<?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-2695486797831819509</id><updated>2011-11-06T22:40:02.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robyn's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6387665492450216075</id><published>2011-01-06T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:36:58.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Woman</title><content type='html'>I recently went back to work.  I am once again a pharmacy tech and I really do enjoy my job.  It is so nice not to be just Mom or just Domestic Goddess.  I also like contributing to the family income.  I really would like to save some money up for a used pop up camper.  I would also like to join a local gym where two of the mom's from Cohen's class go.  I always do much better working out when I have someone else to work out with.  I am going to stay on target with my blog again as well! Here's to the New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6387665492450216075?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6387665492450216075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6387665492450216075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6387665492450216075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6387665492450216075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2011/01/working-woman.html' title='Working Woman'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-4845988410711085484</id><published>2010-07-23T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:27:24.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEpMAqqMG-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pEwLmE08e58/s1600/fridayfrustrations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEpMAqqMG-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pEwLmE08e58/s200/fridayfrustrations.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrations are a part of life, so I will list my top 3..... what are your &lt;a href="http://conversationswithmoms.com/2010/06/04/friday-frustrations-jumbled/"&gt;frustrations&lt;/a&gt;   for the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top 3 frustrations this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My health. Once again I am having health issues.  I am in pain, bloated, crampy, and moody as all get out.  I am so over this.  My first surgery was just over a year ago, my second just over 7 months.  I have no reproductive organs left... what could possible hurt now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My husband.  Too much time together makes me crazy.  He was on vacation last week and did not have many hours this week.  If he could be more productive when he is home, perhaps I could be less naggy.  I just want things around the house fixed.  Is a working dishwasher too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My almost 4 year old getting hurt at the pool.  My son, being as clumsy as his mother, tripped over his own towel and fell face first onto cement.  He busted his lip, scraped his face, and gave himself a bloody nose.  His face looks much better now, just in time for his 4th birthday this weekend.  I felt so bad for him.  It is frustrating as a mother to not be able to take your child's pain away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-4845988410711085484?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4845988410711085484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=4845988410711085484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4845988410711085484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4845988410711085484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-frustrations.html' title='Friday Frustrations'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEpMAqqMG-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pEwLmE08e58/s72-c/fridayfrustrations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6996822152630532452</id><published>2010-07-23T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:51:59.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Already.</title><content type='html'>This Sunday is my baby boy's 4th birthday.  I have no idea where the time has gone.  I am happy that he is getting bigger because it enables us to do more together, like movies, games, etc.  it makes me sad though since I cannot have anymore children. Cohen is a very strong willed, independent, fearless little boy with a big heart and a love for life.   I still remember the day he was born like yesterday.  Although the first two years were a challenge, to say the least, I cannot imagine my life or my family without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6996822152630532452?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6996822152630532452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6996822152630532452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6996822152630532452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6996822152630532452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/07/already.html' title='Already.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-5380556291245608239</id><published>2010-07-23T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:47:49.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some changes</title><content type='html'>I decided it was time for a new look for my blog.  It may take some time as I am NOT computer savvy in the least.  I really like the new beach background because I love the beach.  I would do anything, well almost, to live on the beach.  The sounds, smells, the look of the water, I love it all.  I am most relaxed by the water, my feet in the sand, and a great book in hand.  I will be spending most of next week, just that way, plus a great friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-5380556291245608239?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5380556291245608239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=5380556291245608239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5380556291245608239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5380556291245608239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-changes.html' title='Some changes'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-5439651264246531379</id><published>2010-07-23T18:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:44:54.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who does that?!?!</title><content type='html'>So the other day at the pool, while my son was gushing blood from his beautiful face, a lady approached me. She asked me if we needed any help and if C was alright. I assured her we were fine and thanked her. She then turns to her 3 kids and says see this is exactly why you don't run at the pool. OMGeeeeeeeee I was mad. First off Cohen was not running, hell he wasn't even walking. He stood up and tripped over his towel. Second of all my son is sitting on a bench bleeding from his mouth and nose, so get the eff out of the locker room and let us deal with him. I was seriously ticked that she was using my son as a teaching lesson for her kids and that she made it sound like it was Cohen's fault because he was running. If my child was not bleeding and I was not freaking out I would have let her have it. Seriously, who does that?!?! And who does that in front of the child who is crying and bleeding all over his beach towel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-5439651264246531379?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5439651264246531379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=5439651264246531379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5439651264246531379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5439651264246531379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-does-that.html' title='Who does that?!?!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-757837119969742133</id><published>2010-07-23T18:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:45:28.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Once again I am going through a blogging drought.  Once summer hit I became too busy, or maybe lazy.  The boys and I are enjoying our summer.  We have been going to the beach and pool quite often.  I have a great tan and I am loving the sun.  Next week we leave for a week in Pentwater.  We will be staying in my mother in law's camper, which will be a nice break from tent camping.  I can't believe summer is already half over. That saddens me as I am NOT a cold weather type of girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-757837119969742133?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/757837119969742133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=757837119969742133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/757837119969742133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/757837119969742133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8122930986309989456</id><published>2010-05-17T21:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:23:52.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend In Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S_HpuvbrISI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6G14-lXc2Sg/s1600/How-was-your-Weekend_LollyB-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S_HpuvbrISI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6G14-lXc2Sg/s200/How-was-your-Weekend_LollyB-1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472412011447656738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I went to some garage sales with one of my nearest and dearest friends Jodi.  Make sure to check out her blog &lt;a href="http://mylifeasmamajodi.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; for more good reads and to tell us all about your weekend.  I struck out at the sales but I always enjoy going either way.  Friday evening I stayed home with the boys and we played Toy Story Uno and watched Iron Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: I woke up early and went to more garage sales with another near and dear friend and her children and my youngest son.  I found a few things, but nothing too exciting.  Then I went to the local zoo with my mother in law and sister in law.  My boys and I got to touch a sting ray, which I have to admit really scared me.  Then I came home and in all honesty I cannot for the life of me remember what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I was enjoying a long soak in the bathtub with a good book when my phone rang.  It was my friend Danielle who lives out of town. She was in town and wanted to do lunch.  I was so excited to see her, I have not seen her since Christmas.  We used to work together and talked all the time.  Now life gets in the way.  After lunch I did hours upon hours of yard work, including weeding my flower garden and mowing the back yard. For dinner we grilled out chicken, burgers, and grilled asparagus with lemon pepper seasoning and a bit of olive oil.  After dinner I went roller blading and tried out running for the first time.  I am not very good at it, but I am willing to give it a shot.  I came home from there and went bike riding with my neighbor to the ice cream shop.  It was yummy and totally not on my diet, but well deserved.  I then got the boys to bed and went to bed myself where I tried to read but I was beat.  Before I knew it Monday was here and my alarm was going off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8122930986309989456?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8122930986309989456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8122930986309989456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8122930986309989456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8122930986309989456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend In Review'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S_HpuvbrISI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6G14-lXc2Sg/s72-c/How-was-your-Weekend_LollyB-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-7874776068638615289</id><published>2010-05-17T20:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:56:27.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious as a Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S_Hloi5zLtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VZx_j90dQ6g/s1600/Curious+Button.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 23px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S_Hloi5zLtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VZx_j90dQ6g/s200/Curious+Button.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472407506958626514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some questions from &lt;a href="http://curiousasacat.blogspot.com/"&gt; Curious as a Cat&lt;/a&gt; Be sure to check them out and answer the questions for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What has been the most meaningful moment of your life so far? Giving birth to my first child.  I knew at that moment my life would never be the same.  There are no words to describe the amount of joy you are filled with.  It is amazing how much you can love someone you have never met before.  I will never forget that moment, staring into his eyes and knowing he was a part of me.  Unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you prefer listening to string instruments, woodwinds, brass, or percussion? String instruments, I am sure mainly because my husband plays (or played) the guitar.  I like percussion as well.  It seems that I have always been attracted to the musically inclined, although I am not musically inclines at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which is worse: being too hot or being too cold? Being too cold.  I hate being cold.  Winter in Michigan is brutal for me.  I actually like getting into my car in the summer when it is scorching inside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Show and Tell. What comes to mind first when you see this picture? Or, tell a story if it reminds you of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S_HkPIk-XBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/s6XcBf5BmGg/s1600/Hang+Gliders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S_HkPIk-XBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/s6XcBf5BmGg/s200/Hang+Gliders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472405970883599378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was what was that.  After I figured out that it is a hang glider I immediately thought of Outer Banks, North Carolina.  You can hang glide down the sand dunes and it looks like so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-7874776068638615289?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7874776068638615289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=7874776068638615289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7874776068638615289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7874776068638615289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/curious-as-cat-questions.html' title='Curious as a Cat'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S_Hloi5zLtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VZx_j90dQ6g/s72-c/Curious+Button.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8666416214292553093</id><published>2010-05-16T19:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:09:46.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>Last year when I first started getting the cysts I gained a lot of weight.  Since then I have not been able to get it off.  I am determined now to lose it all plus some.  I have started watching what I eat, cutting calories, and exercising more. Today I went roller blading for 3 miles and then I tried running.  I am not a runner by any stretch of the imagination but I figured I would give it a try.  I made it one mile with lots of walking, stopping, and panting in between.  I am so proud of myself for even attempting it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8666416214292553093?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8666416214292553093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8666416214292553093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8666416214292553093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8666416214292553093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8017307682446120548</id><published>2010-05-15T23:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:22:40.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Critters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-9jalOGr-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/QctXhqQyPJg/s1600/CameraCrittersPostHeader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 46px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-9jalOGr-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/QctXhqQyPJg/s200/CameraCrittersPostHeader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471701380597460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Fuzzface Pinkerwinker Cheescake, Fuzzy for short.  She has been part of our family for a little over a year and she is a great cat. We call her our dog-cat because she likes to play fetch.  Fuzzy is the perfect addition to our family.  In this picture she is making it quite known that she is NOT a fan of getting her picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-9jpTy7mLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/x7IJzgxA8L8/s1600/fuzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-9jpTy7mLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/x7IJzgxA8L8/s200/fuzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471701633618122930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find more pics of cute litte critters come visit &lt;a href="http://camera-critters.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camera Critters!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8017307682446120548?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8017307682446120548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8017307682446120548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8017307682446120548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8017307682446120548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/camera-critters.html' title='Camera Critters'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-9jalOGr-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/QctXhqQyPJg/s72-c/CameraCrittersPostHeader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8161969065613212752</id><published>2010-05-15T20:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:01:13.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love a great deal</title><content type='html'>Last year I decided that I wanted to try out camping.  As a child we went camping in our pop up camper but alas I do not own one of those..... yet.  My mother in law bought me a huge tent and off my friends and I went on our adventures.  This year I wanted to buy more supplies to make camping a bit easier.  All winter I have gone up and down the camping aisles in search of a great deal on my wants.  Last week Mike and I went to Kmart for a late Mother's Day present for me.  I wanted a car top carrier to help haul my goodies.  I ended up getting one on clearance for $32 bucks.  Then we found a lantern for $10 and then the best deal of all.... something I have been wanting and waiting for a great deal on winter: a camping stove.  The stove was marked $20.00, originally 49.99.  We threw it all in our cart and went to check out.  The stove only rang up $5.00.  I was so geeked, the cheapness in me was thrilled.  Then Friday when out garage sale-ing with another bestie I got a text from a friend to check out Meijer for a set of Coleman camping pots, on clearance for $8.75.  I love a great deal and now I all set for camping.  The season kicks off next Friday for me and I am so ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8161969065613212752?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8161969065613212752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8161969065613212752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8161969065613212752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8161969065613212752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/gotta-love-great-deal.html' title='Gotta love a great deal'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-775836355651851250</id><published>2010-05-15T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:54:52.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday fun</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning to go to a few garage sales with one of my besties Erica.  We did not find many great deals but I still love going nonetheless.  Afterward I took my boys to the zoo. My mother in law and sister in law came as well.  The kids had a great time and even got to pet a sting ray.  Mommy was not a big fan of that.  I admit it, I am a eensy weensy bit overprotective.  All in all the zoo was fun and the best part was I had free admission for the family.  I love going to see the animals but I am always saddened by the lack of space the animals have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-775836355651851250?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/775836355651851250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=775836355651851250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/775836355651851250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/775836355651851250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/saturday-fun.html' title='Saturday fun'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8682112395365386588</id><published>2010-05-13T16:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:14:33.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xle51qYVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RXbtxDWS-0A/s1600/thursdaythunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xle51qYVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RXbtxDWS-0A/s400/thursdaythunks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470859228944687442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Facebooker? Are you addicted to those stupid games that suck a person in at the drop of a hat? Would you care to share your Facebook identification link so that we may all stalk you be your friend? I am a Facebooker but do not play any games and in fact hate all of the notifications you receive.  I like the groups entitled : I do not care about your farm, or your fish, or your park, or your mafia. Truer words have never been spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to be magically transformed into an animal that you loathe, which one would it be? And don't give me those "none" answers... I would be a bumble bee and then I would go and sting people in the ass for no reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the strangest thing you have said to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* get a job? Sure I don't mind working nights and weekends. When what I really meant was wow I guess I will have no life at all while I work for you for crappy pay and crappier hours.  Yes!&lt;br /&gt;* get a date? Sure I would love to meet you if you are willing to drive 6 hours in the middle of the night.  That's not weird at all.  And then I married him..... 10 years and 2 kids later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cartoon character do you find the most sexiest? Spongebob of course. He can flop on the deck and flop like a fish. What more could a woman want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dog food is new with improved tasting, who tests it? I had a friend whose Grandfather liked to fry canned dog food and eat it.  True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does OK actually mean? It means Ola Kala, which means all right in English.&lt;br /&gt;It came from Greek immigrants who worked on bridge construction in Australia and also in America. No I did not really know that, but spent 24 seconds to google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person owns a piece of land do they own it all the way down to the core of the earth? The real question here is how can you own a piece of land? Who originally "owned" it and had the right to sell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were in high school and were sitting in math class... when the day came to learn about 3.14, did you get hungry? Nah, I am not really a pie person.... I prefer cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on the radio? No.  My voice sounds like I smoke a pack a day, even though I do not and loathe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans, beans the magical fruit The more you eat, the more you toot The more you toot, the better you feel So let's have beans at every meal!&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say that when beans are vegetables? Oh come on, everyone enjoys a little butt trumpet.  You have to love the ditty above, it rhymes and everything.  Have you ever tried to rhyme with the word vegetable.  Not very easy me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about tv? And I don't mean physically on top of the tv either, you silly people. Same goes for the radio question. I have been on television as a child.  I was on an old show called Uncle Al or something.  I was like 5. Here is Uncle Al....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xmQsJhvUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SD2-oi6uFbU/s1600/uncleal88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xmQsJhvUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SD2-oi6uFbU/s200/uncleal88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470860084263370050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Adam &amp;amp; Eve had belly buttons? I cannot answer this question on the grounds that it may considered offensive and grounds for removal due to violation of my terms of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were going to own a liquor store or a bar, what would you name it? I wouldn't name it.  It would be a secret and you would have to be a member.  You would get a jacket too.  Or I would come up with a name when I am rip roaring drunk.... that could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you own a grocery store - what's it's name? Food is a waste of time, go to the liquor store.  Good name, great moto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only watch one tv show for the rest of your life and no other, what would it be? And yes, it's going to be in series form so you don't actually have to watch the same episode over and over. Lost, hands down.  I absolutely love this show and I am so saddened that it is coming to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the name of your 3rd grade teacher? Mrs. Ripberger.  Seriously, what a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to parallel park? Nope, I barely passed that portion of my driving test.  Have you seen the new car that does it for you? Genius, that's what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinds of cereal do you have in your home right at this very moment? Trix swirls for the kiddos and Honey Nut Cheerios for me.  Nothing too exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to have a garage sale tomorrow, what is the first item you own that you would say "I'm selling THAT!"? does my husband count? If so I would sell him, although I would have to hang a sign that clearly states AS IS and NO RETURNS.  Kidding, I am.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preceding has been brought to you by  &lt;a href="http://thursdaythunks.blogspot.com//"&gt; Thursday Thunks.&lt;/a&gt; Check it out.... everyone is doing it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8682112395365386588?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8682112395365386588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8682112395365386588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8682112395365386588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8682112395365386588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-facebooker-are-you-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xle51qYVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RXbtxDWS-0A/s72-c/thursdaythunks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-5207913066317121886</id><published>2010-05-13T16:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:18:53.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter's That I'll Never Send</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xej_WuVUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MFvFelFMW_0/s1600/lettersneversend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xej_WuVUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MFvFelFMW_0/s400/lettersneversend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470851619743487298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mother Nature:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard the saying April showers bring May flowers? Well HELLO it is May and it has been raining all week.  Not only is it raining but it is a cold rain.  I am done with cold.  I am done with cold and wet.  I am ready for warmth and sunshine.  I want to lay on my lawn chair, in my bathing suit and soak up some rays.  I am not asking for much considering it is the middle of May and about 50 degrees outside.  Please Mother Nature, take some pity on us here in Michigan who have suffered through your long, cold, and wet Winter.  We are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A cold wet friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-5207913066317121886?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5207913066317121886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=5207913066317121886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5207913066317121886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5207913066317121886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/letters-that-ill-never-send.html' title='Letter&apos;s That I&apos;ll Never Send'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xej_WuVUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MFvFelFMW_0/s72-c/lettersneversend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-7412780310928194034</id><published>2010-05-13T15:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:12:56.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xWblqIaSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/us0F160YGN0/s1600/thursday+thirteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xWblqIaSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/us0F160YGN0/s400/thursday+thirteen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470842679313590562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get back into the swing of things again so I will start with Thursday Thirteen.  To read or participate in TT then head on over &lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Places I Want To Visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hawaii - never been but it looks beautiful. I would love to scuba dive and check out the waterfalls and beautiful land.&lt;br /&gt;2. Florida - I want to go there to visit a friend who is going to have her first baby this summer.  I have never been to Florida but going to meet Sarah's baby would be great. &lt;br /&gt;3. Washington D.C. - I went there about 10 years ago and I loved it.  So much to see and do.  I love the history of the area as well&lt;br /&gt;4. Columbus, Ohio - My brother is a senior at Ohio State University and I would love to go spend a weekend there.  There is a really awesome science museum called Cosi that my boys loved and a zoo that we could check out.  I miss my brother and it would be fun to spend time with him as well.&lt;br /&gt;5. Outer Banks, North Carolina - I went to OBX for the first time right after high school graduation.  It is beautiful.  I love the ocean and the way everything smells and feels around it.  There is a part of the Outer Banks where wild horses run on the beach.  It is so fascinating watching them roam.  This is also where my first son was conceived.  In the past years it has become over commercialized which saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Edisto Island, South Carolina - another beach town but with Southern charm.  It is not commercialized and I just love it there. It is so relaxing and perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;7. Cincinnati, Ohio - I was born and raised in this city and I love it. There is so much to do, I love the weather, and my family is there.  It will always be "home" to me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Chicago when it warm outside - Every year my friends and I go to Chi-town for a girls get away.  Every year it is cold and/or raining.  We have so much fun in the city, shopping, drinking, just observing.  Yet every time we go we freeze our bottoms off.  I want to go there and lay on the beaches of Lake Michigan and then put on a summer dress and hit a bar or two.  No coats, no sweaters, just me and some flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;9. The Grand Canyon - I have never been out west.  I think the Grand Canyon is amazing and I would love to go on a road trip to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;10. Egypt - I would love to go to Egypt and see the pyramids.  I am so fascinated by the Egyptian culture.  They were extremely smart and inventive for their time.&lt;br /&gt;11. Yellowstone National Park - Again I have never been out west but Yellowstone looks stunning.  It would be neat to see geysers and observe the local wildlife up close.&lt;br /&gt;12. Great Barrier Reef in Australia - You can see it from the outer space and it is the world’s largest single structure, which is made of living organisms.&lt;br /&gt;The reef supports 10,000 species which consists of 1500 types of fishes and 200 kinds of birds. So beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;13. Last and not least Niagara falls - It would be awesome to take a ride on the famous maid-of-the-mist boats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-7412780310928194034?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7412780310928194034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=7412780310928194034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7412780310928194034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7412780310928194034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/S-xWblqIaSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/us0F160YGN0/s72-c/thursday+thirteen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-4624466795919865683</id><published>2010-05-13T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:38:10.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>I am a bad blogger.  Before my surgery I was blogging daily of my experiences with Lupron.  That was easy and I felt like I had something to say.  Now I don't know what to say but alas I am going to try again.  I am currently struggling to lose weight.  With my medical problems in the past year I have gained weight. Weight that I had busted arse to lose in the first place.  It is so frustrating.  My doctor says that I should be happy with the way I look and accept it.  I think he needs to take a flying leap, nicely of course.  SO here I am, dieting and exercising and ready for camping!!  That is all I have for now, I will check back later and try and keep up with this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-4624466795919865683?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4624466795919865683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=4624466795919865683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4624466795919865683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4624466795919865683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1088941443848819278</id><published>2009-12-14T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:04:59.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over.</title><content type='html'>Well I did it.  I had my hysterectomy and turned 30, within a day of each other.  I never thought that I would be uterus and ovary free at this age.  Well really I never guessed I would ever be without them.  I am having a hard time getting over the fact that they are gone, even though I had no plans to use them ever again.  I am sure it is all related to the fact that now I have no CHOICE in whether to use them again.  So here I am, 30, post menopausal, with this dandy little estrogen patch stuck to my rear end.  I am not sure what to feel.  People ask how I am feeling and I don't really know how to answer.  Do they mean physically? Physically I feel good.  Not great, but I haven't felt great in months.  I am tired.  I am sore, but no more pain daily like I was getting used to.  Emotionally I am a roller coaster.  I doubt that is what people are asking though when they ask how I am feeling.  But there it is.  I am an emotional mess right now.  I am trying to find the perfect estrogen balance within my body and it is not easy.  Hell going from way too much estrogen to none at all has been insane.  The hot flashes, oh my!! I was outside in freezing temps with no coat.  I have my own built in furnace, perhaps I am becoming a werewolf.  Well I would think that except my hair is falling out.  It is a good thing I have very thick hair to begin with or I would be well on my way to sporting a new Skullette.  I definitely have my ups and downs.  All in all I am more content and happy with life but I guess I am still sad over the fact that this has all happened.  I was sort of attached to my female reproductive system, if you know what I mean.  I see the doctor this week for a 2 week follow up.  I am starting to feel more tired now than I was last week since I have returned to my Mommy duties now that Mike has gone back to work.  I am still not ready to tackle most of the housework and spend most of the day in my bed on my computer but I am slowly getting back to normal.... well I suppose my new "normal".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1088941443848819278?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1088941443848819278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1088941443848819278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1088941443848819278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1088941443848819278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-2486131892800716032</id><published>2009-10-27T16:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:09:39.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween week!</title><content type='html'>Although I can't stand fall(because you know winter is on its way)I love doing Halloween events with my kids.  A few weeks ago we went to an annual event at a local park and got oodles of candy.  This past weekend we went to the Humane Society for their annual Howl and Boo event, followed by a new to us event.  We had heard about an event called Trick or Treat Street.  It is put on at a camp for disabled people.  The admission was $2 per trick or treater.  I was amazed at how nice this event was.  The disabled people loved the kids and of course the kids loved the candy.  There was a haunted maze and after all the outdoor activities were done you could go inside and purchase cotton candy, popcorn, hot chocolate, etc.  It was one of the best Halloween activities I have ever attended, and it was for a good cause.  It will definitely be a yearly event for us now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-2486131892800716032?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2486131892800716032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=2486131892800716032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2486131892800716032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2486131892800716032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-week.html' title='Halloween week!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1048297475626007358</id><published>2009-10-19T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:51:14.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to blog about</title><content type='html'>I have been spending most of my online time reading about what to expect from my upcoming hyst.  I am so scared but at the same time I am looking forward to being pain free.  I am having a hard time coming to terms with this.  I had an ovarian cyst back in 1999 after taking a steroid injection due to severe internal and external poison ivy.  I literally had it head to toe.  After that I had no problems, everything was normal.  I conceived my first child accidentally, but was happy about it after the shock settled.  When Aden was 2 we decided to start trying for number 2.  I assumed it would be right away since Aden happened so unexpectedly and quickly.  Months went on and on and I was not getting pregnant.  Finally I got pregnant only for it to be a chemical pregnancy.  I was told to wait a few months but of course I did not listen.  As soon as I got home from vacation, during which it was confirmed a nonviable pregnancy, I attacked my husband and Voila! I was pregnant.  It took 10 months and a lot of trying.  After Cohen was born my periods were fine and no problems.  This past summer I went to OH for a week and came back with a puffy lower abdomen and some unexplained weight gain.  Soon after I was in pain, all the time.  I went to the doctor who confirmed a 6 cm cyst on my ovary.  I had surgery to remove that and do some other things like tie my tubes. Endometriosis was found, unbeknown to be. Soon after the surgery I was in pain again.  I went to my surgeon again who swore there was no way I could be in pain from a cyst again, even though one showed on the ultrasound that was performed 20 minutes before hand.  I consulted another Gyn who had treated me while I was pregnant and she began me on Lupron, which was hellacious in itself.  So now with that option a failure as well I am left with very few actions.  I can live with the pain or I can have a hysterectomy.  At 30.  I have been in pain for about 5 months now and cannot handle much more.  I feel like I have not had enough time to prepare for this.  Then again how can you? Does have years to adjust to this make it any easier?  I have 1 month and 2 weeks until my surgery and it feels like a lifetime away.  I know it will be here sooner than I realize and that scares me as well.  Sometimes I just want to cancel the whole thing. Perhaps I can live with the pain?  I don't think I can but the unknown is what scares me the most.  I am thankful more than I can explain that I have my kids and that I was already at peace that I was done having kids.  Unfortunately there are many women out there who are facing this without having had children already.  I am so greatful but scared nonetheless.  I have never had surgery with the exception of my c-section with my youngest and now I will have had 2 surgeries in less than 6 months.  On the bright side I am hoping my uterus, cervix, ovaries, and tubes weigh at least 10 pounds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1048297475626007358?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1048297475626007358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1048297475626007358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1048297475626007358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1048297475626007358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-much-to-blog-about.html' title='Not much to blog about'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-2903080885537633607</id><published>2009-10-12T18:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:00:52.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>Enough said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-2903080885537633607?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2903080885537633607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=2903080885537633607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2903080885537633607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2903080885537633607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8328836718545092733</id><published>2009-10-08T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:43:58.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Lupron</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor yesterday and it was decided that my next step is to have a hysterectomy.  We have tried all the conventional methods to help with my pain and now we are on our last option.  My surgery is scheduled for December 3, which is the day after my 30th birthday.  I am relieved that the pain should be over soon but I am scared to death. I freaked last time I had surgery and it was not nearly as invasive and scary as this one.  I also worry how I will be able to care for the kids, as I do not like to ask for help.  At least I have a while to prepare for it. Hopefully I will feel tons better before Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8328836718545092733?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8328836718545092733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8328836718545092733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8328836718545092733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8328836718545092733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/bye-bye-lupron.html' title='Bye bye Lupron'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1657861267046285597</id><published>2009-10-05T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:15:11.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robyn's ramblings Take 1</title><content type='html'>Would you choose a Motrin PM or Vicodin..... hmmmm. I need the sleep but I am too afraid of taking something that will knock me out when I am the only parent here for the boys. I am immune to vicodin at this point and the pain is unbearable either way so really I guess neither is the answer. Yes, I am bored. I am lonely. I need a life. Or a hobby. I am over my husband working third shift and I know I should not complain because at least he has a job but when I am emotional and in pain I get whiny. I want to cuddle. I have a searing headache that has not gone away in days. An earache too that sometimes shoots through my ear. It is not pleasant. I would rather be in labor, at least the the stadol makes me goofy and the epidural gives relief. Plus it was amusing to poop on the delivery table and watch my husband almost puke from the stench. Gotta love a man who steals your oxygen mask. At least in labor you know the end is near and the pain will be gone. I am so forgetful. I lost my car, I forget to pack my sons lunch. I forget what I am going to say next. Good thing I have not forgotten my kids yet, although with they way Cohen has been lately it has crossed my mind. I am feeding a stray cat.... you wanna know why? Well do you? To get back at my husband for letting his brother park his boat in the garage. I do sometimes use my evil for good.... sometimes. I think I will copy and paste this to my blog. It is the most clever shiat I have written in a while. No, I am not on drugs..... and I have not been drinking. I think I have finally gone over the deep end. It is lonely here..... anyone wanna jump in with me?&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1657861267046285597?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1657861267046285597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1657861267046285597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1657861267046285597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1657861267046285597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/robyns-ramblings-take-1.html' title='Robyn&apos;s ramblings Take 1'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-386307282926404577</id><published>2009-10-05T19:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:39:57.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SsqCgpuJ8JI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Eef1993DZhw/s1600-h/Give+Me+5+Monday+logo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SsqCgpuJ8JI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Eef1993DZhw/s400/Give+Me+5+Monday+logo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389263401569087634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beccagirlblogspot.blogspot.com/search/label/Give%20Me%20Five"&gt;Give Me 5 Monday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Give Me Five things you would do, if money were no object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off my house and all outstanding bills.&lt;br /&gt;2. Help out my family with their bills.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;4. Open a no kill animal rescue&lt;br /&gt;5. Adopt a daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-386307282926404577?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/386307282926404577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=386307282926404577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/386307282926404577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/386307282926404577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-5.html' title='Monday 5'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SsqCgpuJ8JI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Eef1993DZhw/s72-c/Give+Me+5+Monday+logo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6522281909086384938</id><published>2009-10-05T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:31:30.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum</title><content type='html'>I have an appointment on Wednesday to talk to my doctor about Lupron and what is next in my journey.  I am on constant pain, more than when I started.  I am nauseous at times and my head has not stopped pounding. My ears keep having a shooting pain zing through them. To add insult to injury I can now not sleep.  I will fall asleep, not deeply, and then BAM! I am awake again.  That really sucks.  I am leaning towards the doctor just ripping everything out, although I would be okay with her just taking the ovaries.  I have not done much the last few days because it hurts but hopefully, just hopefully, the end is near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6522281909086384938?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6522281909086384938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6522281909086384938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6522281909086384938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6522281909086384938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8401631856205527251</id><published>2009-10-03T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:02:10.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So down at this point</title><content type='html'>I am still in pain.  The doctors want to treat the symptoms with pain pills but those don't even help.  I am so depressed and filled with rage.  I hate how angry I am inside right now and I am on the verge of tears.  I am so close to just have the hysterectomy.  There is no way I am taking the third shot.  I am two weeks past my second shot and I just can't handle it anymore.  I just want to crawl in a hole and die.  I am such a horrid person right now.  I feel so out of control at this point and want this all to be over.  I want my old life back, pain free and somewhat mentally healthy.  I am full of rage and think I could really get into a physical altercation with someone and not even care.  I have dropped the F bomb at my husband so many times this week.  I am so tired that from 3 to 8 pm I cannot keep my eyes open. Add to this the stress of my family and I could just lose it anytime now.  Ugh.  I hate life right now.  Even my antidepressants don't cut it anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8401631856205527251?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8401631856205527251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8401631856205527251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8401631856205527251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8401631856205527251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-down-at-this-point.html' title='So down at this point'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8740005432719305141</id><published>2009-09-30T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:26:14.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in pain</title><content type='html'>My ovaries are rebelling on me.  As long as I do nothing too "strenuous" my ovaries and I have an agreement to get along.  However if I do anything to piss them off they let me know it.  Apparently my body does not want me doing kettlebells.  I did some sit ups and twists last night while watching the Biggest Loser.  Today I am cramping like there is no tomorrow.  I am so over this.  I am going to call my OBGYN tomorrow to see what is up.  I cannot live a sedentary life.  I will not be fat and I will not live like this.  I am done.  I thought the Lurpon was supposed to help, but after my last shot I have been is such pain.  Not to mention I am so cranky and bitchy right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8740005432719305141?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8740005432719305141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8740005432719305141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8740005432719305141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8740005432719305141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-in-pain.html' title='Still in pain'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-5813009228373812060</id><published>2009-09-29T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:27:28.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't remember</title><content type='html'>Still taking Lupron and oh my, my memory is shot.  I forget what I am doing more often than not.  Today I forgot to make Aden's lunch for school and remembered as we were walking out the door.  Then this afternoon I forgot where I parked my car at Target.  I was wondering aimlessly around the parking lot to find it.  This may be the most annoying side effect to date.  The pain is starting to subside again, which is wonderful.  I am still using the Vivelle patch and although I have a hot flash here and there, they are very manageable.  One more shot to go and then I have to make the decision if I am going to have the hysterectomy or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-5813009228373812060?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5813009228373812060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=5813009228373812060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5813009228373812060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5813009228373812060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-remember.html' title='I can&apos;t remember'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1986115230893917872</id><published>2009-09-29T18:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:24:23.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been away again</title><content type='html'>On Friday I received a phone call from my sister letting me know that my brother in law was going to have a open heart surgery to repair a broken heart valve.  She wanted me to come to Ohio and be there with her.  Of course there was no way I would say no.  My wonderful friend Jodi volunteered to go with me and drive.  We made it to the hospital right when he was coming out of surgery  Thankfully the surgery went well and he is now recovering in the ICU.  I was so scared that he would die and he almost did.  He was basically drowning in his own blood.  It was originally diagnosed as pneumonia last week, which mimics the symptoms of congestive heart failure.  I am so glad that he was at the hospital when he was or I may have still been in Ohio consoling my sister and burying Robert.  I am so thankful that Jo was there for me and for my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1986115230893917872?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1986115230893917872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1986115230893917872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1986115230893917872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1986115230893917872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-away-again.html' title='Been away again'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8577880145393785663</id><published>2009-09-23T17:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:55:55.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the pain</title><content type='html'>I have been having such bad cramping and pain in my lower back since I received my shot on Monday.  It is bad enough that even vicodin is not taking the pain away.  I don't know if this is normal but I suppose I will call my doctor in the morning.  On top of that I am also getting a cold and or ear infection.  At least the pain pill took away my ear pain for now.  I just want to be healthy.  Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8577880145393785663?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8577880145393785663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8577880145393785663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8577880145393785663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8577880145393785663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-th-e-pain.html' title='Oh the pain'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-4872696901210654717</id><published>2009-09-21T14:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:43:19.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SrfIFL59MXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vbj0uGzM-E8/s1600-h/manic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SrfIFL59MXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vbj0uGzM-E8/s400/manic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383991870965494130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmondaymeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;MANIC MONDAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be willing to have horrible nightmares every night for a year if you would be rewarded with extraordinary wealth? I would, only because when I have a nightmare I can usually wake myself up from them.  I think being "wealthy" would be a big stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the most recent movie that made you cry? I can't think of the last movie that made me cry but the last show that made me cry was Biggest Loser.  There is a contestant on there that has been through what to me would be the worst thing ever: losing my spouse and kids to death.  I am not a big crier but her story got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be stranded on an island alone or with someone you hate? I would say with someone I hate.  Who knows, maybe we could put aside our differences and get along.  I would hate to be stranded completely alone, I would go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-4872696901210654717?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4872696901210654717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=4872696901210654717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4872696901210654717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4872696901210654717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/manic-monday-182-would-you-be-willing.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SrfIFL59MXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vbj0uGzM-E8/s72-c/manic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6762117917885994605</id><published>2009-09-21T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:35:20.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot number 2</title><content type='html'>Today was my second shot of Lurpon.  I have a screaching headache and a three year old who is full of piss and vinegar today.  I forgot how bad the headaches are at the beginning.  My lower back hurts, I have cramps, and I am oh so tired.  The cloudy day may be causing the fatigue but ugh, I want to go back to bed!  Hopefully this months shot takes the pain away! Well I better go ice my bum bum or it will be sore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6762117917885994605?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6762117917885994605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6762117917885994605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6762117917885994605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6762117917885994605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/shot-number-2.html' title='Shot number 2'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-2359698424764251499</id><published>2009-09-15T22:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:46:20.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold sore</title><content type='html'>Yup, I have lip herpes.  I was not sure if it was MRSA since my 6 year old has that currently on his thigh.  I ended up going to the doctor to find out that it is simply a cold sore.  After doing some reading they can be linked to hormonal changes.  Hmm, can't think of a reason my hormones are outta whack! lol  The estrogen patch is working wonders.  I know longer have the night sweats and have to sleep with my arms and hands near the window.  I hope things keeping going this well.  My second shot is on the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-2359698424764251499?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2359698424764251499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=2359698424764251499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2359698424764251499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2359698424764251499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold-sore.html' title='Cold sore'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1242398818654449836</id><published>2009-09-13T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:38:16.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun...........</title><content type='html'>Today I got my first full blast hot flash.  Oh my, it made me so nauseous.  I ended up applying a Vivelle Estrogen patch and oh what sweet relief.  I am still a bit queasy and have no appetite but at least I can function.  After a long nap I also have a bit of a headache.  Hopefully the patch keeps the sickies at bay.  It reminded me way too much of my pregnancies with my boys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1242398818654449836?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1242398818654449836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1242398818654449836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1242398818654449836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1242398818654449836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun...........'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-2100217083274296432</id><published>2009-09-12T09:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:30:20.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SqufuumVc5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SeF3Ae3zcJE/s1600-h/logo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 78px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SqufuumVc5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SeF3Ae3zcJE/s400/logo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380569804955808658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saturday 9: You Like Me Too Much&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If everyone liked each other, what would we complain about? Our spouses, PMS, politicians, our body shapes.  The list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were most powerful person in the world, how would you use that power? wow.  Really I would never want to be the most powerful person.  That is way too much responsibility and you are the first to be blamed when something goes wrong.  I would give the power to someone else to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If had exactly one year to live, what are the three things you'd want to do before you died? I would want to spend as much time as I could with my family and friends, go to Hawaii, and ride a dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could change one thing about the world, what would that one thing be? Poverty.  It amazes and saddens me that in our world people can be so poor that they have no place to live and no food to eat.  In America of all places, this should not be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could take one thing back, what would that one thing be? My attitude in the past.  I hurt people and I feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were stuck on an island forever but had all the water, food and shelter you needed. What would be the three other things you'd bring with you? Books, my cell phone, and my computer.  I would needs lots of books though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the internet didn't exist, would the quality of life go up or down? For some, it would improve their lives greatly.  The internet is so addictive.  On the flip side, without the internet it would be harder to stay in touch with people from your lives, and can you imagine using the library for research and info instead of Google?  I do  not think I could live without Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If a million dollars fell off a back of a truck, would you keep it? If there was no way I was ever going to get caught.... hellz yes.  If I had a million dollars I would be able to live on it the rest of my life and leave some for my kids.  With a million dollars I would pay off my house and debt and my husband would work just part time.  The rest would go into the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is something you said, something you stole, something you did wrong? Last night I told Aden how proud I am of him for being so brave when I have to drain the infection from his leg.  Once I stole Viagra from the pharmacy I worked for.  I had read that if women use it, it can make the O more powerful or something.  Yup, didn't work and I fell asleep for most of the time it was in my system.  I do lots of things wrong, I have the worst coordination.  Sometimes if I want my husband to do something and he is procrastinating I will do it wrong because I know then at least he will come home and fix it.  I did this recently when I wanted some photos hung on the wall and I had waited months for him to do it.  I apparently used the wrong nails and when he came home he fixed the nails and straightened the pictures.  Works every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-2100217083274296432?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2100217083274296432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=2100217083274296432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2100217083274296432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2100217083274296432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-9.html' title='Saturday 9'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SqufuumVc5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SeF3Ae3zcJE/s72-c/logo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6119881751507099802</id><published>2009-09-12T09:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:17:41.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 6</title><content type='html'>6 questions on this beautiful Saturday brought to you by &lt;a href="http://blazingminds.co.uk/category/saturday-six/"&gt;Saturday Six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   1. How do you feel when something is scraped down a chalk board? It makes me want   to break something. &lt;br /&gt;   2. If you won a big amount on a lottery, what would be the first thing you would buy? I would buy new furniture for my entire house and then I would pay off my house.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Cheese or Pineapple? Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;   4. Elephant or Mouse? Elephant.  How cute!&lt;br /&gt;   5. What’s the first object you see in your room that is yellow? A manilla folder with all of our important papers inside it.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Early riser or late sleeper? Late sleeper.  I am so not a morning person at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6119881751507099802?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6119881751507099802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6119881751507099802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6119881751507099802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6119881751507099802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/satruday-6.html' title='Saturday 6'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1335982173231187376</id><published>2009-09-12T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:09:06.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lupron</title><content type='html'>Still nothing new on the Lupron front.  Same symptoms as before.  Every day I keep waiting for my ovaries to begin their long siesta but alas they won't nod off.  Last night I had some ovary pain right before bed and I kept getting hot and then cold, all night long.  Really though, compared to other blogs and sites I have read, I cannot complain at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1335982173231187376?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1335982173231187376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1335982173231187376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1335982173231187376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1335982173231187376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/lupron.html' title='Lupron'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-901647990151549314</id><published>2009-09-12T09:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:06:58.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for some football?!?!?</title><content type='html'>In the past few years I have really gotten into college football.  My brother is a senior at Ohio State, so naturally that is my all time favorite team.  Good thing they are good.  I am so not a fan on fall.  Now don't get me wrong, it is a beautiful season with all the leaves changing colors.  However fall makes me sad, because I know the long harsh winters of Michigan are on the way.  I am so not a fan of cooler weather, or that dreaded "S" word (snow...ewww) so fall to me is the preamble of winter.  At least I have football on Saturdays to help pass the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-901647990151549314?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/901647990151549314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=901647990151549314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/901647990151549314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/901647990151549314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are you ready for some football?!?!?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1152374421380496384</id><published>2009-09-10T18:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:53:15.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Sql90uZy7zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/H9JpiWHwtZM/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Sql90uZy7zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/H9JpiWHwtZM/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379969574633664306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first &lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;Thursday Thirteen&lt;/a&gt;  I hope you enjoy it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Moments I will never forget! (In no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The day my boys were born.  These 2 days were so amazing and emotion filled. I love them more than I could ever have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;2. The night my brother was born.  It was a stormy cold winter night. My grandmother came in and told my sister and I that we had a baby brother.  He was 2 months premature and had many health issues but I loved him from the moment I saw him.  We are still close to this day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meeting my husband for the first time.  We met online and then he decided to drive  to Ohio to meet me.  I was so scared.  I also knew and told a friend he was the man I was going to marry.  Little did I know that it would take 11 years to do so.&lt;br /&gt;4. My Mom's cerebral aneurysm.  I still remember this day as if it were yesterday, even though it has been 5 years.  It ranks up there as one of the worst days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;5. My Dad's heart attack while my Mom was in ICU for her aneurysm.  I remember him calling me and telling me he did not feel well and that I needed to come to his work.  It was horrible when I walked in and his coworkers told me that he was having chest pains and an ambulance was on the way.  This is another of the worst days I can ever remember.&lt;br /&gt;6. September 11th.  I do not know how anyone who lived through that moment in history will ever forget that moment.  I was in bed and Mike called to tell me to turn on the tv.  It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;7. My wedding day.  Oh I was so nervous that I actually threw up in Jo's driveway.  I so tried not to cry during my ceremony so instead I giggled hysterically.  Oh what a moment.&lt;br /&gt;8. My Grandfather's funeral.  I was about 6 at the time and I can still feel his coldness to this day.  I remember kissing his forehead and he was so cold.  I do not think I can ever erase that memory, it still gives me chills.&lt;br /&gt;9. The first time Mike told me he loved me.  We were in his truck and oh how I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;10. Aden's first day of school.  It was just one year ago that I had to face the facts that my little boy was not so little anymore.  Of course I cried.  It was so hard.&lt;br /&gt;11. The motorcyclist that drove into my Dad's car, head on.  On our way to vacation a man riding a motorcycle and no helmet hit some rocks during a turn and crashed into my parents car, which was right ahead of the car I was in.  Watching the man bleed and convulse was horrifying.  It seemed to take the paramedics forever to get there.   To this day I cannot stand the sounds or sight of motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;12.The day we bought our new house.  Well it was new to us, then.  I love my house.  I can see myself living here until we die (or divorce) whatever should come first. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;13. Telling my Mom that I was pregnant the first time.  Oh my, was I scared. I could not tell her for the first few weeks.  It was not until I became very ill and had to go to the hospital that I IM'd her on AOL messenger to give her the news.  Of course she told my Dad, who then called me.  I was more afraid of him, than I was of her.  They took it well and were very supportive.  It was much worse in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1152374421380496384?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1152374421380496384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1152374421380496384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1152374421380496384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1152374421380496384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-13.html' title='Thursday 13'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Sql90uZy7zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/H9JpiWHwtZM/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1320123355667343742</id><published>2009-09-10T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:25:34.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughhhh..... my weight</title><content type='html'>One of the problems with having too much estrogen is that you gain weight, mostly on the middle part of your body.  I had worked so hard in the past year to drop some weight and then all of the sudden.... BAM!!!!!!!!!!!  It came back again with my lovely cyst.  I am now trying to lose it again, although I have lost some of it.  It is just so frustrating when I did not "do" anything to gain it in the first place.  I am currently participating in a Biggest Loser challenge and hope to drop some of this stubborn weight.  My biggest challenge right now is exercising.  I rode my bike for 6 to 8 miles the other night and felt great.  I do not mind working out when I get out of the house to do it.  I need to be in a zone, without kids, without constant interruption.  Once I start doing it, I am great at it.  I am also apprehensive about doing too much right now because I do not know how it will make me feel the next day, pain wise.  I am so afraid of that darned ovarian pain coming back that I am scared to do my pilates core exercises.  I want to slim down and look smoking hot on my 30th birthday which is a little less than 3 months away.  I can do it.  I think I can.... I think I can...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1320123355667343742?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1320123355667343742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1320123355667343742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1320123355667343742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1320123355667343742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/ughhhh-my-weight.html' title='Ughhhh..... my weight'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-3784940077543924239</id><published>2009-09-10T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:18:03.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School's back from summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Sql68Ta-tOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zulLJxWf17s/s1600-h/friendly+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Sql68Ta-tOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zulLJxWf17s/s400/friendly+085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379966406294942946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aden started first grade this week, while Cohen is going to 3 year old preschool.  Aden enjoys school, but would rather stay home and play video games.  Cohen on the other hand seems to love school and cried when he did not get to go yesterday.  It is not easy to explain to a 3 year old that he only goes to school on Tuesdays and Thursdays when his big brother is going all week.  I hope the rest of the school year goes as easy as this first week has.  Cohen has not cried at school when I have left him yet.  He just sits there and waves at me from his carpet square, while other kids are running around and screaming, trying to get out of the room.  It is almost comical to see these little kids.  Of course I would not feel that way if it were one of mine.  Thankfully both my boys seem to be okay with separation from Mommy, although that was not always true with Co-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-3784940077543924239?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3784940077543924239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=3784940077543924239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/3784940077543924239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/3784940077543924239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-back-from-summer.html' title='School&apos;s back from summer!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Sql68Ta-tOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zulLJxWf17s/s72-c/friendly+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8453343903523274160</id><published>2009-09-10T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:12:32.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been away</title><content type='html'>I was away last week on vacation with my parents and this is the first week of school, so things have been crazy.  The only new side effect of the Lupron would be the night sweats that wake me up.  The past two nights I have been so hot at night.  I am pretty sure I had a cyst that ruptured last week on vacation.  After that I did not really have any ovarian pain until today when I was cramping pretty badly.  I am scheduled for my next shot on September 21st.  My OB called in some Estrogen patches that I am supposed to use if the hot flashes start to bother me.  I am 2 weeks and 1 day from the 1st shot and so far I am glad that I went ahead and got it.  The horror stories I have read scared me, but so far so good.  Let's just hope it keeps up and shuts off my ovaries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8453343903523274160?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8453343903523274160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8453343903523274160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8453343903523274160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8453343903523274160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-away.html' title='Been away'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-3505257443688981472</id><published>2009-08-29T15:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:23:33.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days of Lupron</title><content type='html'>So far so good.  Slight headache and some cramping last night.  I was able to sleep with a little help from my good friend Advil PM.  I sure hope things continue on this path while I am on this med.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-3505257443688981472?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3505257443688981472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=3505257443688981472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/3505257443688981472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/3505257443688981472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-days-of-lupron.html' title='4 days of Lupron'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-577770081302204539</id><published>2009-08-29T12:58:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:13:11.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Splg-7YM36I/AAAAAAAAAFg/IFjpSq48HEE/s1600-h/smiley-saturday-2.thumbnail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Splg-7YM36I/AAAAAAAAAFg/IFjpSq48HEE/s400/smiley-saturday-2.thumbnail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375434264450752418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are what make me smile many times a day.  They are the sweetest, silliest, funniest parts of my life.  They are worth every minute of work I have to do.  When you look at their silly faces, how can you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SplgtUlITrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_zEGc4hyWuY/s1600-h/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SplgtUlITrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_zEGc4hyWuY/s400/cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375433961978220210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Splg3XB7CvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_51arC_GM4U/s1600-h/kissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Splg3XB7CvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_51arC_GM4U/s400/kissy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375434134434548466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you &lt;a href="http://www.lighteningonline.com/smiley-saturday/"&gt;SMILE?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-577770081302204539?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/577770081302204539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=577770081302204539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/577770081302204539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/577770081302204539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-two-are-what-make-me-smile-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Splg-7YM36I/AAAAAAAAAFg/IFjpSq48HEE/s72-c/smiley-saturday-2.thumbnail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6892904413145243253</id><published>2009-08-29T12:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:14:11.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Splc9rL-sQI/AAAAAAAAADo/AJB-9ZUKvfI/s1600-h/logo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Splc9rL-sQI/AAAAAAAAADo/AJB-9ZUKvfI/s400/logo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375429844878143746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 9: &lt;a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting.html"&gt;The Waiting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone? Of course... that is how I met my husband.  We used to chat online all the time when we lived apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you eat oreos? not very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you cocky? me? never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you have an imaginary friend as a kid? nope, I have one now though:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What t.v. station do you watch the most? Discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever seen the ocean? yes and I love it.  I could live there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been hospitalized? yes, I have had 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favorite brand of rootbeer? Barq's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Could you live without a computer? Hellz no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6892904413145243253?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6892904413145243253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6892904413145243253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6892904413145243253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6892904413145243253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-welcome-to-saturday-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Splc9rL-sQI/AAAAAAAAADo/AJB-9ZUKvfI/s72-c/logo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8465649314997513302</id><published>2009-08-28T17:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:58:26.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SphQDqUNzsI/AAAAAAAAADY/Bu1hS57k1Hs/s1600-h/fri5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SphQDqUNzsI/AAAAAAAAADY/Bu1hS57k1Hs/s400/fri5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375134179095596738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these questions &lt;a href="http://www.friday5.org/?p=215"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. How’s your tolerance for alcohol? It depends on what I am drinking.&lt;br /&gt;2. How’s your tolerance for noisy neighbors? Shoot em.  Ok not really, they cut    my grass.&lt;br /&gt;3. How’s your tolerance for physical pain? You want to ask me this now? I have been in pain since the end of June.  I would say I am almost used to it now.&lt;br /&gt;4. How’s your tolerance for intolerant people? I hate intolerant people.  Really I just hate everyone equally.&lt;br /&gt;5. How’s your tolerance for bad music? If I don't like it, I will just change the station or sing over it.  Gotta love the booby song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8465649314997513302?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8465649314997513302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8465649314997513302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8465649314997513302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8465649314997513302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SphQDqUNzsI/AAAAAAAAADY/Bu1hS57k1Hs/s72-c/fri5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-7827682862729259371</id><published>2009-08-28T17:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:11:41.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SphHZAFj4dI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4MMS2fcU2R8/s1600-h/hot+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SphHZAFj4dI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4MMS2fcU2R8/s400/hot+air.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375124650112311762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City of Wyoming is having a hot air balloon launch tomorrow in celebration of its 50th Anniversary.  I think I am going to have to take the boys.  In addition there will be concessions set up for food and drinks.  Now let's just hope the weather cooperates.  I am so over this fall like weather.  I want it hot and I want it now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-7827682862729259371?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7827682862729259371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=7827682862729259371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7827682862729259371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7827682862729259371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/city-of-wyoming-is-having-hot-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/SphHZAFj4dI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4MMS2fcU2R8/s72-c/hot+air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6714055679288339886</id><published>2009-08-28T16:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:46:45.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are people thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spg8D-FpViI/AAAAAAAAADI/_zxg3LGmkOg/s1600-h/POOCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spg8D-FpViI/AAAAAAAAADI/_zxg3LGmkOg/s400/POOCH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375112194170639906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spg8DeItLuI/AAAAAAAAADA/7TiAqdOwHS8/s1600-h/PEACOCK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spg8DeItLuI/AAAAAAAAADA/7TiAqdOwHS8/s400/PEACOCK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375112185593540322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spg8C-IvTUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IRd-WmEZ3D0/s1600-h/pANDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spg8C-IvTUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IRd-WmEZ3D0/s400/pANDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375112177003744578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were my favorite ones but you can see more &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1208913/The-poodles-transformed-pandas-horses-snails-creative-grooming-dog-shows.html"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;    Some will make you giggle, while  others will make you scratch your head and think what the eff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6714055679288339886?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6714055679288339886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6714055679288339886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6714055679288339886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6714055679288339886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-are-people-thinking.html' title='What are people thinking?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spg8D-FpViI/AAAAAAAAADI/_zxg3LGmkOg/s72-c/POOCH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-9213805208164051551</id><published>2009-08-28T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:06:53.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will mark my one year wedding anniversary.   My husband and I got married after dating for 10 years.  I did not expect much to change since we had lived together (oh the sin) for so long but in reality we have grown closer to each other.  I am so excited for our date tomorrow night, we are going back to Outback Steakhouse, which is where we ate on our wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/robyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-9213805208164051551?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9213805208164051551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=9213805208164051551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/9213805208164051551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/9213805208164051551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss331/MMCmom/siggy/th_robyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6159134868254117002</id><published>2009-08-28T14:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:41:26.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of Lupron</title><content type='html'>Here we are, my third day of Lupron.  My headache is not nearly as severe as yesterday but now I am battling insomnia.  On a good note, I am not tired today.  Rather I feel like I could run in a marathon.  The pain was pretty intense in my lower back last night, which I remedied with some good ole Vicodin aka my best friend.   Not too many complaints besides that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6159134868254117002?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6159134868254117002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6159134868254117002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6159134868254117002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6159134868254117002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/lupron-day-2.html' title='Day 3 of Lupron'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-4866416948420129772</id><published>2009-08-28T13:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:24:59.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fill Ins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spgbr1gDQwI/AAAAAAAAACI/DC_xcZKdBfg/s1600-h/FridayFillIn-Header3a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 62px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spgbr1gDQwI/AAAAAAAAACI/DC_xcZKdBfg/s200/FridayFillIn-Header3a.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375076595176522498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to play along? &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friday Fill In&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphic courtesy of &lt;a href="http://highlow92907.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tonya!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He was a good guy that all the bad girls wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. College football  is what I look forward to most this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My best friend helped me with this. I would have no idea how to blog without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to be honest with you, I think you are swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Appearances can be changed but personality matters more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The last person I gave a hug to was my 2 boys, at the same time since they were fighting over who go to hug me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to time with friend, tomorrow my plans include dinner with my husband for our 1 year wedding anniversary and Sunday, I want to have a great time with my family on vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-4866416948420129772?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4866416948420129772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=4866416948420129772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4866416948420129772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4866416948420129772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-fill-ins.html' title='Friday Fill Ins'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Spgbr1gDQwI/AAAAAAAAACI/DC_xcZKdBfg/s72-c/FridayFillIn-Header3a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-7528477423448233192</id><published>2009-08-27T15:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:19:21.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Hot flash!</title><content type='html'>Well I guess the dreaded Lupron hot flashes have begun.  Aside from a mild headache and feeling a little groggy from last nights sleeping pill, I feel fine.  I have had two hot flashes, pretty close together and it was bearable.  Annoying, but bearable.  I will have to remember when I go out to layer my tops so that if one comes on I can just remove my top layer. Thankfully we are having a cool "summer" day here in Michigan.  Perhaps cleaning the boys rooms brought it on, perhaps I should refrain from cleaning.  It must be a sign that my body does not like to clean.  How I wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-7528477423448233192?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7528477423448233192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=7528477423448233192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7528477423448233192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7528477423448233192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-hot-flash.html' title='Holy Hot flash!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1136221422644746910</id><published>2009-08-26T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:51:06.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lupron.... day 1</title><content type='html'>Today was my first shot of Lupron.  After spending the past 10 days reading every horror story on the net, I went through with it.  I got a one month injection and if I can tolerate it I will receive another next month, and continuously for 3 to 6 months, depending on my response.  So far my only side effect is a nagging headache that will not go away.  I bought some Advil PM this evening because I need sleep.  I was up most of last night trying to decide if I was going to do the shot or opt for a hysterectomy.  I am hoping to use my blog now to help me through the next few weeks and to keep track of my Lupron experience, whatever it may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1136221422644746910?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1136221422644746910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1136221422644746910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1136221422644746910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1136221422644746910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/lupron-day-1.html' title='Lupron.... day 1'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8399039534481310615</id><published>2009-08-26T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:47:19.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a summer</title><content type='html'>This summer has been pretty rough for me health wise.  In June I went to Ohio to see my family and while I was there I happened to gain some weight.... for no reason.  When I got home I was very bloated and started to have pains near my right ovary.  After an ultrasound it was found that I had a 6 cm cyst on my right ovary.  Surgery was scheduled and all went well.  I had a cyst removed from my right ovary, an adhesion removed from my left, some endometriosis removed, and a whole slew of other things as well.  SO fast forward a month and once again the pain begins.  At first I was blown off by the OB/GYN that performed my surgery so I went to the OB who treated me while I was pregnant.  So the decision came to be that I would try Lupron to shut down my ovaries and put me into a menopause like state.  Today was my first shot.  I was so scared to take it! I am hoping it works and I can finally feel better.  I am so glad that all these problems started after I had my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8399039534481310615?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8399039534481310615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8399039534481310615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8399039534481310615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8399039534481310615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-summer.html' title='What a summer'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-4434570785831213956</id><published>2008-09-09T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:52:58.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>My oldest son is getting so big.  Last week he started school for the first time.  It was hard to let him go but I can already see him maturing and learning.  The first day I cried, now I look forward to dropping him off and I am ready to pick him up at the end of the day.  He goes everyday, all day.  It is so hard to watch your children grow up and at the same time realize as they age, so do you.  Starting school brings forth a whole new set of problems to deal with.  Are they making friends? Eating all of their lunch? Do they miss us during the day? Do they feel abandoned.  Sometimes I want to drive to the playground and peek through the fence to see what he is up to/if he is having a good time.  This being a parent is hard stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-4434570785831213956?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4434570785831213956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=4434570785831213956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4434570785831213956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/4434570785831213956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-71857004564871769</id><published>2008-09-08T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:42:18.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I iz a married woman now............</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not Mike and I finally tied the night.  After returning home from a two week vacation in June I decided that it was time to take the big step.  I got little to no hesitation from Mike and we decided to shoot for the end of the summer.  We had always talked about getting hitched before Aden started school so we got married August 29th and had a small reception on the 30th.  We went to the courthouse for the ceremony and I giggled through the whole thing.  I honestly do not remember much of it, I was so nervous.  I was trying not to cry so I think that is why I was laughing.  Not to mention Mike was making faces at me as I said my vows.  On my wedding night my friends surprised us with a motel room all decked out.  It was the best, most thoughtful present I could have gotten.  We had a wonderful time and I will never forget it.  The next morning the above mentioned friends picked me up for more surprises.  I got my make up professionally done and then we had a breakfast of bagels and mimosa.  It was friggen awesome!!! We had the reception in our backyard and it turned out pretty nice.  I am so relieved it is over and now I have health insurance again LOL.  Besides that, nothing much has really changed as the result of being a married woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-71857004564871769?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/71857004564871769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=71857004564871769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/71857004564871769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/71857004564871769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-iz-married-woman-now.html' title='I iz a married woman now............'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-5677895111271766822</id><published>2008-03-09T20:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:30:42.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blows my mind</title><content type='html'>So I currently enrolled in a US history course.  Wow do they really only tell you the glorified version of history in grade school!!!  It amazes me the things that our government and its leaders have done in the not so distant past.  The subject that totally put my panties in a wad is the fact that the government secretly sterilized men and women they considered "feebleminded".  The definition of feebleminded was vague and  often women who birthed children out of wedlock were given the label.  This happened from the 20's and continued well into the 1980's.  Are you kidding me?  The government would tell these men and women oh this is a shot for so and so and it was not until year later when they were unable to conceive a child that they learned that the country they loved had deceived them.  So being "easy" or having a child out of wedlock makes you unfit for parenthood? Wow, if that were the case half the country would be locked up in institutions and considered feebleminded.  &lt;br /&gt;I love that when you are taught history in elementary and high school even, they portray our founding fathers and subsequent leaders as they morally righteous men.  Too often we hear today how our society is going down the drain, when in reality the problems we have today were also faced in the past as well.  I believe it was Madison who had an affair with one of his slaves and impregnated her.  Franklin Roosevelt cheated on Eleanor with her secretary and she moved into a separate house on the Roosevelt estate.  Yet when Clinton used cigars as sex toys the nation was in an uproar as he was the leader of the country and dagnabbit he better uphold family morals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-5677895111271766822?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5677895111271766822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=5677895111271766822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5677895111271766822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5677895111271766822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2008/03/blows-my-mind.html' title='Blows my mind'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8985662708161259552</id><published>2008-03-09T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:29:09.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Jojo</title><content type='html'>1. EVER BEEN GIVEN AN ENGAGEMENT RING?&lt;br /&gt; well technically yes, but it is a long story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP?&lt;br /&gt;10 years with Mike, we are so close to getting married. Hopefully within the next year in Jamaica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;Erica's husband doing our taxes, I could kiss that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;just about every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHEN’S THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?&lt;br /&gt;It has been over a week and I feel like a moofer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?&lt;br /&gt;groceries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Johns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ONE FAVORITE SONG?&lt;br /&gt;Pushit by Tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENDED:&lt;br /&gt;Norwood High &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. CELL PHONE SERVICE PROVIDER:&lt;br /&gt;Verizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVORITE MALL STORE:&lt;br /&gt;Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. LONGEST JOB YOU HAD:&lt;br /&gt;Walmart in the accounting office-- until they F'd us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?:&lt;br /&gt;in the past, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. LAST WEDDING YOU ATTENDED:&lt;br /&gt;former Co-workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. FIRST FRIEND YOU’D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY:&lt;br /&gt;Jodi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIEND:&lt;br /&gt;one of them yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT:&lt;br /&gt;I can't pick just one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD:&lt;br /&gt;I love you haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHERE’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;anyplace with liquor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. CAN YOU COOK?&lt;br /&gt;Yes but I don't really like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT CAR DO YOU DRIVE?:&lt;br /&gt;Pontiac Vibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. BEST KISSER:&lt;br /&gt;My Italian Stallion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. MOST DISLIKED FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;My sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;My waistline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LONGEST SHIFT YOU HAVE WORKED AT A JOB?&lt;br /&gt;from 7am to 11 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. CAN YOU SING?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. LAST CONCERT ATTENDED?&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. LAST KISS?&lt;br /&gt;from Cohen he is a kissy boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. LAST MOVIE RENTED:&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.ONE THING YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT?&lt;br /&gt;the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?&lt;br /&gt;LIfe-- because I don't have on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. FAVORITE SPORTS TEAM?&lt;br /&gt;OSU buckeyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. DREAM JOB?&lt;br /&gt;teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. LAST BOOK YOU READ?&lt;br /&gt;American History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. FAVORITE COMEDIAN?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one, my kids maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU SMOKE?&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO, I am very anti-smoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES?&lt;br /&gt;With, it is too cold without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?:&lt;br /&gt;Cohen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK?:&lt;br /&gt;They do but they are hard work and the phone bills are crazy high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE?&lt;br /&gt;a few times, only once when I was driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?&lt;br /&gt;Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?&lt;br /&gt;in an omelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY?:&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?:&lt;br /&gt;Erica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?:&lt;br /&gt;my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?:&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while, I think it was Cary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. NUMBER OF PILLOWS?:&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?:&lt;br /&gt;yoga pants, tank top, and work out shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC:&lt;br /&gt;do the doodlebop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. WHAT KIND OF JELLY DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PB &amp; J?&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?:&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. CAN YOU SWIM?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?:&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint stick or cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. DO YOU LIKE MAPS?&lt;br /&gt;they are ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. TELL ME A RANDOM FACT ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;I love popping zits haha random enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. EVER ATTEND A THEME PARTY?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?&lt;br /&gt;spring or summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING STUPID?&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING ?&lt;br /&gt;way too early &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. BEST THING ABOUT WINTER?:&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. LAST TIME A COP GAVE YOU A TICKET?:&lt;br /&gt;it has been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. NAME OF YOUR FIRST PET?&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. DO YOU THINK PIRATES ARE COOL?&lt;br /&gt;Argh, hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND?&lt;br /&gt;chillin, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. BIRTHDATE?&lt;br /&gt;December 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE:&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. ARE YOU ON A LAPTOP?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. ARE YOU SMILING?:&lt;br /&gt;smirking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD WHERE WOULD YOU GO?&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. ARE YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL?:&lt;br /&gt;thank god NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?:&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, he is Mikes long lost twin and he is so cute lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Avilee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHING SUIT?:&lt;br /&gt;white with pretty flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. DOES YOUR SCHOOL START IN AUGUST?:&lt;br /&gt;yes it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. DID YOU GO ON VACATION LAST MONTH?:&lt;br /&gt;oh I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A CRUISE?:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. ARE YOU UPSTAIRS?:&lt;br /&gt;upstairs from the basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. ARE YOU IN LOVE?:&lt;br /&gt;I suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. WHAT JEWELRY ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;earrings and ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;get lunch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8985662708161259552?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8985662708161259552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8985662708161259552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8985662708161259552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8985662708161259552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2008/03/stolen-from-jojo.html' title='Stolen from Jojo'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-2244955668746335447</id><published>2008-03-09T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:08:16.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Already?</title><content type='html'>So the time has come, my oldest child is going to start Kindergarten in the fall.  Where did the time go?  5 years ago I was officially overdue, huge, with 29 chins and a butt the size of Kentucky.  The birth of Aden was long and painful but the most amazing experience of my life.  It was instantaneous unfaltering love.  Now he is going to be 5 and going to school.  Aden does not want to go to school, he is adamant that he is not going to school and although I know he has to go, I am secretly happy he does not want to leave his mommy. It just seems to unreal.  I see pictures from his life thus far and it seems like they were taken just yesterday.  How can it be that my baby can be 5 on Thursday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-2244955668746335447?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2244955668746335447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=2244955668746335447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2244955668746335447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/2244955668746335447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2008/03/already.html' title='Already?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6589863877217344040</id><published>2008-03-09T11:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:00:14.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring?</title><content type='html'>So we have sprung forward..... where the BLEEP is Spring? HAHA. For those of us in northern climates, we have been stuck in the house for the past 5 months.  I am going stir crazy. I am ready to pull my hair out and run around nekkid in protest of the cold.  Why do I live in Michigan? I have no clue, but it is sure not for the weather.  I need the warmth. I need the sun.  I need flip flops and tank tops and bronze skin.  It is not a WANT, it is a NEED.  I can not wait to see the first signs of spring, the tulips trying to break through the cold ground, grass starting to come back to life.  Playdates at places other than McDonalds or the germ ridden mall, porch parties and bon fires with the best friends ever..... ahh. I need a time machine, to fast forward time just a few weeks.... or months.... after all we do live in Michigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6589863877217344040?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6589863877217344040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6589863877217344040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6589863877217344040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6589863877217344040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring.html' title='Spring?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6648254034758450156</id><published>2008-01-21T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:45:40.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking out</title><content type='html'>So there is a chance that I may be pregnant and I am so scared.  I love the 2 kids I have with all of my heart but the thought of adding another makes me want to jump off of a cliff.  Last week we had a bit of an accident and did not use protection, although  I tried it was just too late.  So here I sit, analyzing every symptom over and over.  I am tired, my chest hurts, etc.  Of course these symptoms can be attributed to things other than pregnancy but none the less I am scared crapless.  Would I love the baby, of course! However I have no desire what so ever to ever EVER EVER be pregnant again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6648254034758450156?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6648254034758450156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6648254034758450156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6648254034758450156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6648254034758450156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking out'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-9138466832449174136</id><published>2007-10-21T17:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:12:24.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick a wide load sign on my ass</title><content type='html'>I have had 2 babies now and I know that pregnancy can reek havoc on your body.  I know that it takes bla bla bla to put it on and bla bla bla to take it off but damnit my take it off bla is not working.  I am so tired of looking in the mirror and seeing my doughy white grossness staring back at me.  I blame my pussy pouch and flabby ass on my second born, the spawn of Satan.  After having my first I was working and needed cute clothes, all the girls in my office had cute clothes while I sported my pregnancy moo moo's. I started working out,doing Pilates and had gr8 results.  I was down to my pre-prreggo weight before getting pregnant with my second spawn.  I did good, trying not to gain as much weight the second time around.  I have lost over 30 pounds since giving birth and I should be happy but really I am sick with myself.  My weight has been fluctuating between 133 and 140 for the past month and a half.  I am only 5 feet so that weight makes me chunky.  I have a spare tire and a pouch that I hate.  My stomach muscles, after being hacked into to remove stubborn Spawn #2, is such a mess.  I wish I could have a tummy tuck or something.  I was so happy not to have stretch marks on my belly but now it doesn't matter.  I still look like I am 3 months post partum.  My belly sags and is so gross.  I do crunches, but still no results.  I hate my pouch, it is so disgusting to look at.  It jiggles.  I have a jello gut.  I watch it wiggle, it makes my babes giggle.  GROSS GROSS GROSS !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-9138466832449174136?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9138466832449174136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=9138466832449174136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/9138466832449174136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/9138466832449174136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/10/stick-wide-load-sign-on-my-ass.html' title='Stick a wide load sign on my ass'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-9044087608716963061</id><published>2007-10-21T16:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:03:17.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free and Clearance</title><content type='html'>When somebody asks if you want to sample something do you think that it is going to cost you?  To me a sample is free, am I wrong?  Then you have stores who think that clearancing an item is taking a few cents off of the regular price.  Come on, that is not clearance.  Clearance is taking more than 50% off the original price.  I am a clearance shopper. I love a good deal and will rarely if ever pay full price for clothing or shoes.  I watch shows like What not to wear ( I am sure some may think I need to be on that show) and I see them get so little for the 5 grand they are wasting.  You know what I could do with 5 thousand dollars??  I would have enough clothes for the rest of my life.  I am so not into todays fashions as it is. I mean really my ass is too large for stirrup pants and I loathe straight leg jeans.  Besides that if I wanted to wear clothes that make me look pregnant, I would get pregnant and wear maternity clothes.  Sorry but I never want to look (or feel) pregnant ever again.  That chapter of my fashion life is forever closed. Thank GOD!! Back to topic though I hate when you see a clearance sign and a shirt regularly priced 9.99 is not 9.07  Come on, that is not a deal, that is a waste of my time.  No need to get my blood pumping in the anticipation of a great price all for that.  Really.  Then you have the stores like Once Upon A Child or Goodwill where they are asking 7 bucks for used pants.  Now they are making it so even the poor cannot afford used clothes.  I just don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-9044087608716963061?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9044087608716963061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=9044087608716963061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/9044087608716963061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/9044087608716963061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-and-clearance.html' title='Free and Clearance'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-5187680586147561023</id><published>2007-10-04T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:47:09.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/RwWJdY1o6HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hb2ArqPdiUU/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/RwWJdY1o6HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hb2ArqPdiUU/s320/kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117647689553078386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see more WW at &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Minutes for Mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com?"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-5187680586147561023?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5187680586147561023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=5187680586147561023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5187680586147561023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/5187680586147561023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/RwWJdY1o6HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hb2ArqPdiUU/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-7010661350355068411</id><published>2007-09-26T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:56:16.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Rvpu3JIRTdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uX1zTFD6cpQ/s1600-h/SV500354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Rvpu3JIRTdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uX1zTFD6cpQ/s320/SV500354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114522220455087570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see more WW at &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Minutes for Mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com?"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-7010661350355068411?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7010661350355068411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=7010661350355068411' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7010661350355068411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7010661350355068411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-can-see-more-ww-at-5-minutes-for.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/Rvpu3JIRTdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uX1zTFD6cpQ/s72-c/SV500354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-7810885196822425049</id><published>2007-09-24T10:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:53:26.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/2334/dyson-pink/"&gt;5 Minutes for Mom&lt;/a&gt;is having an awesome contest. They are giving away a pink Dyson!! Go check it out, and link back to them and comment to get entered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-7810885196822425049?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7810885196822425049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=7810885196822425049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7810885196822425049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7810885196822425049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/09/contest.html' title='contest'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1139476700440730271</id><published>2007-09-12T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:41:23.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Message Boards- friend or foe</title><content type='html'>I am part of a great message board where I have met some great and some not so great women.  For some I use the term "woman" loosely.  After having my first child I was extremely lonely.  None of my friends had kids and were all still in the single partying life.  I had no one to talk to or relate to.  Seriously I think my friends were tired of me wondering out loud about the color and consistency of my babies poops.  So online I went (isn't the internet wonderful) and found a local message board to meet some new people to share this crazy journey called motherhood with.  So four years and like 2 zillion boards later I am hooked.  I have found some of my best friends (and worst enemies) on these boards.  Not only have the boards taught me more about raising my child, it has brought me confidence and lifelong friendships.&lt;br /&gt;Are message boards for everyone? Nope.  Some people cannot handle boards.  They cannot keep up, handle disagreements, or think they are "just message boards" Well to me they are not just message boards.  For those of us truly invested into the boards the women on them become like family to us.  Sometimes the boards can be our lifelines.  You can go there and be yourself, let your boobs hang low and vent.  You can go there at all hours of the night or day and find someone to talk to.  You know when you sign on that you will find something to read or relate to.  Someone will be looking for a hug or piece of advice.&lt;br /&gt;A message board is worth what you put into it.  If you come to the board with the mentality that it is just a board then what you will walk away with is just a board.  If you come to it looking for friendships you will find just that and sometimes more.  A board is not physical in the sense that it can control you.  You have control over the board, and your decision and actions on the board, therefor you cannot and should not blame the board for your problems in life.&lt;br /&gt;So are message boards friends or foes? I would have to say neither.  Message boards are the gateway to friends or foe.  They can be positive or negative depending on what you put into and take out of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1139476700440730271?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1139476700440730271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1139476700440730271' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1139476700440730271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1139476700440730271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/09/message-boards-friend-or-foe.html' title='Message Boards- friend or foe'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-1030644165772529232</id><published>2007-09-10T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:54:11.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing me</title><content type='html'>So I am now enrolled full time as a student at the local community college.  I *think* I am going to get a degree in Social Work but who knows.  I mean I have been going to college for so long and I change my mind all the time.  I have ALWAYS wanted to be a teacher but there is such a shortage of jobs in that profession that it almost seems pointless in becoming one.  So anyway I am taking an intro to sociology class taught by a man who thinks he is a GOD because his title is Dr.  A doctor of what I don't know but I may need to see one because he is a pain in my ass.  He has given us so much work for this week. Um hello this is an intro class!! Seriously you would think that it was a 300 level course or something.  We are supposed to read 3 chapters this week, take 3 quizzes, and answer these stupid thought provoking (supposedly) questions, which are completely homogay.  I hate this professor, however the subject matter is awesome.  Why is he so lame though? Luckily I tend to work ahead so I only have one chapter left to read and I have answered some of his super stupid questions. Of course to top off all the work in his class I have 3 others as well, with nowhere near as much work.  Of course I will have the last laugh when I post how much he sucks on ratemyprofessor.com at the end of the semester.  Yeah that will show him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-1030644165772529232?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1030644165772529232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=1030644165772529232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1030644165772529232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/1030644165772529232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/09/killing-me.html' title='Killing me'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-6335362509785490195</id><published>2007-09-10T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:08:10.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it</title><content type='html'>I love it when people decide to delete you from Myspace.  Seriously is this not the most high school-ish act there is?  Especially when you have never done anything to them.  I have always hated the guilt by association rule.  I for one have never been one to say well you are friends with so and so therefore I cannot associate with you.  I mean come on, judge much?  If you are going to delete people then have the balls to message them and tell them why.  Do not hide behind the screen.  There are people on my page that I have never talked to on myspace and yet I would never delete them.  I get annoyed by people who post gay ass bulletins but I CHOOSE not to read the bulletin.  I guess self control in the key word here.  Shit if I were to delete people off my page that I have disagreements with then I would have no one to talk to on there.  Disagreements are part of life.  They make the world go round.  People who cannot handle disagreements need to live in a bubble where their tender little feelers can't be bruised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-6335362509785490195?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6335362509785490195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=6335362509785490195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6335362509785490195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/6335362509785490195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-it.html' title='I love it'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-7105316401389552412</id><published>2007-08-31T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:40:37.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>women and good deals</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up early to go to a warehouse sale at a Carter's outlet store.  It was a madhouse.  As someone who never goes shopping on the day after Thanksgiving I found it almost overwhelming although very exciting.  The countdown until the doors opened and the anticipation of great deals was too much for me to handle before noon.  It was almost a competition to see who could get in the door first.  I got caught up in the excitement and was about the 5th person in the door, cutting off the moms with strollers, there was no way I was letting them in first.  I don't know what came over me, usually I am pretty polite in that respect.  I usually let people go ahead of me, hold doors for others, etc. The thrill of a deal overtook my manners.  In the end I spent eleven bucks and bought three pairs of pajamas for my sons. Would I do it again? Hell yeah.  It is funny to see the way women get when it comes to getting a shirt for 70% off.  I wonder if this is the way men get when they are outside playing football.  It was crazy and from what I hear this sale was tame compared to years past.   In my opinion the deals really were not all that great to begin with but it was still interesting to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-7105316401389552412?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7105316401389552412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=7105316401389552412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7105316401389552412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7105316401389552412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/08/women-and-good-deals.html' title='women and good deals'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-7754331010362038142</id><published>2007-08-31T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:30:51.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="entrytitle" id="post-163"&gt; &lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.com/?p=163" rel="bookmark"&gt;       Feast One Hundred &amp; Fifty Eight      &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;div class="entrymeta"&gt;          August 31st, 2007 | Category: &lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.com/?cat=2" title="View all posts in The Feasts" rel="category tag"&gt;The Feasts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.com/?cat=3" title="View all posts in 2007" rel="category tag"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="entrybody"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the easiest person for you to talk to? Hmm.  I would have to say my friend Danielle.  We see eye to eye on most things and she can be very understanding and insightful without being too pushy.  When we disagree it is usually done respectfully and can see each others points of view without getting our panties in a wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could live in any ancient city during the height of the quality of its society and culture, which one would you choose? I would love to have lived in Cairo Egypt.   The people of this time were amazing.  They were archaeological geniuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most exciting event you’ve ever witnessed? Gosh, talk about a hard question.  Let's see.  I must be boring because I have never really witnessed anything too exciting.  When I worked in accounting it was always very exciting to catch people trying to pass fake checks.  We got to see them get arrested.  I always loved that part of my job.  Haha scammers nice try!!  Get a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a celebrity, what would you do for a publicity stunt? Well I would not drink and drive, that's for sure.  Anything Britney did involving her children I would NOT do, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider the ideal age to have a first child?  I had my first son at 23 and I was ready.  It depends on the person though.  Some people are not ready at 36 while others can no a better job at 18.  I tend to think age, marital status, etc mean little compared to your level of reponsibility, finances, and maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-7754331010362038142?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7754331010362038142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=7754331010362038142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7754331010362038142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/7754331010362038142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-feast.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695486797831819509.post-8720219415595384989</id><published>2007-08-26T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:40:44.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that piss me off</title><content type='html'>I hate system abusers.  You know the type, the ones who have 50 kids by 50 daddies and do not work to pay for them.  The kind who claim to be disabled so that they can sit at home with their cats and cry on message boards.  The kind who cannot be thankful for what they do have and instead want the world to feel sorry for them and pity them.  Whatever happened to self respect, to pride?  Whatever happened to working for what you have and for what you want or need?  Now don't get me wrong, I am all for lending a helping hand to those in NEED.  Sometimes life throws you a turd and everything turns to shit.  I get that, I have been there.  However I find it utterly ridiculous that there are people who expect to get something for nothing.  Public assistance is out there to lend you a hand, not to feed you for life.   It is sad that the system lets down those who really need the help but continues to help the abusers claim the "victim" card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695486797831819509-8720219415595384989?l=robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8720219415595384989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695486797831819509&amp;postID=8720219415595384989' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8720219415595384989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695486797831819509/posts/default/8720219415595384989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynsversionofreality.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-that-piss-me-off.html' title='Things that piss me off'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842637249670335577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvdoFmnZ-bk/TEobTbPLtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DdO5muRs4M4/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
