girl will get to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESSED- This little boy is such a sweetheart. He loves to share with Leeda, and likes to have him around. I know that my own son being independant and Spike being lax is a great advantage. We are also blessed to have so many of our family and friends supporting our decision to help these kids. I know that the Lord had his hand in all of this- the things that led up to and have happened since make it very clear that we are doing the right thing. We are so blessed in Heavenly Father's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSY- Oh my. My home will never be the same lol. Thank goodness I was too lazy to pack up Leeda's baby things... like bassinette... and that we opted for a 4 bedroom home. Funny how fast they filled up! Oh...any suggestions on where to have the toy box? Bedroom or living room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITING-I am excited to have these kids... my sister in law has/will have two kids the same ages and gender- yeah cousins!! I am excited for christmas this year, one little boy to love his toys, the other to love the wrapping paper! Leeda has been cutting more teeth- and STEPPING! We'll have two walkers on our hands soon... he is anxious to keep up with Spike! I am finally over most of my sickness and M'Adam is excited to have a little girl to hold...all day. :) (He's also excited to plan a backyard- we'll see how that goes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's us for now- not a lot happened before that. But now that I'll have more to write about- I'll keep you updated :) plus, I have some catch-up pictures of Leeda to post! LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6580410373769419466?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6580410373769419466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6580410373769419466' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6580410373769419466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6580410373769419466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-is.html' title='My life is...'/><author><name>Laydee</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-7729139824581826657</id><published>2009-06-22T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:39:49.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaA-TTACK!</title><content type='html'>ok. so tonight must have been 'attack of the creepy critters' at my house. we all went out for a lovely evening with friends...came back around eh 10ish...and the first thing I see is a big fat spider escaping my footstep. not cool. so I rummage for keys and a large 'moth'? comes kamakazi-ing at me and I duck- to find what has landed on my house is a COCKROACH. ga-ross! so after flying outside with my bottle of RAID handy and living up to my at-home reputation of the bug slayer, I felt better and went outback to feed my dogs (poor dogs-late dinner...at least it's cool out huh?) anyway I get the food, and go to fill the water bucket and something dashes past me. now, there are a lot of lizards out here so I think, big lizard, and go about my business. next thing I know I have a furry little MOUSE starring at me. two things came to mind-yuckydiseaseinfestedvermin. and-cute. so I am back in the house now wondering what's waiting in here to attack me and what to do with our new pet- the field mousey. I kinda hope one of the dogs gets it...cuz I don't want to do the honors, but I even more don't want it getting into the house. (pouting face) sigh. ah the 'country' life. my garden won't grow- but the bats and mice and bugs are of plenty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-7729139824581826657?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/7729139824581826657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=7729139824581826657' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7729139824581826657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7729139824581826657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaaaaa-ttack.html' title='aaaaaA-TTACK!'/><author><name>Laydee</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-3895440413799252561</id><published>2009-06-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:50:18.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay okay...</title><content type='html'>so I haven't posted in a while.  let me just stick out my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh- been outta town... helped my sister move in a matter of days... expecting another sister to move-in!... being sick... chasing my crazy son who is into EVERYTHING(we played with pudding today to keep him away from my stuff- yes pics to come later- I'm lazy today)... sick again blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the worst friend ever cuz two friends have had babies I need to visit (in my defense- no sick babies from me)... I haven't called anyone else... so yes I crawled in a hole and TRIED to die- didn't work and I'm BACK. yay right? anyway... sorry for being out of it with b-day shouts and congrats to all the upcoming babies!!&lt;br /&gt;boy for derrick and laurice&lt;br /&gt;girl for max and stephanie&lt;br /&gt;and ?? for emily or britney and their men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for blogging- I'll try to be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-3895440413799252561?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3895440413799252561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=3895440413799252561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3895440413799252561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3895440413799252561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-okay.html' title='okay okay...'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-3606451217346080390</id><published>2009-05-12T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:27:48.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober</title><content type='html'>For the past few days I have been sobering up from my addiction.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little hard to talk about since most people, even family, don't know that I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several months it has been getting steadily worse- affecting my life and my budget immensly. Cravings rule my day and distract attention from the things I need to do. When I can't get a hit, the withdrawls make my body go numb... like I'm missing air. Nothing is right and nothing sounds good. A colorless, tasteless world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sobering up... know that it wasn't entirely intentional- I ran out. My good husband has been supporting me through this tough time and I know that I can come out on the clean side... I don't want my addiction to affect my health or family anymore. I won't even tell you how many packs I can go through in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I addicted to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Debbie Swiss Rolls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-3606451217346080390?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3606451217346080390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=3606451217346080390' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3606451217346080390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3606451217346080390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/05/sober.html' title='Sober'/><author><name>Laydee</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-865430781776807890</id><published>2009-04-23T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:09:01.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEETH</title><content type='html'>LB has TEETH! his two bottom teeth popped out! I can't believe it...my kid has friggin' "teefs".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-865430781776807890?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/865430781776807890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=865430781776807890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/865430781776807890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/865430781776807890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/04/teeth.html' title='TEETH'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-776050585802268708</id><published>2009-04-23T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:39:32.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Teeny blog</title><content type='html'>ujjjjjjjj0rjerl&lt;br /&gt;gh t67 ic buhhhhhm 6tttttttnbujyh 54602.0jbh rv bu 8,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b byggggghjbhjmn hjk vcxi iucx vuidfuidfuisdfiuwroiw roisd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feed me Im awake now&lt;br /&gt;I like the new bananas mommy got. A LOT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I dont want my bottle your cup is funner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-776050585802268708?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/776050585802268708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=776050585802268708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/776050585802268708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/776050585802268708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/04/teeny-blog.html' title='a Teeny blog'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-2879380537746265429</id><published>2009-04-15T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:09:15.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me say: Trouble'sa brewin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;See this ridculously cute little boy? He's going to be trouble.  How do I know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXzRPW11XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_YfS3D2gysk/s1600-h/nikon+drake+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324929611941139826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXzRPW11XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_YfS3D2gysk/s320/nikon+drake+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is funny about sleep. He has started fussing at nap time cuz he only likes to be in a bed. (or the car seat if we're on the go.) When he sleeps by me to nap- he's RIGHT there...a snugly, and here's how sleeping in his own bed goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy2tfCOhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xr_y8tNGx6s/s1600-h/nikon+drake+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324929156172102162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy2tfCOhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xr_y8tNGx6s/s320/nikon+drake+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He already puts up a battle royale to get a taste of food. The other day I let him lick my vanilla ice cream- bad idea. He's a little begger, which may turn out to be a little thief in the upcoming months. And no, grandparents and great grandparents, he doesn't get all he begs for! (by the way I think begging for soda is in the blood!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy2YxX_bI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VYHyIg3ajVE/s1600-h/nikon+drake+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324929150611881394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy2YxX_bI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VYHyIg3ajVE/s320/nikon+drake+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get this charming smile when he gets into something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy2OHmZrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-pzZns0dRE4/s1600-h/nikon+drake+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324929147752310450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy2OHmZrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-pzZns0dRE4/s320/nikon+drake+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he got the socks out of the basket- I have know idea... no one else was home but the two of us! And apparently... socks are guuuddde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy2OHA9ZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FrRpNlZBEIQ/s1600-h/nikon+drake+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324929147749856658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy2OHA9ZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FrRpNlZBEIQ/s320/nikon+drake+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I lay him in the living room, he always ends up facing the boob tube. That's bad I know- but how can I stop it? If I turn the TV off, I can't get anything done...he scoots so fast! (by the way he's trying to crawl...) I have to watch  him like a hawk already... he LOOKS too little to be mischiefy, but looks are deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy1ylZOyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MjjrmIyH3FI/s1600-h/nikon+drake+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324929140361083682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXy1ylZOyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MjjrmIyH3FI/s320/nikon+drake+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly... he's just funny. I was doing yoga and he weasled me off the mat... to sleep. I don't have a pic, but yesterday I gave him a bottle (he can hold them now) and he inched the blanket that was on him to prop the bottle so he didn't have to hold it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry. I know I'm becoming 'one of THOSE moms' but I really haven't been up to much else.  Little is my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! We did take him on his first campout. It rained. It was windy. He was a real trooper and never cried or got upset, he was happy as could be in the tent with daddy even with the scary rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2879380537746265429?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2879380537746265429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2879380537746265429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2879380537746265429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2879380537746265429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-say-troublesa-brewin.html' title='Me say: Trouble&apos;sa brewin&apos;'/><author><name>Laydee</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SeXzRPW11XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_YfS3D2gysk/s72-c/nikon+drake+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-1669082659396204006</id><published>2009-03-25T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:55:47.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I'm sure most of you have read or heard of this book series...which I decided to read to prove how silly it was- I didn't like Bella's attitude...but liked it enough to see how it ended. Now, in no way was I CRAZY about this book. But I knew a lot of people who were... in fact, one family member bought out a theater to see the movie, and another took her kids to the midnight showing! I never did see the movie while in theaters. Mostly because while talking to a friend I was told that they didn't stay as true to the book as I would have hoped. (for time's sake I guess...) and when I saw who they'd cast as actors I was a tad disappointed in a few choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after all the rave I decided I'd see the movie when it came out, and my husband and I jokingly decided I should go at midnight to walmart to get it. (I also did this with batman) THERE WAS A LINE! A billion teens stood in line for this movie, and since I've never really done so for anything, I decided to join in- knowing walmart surely wouldn't run out of the film. An hour later after hearing all sorts of feedback I purchased my copy and headed home a little flabbergasted. I couldn't think of many things that were that trendy in my day that I actually bought into... maybe a boy band or too... but this was like T-shirts and jewelry and all kinds of swag... I am amazed still at how much money a few parents ahead of me dropped on twilight crap for their kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- I had to find out if it was the rave as soon as I got home... and I had one thought: would I have known what was going on if I hadn't read it? I mean they never even introduced the names of 1/2 the friends...or more about his family... am I thinking of later book material?? Idk.&lt;br /&gt;Either way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and another funny thing. You know how you really don't know how you sound to everyone else? Well during the movie, I mentioned that Bella had a non-femine voice, to which my sister and husband looked at each other and started laughing. Thanks. I guess I have a dude voice. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-1669082659396204006?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1669082659396204006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=1669082659396204006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1669082659396204006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1669082659396204006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Laydee</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6651275774978024906</id><published>2009-03-12T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:59:48.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>encore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblLy3fjWII/AAAAAAAAAKM/TK6Tb1ZUEtg/s1600-h/nikon+drake+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312360572722043010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblLy3fjWII/AAAAAAAAAKM/TK6Tb1ZUEtg/s320/nikon+drake+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teeny and his million dollar smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblLyHjxOTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fyHWd9cMKE0/s1600-h/nikon+drake+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312360559854827826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblLyHjxOTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fyHWd9cMKE0/s320/nikon+drake+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found him napping like this the other day... nice. he looks like he's either praying... or completely sobbing: punished. when I tried to move his arms, he didn't have that, he stayed that way for the whole 4 hour nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblLxyKvUmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MHBlaUjocMk/s1600-h/nikon+drake+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312360554112701026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblLxyKvUmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MHBlaUjocMk/s320/nikon+drake+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of my favs... he's in the middle of a cute conversation.&lt;br /&gt;"ungh" is the most often heard... that and a squeal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6651275774978024906?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6651275774978024906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6651275774978024906' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6651275774978024906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6651275774978024906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/encore.html' title='encore!'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblLy3fjWII/AAAAAAAAAKM/TK6Tb1ZUEtg/s72-c/nikon+drake+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-210277673455552468</id><published>2009-03-12T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:47:20.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here ya go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've gotten quite an earful about not posting enough pics... here are some random pics of Little Boy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJmZk3mBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z1SPZDiqPic/s1600-h/nikon+drake+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312358159509592082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJmZk3mBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z1SPZDiqPic/s320/nikon+drake+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJmAa2FwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jeLa3u97gug/s1600-h/nikon+drake+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312358152756664066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJmAa2FwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jeLa3u97gug/s320/nikon+drake+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's such a happy baby... he giggles all the time now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJl-VosFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fjt-Hssra64/s1600-h/nikon+drake+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312358152197943378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJl-VosFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fjt-Hssra64/s320/nikon+drake+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when we get up in the morning, he waits on the couch for 'breakfast'... this is how I usually find him, he likes to lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJlqsIrfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2YNDM5Oc9rc/s1600-h/nikon+drake+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312358146923605490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJlqsIrfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2YNDM5Oc9rc/s320/nikon+drake+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UGH."-  he has that worn out look. cute little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJlbtoSFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/isBsjMyy5uQ/s1600-h/nikon+drake+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312358142903339090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJlbtoSFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/isBsjMyy5uQ/s320/nikon+drake+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this is just the sweet innocent face I get when he's tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how could you not love that face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you "leeda"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-210277673455552468?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/210277673455552468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=210277673455552468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/210277673455552468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/210277673455552468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-ya-go.html' title='here ya go.'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SblJmZk3mBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z1SPZDiqPic/s72-c/nikon+drake+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-2407637450776757704</id><published>2009-03-10T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:58:23.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grunt. (a ticked off tuesday moment)</title><content type='html'>Ok. So here's my adventures for the week so far-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'Adam is out of town :( so I've had to take over project: BACK LAWN.  I'm outside a lot these days... getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk the dogs everyday, or every other day or at least let them out to run in the large part of the yard... but with my honey gone, and grass down that you can't walk on, I didn't quite know how a walk was going to get pulled off...the dogs can be a handful alone, and having to use one hand to guide the stoller seemed impossible. Normally one of us takes the stroller (LB hates the "snugli") and the other both dogs, or he'll just stay home with LB. So today, after chickening out yesterday, I decided I'd better big girl up and do it... poor dogs. So I go out after getting LB ready and sitting in the stoller on the side of the house to get the dogs who are very excited to see me. I go into the pen, leash one and while I'm leashing the other- the first dog jumps on me (a habit we're trying to break him of) and knocks me off balance. I land on BOTH dogs in the mud and the only part of me that doesn't hit dog, is the butt cheek with my cellphone in the pocket of, ready to break my fall... I think the implant is still there. Anyway I try to keep my cool REALLY glad I'd decided not to put LB in the hated snugli (it's like a kid front pack), but the dang dog jumps on me again as soon as I got up- so my feet went flying in circles, kicking at anything close enough to get hit (neither dog, but the kennel and gate) apparently that was all I had to do, look nuts, cuz they were practically perfect for the rest of the walk...strangers included. Beasts. Oh yeah- I need a new cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;AND I rented Beowulf. I didn't like it. The whole computer thing threw me off...was I watching people or Shrek? If you have the actors anyway...why waste the movie with creepy computer crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know pictures. I'll post a billion in a few days- honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2407637450776757704?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2407637450776757704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2407637450776757704' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2407637450776757704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2407637450776757704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/grunt-ticked-off-tuesday-moment.html' title='grunt. (a ticked off tuesday moment)'/><author><name>Laydee</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4190270464305941085</id><published>2009-03-02T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:49:41.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm becoming my father...</title><content type='html'>my dad used to take me out to the farm a lot to 'help'... yeah- like picking snails off orange trees, or supervising the truck. YAY. lol - He always had an UGLY straw hat of some sort, which was in likeness to the one HIS father wore on the farm, and big sun glasses.&lt;br /&gt;when M'Adam and I decided to work on the yard, I thought we needed some trees...so a few valencia orange trees came home (hardest to kill, sweetest juice). I also got a plum tree and started a few seedlings of everything from corn, to lettuce, onions and melons...I can't wait! well, M'Adam buys me this gardening hat... really funny straw thing...and as I was out watering and cultivating my 'crops' with bare feet and ugly hat I thought "CRAP". I'm becoming my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4190270464305941085?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4190270464305941085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4190270464305941085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4190270464305941085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4190270464305941085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-becoming-my-father.html' title='I&apos;m becoming my father...'/><author><name>Laydee</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-36367518947603040</id><published>2009-02-27T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:18:28.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm getting really bad at blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;What have we been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the beginning of the month- I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's weekend we left Little Boy for the first time :( to go camping outside of Florence. Good thing we left him- we woke up from our bedrolls to FROST on everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as his first sleep over, LB had his first horse ride, tractor ride and moto ride recently too. and he's huge. I weighed 10 lbs at his age. HE'S 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We adopted a new dog, M'Adam was really missing the one that left. So we went down to the pound and found a lab/pix that he loves! We named him George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 'labyrinthitis'. not a joke. It was kinda funny actually, cuz I was walking to the right and slanting and stuff...felt like post-bad fair ride. That kept me at home a few days.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time as that, M'Adam got flashburn from welding...so he was practically blind for two days. Poor LB didn't get much play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now trying to work on our yards. M'Adam got a new lawnmower (our current grass is like bean shaped nothing in the front!) and I got a little tree and some garden seeds- YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'Adam's b-day was on the 25th. He's an old man. :)&lt;br /&gt;(everyone else had their birthday this month to- so happy birthday all of you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, it doesn't sound like we're up to much but I'm always busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-36367518947603040?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/36367518947603040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=36367518947603040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/36367518947603040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/36367518947603040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-1985804983690475365</id><published>2009-01-30T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:30:13.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot.</title><content type='html'>well, M'Adam and I went out and got a few things that depend on how good a shot you are. 2 rifles and a camera. :) we got me an AK47 (I look pretty beastly holding it) and he got an AR15... then we got a Nikon D60. it takes AWESOME pictures and I love it... but I'll have to post pics later. sorry- I've just been too busy to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;-organizing the house (still)&lt;br /&gt;-blessing the baby&lt;br /&gt;-a wedding (lots of family in town)&lt;br /&gt;-and a bunch of nothing that takes too much time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom laughs at me cuz for a stay-at-home mom, I'm never there. always running here and there blah blah. I know stuff will simmer down eventually... in a good 25 years lol. but I had to come let everyone know we were alive still, and I have a few b-day shout-outs I'm late on so happy birthday January!! hopefully I'll be more on the ball next month, 'specially since there are a million February b-days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-1985804983690475365?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1985804983690475365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=1985804983690475365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1985804983690475365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1985804983690475365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/shoot.html' title='shoot.'/><author><name>Laydee</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-655575952755655487</id><published>2009-01-14T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:10:17.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we do resolutions?</title><content type='html'>uh- I haven't ever really made a New Year's resolution... goals yes, but most didn't pan out. And since I didn't have anyone to jump the couch for (to get them married this year-most of my friends would cry) I just left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;As almost an after-thought, M'Adam and I decided that we'd each pick 2 areas of our life that we wanted to improve... no set goals- therefore we didn't set ourselves up to fail. :) He picked health and strength, and I picked mental and spiritual. I thought it funny later that neither of us mentioned financial...which we BOTH worry over sometimes. But anyway- I've been working out with my sister in-law for 2 weeks now and trying to cook healthier meals. Today it dawned on me that those where M'ADAM'S areas- hmmm.  And would you know he's doing better with the mental and spiritual? Ironic. I am befuddled as to why we both seemed to ignore our own catagories as far...but it makes me feel like we're truly best friends, and capable of being a team-mate for each other when I really consider it. I know I sure wasn't caring to workout before...and didn't pick my catagories based on "our" needs but my own. But I love the support from my huney to better ourselves in all 4 areas together, and I can't wait to show off my rockin' post baby body- when I get it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-655575952755655487?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/655575952755655487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=655575952755655487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/655575952755655487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/655575952755655487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-we-do-resolutions.html' title='Do we do resolutions?'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6901930308589436566</id><published>2009-01-10T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:39:28.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjOqJcS0pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BCYTqrwzBs0/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289704985831068306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjOqJcS0pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BCYTqrwzBs0/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet boy... he likes to be sitting up, and blowing bubbles... goof ball. He thinks he's a big kid and has to be included. He likes to go everywhere with us- easy baby! Just a happy happy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6901930308589436566?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6901930308589436566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6901930308589436566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6901930308589436566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6901930308589436566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-cute.html' title='So cute!'/><author><name>Laydee</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjOqJcS0pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BCYTqrwzBs0/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4328619123260117389</id><published>2009-01-10T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:10:16.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog at last...</title><content type='html'>Well! We have had a pretty busy month with moving, family get-togethers and all that other holiday stuff. I'm working on not being crazy anymore! Everyone has requested new pictures of the little- so here he is. He's HUGE! He weighs like 15 lbs now. Bigger boy. M'Adam calls him 'LB' for little boy (pronounced lee-da boy)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDY3W3vpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VzOD3C5y2Is/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692594290802322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDY3W3vpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VzOD3C5y2Is/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shooting. We recently got new rifles, just in case they are hard to come by after the new President is in office- obviously, we got some sweet gear too! Funny thing is that he never got scared...all boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDYq6tjEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/07ldu4Dx6OA/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692590951468098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDYq6tjEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/07ldu4Dx6OA/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was while we were moving... see the 'tude?? He's so cool. (I remember as a kid thinking how cool I was...too bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDYZNb0pI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hgfp8Jg9X6E/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692586198160018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDYZNb0pI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hgfp8Jg9X6E/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my fabulous new kitchen...I had to make cookies the other day to celebrate it being clean (pretty much the best cookies I've ever made too!) We really like our new home- I'll post more pics when it's all purty and organized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDYMcg1gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wcBEMi9Lj44/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692582771742210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDYMcg1gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wcBEMi9Lj44/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, we lost 2 dogs on New Year's Eve. We had 3 at our home, Loretta (my littlest sister's dog), Otto (below) and Dolci. I didn't notice they had escaped our yard until about 2 am when Dolci returned. We've spent time looking all over and posted pics and descriptions and despite them both being tagged, we haven't heard a thing. I felt so bad for my sister and M'Adam, as Otto was 'his' dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDX1yQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qnkzt3Hhm6g/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692576688955618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDX1yQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qnkzt3Hhm6g/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'Adam doubts we'll ever see Otto again, since he's a cute dog. So I thought I would post a pic and say what a sweet, hyper, loving fetch mate he was to M'Adam. Despite his chewing and whining at birds, we really did like that little dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4328619123260117389?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4328619123260117389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4328619123260117389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4328619123260117389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4328619123260117389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-at-last.html' title='Blog at last...'/><author><name>Laydee</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SWjDY3W3vpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VzOD3C5y2Is/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-2332149352863517220</id><published>2008-12-15T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:48:44.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything and Everything...</title><content type='html'>ok...so as many of you know, I've been going nuts. That is until I went on STRIKE from almost everything and finally got to take a long hot bath! (showers aren't as good) Now it seems that Heavenly Father is reminding me that it's not always going to go my way, but it'll get done and everything will turn out. So I've given up on worrying finally too! Bring it on world...and it has. It's funny cuz I've always worked better under pressure, and a worry wart...however that works out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo5ZJgIKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7DdwK2XenuA/s1600-h/misc+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280163685839413410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo5ZJgIKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7DdwK2XenuA/s320/misc+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brownies are good. Most of these were eaten in one night...which isn't bad considering. As you can see, we like the edges best. We had a small war on who would eat them...M'Adam came in and ate the corners which everyone knows are the best, BUT we've always agreed that we each got two. Well, M'Adam tried to eat mine, resulting in me running across the house to grab it out of his hand at 5 am. After I ate it with a smirk we both laughed at each other- we're dumb. Lol, I wonder how many brownies will last until he gets home tonight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo4obaVRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qql607iBk1k/s1600-h/misc+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280163672761193746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo4obaVRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qql607iBk1k/s320/misc+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little boy right in the middle is my nephew Reed, who had his FIRST soccer game on Sat. He had more fun running himself into the goal than chasing the pack of children surrounding the tiny ball, but whatever. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo4HWcFUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FBdnZgvv2dw/s1600-h/misc+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280163663881966914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo4HWcFUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FBdnZgvv2dw/s320/misc+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Drake...already such a man. Look at that lounge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo3wFX8TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FK9BTQ2mDRE/s1600-h/misc+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280163657636376882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo3wFX8TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FK9BTQ2mDRE/s320/misc+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe- I think he's cute...I know I know, moms do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo3qhCqJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xlKW9nhQRgQ/s1600-h/misc+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280163656141809810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo3qhCqJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xlKW9nhQRgQ/s320/misc+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND apparently it's hard being little- he passed out like this the other day. I wanted to as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- Much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2332149352863517220?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2332149352863517220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2332149352863517220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2332149352863517220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2332149352863517220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/12/anything-and-everything.html' title='Anything and Everything...'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SUbo5ZJgIKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7DdwK2XenuA/s72-c/misc+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-8047694723905559380</id><published>2008-12-05T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:46:19.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I'm going bald...</title><content type='html'>don't tell me. It would just be one more thing I would worry about... and I'd be mad at the self inflicted injury from pulling my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;So yep that's me- Little Miss Worry Pants.  And of course, my causes of worry are stupid, but can I give them up?? NO. We get to close on our house NEXT WEEK...so yeah I'm worried they will rip our approval away or I won't have all the paperwork correct. Or, I won't have everything packed before the brute squad comes to help us move. (thanks- all our man friends!) I'm afraid to that something will be wrong with the house (My mom and her husband had a few things that the builders "forgot to mention") not the Merry Christmas I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about our new ward...getting my baby blessed blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm worried I shouldn't talk to anyone cuz I have a special knack for being rude without thinking on these kinds of weeks... and no one helps a rudey.&lt;br /&gt;See? All dumb. If our house doesn't close- we'll find somewhere else or stay where we are...if the paperwork ain't done...we'll reschedule for two days later... if the brute squad comes, they'll throw stuff in a box for me, and if the builders mess up my house, well they'll just have to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;In reality- this will all be over in like 2 weeks. And it doesn't matter when my son is blessed as long as we can share it with our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I can know these things but to little comfort? Probly cuz I'm sitting in a house full of boxes and piles and I don't have all the info I need for paperwork. I need to say 'oh well'... but I can't. Who raised me to do that? I love you mom (who by the way NOW can say oh well, so what- 20 years?)&lt;br /&gt;I need to take a long bath...but dr.'s orders are no- I think he's trying to drive me to drink.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to keep to the ticked off tuesday schedule and not let it bottle this big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, I love my son...who for some reason can keep me from packing, sleeping, or getting much alone time with my best friend M'Adam, yet I still adore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-8047694723905559380?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8047694723905559380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=8047694723905559380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8047694723905559380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8047694723905559380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-im-going-bald.html' title='If I&apos;m going bald...'/><author><name>Laydee</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-5029123219550811653</id><published>2008-11-27T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:06:11.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thankful for...</title><content type='html'>This year I am thankful for a lot of things... but I'd have to say that one of the bigger things is family. We've had family stay with us, family we stayed with... family to help and gain help from. M'Adam and I both have families who are fun, caring and there to support us! Our parents have been great this year- and we've had a lot of fun with all our siblings. We've enjoyed our nephews and nieces, cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. We both enjoy living near enough to our families to keep in touch, and hang out- or time we have to be with the members who live farther away. This year we were able to play with most of our family members a few times, which was great- we love when we can all be together...it makes for funnier game nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SS7bfwJErOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MH29YKw3rRU/s1600-h/drake+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273393552242814178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SS7bfwJErOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MH29YKw3rRU/s320/drake+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted this picture because everyone wants to see the new house, and I get in trouble for not updating more...but also because it represents the place where my little family will grow! M'Adam and I are so excited for the chance to grow up together (I'm not sure how much we'll grow up...) and raise a family and this is the place where our son's first memories will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SS7bfkvxVBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-ptFo2lVaQs/s1600-h/misc+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273393549183898642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SS7bfkvxVBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-ptFo2lVaQs/s320/misc+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of him, here's my teeny son! He's 4 weeks old today- and he's so big. The fuzz on his cheeks is almost gone... (sad that I care). I am thankful that we decided to bring him here. I am thankful he has a good father to help him through this life...even if he's already a momma's boy. :) I am thankful too that he comes from our heavenly family and that we can be sealed to him and continue our family into eternity. It's amazing to think that we all shared a family bond before, and Heavenly Father allows us to keep expanding it. I am also thankful to be sealed to my parents, and that M'Adam is sealed to his. I know that our families are made of the people we needed in our lives... Heavenly Father has a way of making everything work, and I have seen my need for M'Adam's family as well as the need for him in mine. Since we have been married, we have both expressed the realization that the bonds with our families have grown. We are both thankful for that! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-5029123219550811653?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5029123219550811653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=5029123219550811653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5029123219550811653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5029123219550811653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m thankful for...'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SS7bfwJErOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MH29YKw3rRU/s72-c/drake+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4748126638607307253</id><published>2008-11-21T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:49:18.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged again-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SSbcC6aOINI/AAAAAAAAAG8/crnGH9IaYtM/s1600-h/Shay%27s+pictures!+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a tagging. And a long one at that!&lt;br /&gt;8 things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm passionate about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-My hubby.&lt;br /&gt;-My teeny son.&lt;br /&gt;-FOOD&lt;br /&gt;-Horses&lt;br /&gt;-Reading (sometimes...and vampires apparently)&lt;br /&gt;-The anti-bug war in my home (oh yes, WAR-raid is a bff)&lt;br /&gt;-Not eating at cheapy restaurant chains like Ruby Tuesday and the 3 that are the same. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;-'The arts' ...music, dance, painting- ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Phrases I use the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-I love you&lt;br /&gt;-MMMMuughght (that means don't)&lt;br /&gt;-Nobody listens ta me!! (will go on my headstone probly)&lt;br /&gt;-HEY! (as an attention getter)&lt;br /&gt;-Why do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;-UH! DE-AR!&lt;br /&gt;-Are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;-Friend (refered to in many connotations, ex: hey friend, get off the road friend...)&lt;br /&gt;honorable mention: I'm just sure (stolen from Spilsbury's... we all say it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Things I want to do before I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-Travel everywhere&lt;br /&gt;-See my children to adulthood&lt;br /&gt;-Get my foodstorage done :)&lt;br /&gt;-Wear a ridiculously expensive designer gown to a fabulous event!!&lt;br /&gt;-Publish a song or two&lt;br /&gt;-Open a business (I have a few in mind...Mwahahah)&lt;br /&gt;-Bury my parents (sounds bad- but I don't want them to have to bury me)&lt;br /&gt;-KNOW that I have a pass card to the level of Heaven I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Things I need RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-A million dollars&lt;br /&gt;-Patience&lt;br /&gt;-2 more arms&lt;br /&gt;-A few more hours to my day (for sleep)&lt;br /&gt;-That black/brown buffet at Razmataz&lt;br /&gt;-A bath (I hate having to wait to take one...showers aren't the same)&lt;br /&gt;-A horse and the land to put it on&lt;br /&gt;-Revelations (the 3rd book in the Blue Blood series- which I may or may not like better than Twilight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Places I want to visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-Rome (after they build the temple)&lt;br /&gt;-New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;-Scotland&lt;br /&gt;-Oregan (My friend)&lt;br /&gt;-Pennsylvania (My cous)&lt;br /&gt;-Louisianna (My cous)&lt;br /&gt;-San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;-Some fabulous island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favorite Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-Baci (Italian)&lt;br /&gt;-Ah So (Japanese) sorry Em, I still like it better than Beni's!&lt;br /&gt;-Cravings (Mexican)&lt;br /&gt;-Abuelo's (Mexica)&lt;br /&gt;-Carraba's (Italian) MMMM bread.&lt;br /&gt;-Frashier's (Steakhouse) MMMM dessert - it's a MUST on my b-day.&lt;br /&gt;-Bahama Breeze (Jamacan?) sadly, they ripped it away from me!&lt;br /&gt;-Rubio's (Baja) MMMM Fish tacos.&lt;br /&gt;honorable mention: Chic-fil-a (thanks to my aunt Kathleen for introducing us many years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TV Shows I watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-Fringe&lt;br /&gt;-House&lt;br /&gt;-How it's made (I'll never eat most lunchmeat again!)&lt;br /&gt;-Paris Hilton's my new bff (sad-lol)&lt;br /&gt;-reruns of Will &amp;amp; Grace&lt;br /&gt;-Bones&lt;br /&gt;-reruns of most sitcoms&lt;br /&gt;-Jump Start (VH1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to tag people...so who ever is left to tag... Sab, Joan, Mom...Aika...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4748126638607307253?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4748126638607307253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4748126638607307253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4748126638607307253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4748126638607307253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-tagged-again.html' title='I got tagged again-'/><author><name>Laydee</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-8206337205079499403</id><published>2008-11-13T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:24:32.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO WEEKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SRynA1HGZlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Sy9y_B6bolo/s1600-h/d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268269296815334994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SRynA1HGZlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Sy9y_B6bolo/s400/d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy's little man is getting bigger. I'm sad. To me, he already looks twice as big as he did at his homecoming. I can't even think about how much he'll change in the upcoming weeks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is already a funny little. He shakes his head side to side before taking a bottle, will not be lulled to sleep until he wants and can pretty much sleep through anything but a diaper change! He is quiet when awake and loves to be cuddled- as you can see he prefers our bed to his... and has taken over our hearts as well as my side of the bed. Oh, and that expression... is a happy one. He has an extensive array of expressions already... and he thinks he's tough! He tries to hold his head up, and succeeds for a good 10 seconds, and today he managed to turn from himself over. Hmm... we'll have to watch out for that. But when he's awake he's a sweet sweet boy, and he looks at me and M'Adam with such love. It is pretty much heart melting to hear him coo at us. I will miss this stage when it's gone. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-8206337205079499403?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8206337205079499403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=8206337205079499403' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8206337205079499403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8206337205079499403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-weeks.html' title='TWO WEEKS!'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SRynA1HGZlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Sy9y_B6bolo/s72-c/d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6117941132037298125</id><published>2008-11-10T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:42:40.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Obama-nation"</title><content type='html'>so... I was up feeding my son this morning thinking of the country and the paths it could take under our new leadership and the things he wants to accomplish. And this play on words came to mind- coincidence?? HMMMM. Anyway, I'm sure a hundred newspapers have already said the same thing- but at 2am I thought I was pretty clever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6117941132037298125?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6117941132037298125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6117941132037298125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6117941132037298125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6117941132037298125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-nation.html' title='&quot;Obama-nation&quot;'/><author><name>Laydee</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-9055643727454588116</id><published>2008-11-03T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:18:23.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing : Drake H. B. S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that these pictures got uploaded in the order I wanted or anything- ugh...but alas, the waiting is over and my son is here! And it was quite an experience. I didn't realize how involuntary the wave of adoration was...and immediate! We love our perfect little...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-Csqh0onI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z0yBvc2Dirs/s1600-h/drake+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570193261404786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-Csqh0onI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z0yBvc2Dirs/s400/drake+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laydee and Drake on our birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was born on the afternoon of my birthday-7.7lbs/21 1/2 inches long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-CsWSiUII/AAAAAAAAAGk/qtfw7Bkfegc/s1600-h/drake+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570187828580482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-CsWSiUII/AAAAAAAAAGk/qtfw7Bkfegc/s400/drake+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-CsN2lupI/AAAAAAAAAGc/R-NN1AoAMQs/s1600-h/drake+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570185563880082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-CsN2lupI/AAAAAAAAAGc/R-NN1AoAMQs/s400/drake+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first moments... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-Cr3AeQUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nILQM8JAKo8/s1600-h/drake+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570179431317826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-Cr3AeQUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nILQM8JAKo8/s400/drake+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-Crd3T9gI/AAAAAAAAAGM/P0gQRcGppl0/s1600-h/drake+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570172682008066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-Crd3T9gI/AAAAAAAAAGM/P0gQRcGppl0/s400/drake+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a few days! I went into to be induced on Wed @ 5am...didn't get seen until almost 8 (lots of babies coming) had to wait until 10 for my drugs to get there since they didn't have that ONE at the hospital...waited the 12 hours for it to run it's course...got started on the labor drug at 11pm that night. An hour later I opted for the epidural...why be uncomfy for unknown amounts of time?? I was having a lot of contractions, but a few set backs...every contraction I had cut the baby's oxygen (the cord was around his belly) and a tiny part of my cervix wouldn't give up. My dr. came at around noon to check everything and realized that baby's head was stuck behind my pelvis...he was unable to lower himself! So the dr. decided to ready the surgery room, but try to pull his head under manually which-thank heaven-worked. Then I got started and 40 minutes and a lot of ice (they had to put me on oxygen for baby-hello cottonmouth) our son was born, without surgery...Yeah. Lots of praying there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My recovery is going well- and Drake is a champ at home life. Just a calm, peaceful boy...for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-9055643727454588116?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/9055643727454588116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=9055643727454588116' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/9055643727454588116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/9055643727454588116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/11/introducing-drake-h-b-s.html' title='Introducing : Drake H. B. S.'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQ-Csqh0onI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z0yBvc2Dirs/s72-c/drake+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6965712451819854654</id><published>2008-10-29T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:45:57.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're at the hospital getting induced...YEAH! (more to come)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6965712451819854654?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6965712451819854654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6965712451819854654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6965712451819854654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6965712451819854654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-from-hospital.html' title='We&apos;re at the hospital getting induced...YEAH! (more to come)'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-3794891879972958550</id><published>2008-10-26T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:23:27.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laydee and the new house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disclaimer: This is M'Adams first attempt at blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQSRI7vn8xI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8H71SFjwzy8/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261489847338005266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQSRI7vn8xI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8H71SFjwzy8/s400/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laydee in her livingroom. Check out that belly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah drywall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQSRIU-iVGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_vddTCLw7J4/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261489836931568738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQSRIU-iVGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_vddTCLw7J4/s400/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah stucco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQSRH8CK4sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aN7m-yEh0UA/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261489830235923138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQSRH8CK4sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aN7m-yEh0UA/s400/DSC01198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah foam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQSRHIL1CNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QrVrnstpUwQ/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261489816317790418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQSRHIL1CNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QrVrnstpUwQ/s400/DSC01186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah wood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we went to the hospital on a false alarm water breakage. Three hours in triage while the nurse checks everything out is not my idea of an ideal saturday but it's better to be safe than sorry right? I just wanted to give a shout out the person (I'm sure it was a man) who decided to put cable T.V. in all the hospital rooms. God bless you. I don't know how they did it back in the day. My poor father had six kids! Can you imagine the countless boring hours waiting and waiting and waiting six times! Props to my Dad. (Mom too. She did all the work I guess). Oh and poor Laydee. She had to lay perfectly still while they monitored contractions and the boy's heartbeat. Her belly was itching really bad and someone was way too into his football game to really pay attention. Maybe the T.V. thing isn't such a great idea. It's debatable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've started working inside of the Mesa Temple. We're changing all the dryers, boilers, water softeners and gas &amp;amp; steam lines. It's really weird to be in there in plain 'ol work clothes while all the workers and patrons are in white. I get some strange looks walking in from people outside in there sunday best waiting for weddings, baptism or whatever. Temple goers are funny about parking too. We have a section of parking lot coned off so we can park work trucks, trailers and forklifts and if we turn our backs for a minute, some woman or old man or whoever, will move a cone and park their minivan right in the middle of us.  Yo! WWJD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M'Adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-3794891879972958550?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3794891879972958550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=3794891879972958550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3794891879972958550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3794891879972958550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/laydee-and-new-house.html' title='Laydee and the new house'/><author><name>Laydee</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SQSRI7vn8xI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8H71SFjwzy8/s72-c/DSC01225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4157595789440286038</id><published>2008-10-19T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:15:08.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged!</title><content type='html'>My cousin tagged me! My task, 6 unique (it said weird- but I changed it) things about me- though I'm sure I could go on forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I love to hate smut tv. Normally someone would admit to being addicted and watch faithfully, or steer clear... me? Not so. I think they are so cheesy, like Paris Hilton's new quest to find a best friend... but, if I see it's on-I have to watch! (although I do dislike truley shows like TMZ or E! true hollywood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I hate to clean the bathroom... cuz it's gross- and it hasn't quite dawned on me that IF I clean it... it won't be. (I am on strike right now by the way... cuz M'Adam makes the messes, so I'm waiting for him to take his turn cleaning) This is the same way I feel about the gas station. GROSS. I would rather fill up 1/2 way twice then stay the whole 10 minutes to fill up. I feel so dirty after going to the gas station... but we've been working on that- I've proudly filled up 4 times in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I like to pretend I'm far away... by playing themed music and cooking themed food. I love home and all- but some days, Italy calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I love a challenge but rarely challenge myself. I feel I work my best under pressure, which stresses me out- I don't know how I manage to be a perfectionist and a procrastinator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I think I can 'tell' what my body needs. For example, if I drink a soda... I can feel I didn't need it. Or I'll HAVE to have a piece of fruit, then feel much better after eating it. I won't eat the same thing in a short period of time most of the time... which makes leftovers hard... and I mentally can NOT eat beef or fish 2 nights in a row. Pregnancy has thrown this all out of whack by the way-me and my daily Kit Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- I can sing. Do most people know? Nope. I am totally shy of it nowadays- you can even ask M'Adam. All he's ever heard is goofy, make fun of people singing... and church(our ward doesn't only sing 20 songs, and I don't read music so nailing those are difficult and usually HIGH). I can belt it out in the shower and when no one is home- but can't seem to even sing along to a song next to another person without eventually starting to me goofy. Gee I can be insecure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'Adam has been feeling left out in the blog dept. so I'll 'tag' him and add his 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- He openly likes smut tv, gossip radio-etc. If there is some scandal or bit of news about a celeb... he already knows. I've tried to get a scoop before him, only to call and he'll tell me. It's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- We have a bad habit of talking like kids. And when I say we... I started it as a pouty thing-then he took it on and sometimes without knowing it one of us is talking like a 3 year old! It drives him crazy... but I've noticed that when I haven't all day- he will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- He's really a laid back guy- carefree, and lax about most things. Until you hit one of his particulars... like a messy car. It really makes his skin crawl. There are strict rules like no food... take out everything as soon as you get home (cab and trunk/bed) and the like. Poor guy married me... queen of eating in the car- which it kills him to compromise on... it makes for some long and funny road trips though, with all of our get and and eat pit stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- He only likes the animals HE wants to like. Like this dog, or that mule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- He is a tenderheart, you might not realize that by looking at him though. I'll look over at him some days completely surprised to see my 6'2, 275 lb. muscle man almost in tears for some cutey reason like he wants to be a good daddy or he misses something- or here's the best example: we had a primary class of 9 yr. olds and our last day of teaching was the week before testimony meeting... the next week some of the kids bore their testimonies... the sweet simple kid ones- he was crying like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- He claims to not like being in the bathroom. Won't do the majority of 'getting ready' in there... quick showers- ya know. BUT I had to put a clock in the toilet room so he'd see how long he stayed in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*- another we'd US thing... we have all this camping crap- and are always on the look out for more. Ask me how often we've GONE camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I told you I could go on forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. no one ever told me I do ... WAY too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4157595789440286038?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4157595789440286038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4157595789440286038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4157595789440286038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4157595789440286038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged!'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6050890284541766</id><published>2008-10-14T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:37:58.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticked off Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Again, Tuesday has come upon me. Nothing fabulous has really happened in the past couple days... I had a dr. appt.- no progress...I could be ticked (the nurse told me to do squats) and...that's really about it. M'Adam's sister Faith came into town so we played with her...ate some really good pie and had a bathroom incident. Hum. I'm glad it's getting cooler outside though- we worked in the garage today and started separating all our stuff to make it easier to move (our garage is the storage place for oh, like 7 different people!) I decided I may also start boxing up my kitchen and office stuff that doesn't get used too often as well. I could be ticked about that. Oh- our house is coming along nicely...they are up to the pre-drywall phase! It looks like a house! I've already got lots of plans for the decor, backyard layout and porch looks I want to go for...which I'm sure will take me a year or two to complete. I could be ticked I'm not ridiculously wealthy. But, I'm actually not too big of a beast the past few days...sorry ticked off Tuesday- I don't feel like ranting! (which I gues is ok cuz Joan didn't either!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6050890284541766?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6050890284541766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6050890284541766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6050890284541766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6050890284541766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/ticked-off-tuesday.html' title='Ticked off Tuesday'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-5851394982621295967</id><published>2008-10-09T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:53:36.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the band wagon...</title><content type='html'>Several of my cousins decided to do a 'top ten' childhood memories today... and since I don't want to be left out... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-playing 'BEAT' with my dad...which always resulted in getting the 'jackhammer' which pretty much meant getting tickled til we almost peed our pants...we finally beat him one day in highschool...he didn't play with us after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-my parents making like 5 different things for dinner...spagetti, which my sister hated, chicken something...breakfast for dinner (eggs in a hole), saurkraut- like 2ce a year...but still- yuck, and of course frito supper...which meant a picnic in the living room! I don't remember eating much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-family living with us... some good times, some not so fun. Sabra made lots of cookies and made us feel cool-dancing around the house, Kathleen helped us make TV shows talking upside-down with faces drawn on our chins, and my aunt Kim, who had my 2 cousins-full house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-pretending to be some animal...like daily- and occasionally in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-breaking my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-having MAROON crushed velvet airwalks...I was so cool, they were the envy of 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-getting to go with my best friend and our moms to get school clothes in San Deigo until jr. high- that was so fun! we didn't go to the same school, but we always ended up with a few matching outfits... just cuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-my little sister STEALING half my blankie...and the maid throwing my half away. (beast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-getting stuck on the porch one night that my mom threatened Brit and I if we didn't stop talking we'd be outside...and we were! we shared a large room, and for some reason didn't like to use it to sleep! (we were let back in 5 min later by the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-getting to go to the beach every summer...and every summer came with Brit's declaration of "I'M NOT GONNA GO TO THA BEACH!"- but we did, and we always had fun getting sand everywhere and boogie boarding WAY out there...which was only waist high!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-5851394982621295967?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5851394982621295967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=5851394982621295967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5851394982621295967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5851394982621295967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-band-wagon.html' title='On the band wagon...'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-7018449464102771472</id><published>2008-10-07T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:45:13.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits...</title><content type='html'>Well, two of my little sisters are in town- so we've been playing...though I'm kind of boring right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was General Conference this weekend...and wow, they were talking to me about a lot of things...I have always had a love for those men, and it makes it easier to do what I need to do at their request (for like 2 weeks). I was thinking this weekend about how we are kind of seeing the BOM stories in action lately. God gives a land of promise to our Forefathers, they establish righteousness, and the gospel is restored...our faith is tested, and tested...we do well and many become a pride seeking people who forget gratitude and the hand of the Lord in their lives. We all know what comes next. HUMBLING. If anyone can describe our current situation as anything less, let me know. But I like that one Authority spoke of the latter days not being to fear and tremble but to be believing. If we are prepared (or preparing) we will be blessed and though the path may be rough, our reward beyond the veil will outweigh ANYTHING we undergo on this earth. Good to kn0w, but hard to remember somehow. They also spoke a little on change, and not letting the stresses of life get to you, and being meek (my challenges)...and armed with my strengthened testimony, I think I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We've kept up on our goals we made for the 100% challenge so far...I hope we can get to the temple soon...and I'm not sure if I should fast-anyone?-nonetheless we are doing better at it than ever before!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited because the last book of my &lt;em&gt;Great and Terrible&lt;/em&gt; series came out early and I was able to snag one- I'm already well into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'Adam volunteered to home teach some inmates at a prison  near town... I'll try to get him to blog about his experience as he describes it so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND- I had a Dr. appt. yesterday...and would you know it...the count down begins! I've started 'dialating'- yeah!(But now for sure can't travel- and we have some exciting family things going on-My oldest little sister gets married not this weekend but next!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-7018449464102771472?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/7018449464102771472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=7018449464102771472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7018449464102771472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7018449464102771472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits...'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4247618746075601454</id><published>2008-09-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:41:20.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Joan-</title><content type='html'>I have been blessed to have two cousins my age. Graduated the same year, blah blah. We've had our close times, and our times of doing our own thing. Right now the other two are in school- one doing the grad-thing(back east), the other doing the little miss school thang(down south). Sadly, our conversations have come to once in a while phone calls when one of us is having an emotional day. I hope they know I love them on my good days too! It's been really great having them...cousins are better than friends, cuz they love you in that family way- the brutally honest way...but they don't have that 'sister dynamic'. The perfect combo. (does that make sense to anyone else?) I've been missing them a lot...two of best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One recently dedicated tuesday to be 'ticked off tuesday' but I don't think I can wait til tomorrow to whine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad, annoyed, and cranky lately. I know- pregnant people do that...but why don't they warn you it's not&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; fixable? I am such a 'debbie-downer, BEAST' lately. This stage sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get out of the house- I have nowhere to go, no desire to get dressed, and once I'm out...I want to be home.&lt;br /&gt;I want new clothes and I can't remember what I looked like before. Maternity is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the physical changes one bit...it's hard to feel attractive when you're a huge bump that MOVES (yeah foot coming out practically) and you're 'leaking'. It takes forever to do anything like shave my legs, or paint my toes...and I'm out of breath by the time I'm done. I'm swollen. NOT SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drying out- and breaking out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed with kids...for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my relaxing baths anymore cuz I can BARELY get out of the tub (and I found a spider on my towel- gross.)&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat- but M'Adam went on a 'diet'...and nothing tastes good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything around my house...and M'Adam has been working a lot- so my helper is gone. How the heck am I supposed to decorate for Halloween- my fav holiday?&lt;br /&gt;It just seems like I have a million things I want to do, but when painting my toes takes an hour- what choice do I have but to wait for help? And now that my helper is gone I can feel it- HELPLESS.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE that feeling. It's the worst...and apparently it won't be going away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I know every woman goes through some degree of this...so why cry when I'm not alone? Then again- I've never been good at the fake smile thing. I'm just done. 5 weeks seems so far away, yet so close when I think of what I want to get done before Baby. I think I'll make a paper chain and count the days- they say you learn everything you need in kindergarten. Yep, a paper chain and some kool-aid.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way- I love Joan, and Bex too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. a b-day shout out for our niece who's 3, and our nephew who'll be 12 tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4247618746075601454?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4247618746075601454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4247618746075601454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4247618746075601454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4247618746075601454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-ones-for-joan.html' title='This one&apos;s for Joan-'/><author><name>Laydee</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-5955275509904100747</id><published>2008-09-26T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:40:30.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...</title><content type='html'>We've been at our goal for a week now! And it's been easier that I thought to keep it up. We decided to do our 'family' study in the D&amp;amp;C...now, I didn't do full seminary- so it's opening my eyes to A LOT! I had no idea the gifts that were given and that J. S. had his taken away for a season. Makes me think twice about doing stuff I know I shouldn't! I've been reading in Mosiah- Abinadi puts it down- I don't think you could have heard him speak and having an ounce of faith, not listened. I've read through the BOM before...but I was like, 15. It's nice to fill in more info (I'm actually keeping a timeline and notes!) I've never felt like things have clicked better! We've been doing good on our 'house' goals too (we're both swearers and are trying not to be, among other things)- I'm glad that so far what I haven't been motivated to do before, is sticking...one more week and we'll have a habit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-5955275509904100747?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5955275509904100747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=5955275509904100747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5955275509904100747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5955275509904100747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know...'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-5305580514889911392</id><published>2008-09-25T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:05:37.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SNvQ_lXP_AI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B6NG0awlMq0/s1600-h/08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250019581410409474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SNvQ_lXP_AI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B6NG0awlMq0/s320/08+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to visit Faith...and brought home a bunch of harvest season goods! Roughly 40 lbs. of peaches...which M'Adam helped me bottle and turn to jam! The jam was so yummy! Thanks to Faith's neighbor, who gave away boxes from her tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SNvQwopaVQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fOq8g5vK4Ek/s1600-h/08+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250019324593853698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SNvQwopaVQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fOq8g5vK4Ek/s320/08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And each of these rows is a different type of apple, or a mix of two. CRAZY. I knew there were like 5... but apparently this wasn't even a big selection when I got online to see what each type was best for. I think I like having just 5. The fun part was that we drove to a little orchard outside of Safford and picked them ourselves! Faith got up in the tree- that was funny. I have to say I did discover one type of apple I recommend trying if you've never had it... the Elstar. MMMM!!! But after the peaches, I'm not sure I want to do the apples- they need to be done...who likes pie? Oh, and anyone that's tried dehydrating...any tips??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-5305580514889911392?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5305580514889911392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=5305580514889911392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5305580514889911392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5305580514889911392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-harvest.html' title='My little harvest'/><author><name>Laydee</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SNvQ_lXP_AI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B6NG0awlMq0/s72-c/08+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-3373350867225698120</id><published>2008-09-18T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:23:37.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It shouldn't be a challenge.</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law just posted a challenge. Well, for me anyway. It seems that no matter how faithful I try to be, the little things get set aside for late night shows or a work of fiction...or I am simply to lazy to get to. The challenge is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily:&lt;br /&gt;personal and family prayer&lt;br /&gt;personal and family scripture study&lt;br /&gt;acts of love/compassion to spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly:&lt;br /&gt;date with spouse&lt;br /&gt;F.H.E.&lt;br /&gt;observing the sabbath&lt;br /&gt;magnify callings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly:&lt;br /&gt;fast&lt;br /&gt;pay tithing and offerings&lt;br /&gt;temple work&lt;br /&gt;home/visit teach (and allow to be taught)&lt;br /&gt;-I'm adding:&lt;br /&gt;add to year supply&lt;br /&gt;acts of compassion to family member&lt;br /&gt;acts of compassion to stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope M'Adam and I can do this (the challenge is 100 days- so roughly until the new year) he has always been a support to things like this, though somedays we seem to slip, and then forget to start again. My problem is that I'd rather do it at night...he is much more of a morning person, and after missing him all day, I don't always give him the time to read on his own. I guess I'll have to be a morning person...might as well, Baby will wake me anyway! AND- you have to start somewhere right?&lt;br /&gt;I hope if anyone else takes on this challenge that we can share knowledge and testimony gained through the spirit and the experiences that will be placed before us- I use the excuse most days that I'm not a better saint because I simply can't be translated and leave M'Adam alone, or that the Relief Society Presidency ain't ready for me. But in truth, I guess I'm too selfish to do the simple things asked of me. Which I am now humbled for; we are given so much, and I am continually blessed despite my shortcomings. I am grateful to have a Father in Heaven who loves me that much...and gives me so many chances to figure out what I already know- life is better, happier, fuller and more meaningful when you are obediant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-3373350867225698120?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3373350867225698120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=3373350867225698120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3373350867225698120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3373350867225698120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-shouldnt-be-challenge.html' title='It shouldn&apos;t be a challenge.'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-8847466928889022564</id><published>2008-09-16T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:36:07.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...maybe I shouldn't read.</title><content type='html'>As you know, I've been working my way through the &lt;em&gt;Great and Terrible &lt;/em&gt;series by Chris Stewart. It's pretty much a look into doomsday with all the glamour of a Tom Clancy novel- but it has the spiritual twists that make it a great LDS read, and reminder of the possibilities. BUT- it is totally freaking me out now that I am into book 5. I am a worrier by nature anyway, and I'm one of those 'has to be perfect conditions' people so doomsday freaks me out as it is. I hate throwing a party without every detail covered...how am I going to do BOOM- now live!!? I've been working on storage...not as far as we need to be, but there's only so much we are able to do right now. In this book senario, the U.S. is hit by a Nuclear missile, taking out the capitol...then hit by 4 Scud missiles (EMP-electromagnetic pulse) which pretty much wipes out our entire government, then all electric anything. Back to the good ol' horse and cart if you got 'em days. Of, course this results in riots, people killing each other over bottles of water- you get it. So, here I am- KNOWING that AZ. Sen. Jon Kyl actually DID write an article about how that would be a huge possiblility for our nations downfall (inviting?) and can I just say little ms. worry is totally freaking out! I'm moving to my aunt's house. :) I'm not so much worried about not having things...other than food and water...I really could wear the same outfit for a week if I had to- tried it when I was a kid one summer. But, I'm worried about having to defend what we do have...I mean what would you do if someone was trying to break into your home because they know you've been storing? Or think you have cash? Sharing sounds like the Christ-like thing to do...but then we have the parable of the 10 virgins...you've been warned...you didn't prepare- you're out kinda thing. And hello- would I be able to harm another person, or watch my husband do, to keep my family safe and fed? M'Adam's cousin thinks it'd be easier to get dead, seeing as it's the end of the world anyway. So...death, or fight/hideout. Sounds like no fun. (And according to the Mayan calendar and 1/2 dozen other sources...it's only 3 years away!!) Gasp. I'm going back to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-8847466928889022564?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8847466928889022564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=8847466928889022564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8847466928889022564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8847466928889022564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/okmaybe-i-shouldnt-read.html' title='Ok...maybe I shouldn&apos;t read.'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-2807580749809163358</id><published>2008-09-16T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:11:48.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love my husband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SM_kTgcQVgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/S3XwhfY2IUY/s1600-h/More+pics!+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246663114687010306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SM_kTgcQVgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/S3XwhfY2IUY/s200/More+pics!+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH! lol- (our poor kids...crazy hair awaits them!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...M'Adam has been really fabulous lately. Making sure all my needs are met and I don't have to do too much. He's making dinner too :) which means yummy food! He's been funny lately- or at least he thinks so, and he has a half obsession with trying to fill the big trash can on dump days with all my stuff (it's a game those mornings to salvage most of our garage) meanwhile, half my front yard plants should be taking the space! (our plants are out of control! I weeded, but the bushes are huge so it didn't really help-) He's also a tough guy recently- he'll come home from work, which I KNOW is stressful at times, with some ranting story of how he almost beat some guy down...most people know he's pretty laid back so that wouldn't happen- although you might get a taco thrown your way on a bad day. Maybe it's a soon-to-be-Daddy thing... and as far as his sweet side goes- maybe I should bake more often.  :) Actually he's pretty fabulous on his own, and I am totally spoiled. Last night he watched football -not a fan- so I got my back, feet, belly rubbed while it was on. I also had a bad day yesterday (woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck- and had scary belly pains...no worries) and he came home and took me out to our favorite restaurant- Baci, a little local Italian joint.  So YAY M'Adam! I love you, and I'm keeping you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2807580749809163358?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2807580749809163358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2807580749809163358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2807580749809163358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2807580749809163358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-love-my-husband.html' title='I just love my husband...'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SM_kTgcQVgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/S3XwhfY2IUY/s72-c/More+pics!+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-3101522180190501087</id><published>2008-09-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:36:19.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking fool-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SMwVhE7XFdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ewVlVcbdqXY/s1600-h/08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245591323982370258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SMwVhE7XFdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ewVlVcbdqXY/s200/08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SMwVTbpC-0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/H1XUueXLjB4/s1600-h/08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245591089561402178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SMwVTbpC-0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/H1XUueXLjB4/s200/08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I woke up with a wild hair...to bake! Now, as before stated- I am NO good at baking, so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where this hair came from I have no idea. I called the 'Master Baker' (Steph) and got a few ideas on what I should make. I came up with Madelines, Red velvet -Chocolate chip cookies, Cinnamon rolls, and Molasses cookies...M'Adam requested Texas sheet cake- so armed with recipes and all my ingredients I set out to make the RVCC cookies (friggin' AWESOME), and the Madelines...which needed some help. I've tried over and over to do these...they are one of my favs- but to no avail. I guess they hate me, or my recipe is that bad! Today I am tackling Cinnamon rolls...we'll see how that goes- yeast isn't my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They started our house! YAY- by now they have done the plumbing too- it's exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. My cousin had a b-day yesterday...she says it's no biggy- but she knows who she is so...b-day shout out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-3101522180190501087?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3101522180190501087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=3101522180190501087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3101522180190501087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3101522180190501087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/baking-fool.html' title='Baking fool-'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SMwVhE7XFdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ewVlVcbdqXY/s72-c/08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-1880179944045033939</id><published>2008-09-10T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:09:32.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Rubbermaid stuff!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know... having a mom who threw more than one Tupperware party I should be ashamed. But, I can't help it. I am a Rubbermaid fan. I have used it for years and kept my collection up and fresh...take alongs for guests and events, red tops for everyday, and the heavy duty for well...the special stuff. I have remained faithful to the brand everytime I get more...though I did try a few before settling on this brand as the best. Yay for fresh food. I was kind of skeptical when I saw the 'green' ware for keeping produce longer...but after weeks of walking by it at the store, curiosity got the better of me and I bought some. OH MY YES! I kid you  not I have had lettuce in the fridge for over two weeks...still crisp. Grapes lasted FOREVER. I totally had to go buy more because I love having produce...but you know how it goes, sometimes you forget it's there and then you find it smiling at you one day...yeah won't happen again! (My mother in-law uses those 'green' bags- which work well too) I have extended my collection to include the reusable water bottles too- which haven't leaked on me yet! Heck- My favorite storage bins are even Rubbermaid tough bins... they are just awesome. What would I do without my Rubbermaids??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-1880179944045033939?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1880179944045033939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=1880179944045033939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1880179944045033939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1880179944045033939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-rubbermaid-stuff.html' title='I love Rubbermaid stuff!'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-7484438391258137200</id><published>2008-09-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:35:45.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Wishing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SL_t8rmrFYI/AAAAAAAAADw/gxusIs4K89M/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170118035412354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SL_t8rmrFYI/AAAAAAAAADw/gxusIs4K89M/s400/fall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SL_t1j6gHmI/AAAAAAAAADo/zSgicQ2GhGk/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the fall. September 1st I set to work putting pumpkin decor around the house, bright colored wreaths...apples and harvesty things- and bust out the smelly good candles that fill my house with the smell of baking (which I need practice at...the only thing I make that I like is buttermilk pie-YUM) I wish the outdoors could match...crisp, cool air that fills you up and smells of tree and clean. Having to wear a light sweater...warm treats feeling toasty in your belly. But no- this season doesn't exist for most Arizonans. It will be summer until like December...then it goes straight to 'winter'...which is colder, windy, and dead everything. No baking- it's too hot, unless you're a trooper like a few of my sisters. No glistening snow. (though I'm glad for no frozen anything too!) Anyone who knows me knows it was a good while ago I left the fashionista part of me behind- but I long for a cold month and a closet full of fabulous coats and knee high boots...and a REAL reason to wear a beanie. Maybe I'll get to have a real fall when I get bigger... or maybe next year I'll runaway to Amanda's... you have fall right 'Manda? I wish I could this year... but the bump will pretty much keep me from going far- though I tried to be sneaky and hint to M'Adam that a trip to Julian, CA wasn't a terrible early birthday gift... &lt;em&gt;apple fest&lt;/em&gt; is going on... the fiddlers will perform nightly soon... and we like pie!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-7484438391258137200?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/7484438391258137200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=7484438391258137200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7484438391258137200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7484438391258137200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-wishing.html' title='I&apos;m Wishing...'/><author><name>Laydee</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SL_t8rmrFYI/AAAAAAAAADw/gxusIs4K89M/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6250491915813020947</id><published>2008-09-02T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:59:14.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant and Rave...then Rant again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SL1t8wzsF6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nT6OdsDGo-4/s1600-h/08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241466431990405026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SL1t8wzsF6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nT6OdsDGo-4/s200/08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is evidence that the night went well... Ahi in your water. We all went to McGrath's for dinner last night...not my favorite, but I've never had a problem there. We met at 7:30... didn't get our bumbling waiter for a while, and had crappy service. Our food (which arrived at 9!) wasn't fabulous and even after taking all that time- people still had missing sides- Yikes. The manager was NOT helpful at all- so the night ended with food in a glass and children drawing on the napkins. I'm sure it will take a while to get me to drive over there again. (AND the food gave me a tummy ache!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SL1tWsW25mI/AAAAAAAAADA/0sO2WVk9UpI/s1600-h/08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241465777960707682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SL1tWsW25mI/AAAAAAAAADA/0sO2WVk9UpI/s200/08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a bird dog! M'Adam and Otto went on their first dove hunt and had a blast! It was my job, as per tradition, to get donuts from a local shop and since I couldn't shoot anyway- the boys left without me...M'Adam got his limit- which is great! (now we have to eat them though) and Otto was completely comfy being around all the hunters, guns, and birds. He even helped retrieve a few, which came back a little knawed on...but he's still in training. :) M'Adam had a lot of fun and I was glad to be around family in the relaxing country atmosphere. (plus grandma Evelyn spoils us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? - they are supposed to start our house soon...hopefully this week- YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that- I just hate politics. Maybe I'll get into it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH- and thanks to Amanda I'm reading that series the Great and Terrible...on number 4...it's good! (M'Adam said after I was telling him about it that Tom Clancy already wrote that- obviously without the spiritual aspects. Not the same...boys don't get it do they?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister is crazy... she wants fairy tale dresses at her reception- and a bubble machine. Gotta love 'er.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6250491915813020947?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6250491915813020947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6250491915813020947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6250491915813020947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6250491915813020947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-and-ravethen-rant-again.html' title='Rant and Rave...then Rant again.'/><author><name>Laydee</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SL1t8wzsF6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nT6OdsDGo-4/s72-c/08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-2131210536927901893</id><published>2008-08-29T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:29:19.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of little somethings...</title><content type='html'>I miss Shamu.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLgjjcooCxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/F-qfTOUMXfc/s1600-h/More+pics!+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239977258334554898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLgjjcooCxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/F-qfTOUMXfc/s200/More+pics!+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLgjIoA1FFI/AAAAAAAAACw/lpcs_VLCGf0/s1600-h/More+pics!+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been having a lot of rain and "storminess" the last few days...last night was a big FAT storm...with tons of lighting- no joke it was going like a strobe light! We even brought the dogs in for the night- which never happens! We pretty much unplugged everything, and opened our blinds and watched the 'show' til we fell asleep. It was nice...'cept it'll be muggy today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're off on a mini adventure this evening- My dad invited M'Adam to go dove hunting this season...so Yuma here we come! Hopefully, we'll make it home with the crib this time. It'll be a funny trip-we're taking furniture to my mom's mother...(I don't say g-ma cuz I don't claim her really...long story) and we'll come back with furniture for our home from my grandma (dad's mom). And some Chili Pepper!(really REALLY good "dirty little burritos")...oh! anyone have any good dove recipes??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now at 31 weeks...yikes... and I've decided to heck with birthing classes- $70 bucks for something M'Adam can't get to anyway cuz of work, and I'll forget during labor...no thanks. I figure if the women in the bush can do without, I can too. I'm getting to the point where Baby can come out now...if he wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! We got our loan for the new house!... Our first time in Escrow- weew! The gal said it should take another week to get our building permit, so they might start as soon as the end of next week! (if you care to check it out, go to &lt;a href="http://www.mattamyhomesarizona.com/"&gt;http://www.mattamyhomesarizona.com/&lt;/a&gt; , we're in model 250 or Dalea!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I probably won't get to blog til we get home- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Labor day...hit the good sales for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a shout-out to Brother-in-law Dan, who's b-day is the 31st!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2131210536927901893?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2131210536927901893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2131210536927901893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2131210536927901893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2131210536927901893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/lot-of-little-somethings.html' title='A lot of little somethings...'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLgjjcooCxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/F-qfTOUMXfc/s72-c/More+pics!+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-268762593366790519</id><published>2008-08-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:23:56.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mexico this year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past few years, we've gotten to go down and help with branding at the end of August. This year, with everything going on near the border and being a big bump...we probably won't get down there. I'm a little sad- it's the only time I get to ride a horse...and I have a two-year tradition of getting to throw down the last, smallest baby cow down for her brand and shots. Who's gonna do it for me?? But, we've had fun in past...here are some fun pics of last year!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRGz5R94wI/AAAAAAAAACo/CHbzJHq2rQU/s1600-h/More+pics!+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238890123902182146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRGz5R94wI/AAAAAAAAACo/CHbzJHq2rQU/s200/More+pics!+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Max and Jackie with all the grandbabies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRGgaTzOLI/AAAAAAAAACg/s6__mUGl6Tg/s1600-h/More+pics!+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238889789170858162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRGgaTzOLI/AAAAAAAAACg/s6__mUGl6Tg/s320/More+pics!+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Father and sons getting the work started...and the 'Nina Fresca' in the back (Max's mule)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRGK0pzz6I/AAAAAAAAACY/QIanAAfHvaY/s1600-h/More+pics!+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238889418285371298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRGK0pzz6I/AAAAAAAAACY/QIanAAfHvaY/s200/More+pics!+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Santa Maria... the cowboy from the ranch- he's a funny old dude, never can tell what he's saying when he talks... but I always get a smile and a nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRFzDGYHzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/250WwKDRlDI/s1600-h/More+pics!+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238889009846427442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRFzDGYHzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/250WwKDRlDI/s320/More+pics!+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'herd' crossing the river, which I hear is chilly if you get dumped in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRFVJZd9PI/AAAAAAAAACI/4QC-bj8DJB4/s1600-h/More+pics!+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238888496141038834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRFVJZd9PI/AAAAAAAAACI/4QC-bj8DJB4/s200/More+pics!+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the ranch house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRE-elZ4WI/AAAAAAAAACA/7REGyU3bavY/s1600-h/More+pics!+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238888106691256674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRE-elZ4WI/AAAAAAAAACA/7REGyU3bavY/s320/More+pics!+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why but one of my favorite parts of the ranch is the road in. You have a dropoff and the riverbed on one side and a little ditch on the other...it's really shady and calm...especially early in the morning! Aside from all that- I'll also miss eating meat and green chili burros from the 'disco'... but I won't miss being stinky- or racing to get home on the 'moto' to get the shower while it's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-268762593366790519?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/268762593366790519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=268762593366790519' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/268762593366790519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/268762593366790519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-mexico-this-year.html' title='No Mexico this year...'/><author><name>Laydee</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SLRGz5R94wI/AAAAAAAAACo/CHbzJHq2rQU/s72-c/More+pics!+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-7628393214793819812</id><published>2008-08-22T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:58:28.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe... Big Dork</title><content type='html'>ok, repeat maybe...but I'm getting things added to my 'next 6 months' plate...&lt;br /&gt;my little sister Britney is getting married! In October no less (I don't know if I'll be allowed to go-it's in SanDeigo) and she needs some been-there-done-that help... which is fun, but hello- I'm a big bump right now, there's only so much I can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note- M'Adam and I are trying to build a house (we just decided)- I say trying til the loan goes thru- it will be close to where we are, and fabulous! But if all goes well, we'll be packing and moving with new baby- AHHH! There goes my project nursery!... so, my 'get the house perfect' goal may come to a slow...why paint if I'm leaving right? Anyway...if we get the loan I'll post more info on the house. But that adds to my life completely going topsy turvy on me...by January...all sorts of new stuff will have come about! I've gone thru major life changes before...but this one seems different- maybe because of Nancy...but I'm sure we'll be happier than we are now after all is said and done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also feel the crunch for Baby... he's moving so much now and things are getting tight...I'm at 30 weeks today! I still haven't registered for birthing classes (yikes!) and M'Adam and I, as well as the Dr., think he might come early...according to the  '147 days' after movement rule, he'll come a full two weeks early! I can feel the other signs too...yesterday I was way too emotional for no reason...AND I couldn't stop myself from putting up the bassinet. The only thing that kept me from packing my hospital bag was the look I'd get from M'Adam :) And today I've been cleaning and re-cleaning all morning...nesting if you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-7628393214793819812?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/7628393214793819812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=7628393214793819812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7628393214793819812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7628393214793819812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-breathe-big-dork.html' title='Just Breathe... Big Dork'/><author><name>Laydee</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-3102808666842453308</id><published>2008-08-18T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:11:48.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie's B-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SKlkn0q0E_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VdMTl4c_EdY/s1600-h/More+pics!+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235826677110805490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SKlkn0q0E_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VdMTl4c_EdY/s320/More+pics!+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Normally I'd just do a shout out...but she's not doing a big b-day deal cuz we all forget how old she really is- wink. So...seeing as there's no sappy old lady card I figured I could get away with a blog. Steph is one of my best friends, and one of the first members of M'Adam's family that I got close to. We live near each other so we are able to hang out a lot, she's always there to hear my sob stories or laugh at my 'retard' moments. I appreciate her sisterhood and am really glad she married M'Adam's brother!  It's funny how when you get married you find that you need the members of your spouse's family...and I needed her, she's such a fun spirit and a great support to all of us! I can't imagine our family without her dazzling smile...or the cheeseballs she makes...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-3102808666842453308?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3102808666842453308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=3102808666842453308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3102808666842453308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3102808666842453308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/stephanies-b-day.html' title='Stephanie&apos;s B-day!'/><author><name>Laydee</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SKlkn0q0E_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VdMTl4c_EdY/s72-c/More+pics!+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-2857850478210410426</id><published>2008-08-18T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:59:58.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog saga continues...</title><content type='html'>So...I love dogs but mine are driving me nuts. My mom's dog went home...but the the other 'new' dog likes to dig. She's made herself a sleep hole that doesn't seem to stop growing...and a few others have grown too. Also- our little dog is a jumper (really annoying) and she's become one too in what a week? Come on now. Oh well, she's happy and it can be fixed right? Then this morning when M'Adam was leaving for work, He went to get something from the yard to throw out...two of the dogs wandered out and were checking out the driveway...then out of nowhere the other dog decided not to be good anymore and BOLTED down the street...nice how-do-you-do at 3:30 am. So I hop in the truck and drive all over trying to find her and the little dog who had decided to follow...I'm tired, want to kiss my honey goodbye, and I'm getting a sore throat...not my best morning. I get down the street and can see them...Dolci hopped in the truck bed knowing she was in trouble...but Otto decided he didn't need to listen and ran off again. I found him barking and running up and down a neighbors fenceline, bugging their dogs...nice. He was too interested to obey still so I had to stand in his path and intercept him while trying not to get runover! I get them back to the yard...and both sit down and look at me like, "what?"- Oh they know!!  I just hope my day doesn't follow suit...that seems to happen often, but I like having &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2857850478210410426?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2857850478210410426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2857850478210410426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2857850478210410426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2857850478210410426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/dog-saga-continues.html' title='Dog saga continues...'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-5110604939032344427</id><published>2008-08-15T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:50:17.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruden-Deeden-Doo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SKXzA-wD1tI/AAAAAAAAABo/w3Wo7uOt0co/s1600-h/More+pics!+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234857340058195666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SKXzA-wD1tI/AAAAAAAAABo/w3Wo7uOt0co/s320/More+pics!+269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stole that theme song and gave it to my nephew, Reed(4). He's a pretty funny little kid...so I thought I'd share a few little tidbits, seeing as his mom doesn't blog...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were in the car and Reed says very seriously, "My aunt Stacey called Mommy last night- she was really scared...she heard a noise!"   I thought ok, so he's an eavesdropper...whatever and I smiled and made some 'oh no' comment or something. A few seconds later in an even more serious tone he added, "I think it was the Saskwatch."   That was new... so I looked at him funny, and he then told me that they eat people. I tried so hard not to laugh- he was so serious! Later he asked if I'd ever seen one- No...had he? Then I got my favorite Reed response, "Nuh...Huh" ( it's means no...uh huh). Wonder where the siting took place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two months ago Reed was DYING to have a pet. His mom has little tolerance or practice with indoor animals, and he's not the gentle-est kid, so she was having a hard time choosing the right pet to bring home. She finally decided to take a trip to the PetSmart near our homes. They looked at 'dirty' fish, 'noisy' birds, kittens and puppies...all veto'd for one reason or another... being gross, fur, litter... blah blah. Rodents and reptiles had not even been considered.  She asked an animal expert (they really call themselves that) about a good pet for a little boy...the answer- a RAT. Now, for those of you who've met my sister-in-law...this was not ok. The guy pulled one out and Reed was completely in love with the little rodent display already wanting one or the other... Steph almost threw up. The guy asked her and Reed to pet it, and she replied that she would not be handling it at any point...so he could pet it. The guy asked her how she was going to get it out of the cage...after about 5 minutes of deliberation, Steph decided to touch it. This of course was the result of some major reassuring that it was clean, and friendly. She stuck a finger out and the thing curled it lip to smell her- she SCREAMED thinking it was going in for the kill. Reed, who had wandered to another isle, heard and came running back with a bag of bird blocks and a look of terror from the scream. He asked to have a pet and the blocks... then came the ultimatum. Bird blocks, or the rat... Reed chose the blocks. So, no pet for Reed!  He was happy enough with his blocks... but Steph felt bad so a few weeks later she got him a single fish. It's named Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed has a pretty extensive collection of cars and trains... and the crazy part is, he knows them all. Anyway he's always trying to get everyone to play with him, not wanting to share the good ones and I don't think he's left the house without a proper handful of cars. M'Adam and I kept him overnight once and when we woke him up at 8 for waffles, he yawned, rubbed his eyes and said, "will you play cars wis me?" - too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-5110604939032344427?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5110604939032344427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=5110604939032344427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5110604939032344427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5110604939032344427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/ruden-deeden-doo.html' title='Ruden-Deeden-Doo...'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SKXzA-wD1tI/AAAAAAAAABo/w3Wo7uOt0co/s72-c/More+pics!+269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-398846969063553008</id><published>2008-08-14T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:23:54.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life comes at you fast!</title><content type='html'>I had a Dr. appt. the other day...everything went really well- so well that my new due date is Nov. 3... a week different then the first but geez! I'm trying to stall as it is! It's so crazy to think that we have so little time before Baby arrives! M'Adam is so excited- he can't wait- he's already talking about adding on! I myself am starting to get nervous...mostly the physical stuff...pushing out a kid is getting more real everyday I feel him move...and I only have a little over a year before someone calls me MOM! Crazy!! I already know that he will grow up way too fast- they all do. I guess I should try to enjoy the next few weeks...while still mobile...and not think about all I have to prepare for, easier said right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old...which is silly- the other day I cleaned my room up really nice, and looked at it long and hard after I was done. It is all grown-up and pretty...I almost had to umake the bed and jump...and buy something bright and obnoxious to take the edge off of 'growing up'. That's crazy too- being (as my dad says) a "bigger girl!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things going on- siblings moving, people joining our family (Emily and Wendy are both engaged), babies- I can't imagine how dramatically our lives will be changed in the next 6 months- for the better- it seems so great right now, and we are so blessed to have our fortunes continue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-398846969063553008?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/398846969063553008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=398846969063553008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/398846969063553008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/398846969063553008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-comes-at-you-fast.html' title='Life comes at you fast!'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-2378018916613567533</id><published>2008-08-09T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:02:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SJ4D6YdYgBI/AAAAAAAAABg/PDdd9KyzLww/s1600-h/08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232624118584082450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SJ4D6YdYgBI/AAAAAAAAABg/PDdd9KyzLww/s320/08+006.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well- You asked for it. So, here it is...a "Nancy" pic. No cute- I haven't done my make-up in some time...but at least my hair ain't in a pony tail! As you can see...still not very big, but like I say- that kid is up in the back... and he likes it. He discovered recently that he could turn upside-down and kick my in the guts... knocks the air outta me! So I KNOW he's his father's child! (oh- and in my defense... I am really tired right here.) The next preggy pic I post will be of my new swim suit- it's friggin' funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2378018916613567533?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2378018916613567533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2378018916613567533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2378018916613567533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2378018916613567533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/bah.html' title='BAH!'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SJ4D6YdYgBI/AAAAAAAAABg/PDdd9KyzLww/s72-c/08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6747704187955225854</id><published>2008-08-09T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:52:51.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SJ4C41A4qoI/AAAAAAAAABY/ilZB57aIG3Y/s1600-h/08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232622992377817730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SJ4C41A4qoI/AAAAAAAAABY/ilZB57aIG3Y/s320/08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This WAS my favorite place to get dessert... Gelato Freeze. Now- it's nothing! I was so heart broken to walk up to it...all happy and contemplating the day's flavor and BOOM. No more gelato. I think I might have cried inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, are they trying to crush a pregnant woman's dreams?? How could they?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6747704187955225854?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6747704187955225854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6747704187955225854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6747704187955225854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6747704187955225854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-no.html' title='OH NO!'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SJ4C41A4qoI/AAAAAAAAABY/ilZB57aIG3Y/s72-c/08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-2503951816993785510</id><published>2008-08-08T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:28:04.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-shift pound?</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows we have our two dogs...Dolci, a Lab/Dalmation mix- and Otto, a German shorthair (though he totally acts the hound way). M'Adam and I have recently reconsidered if it was a good idea to have them around- they don't get too much attention when it's so hot...and we feel bad for not working with them, especially the puppy. Well I called a few shelters- all full...I guess people can't afford to feed animals anymore. Then I felt REALLY bad. So we made a few goals and decided they would stay...and then we inherited my mom's Rottweiler for a week while she vacations, and the dogs get along great so no biggy right? Other night M'Adam's sister calls us- she has taken charge of the family dog Dubie, a CockerSpaniel, who out of anxiety had started completely trashing her home...poor Emily and poor Dubie. So Doggie number 4 has come to stay with us, already tried to run away-which is understandable...no familiar dogs (she had a 'playmate' in Mexico) and no 'Mommy'...I'd run away too! Thankfully she had a tag and didn't get far at all...silly dog left in the AFTER a storm and was probably terrified! She was really happy to be back in the yard though- and we boobie trapped her in, so I hope she's ok 'til she can get a ride back home to Mexico.  But it's funny...the other day we considered no dogs...and now our yard is full! (no- we are not offering a drop-off service!) But hey- we love dogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2503951816993785510?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2503951816993785510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2503951816993785510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2503951816993785510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2503951816993785510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-zoo.html' title='Make-shift pound?'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-7977630203550528699</id><published>2008-07-29T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:36:32.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little car for Laydee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SI9DMpGdyiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T7fFjnDXfaE/s1600-h/corolla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228471576870898210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SI9DMpGdyiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T7fFjnDXfaE/s320/corolla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we decided to lease a smaller, more fuel efficient vehicle (it was costing a fortune to drive the diesel truck) and this is what we got: a '09 toyota corolla. It handles well, isn't white-like everything else in our driveway-and the best part, it's cheap! We are having trouble trying to find a name for it...I thought Yoko would be funny seeing as it's Japanese, but M'Adam didn't agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on Project: My house lacks me cleaning my kitchen really well before being done with my clean house obsession- and maybe a tile cleaning. Thankfully I didn't include the garage on my to-do list...as it will never be done:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on Baby: He's growing! I had another appt. last Monday, and I had finally stepped past my starting weight and I'm getting bigger too (sorry I'll have to get some pictures taken). Most people say I don't look too big, but Baby lays in my back. I'll officially start my 7th month this Friday- which is friggin' scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on Adventure/Cottonwood: M'Adam &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be done with the project this week- YEAH! Hopefully we'll get to keep him around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND- I have to shout out to my cousin Joan...she had a b-day...I think yesterday if I'm not insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-7977630203550528699?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/7977630203550528699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=7977630203550528699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7977630203550528699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7977630203550528699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-car-for-laydee.html' title='A little car for Laydee'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SI9DMpGdyiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T7fFjnDXfaE/s72-c/corolla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-2726783545671130052</id><published>2008-07-23T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:07:36.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Books!</title><content type='html'>Growing up I used to like reading...not enough to always have a book going ( I was &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; busy) but I read at least 8 books a year. When I HAD to read books for school, it somehow got less exciting...and I didn't pick the habit back up until after a few semesters at MCC. I was working at a restaurant in Mesa a few blocks from the temple...so on my breaks I would take a lunch and a book to the grounds and read. It was a good unwind from dealing with the job! I of course started reading a lot of LDS books, seeing as Seagull is right there...whenever I'd finish one I'd pick up one or two more. Well, around that time I met M'Adam, and caught up with him for breaks instead of reading, and it did not occur to me that I had stopped reading all together until a few weeks ago when my sister in law recommended a book series...I am now done with the second book ( it took a while to get into) but I also read a book in between- I'm turning into my cousin! she reads a book every few days it seems! But with time at night to not have to shut off the light- I am rekindling my passion for the written word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So -please leave me your recommends...I'd love to get into some new great books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2726783545671130052?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2726783545671130052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2726783545671130052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2726783545671130052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2726783545671130052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-books.html' title='More Books!'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-2399842394578122307</id><published>2008-07-19T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:43:33.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower me!</title><content type='html'>Today, I had my first baby shower!...My friend Meghan and I have been friends for almost 20 years, and she will be going up north for law school in the near future. Seeing as I have a few other cousins and siblings, as well as friends that are in the same boat-Meghan threw me an early shower especially for all my school bound friends. (Sad they won't be close for the baby's birth!) We had a lot of fun, we played some fun games and I got some fun gifts...like a bassinette that has a light, plays music, vibrates and rocks the baby-to heck with that-I'M sleeping in it!! I got some cute clothes, bath stuff, a boppy, and all sorts of baby necessities. It was fun to have a handful of friends together at the same time! I have to admit, I didn't know if I should be too excited for the whole shower thing...but now that this one was fun, I am looking forward to further celebrating with the rest of my family and friends in the coming months before and after Baby arrives- and getting my nursery completed! I'm finally getting to the most exciting part of 'Nancy'- celebrating with friends, actually noticing changes to my belly size on a weekly basis...and the anticipation of being nearly done!! yeah! It is nice to have so much support and excitement coming to us from all whom we love so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2399842394578122307?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2399842394578122307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2399842394578122307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2399842394578122307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2399842394578122307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/shower-me.html' title='Shower me!'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-752233315587985569</id><published>2008-07-17T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:05:27.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairyette or Silky Smooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SH9m300AuCI/AAAAAAAAABI/SlaKDaIC5vw/s1600-h/razors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224007202028697634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SH9m300AuCI/AAAAAAAAABI/SlaKDaIC5vw/s200/razors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessity right? You'd think that since shaving is sort of a standard in this country-they would GIVE them to you...instead, no matter how you go, for quality you end up paying like two dollars for two shaves! Or...you could murder your legs for cheap, but you really wouldn't have that 'check me and my sexy legs' thing going. I recently discovered that disposables are about the same as buying the cartridges-and that's good for me, cuz I will not buy those anymore...a few years ago I bought some and was bringing them home and as I went to change the cartridge I wondered how clean that handle thing could be-I think I'd had it a while...it didn't LOOK dirty, but I immediately threw it out and won't go back, I would be nuts to lysol a razor right? I was thinking about this because I have to keep mine stocked up...and I pulled out a newby this morning and realized that the whole woman regiment thing is annoying (tweezing, shaving, face gunk, waxing and bleaching, teeth whitening, hair crap...no wonder we're cranky-M'Adam's sink has almost nothing under it!) and pricey- if the world blows up- I hope I'm inside a Target. (And I'm hiding the cookies.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-752233315587985569?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/752233315587985569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=752233315587985569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/752233315587985569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/752233315587985569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/hairyette-or-silky-smooth.html' title='Hairyette or Silky Smooth'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SH9m300AuCI/AAAAAAAAABI/SlaKDaIC5vw/s72-c/razors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-8645188664838952855</id><published>2008-07-15T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:59:55.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Pony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SH1E5q6v7ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lha9BmcYnZs/s1600-h/dream+pony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223406900383575442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SH1E5q6v7ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lha9BmcYnZs/s320/dream+pony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had a pony. Well to be technical, a horse- and if I were rich...I'd have one of these bad boys. I have always enjoyed riding and looking at horses. Everytime we go to Mexico I beg M'Adam to ride at the ranch with me...that's the only chance I really have to ride. This year we probably won't be going due to trouble over there and my swollen belly-so I'm going to miss out on my once a year ride!:( M'Adam has mentioned getting me a pony someday...but I think he's teasing. Whenever we talk about buying a home in the future we talk about having property...and he recently told me we should buy a house pony ready. It makes me really excited but sad too- I would love to own horses, but M'Adam doesn't do the whole 'pleasure ride' thing. So it's only a personal passion (I guess I should be happy enough he wants to indulge it right?) If I do get a horse I know it won't be a billion dollar, jet black, long curly maned Friesian...but M'Adam doesn't drive a Farrari so, I'd be perfectly fine with what I get, as long as it goes. I've also contemplated running a grooming and 'babysitting' gig for the local horse owners in case my own doesn't come soon...but again, Nancy means no pony play for now. I hope my children love animals as much as I do, and hopefully one day we'll have a Friesian and a Farrari!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-8645188664838952855?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/8645188664838952855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=8645188664838952855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8645188664838952855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/8645188664838952855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dream-pony.html' title='My Dream Pony'/><author><name>Laydee</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/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SH1E5q6v7ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lha9BmcYnZs/s72-c/dream+pony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-3915146562044672844</id><published>2008-07-14T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:53:50.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love M'Adam</title><content type='html'>This is just a 'thank you' to my wonderful husband with whom I shared an awesome weekend. The greatest part was that we really didn't even do anything-it is just great to have time with my best friend! We did have a few funny moments though. We had planned a stay in date night for Friday(we have a once a week date night) and so I went about shopping and prepping to make everything perfect. We were going to have slow cooked baby-back ribs, which would take about as long to cook as it would for M'Adam to drive home. He didn't end up leaving work until 6ish...then, since he had decided to bring the trailer back, he went to load up. The lights went out- and it took a good while to get a new fuse, and fix everything in working order...he didn't end up getting on the road until a little after 8. Instead of calling off dinner-I went ahead and put the ribs in and figured we'd have a 10:30 dinner, which was fine cuz he'd want to eat anyway. Oh- have I told you my oven is tempermental? It didn't even start cooking the ribs by the time M'Adam arrived. Sigh. Well by that time I was starving and M'Adam had the idea to just finish everything else and hope our 'fancy' cookware could finish the job(we spent a fortune on saladmaster cookware a while back-it's awesome!). By the time M'Adam showered and the food was ready it was a little past midnight...and the oven kicks on! I took advantage and made brownies for dessert- so yeah midnight dinner of really good ribs! The next day we spent helping each other around the house and visiting with a few friends, we went to dinner with my mom and her boyfriend and just lounged in the spots in between. Yesterday I tried to make bread- didn't rise at all so it was like a pound bread- but M'Adam ate it anyway and we(he) put his dirt bike back together and got it running. So, see? Nothing too fabulous went on...except some quality time- which was much needed for him to detox from weeks of no weekends and for me to just have my love for more than a few sleepy hours! It was good to feel missed too, for both of us to not care if we did anything but hang out together...and it was funny because we noticed that in the other's absence we've both taken on funny quirks the other has. I guess we just love each other! As you can guess, we were both sad for him go this morning... hopefully he is granted a day next weekend to play with me again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-3915146562044672844?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3915146562044672844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=3915146562044672844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3915146562044672844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3915146562044672844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-madam.html' title='I just love M&apos;Adam'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4311268893698394351</id><published>2008-07-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:24:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is watching us...</title><content type='html'>Somedays you wonder how your 'victim of circumstance' ways don't catch up to you...then they do and you're in a hole. Well, M'Adam and I have had some pretty dumb things come back to bite us...and this time it was the IRS. Neither of us are tax geniuses, and making a small mistake happens pretty often I'm told, but when I got our corrective notice I freaked out! We aren't rich or poor, but we've been trying to pay down debt, and collect food storage and baby stuff, so most of our 'extra' cash is spent quickly. So, I'm freaking out wondering how in the world we are going to pay by the due date (which is close)...and I remember that M'Adam had previously talked to the friend we got the trailer from, to return in. He didn't think it was worth it to have if I wasn't going to be able to gypsy with him in the coming months. Well it just so happened that the rent that would have been due to keep the trailer parked, was for the next month and needed to be paid this weekend. But with him pulling the trailer out-we owed only for the electric from last month. So-Vio-la!-the money to pay our bill! Just a little reminder of how God has a hand in our lives and won't let us fall too far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4311268893698394351?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4311268893698394351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4311268893698394351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4311268893698394351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4311268893698394351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-is-watching-us.html' title='God is watching us...'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-5595191213827512592</id><published>2008-07-07T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:03:48.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana and Chocolate</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago, M'Adam was watching a tv program about the best top whatever songs from the 90's... and of course number one is 'smells like teen spirit'. No offense to Kurt Cobain, but I hate that song. Over the weekend I thought of a couple of things that are also totally over-rated...or under-rated-here's my top of head list- add if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-rated:&lt;br /&gt;-stupid songs&lt;br /&gt;-BOOBS!&lt;br /&gt;-having a tan(that's right Mom)&lt;br /&gt;-certain actors..eh hem..Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;-tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under-rated:&lt;br /&gt;-ice water&lt;br /&gt;-bedsheets out of the dryer&lt;br /&gt;-chapstick&lt;br /&gt;-big ugly t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;-gelato(way better than ice cream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to add that in some rare occasions, something is as good as it claims to be...like See's nuts and chews box-which I did NOT down the day M'Adam left...did I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-5595191213827512592?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/5595191213827512592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=5595191213827512592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5595191213827512592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/5595191213827512592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/nirvana-and-chocolate.html' title='Nirvana and Chocolate'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-4939366790769582864</id><published>2008-07-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:24:16.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Patriot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SG-mefif_vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3tpEVXS6bK4/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219573535938182898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SG-mefif_vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3tpEVXS6bK4/s320/flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday being Independance Day made me think a little bit. I've never been really patriotic, I mean I am happy to live here, say the pledge and stuff, but I've never gone further than that. Yesterday it did not occur to me to wear my red, white, and blue...we went to the mall to hang out with family and we saw a billion kids with there flag shirts and one little girl in particular who was head-to-toe decked out in homemade flag and Americana everything! It made me smile. I didn't feel very well, so after dinner with family, M'Adam and I retired for the evening which meant- no fireworks unless we caught them on tv after the baseball game. I thought of how American it must feel to sit at the game...all dressed up next to all the veterans eating hotdogs and singing the National Anthem...and it hit me-I'm not that patriotic at all! I haven't paid much attention to this year's politics (partly due to disappointment for where they lead) and the economy being the way it's being I have forgotten to be grateful that I live HERE. I thought about the old days when so many people migrated from all over just to be American, even if it meant sleeping 17 people in one house. Then I thought further back to how awesome our Fore-Fathers had to have been...to build up a country, and fight for the values they did outnumbered and laughed at...and WIN. I thought about what &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;considered American. They sought religious freedom, and democracy- a concept in which all people have a voice and are welcomed to use it. A concept in which ALL are represented by one government. It made me remember how the political parties work and how it's become less common to come together for a greater good. And how some of my countrymen want to remove religion from all things government- which makes me sad...if only they could remember what our country was founded on...and let it apply. If only everyone was able to see good from one Presidential Candidate...or our current President- whom I like thank you! I thought of all the bad things I've heard about him...the war, and what he hasn't accomplished. I think he's done rather well. He is after all- one man. And I think that no matter my opinion of the war, there are men and women who mostly in young adult years, dedicate themselves to serve for what &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; think to be American- 'Liberty and Justice for All.' I know many soldiers, and I know that none would be at war if they didn't feel a need. I've heard of several brave men and women who return to war without being ordered because they feel it's right. More right than sitting at home being a spoiled housewife, or some business man. And if they feel war is for a cause- then I agree. Who am I to tell all those who volunteered to possibly lay done their life for an idea to be lived out by others that they are wrong? Freedom is necessary and I am so grateful to have it. So- today I am buying a flag (if there are any left!) to hang in my home everyday for my new found appreciation and admiration for the men and women who have established and continued the traditions that allow us to maintain the "Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-4939366790769582864?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/4939366790769582864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=4939366790769582864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4939366790769582864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/4939366790769582864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-patriot.html' title='New Patriot'/><author><name>Laydee</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://bp1.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SG-mefif_vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3tpEVXS6bK4/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-1226858192733149368</id><published>2008-07-03T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:29:32.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big, WET one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SGz9XsBHKnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LS-He7whFhA/s1600-h/kiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218824651610204786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SGz9XsBHKnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LS-He7whFhA/s320/kiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he he- I saw this in an email, and thought it needed sharing. So- Here's a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to everyone that could use one today! MWAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-1226858192733149368?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1226858192733149368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=1226858192733149368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1226858192733149368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1226858192733149368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-wet-one.html' title='A Big, WET one...'/><author><name>Laydee</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://bp3.blogger.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SGz9XsBHKnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LS-He7whFhA/s72-c/kiss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-1134380392934836316</id><published>2008-07-02T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:45:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Day!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had nothing to do... so after running a few errands, I stopped by the local blockbuster to pick up a chick flick or two seeing as M'Adam wasn't around to make me rent some action thriller. I picked up: definately, maybe/the other Boleyn sister/my blueberry nights. My carpet wasn't quite dry so the love sac we own was right in front of the tv- I made a 'nest' of pillows and such and sat down for some movie time. Interesting picks I might add. The first movie wasn't what I thought it would be...but I enjoyed it. The second one- GEEZ...history is just crazy and it's amazing what people do! (by the way I love Scarlett Johansen) and the third film was some crazy weird had-to-be-'indy' film about broken people and their crutches...it left me in one of those awkward self-evaluating frames of mind. And of course I felt pathetic watching flicks all day after that. Luckily that went away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on project room swap: I'm totally organized on ONE side of this house (minus the paint I want up) and the other looks like I just emptied a moving truck...but I am getting rid of a ton of stuff (very cathardic) and it feels SO great to sit in the 'pretty' half of the house. So, as soon as I get rich- I'll paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Baby: I think he's in his own little dance class or something- that kid is always a movin'! He's turned me into a cereal junkie...and I started gaining 'baby' weight...humm...and have most days given up on trying to look presentable. (it doesn't help that I'm cleaning all day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on adventure/Cottonwood: Nothing cool has really happened...and if it did I haven't been up there to notice. M'Adam goes to Denny's every morning and gets home from work to sleep- you all know what I've been up to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-1134380392934836316?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1134380392934836316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=1134380392934836316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1134380392934836316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1134380392934836316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-day.html' title='Movie Day!'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-2768138094370533068</id><published>2008-06-28T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:13:26.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Room Swap</title><content type='html'>A project... every woman's need and nightmare right? And as usual it has turned into something bigger than it started. It started a simple moving of one room to another-the office to the spare room so that I could nursery up the office (it's warmer for baby in there). Well as soon as we got one room empty, I, being the nit-pick I am, notice that it needs a few touch ups...some caulking in the molding, perhaps a fresh coat of paint if I find that right color, and well- a carpet clean. I found a really good deal with a carpet cleaner who will let me take a day between rooms... but can't come til monday. So all I can do until then is move the closet crap. (I'm afraid if I paint the steam will affect the paint on the molding). So looking at the 1st step...swapping closets I realize how much CRAP I have... and I admit it is all mine- M'Adam is good about throwing stuff out. Sub-project A becomes a two part project of re-organizing and sorting to keep and toss- anyone want extra junk? Then, when I tried to move the computer and set it up, I found that the internet is only hooked to one room- the other one! Great! But I've already taken that room apart and moved desks that had to be disassembled and reassembled so it's too late to change my mind. So what started out simple has become: Swap closets, move big stuff to living area, WAIT, carpet clean, WAIT, paint, move big stuff into place, call cable guy. And to make it easy on myself, I wait til there is not a whole lot of people around to help- YIKES... but on the upside, I am appeasing my picky nature, being productive (which I can't say for weeks past), and I will end up with the fabulous rooms I envision! HA HA! After that- I'm on a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2768138094370533068?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2768138094370533068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2768138094370533068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2768138094370533068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2768138094370533068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/project-room-swap.html' title='Project: Room Swap'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-7177237394443129587</id><published>2008-06-24T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:56:58.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dead duck day :(</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I had the cries yesterday... all day. It probably didn't help that I had a full weekend and yesterday morning everyone went to Cottonwood but me. I just didn't feel it. I do ok being alone, but I couldn't start on any of my indoor projects, and it's over 100*- so much for my outdoor projects. I stayed in and picked up a few things...then I got a call from a friend who's never in town and she wanted to hang out- sounded fun so I head to meet her and on the way I HIT A DUCK!...a teeny baby duck... and to make matters worse, it was the momma's last baby duck- I felt terrible! There she was trying to make it get up and dodging all the drivers behind me that kept me from stopping- it was so pathetic that I start totally bawling in the truck... poor ducky. I get to where my friend is hoping for some cheer up, and she's brought people with her- it's like she can't hang out with me alone anymore cuz I'm married and pregnant- us married people must not be any fun. So we shop around one shop and then she "has to go"... no cheering up and no hanging out- thanks. She'd brought me a parting gift though- a cute little towel set for the baby, but what did it have on it? You guessed it- A BABY DUCK! I cried on the way home too. Good thing there was a Carraba's on the way. I love there dang bread and dip...oh and I got gelato too- it was quite a picnic in my living room. That cheered me up a little. Today I bought a recommended book in the &lt;em&gt;Great and Terrible&lt;/em&gt; 'series' and I started to read it...I cried before I even got through the prologue. Crying- I must be catching up for all my non-crying years. That, or 'Nancy' really does make people weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-7177237394443129587?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/7177237394443129587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=7177237394443129587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7177237394443129587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7177237394443129587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/dead-duck-day.html' title='The dead duck day :('/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-41867157053000578</id><published>2008-06-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:35:35.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SF5-8F8GKBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4xHTehRqZQw/s1600-h/cottonwood+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214744989393102866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SF5-8F8GKBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4xHTehRqZQw/s320/cottonwood+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SF5-8XYtTbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/30QfA-gOw_U/s1600-h/cottonwood+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214744994076511666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SF5-8XYtTbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/30QfA-gOw_U/s320/cottonwood+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-41867157053000578?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/41867157053000578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=41867157053000578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/41867157053000578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/41867157053000578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Laydee</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SF5-8F8GKBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4xHTehRqZQw/s72-c/cottonwood+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-1234956604877740682</id><published>2008-06-22T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:30:33.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SF55evxwoDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dsjeYNwogHc/s1600-h/cottonwood+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214738987669823538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SF55evxwoDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dsjeYNwogHc/s320/cottonwood+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently took a trip to the Grand Canyon...it was M'Adam's first trip! It was quite funny- we got to the first shoulder lookout...we stopped, took pictures and he thought that was it! When he found out there was more he was excited. We visited the visitor center, saw the shops and a lot of great views, we thought about taking a hiking tour, but not 4 1/2 months pregnant- next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had gotten up really really early to go (4am thank you) and by the time we had seen most of the wonder, everyone else had shown up- there was nothing to do with that many tourists...except eat ice cream. M'Adam's fell over- hence the plate, and caught the attention of some "wild" friends. At one point the darn thing was in his lap! It's always nice to find new friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-1234956604877740682?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1234956604877740682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=1234956604877740682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1234956604877740682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1234956604877740682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/nuts.html' title='NUTS!'/><author><name>Laydee</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2YXXaMtJUY/SF55evxwoDI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dsjeYNwogHc/s72-c/cottonwood+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-3316090932926224398</id><published>2008-06-19T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:10:17.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged! and the picture saga...</title><content type='html'>I got tagged- I haven't played that in a LONG time. So thank you Julz.&lt;br /&gt;1-Ten years ago I was: probably thinking about what I wanted for my 13th b-day...and going on a beach vacation with my family (we went every year-good times)&lt;br /&gt;2-Five things I intend to do: have a fabulous backyard, find cute baby boy stuff and make a nursery, get my husband to go on a trip with me, clean my house really good, and learn to truely relax-not just be lazy :)&lt;br /&gt;3-If I were a billionaire: I wouldn't be blogging!-I'd be living in some fabulous villa playing with my huney all over the world, and encouraging him to learn to fly...and I'd have a pony. I'd be Angelina Jolie's 2nd BFF and we'd go do good all over I'm sure. (LOL) pinch me- it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;4-My bad habits: letting my huney feel the brunt of my frustrations, leaving my hair in a perma-bun, and being lazy...and not speaking like a 'laydee'&lt;br /&gt;5-Places I've lived: Bard, Yuma, Bullhead, Birmingham (1 summer), Chandler, Mesa, Queen Creek... I haven't gotten far :(&lt;br /&gt;6-Jobs I've had: Lifeguard, Dr.'s office, Cell phone sales,  Nanny, Waitress, Vet tech, and Office manager... nothing stuck, I think I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to tag people...hmmm... I guess I could tag my sisters in law-yeah tag them! You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND- I finally uploaded all my pics, I'll have to blog some blurps from the past this week so, if you care...check often! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-3316090932926224398?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/3316090932926224398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=3316090932926224398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3316090932926224398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/3316090932926224398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-and-picture-saga.html' title='Tagged! and the picture saga...'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-1806838356411521056</id><published>2008-06-18T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:35:09.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"BOY! definately a BOY!"</title><content type='html'>If you watch &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;We got our first ultra-sound today... and it's clearly a boy! We are really excited- everyone needs a big brother right?? I know I always wanted one... anyway after we found out we had to go get some cute boy stuff... but I'm getting frustrated because there don't seem to be too many 'baby' places around here! Anyone know of any good websites to find cool stuff? So far he is totally healthy, and not too big- and really active, he wouldn't lie still for almost any pictures... but we did get a cute one of him sucking his thumb!!  (I don't have a scanner-sorry) He is 'due' November 9th and that's creepy because that was my very own due date almost 23 years ago! (But I came early) so we'll see- it will be fun to have a teeny baby at Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-1806838356411521056?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1806838356411521056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=1806838356411521056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1806838356411521056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1806838356411521056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/boy-definately-boy.html' title='&quot;BOY! definately a BOY!&quot;'/><author><name>Laydee</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-575801127565953800</id><published>2008-06-17T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:21:33.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>We were married two years ago in the Mesa, Arizona Temple. Sometimes I think...gee that long? And today it's like that's it??-not in a bad way, I just feel like M'Adam and I have known each other forever...and I'm glad that's how long we have together! When we met M'Adam describes it as 'picking up where we left off'-like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a while. Everything was really comfortable and it was easy to fall head-over-heels...so easy it took only two weeks! 2 must be a lucky number for us. I always say we are perfect for each other because we both share a lot of the same qualities...stubborn, silly, caring, crazy, mean, and sweet...(yes all those) we can read each other well and give each other the support and kick to the butt we often need. I'd like to say it makes it easy to understand each other...but I think he has to throw me a loop every once in a while on principle :) He is my best friend and my favorite playmate- especially when "I win!"-(which I have to do all by myself...there's no letting me win even though he's like twice my size!) We follow each other everywhere...he calls me his 'buddy-Laydee'...I just hope when we have this baby I'm not replaced by 'buddy-Baby'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-575801127565953800?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/575801127565953800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=575801127565953800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/575801127565953800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/575801127565953800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-2129636495826850288</id><published>2008-06-15T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T06:41:30.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to call my dad at 5:30am</title><content type='html'>to be the first daughter to say, "happy daddy day!" (my 3 sisters live with him)&lt;br /&gt;M'Adam and I were both blessed with great fathers.  It's comforting to know that in a world of shady characters that we both have role models to look to, friends to count on, and fathers worthy of respect. I remember the first time I respected my father conciously- we did daddy/daughter dates and father's interviews when I was younger, which was great because my father worked shift work, and his schedule didn't always mesh well with ours. After one such interview I realized through our conversation how much my father loved me, how hard he worked for us to have stupid things like jellie shoes, and how much he loved the gospel. My dad wasn't just a dad that day...and his world had more in it than me, but I knew that I was one of it's biggest parts. And I'm sorry to say I forgot that sometimes... gee I knew how to be a brat! But we've maintained a good relationship he and I, and I will always love that funny old man.&lt;br /&gt;M'Adam's father I have only known as long as I've been married, but I know he is a great man too- I had my wisdom teeth pulled out and he happened to be the person to take care of me... I got a milkshake every day! I enjoy the time we spend together and I delight in the fact that we can do that, and have an understanding of each other without having to say much. He instantly made me feel as welcomed into his family as any of his own children...in fact I was informed before we got married that I was in... and needed to think about grandbabies :)&lt;br /&gt;My own husband will make an even better father I think. He has two examples to reflect-and seems to already have a plan! He is so great with children and such a tender heart- our kids will be spoiled rotten I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;wow- I really didn't plan on writing this much! But my father has a saying that I think fits this day: "Daddy do it" - and they all do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2129636495826850288?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2129636495826850288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2129636495826850288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2129636495826850288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2129636495826850288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-to-call-my-dad-at-530am.html' title='I had to call my dad at 5:30am'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-1356920420474157739</id><published>2008-06-13T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:45:43.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, Home again, Jiggity jig</title><content type='html'>Yeah! We're home for a few days but that's ok because I just like being teased by my big bathtub and comfy bed. I have a lot to do around here! M'Adam's parents are moving, I have food storage EVERYWHERE, my 'office' looks like a tornado hit it and it has to be moved into the other room so that in the next few months we can get ready for Baby! (I'm halfway done with pregnancy-which I lovingly refer to as 'nancy') so- it's a little soon but with M'Adam out of town for a while I gotta work before I can't touch me toes! And it will take me a while anyway- I'm big on taking breaks and procrastinating :) My sister's are also moving soon, so family in town for a few opportune days, and M'Adam's sister is coming to play with us all the way from Texas! Lots to fill my time in the next little bit. Not to mention, being home means 'motherhood' store shopping for that big boob bra I need. But anyway- you'll hear from us later, we have funny stories about a few things which NEED their corresponding pictures-which I have to figure out how to upload (I'm no comuter genius) and we find out if Baby is a girl or boy on wednesday! So excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-1356920420474157739?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/1356920420474157739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=1356920420474157739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1356920420474157739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/1356920420474157739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jig.html' title='Home again, Home again, Jiggity jig'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-2722965939418150525</id><published>2008-06-06T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:26:06.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heck of a day for pregnancy perks-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay- so today is already my day. Last night I spent mostly not sleeping due to pregnancy pains and snoring(not mine). This morning I tried to get cute for M'Adam...I've been kinda a bum, but now that I'm feeling better and he asked my hair to come out of it's perma-bun, I thought well okay. So the hair curlers go in...10 minutes later kinky funky not so curls- so it gets the ol' pull back. Yeah my hair is changing and I'm finally tired of it being short. THEN I tried to get dressed. The first shirt got a wild sunscreen splatter...no better than a stain...and the next 36 have stopped fitting over night- so I put on a good ol' tee. And then the moment of truth. I normally have big boobs...but now they are freakin' huge...so my bra doesn't fit and my short torso doesn't keep them from looking in the middle of my body- time to bra shop. Good luck in Cottonwood...being 32 around and now bigger than my normal DD... they had nothing. So, I can either suffer through my old little bra or loaf boob it in a sports bra...let me just cry right now. Not cute hair- no support- and no fitting shirts. Oh and did I mention I started getting the pregnancy fuzz, dark veins, and I'm showing just enough to still look just chubby? I'm running away- I look like a wild animal anyway...and the forest sounds nice and homey...so as you probably figured I got 'the cries' today too... I just need a hug...and a fat boob bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-2722965939418150525?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/2722965939418150525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=2722965939418150525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2722965939418150525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/2722965939418150525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/heck-of-day-for-pregnancy-perks.html' title='Heck of a day for pregnancy perks-'/><author><name>Laydee</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-7773114024952147891</id><published>2008-05-27T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:51:39.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure update: Hiking</title><content type='html'>Well-since my last post, we've been busy! We were in Cottonwood, where M'Adam is working, and it was FREEZING cold and rainy up there (45*). For a few days we just bummed around...then M'Adam told me we were going to go on a hike...which is new because he hates walking. So we pick a hike, get some hiking crap (I wouldn't let him get a $30 stick and he wasn't happy-like we hike enough to even have hiking crap) and it turns out that where we wanted to hike was all rainy. We ended up going to a couple state parks around the area of Jerome, the Tuzigoot, and some near Sedona- where I got a red rock shirt I'll have you know- and had fun in the rain...as well as the other billion tourists :) M'Adam bought himself a 'treat' which I'll have to write about later when I can post pics (I get all the way up there and don't have my digital camera...nice). He was really good to me all weekend...he even walked an art gallery with me...but I did get suckered into going to Indiana Jones with him. We even had fun in our dork trailer- without heat for a few days...and Otto tried to chew everything despite having his toys and a dirty little bone he found outside. Hopefully it will continue to be as fun as it's been for the gypsy parade...and hopefully the next adventure update will come with some freaking pics eh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-7773114024952147891?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/7773114024952147891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=7773114024952147891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7773114024952147891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/7773114024952147891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/adventure-update-hiking.html' title='Adventure update: Hiking'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6476736851002332357</id><published>2008-05-19T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:03:29.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just today- Nothing fancy</title><content type='html'>M'Adam is in Clarkdale, AZ... so I will be joining him today..in the trailer :)&lt;br /&gt;I've decided for sanity purposes that I will come home for portions of the week, but it's nice and chilly up there this time of year (nice break from HEAT). And really, the only thing to do up there is camp- or go antiquing...which means there may be some awesomely tacky things coming home! Perhaps for YOUR living room too!&lt;br /&gt;This morning I also had a doctor's apt, so me and my little belly went- we heard Baby's heartbeat today- very strong! We are exciting to find out what we're having in the upcoming weeks!&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta shout out again- Emily got engaged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6476736851002332357?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6476736851002332357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6476736851002332357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6476736851002332357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6476736851002332357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-today-nothing-fancy.html' title='Just today- Nothing fancy'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-6418776171375561512</id><published>2008-05-16T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:20:27.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighs and Smiles</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know what yesterday was? LAUNDRY DAY! I hate laundry day. You'd think I'd get wise and do a load a day, but no...I torture myself with procrastination until I have too many loads to want to think about...and all that folding. Folding and putting away is the worst part! And I'm really particular about it-shirts just-so, towels in 1/2, 1/2, and 1/3...then you have to put it away! I know where everything in my home is...but does M'Adam? Of course not! That leads to rooting around 'ruining' my just-so-ness. Why do I care when they're his things in his drawers? I'm a woman...I have to care. During laundry day (since I'll be home all day) I also pick up the rest of the house. Everyday I dread this, then do it and remember how easy it is and how much time it doesn't take, and wonder why I don't just keep on it, or why I make such a big deal about having to do it. My husband would laugh at that. You see, not only does every man appreciate a clean house (especially when his effort is minimal), but that's pretty much my only job. That's right people- I'm spoiled.  I am a 22 year old housewife...already loving the kept life- which will stay that way seeing as I don't want to work with kids at home and Baby is due sometime in October. It's not that I wouldn't work...I've just never had too- I having every intention of opening SOME business someday...but for now- life is all good. I know I should remember that I'm lucky...but you'd understand if you saw our laundry pile! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to shout out for some birthdays today!  My littlest sister Heidi "Beeb", is 13 today...yeah! a whole new world of movies open up- and my nephew Reed, is 4 today...he informed us that he didn't want family at his birthday this year...funny kid. I also want to send a pre-shout out for M'Adam's sister Emily, who will be 26 tommorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-6418776171375561512?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/6418776171375561512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=6418776171375561512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6418776171375561512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/6418776171375561512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/sighs-and-smiles.html' title='Sighs and Smiles'/><author><name>Laydee</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858481607850414031.post-668919792511936486</id><published>2008-05-14T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:07:48.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday M'Adam came home- we thought we'd have a few days before he had to be out of town again...but no. This morning he was called BACK to the same place! Fun job right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-668919792511936486?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/668919792511936486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=668919792511936486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/668919792511936486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/668919792511936486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Laydee</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-7858481607850414031.post-389139142792746444</id><published>2008-05-13T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:34:26.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, yeah- I'm not big into computers, but I do tend to whine or brag so when my sister asked all of us to blog to keep it easy to keep up with each other...I figured enough happens around here that I might be able to keep up! M'Adam works out of town a lot so we are kind of the gypsy type right now- you're in for some funny stories! We just recently purchased a SMALL trailer to stay in while we're away...it's decent enough, but M'Adam is 6' tall and let's say the whole shower situation is pretty hilarious itself! He just left this morning- I'll join him in a few days- so this blog is just in time for the adventure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;      More to know during the upcoming adventures is that we are pregnant with baby one, which may make for some fun twists. We also recently added a new puppy to our family, and we are usually joined on the gypsy parade by family members who work in his same company(his father and older brother) and their families. It makes for some fun times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858481607850414031-389139142792746444?l=theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/feeds/389139142792746444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7858481607850414031&amp;postID=389139142792746444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/389139142792746444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858481607850414031/posts/default/389139142792746444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofmadamandlaydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-to-family.html' title='Here&apos;s to family'/><author><name>Laydee</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
