<?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-3080116696921213214</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:53:57.950-08:00</updated><category term='house repairs'/><category term='pc'/><category term='magic jack'/><category term='children'/><category term='sons'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='elder care'/><category term='wow'/><category term='minstral cycles'/><category term='game'/><category term='computers'/><category term='prizes'/><category term='elderly'/><category term='onions'/><category term='pest control'/><category term='clan'/><category term='pestcontrol'/><category term='electronics'/><category term='falling'/><category term='warcraft'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='housewife'/><category term='maxi pads'/><category term='hi'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='world of warcraft'/><category term='remodling'/><category term='migraines'/><category term='maxi'/><category term='headaches'/><category term='mama'/><category term='runescape'/><category term='mom'/><category term='chicken'/><category term='teens'/><category term='love'/><category term='protection'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Things with nuts give me migraines</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6799861036319181155</id><published>2010-10-10T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T07:00:05.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eta old home place 4 reunion 12:30 pm. Mama is with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6799861036319181155?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6799861036319181155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6799861036319181155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6799861036319181155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6799861036319181155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/10/eta-old-home-place-4-reunion-1230-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-3982843747863100308</id><published>2010-08-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:09:10.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; 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Makes me miss the 80s when men dressed sexy in tight jeans or leather and tight tshirts. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-5179303803500009496?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/5179303803500009496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=5179303803500009496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5179303803500009496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5179303803500009496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/07/watching-old-movies-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-4947268069750824945</id><published>2010-07-23T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T10:35:58.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m so proud of my youngest son, rob! He is making better food choices and working out. He has lost 22 pounds this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-4947268069750824945?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/4947268069750824945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=4947268069750824945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4947268069750824945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4947268069750824945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-so-proud-of-my-youngest-son-rob-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-4788552698497405707</id><published>2010-07-15T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:54:17.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snatch the movie. Obnoxious music interupted by noise. Repete. :-/ must hide the tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-4788552698497405707?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/4788552698497405707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=4788552698497405707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4788552698497405707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4788552698497405707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/07/snatch-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-1058373144976199159</id><published>2010-07-05T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:41:22.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mainly controlled</title><content type='html'>I find a log helps when trying to see triggers, ect with migraines. I have pretty much eliminated my migraines except for the "being a woman" ones Aunt Flo brings me. Trying the same thing with this horrendous constant pain I've been having. Seeing if any foods or activities help or inflame. This week, experimenting with walking for pain control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-1058373144976199159?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/1058373144976199159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=1058373144976199159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1058373144976199159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1058373144976199159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/07/mainly-controlled.html' title='Mainly controlled'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-7378715525206423920</id><published>2010-06-27T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:38:42.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggy Britches</title><content type='html'>I know! You've heard this rant before, but it bears repeating. Girls like boys in tight wranglers! Every little girl grows up admiring wrangler butts, tight leather, or well fitted slacks. SOOO, guys, why do you expect us to even look when you are sagging? It's not sexy! I really miss the 80s when men showed off their ASSets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "but what about &lt;name rapper here&gt;? He gets all the girls and he saggs" Well, yes he does, but HELLO!! He has a bank account that rivals fort knox. THAT's why he gets the girls. They are not swooning over his bottom in loose, unflattering pants, They are swooning over his briefcase sized wallet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put this in perspective: You like the girls in clothes that show the curves. We know you do! Same girl in loose sweats, though, and you loose interest. It's the same thing! Why should we fake interest in your sagging behinds? What we really want is for you to wear clothes that FIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull em up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-7378715525206423920?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/7378715525206423920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=7378715525206423920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7378715525206423920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7378715525206423920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-9141424681337066339</id><published>2010-03-04T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:33:22.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tweetfeed rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-9141424681337066339?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/9141424681337066339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=9141424681337066339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/9141424681337066339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/9141424681337066339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/03/tweetfeed-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-5528135235114256624</id><published>2010-02-25T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:04:30.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Either all the hayseeds look alike or the same guy just walked into the store 3xs lol i love balch springs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-5528135235114256624?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/5528135235114256624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=5528135235114256624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5528135235114256624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5528135235114256624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/either-all-hayseeds-look-alike-or-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-2350028319858207880</id><published>2010-02-16T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:07:09.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a babysitter for jazzper. He loves playing with aunt carol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-2350028319858207880?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/2350028319858207880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=2350028319858207880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2350028319858207880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2350028319858207880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/got-babysitter-for-jazzper.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-1491285235582352703</id><published>2010-02-14T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:10:39.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoying the heat from the heater wonderful mama-in-law nancy took us around town to buy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-1491285235582352703?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/1491285235582352703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=1491285235582352703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1491285235582352703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1491285235582352703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/enjoying-heat-from-heater-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-5012183609475867060</id><published>2010-02-12T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:34:23.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving the heating pads for the beds! Thanks, mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-5012183609475867060?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/5012183609475867060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=5012183609475867060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5012183609475867060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5012183609475867060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-heating-pads-for-beds-thanks-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-4550867898914593545</id><published>2010-02-12T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:03:37.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who is crazy enough to drive in this weather?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-4550867898914593545?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/4550867898914593545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=4550867898914593545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4550867898914593545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4550867898914593545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-is-crazy-enough-to-drive-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-8201590390129228711</id><published>2010-02-12T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:32:13.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Need to start 2day over. Heater broke again. Tree down. Fell out of bed. New day STARTING NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-8201590390129228711?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/8201590390129228711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=8201590390129228711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8201590390129228711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8201590390129228711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-to-start-2day-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-7676886144242573900</id><published>2010-02-11T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:09:15.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea! No school 2morrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-7676886144242573900?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/7676886144242573900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=7676886144242573900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7676886144242573900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7676886144242573900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/yea-no-school-2morrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-5247533771577747567</id><published>2010-02-11T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:31:46.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea yea yea she&amp;#39;s crafty! Love that show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-5247533771577747567?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/5247533771577747567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=5247533771577747567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5247533771577747567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5247533771577747567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/yea-yea-yea-she-crafty-love-that-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-4034585151497549638</id><published>2010-02-11T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:21:42.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snow is so pretty. 7 inches @ my front door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-4034585151497549638?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/4034585151497549638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=4034585151497549638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4034585151497549638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4034585151497549638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-is-so-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-1180648809459207287</id><published>2010-02-11T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:00:33.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think we&amp;#39;re learning more from the commercials than the history of rock n roll. Lol old ads are cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-1180648809459207287?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/1180648809459207287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=1180648809459207287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1180648809459207287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1180648809459207287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/think-we-learning-more-from-commercials.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-1047842669902217261</id><published>2010-02-11T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:43:52.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@john: dev is playing in it. Made a snow man. I&amp;#39;m staying inside where its warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-1047842669902217261?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/1047842669902217261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=1047842669902217261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1047842669902217261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1047842669902217261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/john-dev-is-playing-in-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-2734651213055072587</id><published>2010-02-11T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:10:34.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Umm yea...we have snow lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-2734651213055072587?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/2734651213055072587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=2734651213055072587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2734651213055072587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2734651213055072587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/umm-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-3715716302878631280</id><published>2010-02-09T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:33:11.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cant watch idol. 4 doesnt work, so enjoying biggest looser while i work out. Nap zapped my headache :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-3715716302878631280?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/3715716302878631280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=3715716302878631280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3715716302878631280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3715716302878631280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-watch-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-8245137389834171506</id><published>2010-02-09T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:02:36.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have a headache. No such thing as a dark room here. Hiding under my covers. Sun cant find me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-8245137389834171506?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/8245137389834171506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=8245137389834171506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8245137389834171506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8245137389834171506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-158053597721359421</id><published>2010-02-07T22:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:44:11.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starting 2moro doing 2 hour blocks like my friend carol does with her 4 kids. Dev is exited about the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-158053597721359421?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/158053597721359421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=158053597721359421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/158053597721359421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/158053597721359421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/starting-2moro-doing-2-hour-blocks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-2359021210257002352</id><published>2010-02-07T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:40:48.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>55 degrees in the house when we got home. Glad we have a working heater. 71 degrees now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-2359021210257002352?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/2359021210257002352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=2359021210257002352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2359021210257002352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2359021210257002352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/55-degrees-in-house-when-we-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-397743998562494186</id><published>2010-02-06T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:33:41.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love comes softly movie series. Loving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-397743998562494186?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/397743998562494186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=397743998562494186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/397743998562494186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/397743998562494186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-comes-softly-movie-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-3952045033353944674</id><published>2010-02-05T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:52:36.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a thought...its nice having a dog that won&amp;#39;t eat the neighbors. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-3952045033353944674?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/3952045033353944674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=3952045033353944674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3952045033353944674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3952045033353944674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-4582921005980468593</id><published>2010-02-04T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:07:42.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmm dinner smells good! Glad i married a man who can cook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-4582921005980468593?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/4582921005980468593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=4582921005980468593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4582921005980468593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4582921005980468593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmm-dinner-smells-good-glad-i-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-4088439672808494584</id><published>2010-02-04T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:45:11.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Persey julian. Interesting pbs show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-4088439672808494584?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/4088439672808494584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=4088439672808494584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4088439672808494584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4088439672808494584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/persey-julian.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-5493058785497606404</id><published>2010-02-02T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:15:35.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a productive day. Drinking a nice hot cup of chamomile tea and going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-5493058785497606404?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/5493058785497606404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=5493058785497606404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5493058785497606404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5493058785497606404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-productive-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-7221797514149257716</id><published>2010-02-02T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:17:35.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@johnallen omg! So glad E&amp;#39;s ok. Kiss his hurt for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-7221797514149257716?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/7221797514149257716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=7221797514149257716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7221797514149257716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7221797514149257716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/johnallen-omg-so-glad-e-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6684367054722949610</id><published>2010-02-02T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:30:34.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol @ idol judges sexually harrassing the male contestants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6684367054722949610?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6684367054722949610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6684367054722949610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6684367054722949610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6684367054722949610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol-idol-judges-sexually-harrassing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-5037059863639992314</id><published>2010-02-02T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:47:26.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored. Bored. Bored. Need some new books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-5037059863639992314?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/5037059863639992314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=5037059863639992314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5037059863639992314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5037059863639992314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-9119681249274267213</id><published>2010-02-02T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:30:50.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Animal control says relocate the cute little snake killing machine. So we did. It now resides on the far side of the park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-9119681249274267213?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/9119681249274267213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=9119681249274267213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/9119681249274267213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/9119681249274267213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/animal-control-says-relocate-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-8459510109711094900</id><published>2010-02-01T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:15:37.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would be asleep, but jazzper caught an oppossum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-8459510109711094900?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/8459510109711094900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=8459510109711094900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8459510109711094900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8459510109711094900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-be-asleep-but-jazzper-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6834520509453888557</id><published>2010-02-01T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:33:55.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fog is beautiful in the woods and on the water tonight. Nice night for a lover&amp;#39;s stroll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6834520509453888557?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6834520509453888557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6834520509453888557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6834520509453888557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6834520509453888557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/02/fog-is-beautiful-in-woods-and-on-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-1850478729809402918</id><published>2010-01-31T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:28:56.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Headed Back home. No more internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-1850478729809402918?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/1850478729809402918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=1850478729809402918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1850478729809402918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1850478729809402918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/01/headed-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-4472708601124883016</id><published>2010-01-31T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:44:53.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hanging out with mom and bobby today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-4472708601124883016?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/4472708601124883016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=4472708601124883016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4472708601124883016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4472708601124883016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/01/hanging-out-with-mom-and-bobby-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-2359436931682498447</id><published>2010-01-30T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:12:44.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No.Rex is too agressive.They started growling,so vin sent rex home.Jazzper is chillin on his throne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-2359436931682498447?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/2359436931682498447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=2359436931682498447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2359436931682498447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2359436931682498447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/01/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-830456696205784554</id><published>2010-01-30T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:22:37.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little nervous about introducing rex and jazzper. Hope they both behave themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-830456696205784554?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/830456696205784554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=830456696205784554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/830456696205784554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/830456696205784554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-nervous-about-introducing-rex.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-2701781886687505140</id><published>2010-01-29T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:20:53.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>be more fruity! Fruits of the spirit are Love joy peace patience kindness goodness faithfulness gentleness and selfcontrol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-2701781886687505140?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/2701781886687505140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=2701781886687505140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2701781886687505140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2701781886687505140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-more-fruity-fruits-of-spirit-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-249887914552086925</id><published>2010-01-29T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:23:18.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: skipping workouts makes me not able to move in the mornings. Dont do that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-249887914552086925?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/249887914552086925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=249887914552086925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/249887914552086925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/249887914552086925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-to-self-skipping-workouts-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-3296574031046260069</id><published>2010-01-26T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:55:12.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cashews</title><content type='html'>tested cashews. no go. They still cause migraines even though they're not peanuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-3296574031046260069?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/3296574031046260069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=3296574031046260069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3296574031046260069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3296574031046260069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/01/cashews.html' title='cashews'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6360156215001604608</id><published>2010-01-26T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:46:06.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>if this posts to fb and twitter, it is correct-nuts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6360156215001604608?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6360156215001604608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6360156215001604608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6360156215001604608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6360156215001604608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/01/test_26.html' title='test'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-482117575311719966</id><published>2010-01-26T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:46:18.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>if this shows up in twitter and facebook, I did it right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-482117575311719966?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/482117575311719966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=482117575311719966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/482117575311719966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/482117575311719966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2010/01/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-7898120698333157503</id><published>2009-04-09T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:39:14.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seething</title><content type='html'>Our exroommate lied to our daughter about us after we kicked him out for throwing a metal chair of ours at our neighbor's car. He so needs anger management! So many issues with him living with us. He is loud and rude and obnoxious, but we put up with that until he was 500 behind in rent and threw a fit when I asked him to do dishes. He was all like "I work all day..." when he haddn't worked in 3 days and plus, working does not count if you're not helping pay the bills. Then, the dude wants us to use our gas to run him around the world and back and gets loud when we refused. He was a lot of extra weight and the house is peaceful without him here. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a second job. It's really hard to even get an interview nowadays. The good news is I have an interview set up with a company I've wanted to work for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-7898120698333157503?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/7898120698333157503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=7898120698333157503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7898120698333157503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7898120698333157503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2009/04/seething.html' title='seething'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-4224901885216764996</id><published>2009-03-12T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:52:51.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>A lot going on.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, John Allen took me to my 2nd job interview with a company I've been applying at for years. ::crossing my fingers:: John Allen has been called back into active duty, so I've been a mess of tears off and on for days. He'll be leaving next week for an undisclosed destination. I'm so proud of him, he's always been marine first, but I'm accustomed to seeing him weekly and talking to him by phone or email at least 5-6 times a day! I'll miss that while he's gone. &lt;br /&gt;Vin and I have discussed it upsidedown and backwards, and we feel My Pawpaw should come live with us. Billy and Bobby would have to share a room, but are more than willing if they get pawpaw living with us out of it. I miss him sooo much and he's in his 80s and needs someone to help him out sometimes. I know what I'm getting into because I've taken care of him before and I've taken care of other adults as a sitter. Now, to convince him it's where he wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;Everyones been wanting to see my house. lol It's soo not ready for company, but I'm planning a purse party anyway. Not sure of date yet, but this time, we'll be making purses in leather and keeping the purses. (see tandy leatherfactory online for the kits I have onhand-I have all the purses patterns) All I am asking anyone to bring is a covered dish and enough to cover the cost of the kit they want to do. I'll be making cherry dump salad, per 8 requests so far :) not sure if ya'll like it or just don't want me to cook! hahaha ideas for dates can be emailed to me. Also, guys welcome. I have 2 guy wallet patterns and several checkbook covers that can be unisex, so come on out and learn or teach. I'm always looking to learn more about leathercraft! Call me for more info. My cell number never changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-4224901885216764996?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/4224901885216764996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=4224901885216764996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4224901885216764996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4224901885216764996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-259068865503354653</id><published>2009-03-05T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:57:11.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Teens</title><content type='html'>I picked Billy up from school and he hugged me. I hug him all the time, but it is a rare treat indeed for my teenaged son to voluntarily hug me in public. I am blessed. It made my whole day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-259068865503354653?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/259068865503354653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=259068865503354653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/259068865503354653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/259068865503354653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2009/03/teens.html' title='Teens'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-5196807384010877523</id><published>2009-02-27T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:21:18.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bargains</title><content type='html'>Those who know me well know I love a bargain! SO I'm surfing wanteds in cragslist looking for someone who wants to buy anything I have. I get to the last page and there's an ad titled "excersize equiptment" I'm thinking I know lots of people with that kind of stuff laying around! So I open the ad and they are getting rid of a total gym, not wanting more stuff...the ad was posted in the wrong catagory. I figure I'm wasting my time cause those things are expensive, but my son had asked for a weight set for his birthday, so I gave the people a call. They said it was like new and that if I'd come get it RIGHT NOW I could have it for FREE! They had been trying to unload it for over a month. I chanced it and drove out there. The thing was still in the box! When we got it home, it still had the packing zip ties on it! When Bobby saw it, he was sooo excited! He played with it until I made him come cool down. (it was hot yesterday and we were not running the AC) He tried to talk me into letting him have 2 workouts a day and to raise the incline. I think it will be great for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-5196807384010877523?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/5196807384010877523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=5196807384010877523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5196807384010877523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5196807384010877523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2009/02/bargains.html' title='bargains'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-3709684775353399573</id><published>2009-02-15T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:09:08.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electronics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic jack'/><title type='text'>Lord, grant me the patience...but hurry!</title><content type='html'>I'm tired and grouchy and all things electronic hate me. We got internet again...the real stuff, not the dialup kind because it was cheeper to pay internet and get magic jack than it was to pay our phone bill. 35 a month for really fast internet plus 19.995 a year for the magic jack is cheeper than 40.00 a month phone bill. And yet, maybe its not worth it because although the magic jack is plug and play and easy to use, the routers are acting up and only allowing 1 comp online at a time lol Probably mad because they were not used for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other electronic giving me fits is my favorite jump drive. It refuses to work with my desktop, so I'm doing all my work on my laptop...which is fine except I do not know how to use the hidden keypad. I need numbers, darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I sit at my desk, I giggle. On the back of my chair is a t shirt that reads "speling bee winur" Mom got it for me &amp; I love it. Instead of hanging it in my closet, I keep it on my chair so I see it all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-3709684775353399573?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/3709684775353399573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=3709684775353399573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3709684775353399573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3709684775353399573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2009/02/lord-grant-me-patiencebut-hurry.html' title='Lord, grant me the patience...but hurry!'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-5995680998466195831</id><published>2009-01-26T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:01:51.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maxi pads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minstral cycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maxi'/><title type='text'>new protection</title><content type='html'>This is one of those entries you should NOT read if you are a guy. So, that said, I tried a new type of maxi. For quite a while, I've been using kotex overnights. This month, I tried a free sample of always infinity overnight. Same protection, lighter, more comfortable. I really like them. When I went to buy more, I saw that Always has a stronger pad! So in addition to the infinities for daytime, I bought Some extra long super overnights. I had 0 leeks this month! Normally, I throw away 3-5 pair of undies a month and this month, I got to keep the whole package! I'm soo stoked! lol I know, its a weird thing to get excited about, but I have gone my whole life without adiquit protection for my heavy cycles. FINALLY having something heavy enough totally rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-5995680998466195831?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/5995680998466195831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=5995680998466195831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5995680998466195831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5995680998466195831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-protection.html' title='new protection'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6116141287073720042</id><published>2009-01-17T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:33:28.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My idol picks</title><content type='html'>So far, my picks are::&lt;br /&gt;lil Rounds!! Her story is the whole tornado thing, but who cares about stories when she can sing like THAT? I was in awe!&lt;br /&gt;The oil rig worker!! I believe his name was Michael Sarver. I got chills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6116141287073720042?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6116141287073720042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6116141287073720042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6116141287073720042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6116141287073720042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-idol-picks.html' title='My idol picks'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-3466454586145999087</id><published>2009-01-05T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:28:45.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house repairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>game and good company</title><content type='html'>I watched a UT game tonight with my sons. Made me miss my Dad and brothers. Was such a close game I had to release the breath I had been holding when it was all over. TEXAS kicked bottom. On Christmas, I called my brothers and while talking to them, realized I had not talked to them in a couple of years. That's way weird for me. I love my brothers. How did we fall out of touch that badly? When I'm over this bug altogether, I'll invote them over. My house isn't much, but its home and I've been learning how to cook. I also have fingernails again. Last few weeks, I've been forcing myself not to bite them. It's really hard! I'm reading the doomspell trilogy by Cliff mcNish. It's a really good book. I got it for Billy for christmas and borrowed it as soon as he was done reading it. I am sooo glad he's finally taking an interest in reading. With as much trouble as he had learning to read and as much as he used to hate it, its a relief to finally be able to share books with him. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we've just been renovating our house and working and looking for another job. It would be nice to pull our heads out of the water again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: only the occasional migraine lately and usually associated with being a woman. One was food, but we quickly ided the culprit (recipe below for non migraine sufferers) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a classic: Chicken Ittaliano. Fill pan with ittalian dressing. Put in chicken. Let sit in over 2 hours. Put in over at 325ish and cook 15 minutes per pound. It's soo delish...ALMOST worth the 3 day migraine it gave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-3466454586145999087?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/3466454586145999087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=3466454586145999087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3466454586145999087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3466454586145999087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2009/01/game-and-good-company.html' title='game and good company'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-7551687878436090149</id><published>2008-12-09T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:10:15.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/ST8yjEXqYEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qjs6lUZQZ1Q/s1600-h/concert+robert+oct+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/ST8yjEXqYEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qjs6lUZQZ1Q/s320/concert+robert+oct+2008+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277992866351308866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prayer wall (above) will soon be getting a friend in the form of an awards wall. Tonight, at 7pm, Billy and Bobby were supposed to be at Civil Air Patrol, where Billy was supposed to get an award for completing his first flight, but Bobby had an awards ceremony and concert for choir at 7 also. I'm so proud of them both, but it stinks that I had to choose which to go to. I chose to go to the choir one and watch Bobby get a medal for his UIL solo, mainly because it was inside and ice was forming on the windows. Hubby wants to dedicate a wall to their awards, so thats what I'll be working on in my spare time next week. Bobby has several awards from church and choir and Billy has his from art and now from CAP. :) Will post pics of the wall when I get it ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-7551687878436090149?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/7551687878436090149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=7551687878436090149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7551687878436090149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7551687878436090149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-prayer-wall-above-will-soon-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/ST8yjEXqYEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qjs6lUZQZ1Q/s72-c/concert+robert+oct+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6311145583460159030</id><published>2008-10-21T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:12:30.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choir</title><content type='html'>Bobby had a choir concert last night. The boys' choir at his school is small, but good. I got several good pics and a couple of sound bites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy is begging to drive again. Might give that a try again on sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6311145583460159030?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6311145583460159030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6311145583460159030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6311145583460159030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6311145583460159030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/10/choir.html' title='choir'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6495164261782361213</id><published>2008-10-19T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:36:00.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>for those of you who miss my phography, I put a gallery up at www.justwhatyoualwayswanted.com&lt;br /&gt;Has all the pics from my latest vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6495164261782361213?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6495164261782361213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6495164261782361213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6495164261782361213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6495164261782361213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-7827570187449442494</id><published>2008-10-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:13:47.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>driving lessons</title><content type='html'>I spent a good part of the day today teaching Billy how to drive. We worked on turns and 3 points. A little nerve wracking at times, but he was a really fast learner and by the time we got home from the run, he was confident enough to park next to his dad's jeep. We stuck toaround the neighborhood and probably will for a few lessons. I figure we'll save the rough stuff for after he has a learner's permit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-7827570187449442494?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/7827570187449442494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=7827570187449442494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7827570187449442494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7827570187449442494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/10/driving-lessons.html' title='driving lessons'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6292981954772455661</id><published>2008-09-15T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:20:49.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runescape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pestcontrol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pest control'/><title type='text'>my guide to pc pest control in runescape</title><content type='html'>my guide to pc pest control in runescape&lt;br /&gt;start with YOUR OWN clan's people. &lt;br /&gt;You will need 25 people that will commit to play 50 or so games straight.&lt;br /&gt;(takes my team at the most 2 hours to complete 50 games)&lt;br /&gt;You need:&lt;br /&gt;4 archers-stand in towers and kill anything that comes near gate&lt;br /&gt;8 cleaners-kill monsters in front of portals, with spinners being priority targets&lt;br /&gt;3 high level players to kill portals-go to portals as they are unshielded and anniate them&lt;br /&gt;4 defenders-stand in middle and kill anything that comes near the void knight&lt;br /&gt;3 gate keepers-repair gates and keep them shut kill anything that comes near your gate&lt;br /&gt;3 rovers-fill in where you see a need or where anyone shouts for help, &lt;br /&gt;if not needed for anything, they are to kill any monsters to come to the middle gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;archers bring: 2 crystal bows each.&lt;br /&gt;cleaners bring: best wepons, preferably dragon hally&lt;br /&gt;portal killers bring: abyssal whip&lt;br /&gt;defenders bring: best wepons, preferably dragon hally&lt;br /&gt;gate keepers bring: best wepons and a hammer and some logs (about 15 per game)&lt;br /&gt;rovers bring: best wepons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the game, assign positions.&lt;br /&gt;split into 4 teams, one for each portal. &lt;br /&gt;each portal needs:&lt;br /&gt;2 cleaners, 1 archer&lt;br /&gt;each gate needs a gate keeper. there are 3 gates&lt;br /&gt;the void knight gets the defenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after each portal is down, everyone except cleaners become rovers. &lt;br /&gt;Cleaners for downed portals kill all monsters in the portals' area, then become rovers.&lt;br /&gt;Some players prefer to continue their current job on the next portal, this usually works out ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hints:&lt;br /&gt;shifters port to middle way before the gate, so gate must be kept closed and rangers need to keep an eye out for them.&lt;br /&gt;target them first. &lt;br /&gt;Target a monster, get it to attack you, then switch targets. &lt;br /&gt;If a monster line is attacking the middle, target the monsters behind the attacking monsters,&lt;br /&gt;get them to attack you, then kill the first in line, otherwise, you get a neverending line of attackers.&lt;br /&gt;Give gate keepers a few to restock on logs between each game. &lt;br /&gt;Use clan chat to communicate. &lt;br /&gt;Keep private chat to off.&lt;br /&gt;If you are invaded, switch worlds.&lt;br /&gt;If a team member is caught not doing their job, let them stay until you can replace them, then switch worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will add more as I remember :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6292981954772455661?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6764859278202498308</id><published>2008-08-23T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:03:24.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel food</title><content type='html'>Today is angelfood pick up. For those who don't know what it is, You order groceries through a church and they they take your order and several hundred other peoples' orders and use buying power to get a huge discount on the food. Two weeks later, you pick up your order. www.angelfoodministries.com for more info. So every other week, I either put in an order or I pick up an order. One basic unit will feed a normal person for 1 month. to quote the site "The Angel Food program now is helping provide food relief to more than 500,000 families each month." The use donations to provide relief in their neighborhood. Must run. It's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6764859278202498308?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6764859278202498308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6764859278202498308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6764859278202498308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6764859278202498308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/08/angel-food.html' title='Angel food'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-2569919730301185866</id><published>2008-08-08T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:32:45.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dog attacks and mommy bags</title><content type='html'>Those who know our dog know he's a good guard dog. Yes, he bites, but only if he doesn't know you and you are in his house. I was in the back yard playing chase with Rexy. He knocks me down and grabs hold of my pant leg and gently tugs it back and forth a bit before bounding up to my face to lick me, both paws on my chest. I guess it looked bad cause a cop stopped and ran to the fence. I sooo glad I saw him! I told him to stay and I told Rexy to sit, which he promptly did. I grabbed his collar and had good hold of him before he saw the cop. He went nuts for a minute until I told him "friend command" three times, then he settled and we went to talk to the cop. I told him about Rexy's rescue and his temperment. Sooo, now, the police around here know about our little guard dog. At least he didn't ask for registration or anything cause I have no idea where that stuff is. The cop petted Rexy and saw how good a boy he is, made sure I was ok from the fall, then left. Rexy and I resumed our game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reinstated the mommy bag. When Billy and Bobby were little, I carried a bag with me everywhere. In it was a first aide kit, candy, ect. Everything they or I could possibly need. It was Billy's responsibility from age 3 that when we went shopping, he checked the bag and made sure we got anything we had used up and replace it. I now have a similer bag behind the bathroom door. Billy was soo happy to see it. Even as a teen, he bag is an old friend. awww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-2569919730301185866?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/2569919730301185866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=2569919730301185866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2569919730301185866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2569919730301185866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/08/dog-attacks-and-mommy-bags.html' title='dog attacks and mommy bags'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-1699051396044028127</id><published>2008-08-07T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:24:47.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John....</title><content type='html'>I got a call from a friend-we'll call her Makinga Pitstop- today. She's breaking it off completely with her on again off again ex. She read me the letter over the phone. So harsh &amp; funny, I had to share!! We'll call the guy John so it'll be a Dear John letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear John, &lt;br /&gt;Please quit interfering with my life. I made the best decision for me. There is a reason our relationship never works. I left you for one reason and one reason only. You are an off brand used tire. You maybe good in a pinch, but you are cheep and dirty and you have many hidden weaknesses. The ride is never as good as it should be. I never know when you'll leave me stranded. You are dangerous and dirty. There is too much wear and tear from previous owners that just will never be right again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch, however is a brand new Michellin. He's strong, sturdy, and reliable. I know I can count on his support. I have a warrenty of sorts. He is much safer. He has no scars. He has a good grip on what's important. He's safe. He's good looking. I know he will last a long while. Best of all, the ride is always the best ride I've ever experienced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, just go on down the road and find a new ride. &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Makinga Pitstop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-1699051396044028127?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/1699051396044028127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=1699051396044028127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1699051396044028127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1699051396044028127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-john.html' title='Dear John....'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-1415068047480218738</id><published>2008-08-03T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:41:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>The children are home finally! I missed them soo much! Biodad filled my jeep up so getting to work won't be a problem. Billy and Hubby cooked dinner, each cooking 1/2. Billy's 1/2 was more tender and tastier. I was very impressed! The evil cat is still here and will be until next time biodad takes the boys to visit. I reread Robert Fulghum's All I really need to know I learned in Kindergarten. Such a cute book. It's one of the ones I read occasionally for a pick me up. Bobby and I tried to build a bookcase. no go. I'll try again tommorrow, but today, my mind just wasn't making heads or tails of the directions. Club live sent me a pink coffee cup and I've been using it nonstop. Our house has an unspoken pink rule...If it's pink, It's mine, as I'm the only female in the house. I'm not a real fan of pink. I'm not a girly girl at all, but anything that lets me keep my stuff works for me. I showed Billy how to play the club games and got him his own account, so he'll be earning his own prizes soon. Have I mentioned I have occasional ADD days? Today, I can't stay on topic very long. ON the desk in front of me sits a single picture frame. In it is a very awesome picture of hubby and I at his brother's wedding. I know this. However, I was missing the boys something fearce, so I had hubby put a picture in front of the awesome picture of us. The picture he chose was him, his grandfather, and our two boys. The boys were dressed alike. GOD! I used to be mean! Anyway, the picture is dated 98, so the boys were 2 and 4. It's one of my favorite pictures of them. You can see their blue eyes clearly and grandpa king looks so happy holding Bobby. &lt;br /&gt;Photos in the inbox. Hubby, in finding the picture he wanted on the desk, took out several pictures. They sit now in his inbox. 1. him and our german shepard/chow mix 2. a picture of me, Billy, and Bobby in front of biodad's house 3. My graduation picture 4. Hubby and Billy 5. Hubby and Bobby &lt;br /&gt;We really need to get some newer pictures taken. Maybe I can win the camera from club live and take pics with it :) I'm off to play and try. I'll write again soon. Love you all. -Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-1415068047480218738?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/1415068047480218738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=1415068047480218738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1415068047480218738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1415068047480218738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-8713535878974153786</id><published>2008-07-30T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:27:33.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awwww</title><content type='html'>The first words out of his mouth last night were "The house looks really good" Lovely words :) Many women are married to men who don't appreciate their efforts, but mine knows 1) what its like to run the house 2) my cleaning house takes forever cause I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing 3) It's not natural for me and 4) he's a lucky sob to have me cleaning for him. He followed up his comment by scarfing the meatloaf I made for dinner :)  Today, I'm grouchy and boated, but I feel fantastic cause nothing except my tummy hurts :) All the moving around I did yesterday limbered my muscles up. &lt;br /&gt;must run. might write more later. I have beds to make and rooms to str8en.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-8713535878974153786?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/8713535878974153786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=8713535878974153786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8713535878974153786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8713535878974153786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/07/awwww.html' title='awwww'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-1676150372619955963</id><published>2008-07-29T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:10:48.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elderly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prizes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housewife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elder care'/><title type='text'>Housewifing days 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>Day one was a piece of cake. Hubby went to work early, without waking me because I had been not doing real well. The pain had been so bad in my legs and back that I was getting nausiated and had only gone to bed a few hours before hubby had to leave for work. My alarm woke me. I did my yoga, then got dressed and went to take Hubby's gramma to the doctor. She's 87. Made me miss my granny something fearce. The doctor visit took most of the day because they were checking her senility level, her blood levels of everything, and her physical health. We visited and had a grand time, dispite the suroundings. After I dropped her off, I had time to get laundry, watch a show with my favorite cousin and my auntie, do some nessessity shopping, and get dinner ready before hubby got home. &lt;br /&gt;Basic shopping included pasta for spegetti, filters for coffee, and cat litter, so the trip was a very quick one :)&lt;br /&gt;We won't have to do any grocery shopping for a while because I did angelfood this month. They have a really good system where you get a discount because they buy in bulk. Each unit is 30.00 and will feed a person for a month. www.angelfoodministries.com for those who like shopping clubs. They've been a lifesaver for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two started way early. I was still up with hubby got up for work. I put gas in his car and sent him off to work. I walked the dog, checked on the bunny, added food to her auto-feeder. Once inside, I started a load of dishes and went to bed, letting the swish swish put me to sleep. Pretty late in the afternoon, I woke up. I took the dog out, emptied the dishwasher, refilled it, and got my packages out of the bushes. They were my first prises from club live. Every time you play games you earn tickets (up to 1000 per day) - getting you closer to winning the prizes on your wish list. So, basically, I get real prizes from playing online games. Pretty much rocks. I wandered around the house, putting things away. I hung hubby's work clothes, tidied up the living room, then started tommorrow's dinner. We're having a crockpot thing :)  I love the crockinabags! Cleaned the cat box and gave her fresh litter and an extra box in Bobby's room so she can choose to use the one in Billy's room or the one in Bobby's room. Waiting for dishwasher to finish now and its 11pm. The house looks as good as it gets now and all hubby has to do is vaccume and take out the trash. I can't vaccume because of my ears. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm about to fix the bathroom wall so the cat can't crawl through the wall into my room to sleep with me. &lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow, I attack the teens' rooms. Billy and Bobby left their rooms clean, but the cat has been in their rooms lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-1676150372619955963?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/1676150372619955963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=1676150372619955963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1676150372619955963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1676150372619955963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/07/housewifing-days-1-2.html' title='Housewifing days 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6423614361740125234</id><published>2008-07-26T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:09:35.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA! CAUGHT YOU!</title><content type='html'>The wonderful seasoning I've been using to make lasanya edible (have I mentioned I HATE lasanya???) has garlic in it....Ding ding ding!! We have a winner! The seasoning was the cause of my mysterious migraine. It hit me suddenly at my aunt's house to check the ingredience. sooo DUH!! no more seasoning de ittaliano! The means, also, no more lasany. I hate the stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6423614361740125234?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6423614361740125234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6423614361740125234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6423614361740125234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6423614361740125234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/07/ha-caught-you.html' title='HA! CAUGHT YOU!'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-357035819421886559</id><published>2008-07-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:03:16.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mass amounts of email</title><content type='html'>99 pages of emails to go!!&lt;br /&gt;99 pages of spam!&lt;br /&gt;toggel them all! click mass delete!!&lt;br /&gt;98 pages of emails to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly song, but it gets me through wading  through sooooo much spam! I sooo need a filter! At 25 emails per page, I've deleted 40 pages of emails today and still have over 100 pages on one server left and 4 other servers to check. &lt;br /&gt;Wish I had more real emails!! Hint hint!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-357035819421886559?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/357035819421886559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=357035819421886559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/357035819421886559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/357035819421886559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/07/mass-amounts-of-email.html' title='mass amounts of email'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-832238910898527682</id><published>2008-07-23T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:08:31.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden trigger</title><content type='html'>Good news: I'm married to a very understanding, supportive man who loves me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: When I have a migraine, I'm a total beech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what triggered it, but the last couple of days have been rough. Every noise, every light....I'm hoping I'm premenstral because I've skipped 2 cycles and I get real uncomfortable when I do that. If not, I have no clue whatsoever...We're in a new place, everything is different, so change is not easy to detect as a trigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, my old computer, though slow as mole asses is up and running. We bought cords and a monitor at a yardsale for it for $3. The desk and chair were a bit more, but worth it. It's in front of our back window so I can watch the bunny and dog play. Bunny has a new feeder and waterjug and we rigged her cage to give her tons of running room. Hubby takes her branches and left over veggies most days. She's a tiny dutch/silky mix and has a cage designed for a very large dog. She's loving it! I also got Bobby some books. He wants to be a preacher, and asked for a preacher's library for his birthday. I have 11 books and a bookshelf. I'm waiting to put the shelf together until they get home from vacation. Bobby loves building things and I thought it would be cool to do that together. I really miss the boys. Billy and Bobby went with my biodad, their Gramps up north to visit my grandmother. She's a cat lover like Billy and he loves that. &lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing flying &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net"&gt;(www.flylady.net)&lt;/a&gt; Baby steps. &lt;br /&gt;I cooked dinner 3 nights and cleaned the kitchen by myself. (so proud of myself) One night, the food was NASTY! but hubby still said it was good and ate it all. I have limited ways to cook, but that suits me cause I have limited knowledge in the kitchen lol Hubby on the other hand is an excellent cook. If I'm the cook, we'll be having lasagna a lot, even though I don't like it cause it comes in a box and is really easy to get right. Same with stir fry, but I will be adding my own flourishes to that. &lt;br /&gt;Red lines!! red lines!! lol I cannot spell today. That's ok...my friends are used to it. &lt;br /&gt;Hubby went on a second interview today with a company he's been wanting to work for for a while. ::crossing fingers and praying::&lt;br /&gt;Must run. Much little housewife stuff to do before Hubby gets home. He's been really supportive lately....only redoes what I clean when he thinks I'm not looking LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-832238910898527682?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/832238910898527682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=832238910898527682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/832238910898527682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/832238910898527682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/07/hidden-trigger.html' title='Hidden trigger'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-1937286494602227823</id><published>2008-07-20T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:54:33.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good and the bad</title><content type='html'>There are good things and bad things about living in the house you grew up in. &lt;br /&gt;Good is...&lt;br /&gt;Everything already has a place. You don't have to rearange a bunch to figure out where things belong because they had a place when you were a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never get lost. These are your stomping grounds. You could probably get around with your eyes shut (although I wouldn't suggest driving with em shut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity. The noises are familier so you sleep well at night. Same goes for the space itsself. It's hard to sleep in a new place, but at home, you always get a good nights sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting. You already know what colors everything is supposed to be. You may deviate some, but you know the bedrooms are supposed to be white and the kitchen yellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd spaces. Those really odd spaces where nothing fits in a new house drive me nuts! But at home, you know what goes in the nooks and crannies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migraines...you knew I'd get to this one. The house has no smells that trigger you. You leave all the triggers at the old house or throw them away (which you should have done years ago, you just couldn't identify exactly what was causing them) You move one or two things at a time, so it's easy to ID what was triggering your brain to melt and explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad is...&lt;br /&gt;work. The place needs work, work and more work and it needs money thrown at it. You'll spend months working on the house to get everything just so and trying to get new technology and new things that you never had in the house growing up to fit in amonst the things that have a place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spouse. Your spouse does not know where things belong. He will put them in the wrong places and complain that he can't find anything when you put things away in the correct places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furniture. You don't have the same funrniture that you grew up with and you can't buy it...noone sells it anymore. You are stuck aranging and rearanging to make the furniture feel and look right. The computer has no home. It is displaced to the dining room because growing up, there was 1 computer in the house and it was in what is now your youngest child's room..what was then your parent's home office. The second, third and fourth computers are still in boxes...they will take some time to find homes for. Your brain will scramble for months looking for a place to set them up, to no avail. You'll even start thinking...would having computers in the bedrooms be such a bad thing afterall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories. The old place makes you really really miss your Dad. Then, again everything does. As you hang pictures, you cry everytime you find one with Dad or Grandpa in it. Maybe you should have left them in storage a bit longer, but the house isn't complete without a passel of pictures on the hall wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more as I run across them. I am enjoying it for the most part :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-1937286494602227823?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/1937286494602227823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=1937286494602227823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1937286494602227823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/1937286494602227823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-and-bad.html' title='The good and the bad'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-4413970092816078223</id><published>2008-05-27T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:27:37.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world of warcraft'/><title type='text'>And so it begins again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/SDx8tjTK-nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oNYdiIUj45U/s1600-h/DSCI0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/SDx8tjTK-nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oNYdiIUj45U/s320/DSCI0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205172391345060466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days. Trigger: onions. Yes, I forgot again. Hubby brought me a huge hamburger and I did not even check it. Green, our cook-not really ours; he works for the convenience store down the street-but anyway, Green knows I love onions. For years, we've ordered burgers there and asked for tons of onions. He just automatically puts them on there. I grabbed it and ate it without realizing it cause my taste was off...I've been sick a week now. So, for the last 3 days, I've been in serious pain. We drove out to the cemetery to visit Dad yesterday. The construction is still a pain there &amp; we were gone past time for my dose of Excedrin, so the ride home was awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note: We grounded our teen son from his afro. Hubby decided that deciding how you look is a privilege for kids that they should only get if they are doing their job: passing school. Soooo he took the teen to a beauty parlor and had them give him a cesar. It looks sooo grown up! Now, we can see his pretty blue eyes. :)  He asked for a suit to go to church in. I'm working on saving for it. Will cost about 150-200 for a suit, shoes, shirt, belt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen is also talking to his bio more and more lately. I have mixed feelings about that, but I feel he's old enough to make his own decisions about his bio now. Also, his bio has grown up a lot in the last 14 years. He has a steady, honorable job and doesn't party anymore. He has lived in the same place for several years. He's finally settled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I started hanging out with an old friend again. A little weird cause the guy is and ex of sorts, but we were friends for years before and after, so it's cool that the 3 of us can hang. We've been friends for 14 years and He and Hubby have been friends for 20+. Been playing world of warcraft with him online, also. I have a shaddow priest lvl 49 on hydraxis. Very fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-4413970092816078223?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/4413970092816078223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=4413970092816078223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4413970092816078223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/4413970092816078223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-so-it-begins-again.html' title='And so it begins again...'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/SDx8tjTK-nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oNYdiIUj45U/s72-c/DSCI0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-395602954220076667</id><published>2008-02-26T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:29:08.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R8Qv1wRVvXI/AAAAAAAAACw/yPe-ekm-A1c/s1600-h/johnhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R8Qv1wRVvXI/AAAAAAAAACw/yPe-ekm-A1c/s320/johnhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171310872665374066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R8QvmARVvWI/AAAAAAAAACo/JwE6qQyCFg0/s1600-h/momand+the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R8QvmARVvWI/AAAAAAAAACo/JwE6qQyCFg0/s320/momand+the+girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171310602082434402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R8Qu1wRVvVI/AAAAAAAAACg/JFjHA41ge3o/s1600-h/ruth2months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R8Qu1wRVvVI/AAAAAAAAACg/JFjHA41ge3o/s320/ruth2months.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171309773153746258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing world of warcraft some lately. It's a blast. &lt;br /&gt;The only migraine I've had in the last month was cycle related. This is a huge relief because I had begun to get them several times a week before I found out my triggers. I'm still having trouble most mornings with my muscles not working. Annoying, but I can work around that. &lt;br /&gt;My bestfriends' daughter is in the hospital. She has been for days and I'm impatient for the call that she's alright. She is having oxygen saturation problems. &lt;br /&gt;I lost my phone charger again, so I'm getting more emails from JohnAllen. When he can't call me 20 times a day to say a sentence and hang up, he emails them. Yesterday, I responded to 12 emails, all less than 2 sentences long. &lt;br /&gt;The picture above is the baby in the hospital. She's my youngest goddaughter by minutes. JohnAllen and Shanah have a 1 year old son and tripplete 5 month old daughters. If GOD forbid, something happens to them, I get the house and the kids. The house and all 3 girls' first pic are above, also. I don't know how to get it to put in the middle lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-395602954220076667?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/395602954220076667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=395602954220076667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/395602954220076667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/395602954220076667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/02/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R8Qv1wRVvXI/AAAAAAAAACw/yPe-ekm-A1c/s72-c/johnhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-8369163017570314409</id><published>2008-02-11T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:14:32.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><title type='text'>Nothing personal</title><content type='html'>I've gotten 2 complaints that I don't write anything personal anymore. There are many reasons for this. First, I just haven't been feeling like a person. Lately, everything that happens to me seems to be medical. Second, although many of you are old friends from my old blog, it feels like writing to a new friend right now. &lt;br /&gt;So, here a few personal things&lt;br /&gt;1. My son's hair is crazy! I have real fine, thin hair. He inherited his biofather's thick, course hair. We have endless talks on how to manage it, which he basically ignores, so his hair is getting more mangy. It's really time for a hair cut. He usually only gets a trim, but its time to cut off about 3 inches. It has become such a problem that biodad who wakes me for nothing, woke me this afternoon before shopping to make sure he got the right stuff so the kids hair doesn't go feral. &lt;br /&gt;2. My husband got a job offer he couldn't pass up. I think he was wanting to get back to work anyway. Last night, I stayed up all night to make sure his laundry was done and that everything was ready for him to go to work this morning. I'm sure I did the laundry wrong. I did laundry right all my life-then I met hubby. As soon as I met him, doing laundry right was a thing of the past. He was smart enough this morning not to complain. me+being nice+no sleep=tip toe or loose your feet! The weird thing is I enjoy doing these little things for him. There is something intimate about taking care of the person who takes care of you. I sang little songs while I took care of getting his things prepared for the day. It was nice. &lt;br /&gt;3. I have a theory. If the mama (my husband) is working, and I am not, that makes me the Mama, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-8369163017570314409?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/8369163017570314409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=8369163017570314409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8369163017570314409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8369163017570314409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-personal.html' title='Nothing personal'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-2692306738021729810</id><published>2008-02-08T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:30:23.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><title type='text'>And we all fall down....well, at least I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/SDx9aTTK-oI/AAAAAAAAADA/F99bFzfYwAs/s1600-h/goofin+off+at+eds+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/SDx9aTTK-oI/AAAAAAAAADA/F99bFzfYwAs/s320/goofin+off+at+eds+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205173160144206466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bruised and battered. I keep loosing my footing when my knee shoots pain through my body. The other night, I was stepping out of our room to go to the back room and my knee went weak. I tipped over and landed weird on the door and IT FELL OFF THE HINGES! I was laughing too hard to get up for a few minutes. I broke the door with my butt! I walk like a drunk when my legs are not working. I bump into walls and chairs. If you have ever worked out so much that all your muscles are stiff as boards and sore the next day, you know what I go through each day, working the stiff out of them. It sometimes takes all day, then I sleep and mess them up again. So yesterday, I was forcing my legs to take me to the bathroom and I staggered into a door knob. now, I have a perfectly round bruise on my side. Looks like I'm molding. haha&lt;br /&gt;The good news is: after several experiments, I have found that cooked onions do not cause migraines. This is a relief because I can not live without onions!! I'm seriously an onionholic! I have been since my last post without a migraine! I am enjoying the reprieve.  I'm stopped up a lot, but I love my chocolate milk for breakfast every morning, so it's all good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-2692306738021729810?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/2692306738021729810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=2692306738021729810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2692306738021729810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/2692306738021729810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-we-all-fall-downwell-at-least-i-do.html' title='And we all fall down....well, at least I do'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/SDx9aTTK-oI/AAAAAAAAADA/F99bFzfYwAs/s72-c/goofin+off+at+eds+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-6740472658351376827</id><published>2008-01-31T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:03:38.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>Note to self: I'm the Mama</title><content type='html'>I manage to get out of bed today even though I'm sore. Yesterday, I fell twice trying to force my legs to carry me. So anyway, today, I get up and start getting dressed and realize I have 1 clean outfit. ONE! I have 2 rooms full of clothes and all I have clean is one outfit. With hubby working, I'm the Mama and I'm resposable for laundry. ooopps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-6740472658351376827?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/6740472658351376827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=6740472658351376827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6740472658351376827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/6740472658351376827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/01/note-to-self-im-mama.html' title='Note to self: I&apos;m the Mama'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-3418229622382416846</id><published>2008-01-20T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:32:29.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's trigger: onions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/SDx95jTK-pI/AAAAAAAAADI/RANO2meu8Vk/s1600-h/Mississippi+hunt+whittington+reunion+10-07+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/SDx95jTK-pI/AAAAAAAAADI/RANO2meu8Vk/s320/Mississippi+hunt+whittington+reunion+10-07+197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205173697015118482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know better! I soo know better! It's beyond habit, though. They bring me a huge hamburger with everything on the side and I add onions. It took me 2 days to be able to get back to work. I did not even realize I had done it until the pain started. 16 walgreen's Migraine relief tabs and I'm back to normal (2 at a time over 2 days) and I'm back to normal. Legs still giving me trouble. They don't want to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-3418229622382416846?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/3418229622382416846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=3418229622382416846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3418229622382416846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3418229622382416846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterdays-trigger-onions.html' title='yesterday&apos;s trigger: onions'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/SDx95jTK-pI/AAAAAAAAADI/RANO2meu8Vk/s72-c/Mississippi+hunt+whittington+reunion+10-07+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-7681215856856566949</id><published>2008-01-14T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:17:24.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><title type='text'>Today's Migraine Trigger: Being a woman</title><content type='html'>It has to be because I have not eaten anything on "THE LIST" and I have been keeping vampiric hours to avoid being touched by the Evil Day Star (reference to my favorite book of all time). I have been awake for 2 days because when I lay down, I get sea sick-weird because I don't have an eardrum andtherefore, cannot get sea sick, or so they tell me, but migraines make me sea sick, just like paddleboats did when I was younger, back when I did have eardrums. Plus, if I lay on one side, my legs and hips hurt and jerk. If I lay on the other side, I can hear the fan and it slices my brain as it spins. This would be understandable if it were an industrial sized fan, but its a baby fan; smaller than a dinner plateand usually very quiet, but when I have a migraine, it becomes a jet engine. &lt;br /&gt;This morning, I took a dose of excederine migraine and suffered, asking my hubby every 10 or so minutes if it was time to take more. The third time I asked, he says, "look at the clock," and hands me the clock. It's been 53 minutes. By now, I've kept Hubby awake over 20 hours. I sit quietly behind the laptop computer, not using it, just hiding behind it from the fan. At this point, he evil thing is blowing wind into my face and it feels like pellets being thrown at me. Everytime I lean my head out and open my mouth, Hubby say, "no, it's not tim, yet," so I go back to my hiding. When he finally lets me take my second dose, it's ot long before the fan's evil cousin, cell phone rings and sets off explosions in my head. The call triggers time to go mode, so I drag my bottom out of bed (might as well, I'm not sleeping) and we go. One step out of the nice, dark house triggersa full blown explosion of pain. I suddenly cannot see because the evil day star has sent lazer beams down and incenerated my entire brain! I am frozen in place. Hubby says, "come on, we're on a schedule." I tell him, "I'd love to go, but I can't see." Tears are streaming down my cheeks. It hurts so bad! Then, in front of everyone, my hubby takes my arm and leads me to the car. and puts me gently in like I'm helpless. I love him for taking care of me, but I hate that I can not be totally independant. I hold my eyes the whole way and by the time we arrive, I'm hurting so bad hat I'm shaking. I hurry in to get out of the Evil Day Star's reach. Within minutes, my headache slows to a stabbing throb. An hour later, its barely there, lurking behind the Excederine wall, waiing for a break or crack to come back through. The good news is, Hubby is working again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-7681215856856566949?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/7681215856856566949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=7681215856856566949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7681215856856566949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/7681215856856566949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-migraine-trigger-being-woman.html' title='Today&apos;s Migraine Trigger: Being a woman'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-3637720388436748889</id><published>2008-01-13T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T07:02:33.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>migraine triggers</title><content type='html'>a little history on the name of my new blog:&lt;br /&gt;when I left my old one, I promised that would be the title. &lt;br /&gt;Mom and I were standing around and she offered me a breakfast bar with peanuts in it. I started to take it, then came to my senses and said it...things with nuts give me migraines. My hubby gave me a really hurt look, not realizing I was talking about food...this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is straight from web md, word for word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A migraine attack typically involves a headache that lasts for 4 to 72 hours. Migraine attacks can range from mild to severe and often have other symptoms like nausea, sensitivity to light and sound, or vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows exactly why migraines happen, but it's thought that a series of events begins with the excitement of nerve cells in the brain. These overexcitable nerve cells then send out impulses to the blood vessels in the brain. The nerve releases substances that cause inflammation and swelling of the blood vessels resulting in pain and throbbing&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on this are...4-72 hours. I guess I don't have migraines then, mine have been known to last up to 5 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my common Triggers:&lt;br /&gt;sodium nitrate containing foods&lt;br /&gt;aspartame&lt;br /&gt;MSG containing foods&lt;br /&gt;peanuts, well really all nuts and seeds&lt;br /&gt;onions&lt;br /&gt;green beans&lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;noise&lt;br /&gt;lack of caffeine in large doses&lt;br /&gt;carrots&lt;br /&gt;pickles in large quantities&lt;br /&gt;being a woman...cycle changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me know how terrible this list is. I eat onions on everything, or at least I used to before they started ripping my head to shreds. I used to eat peanuts and other nuts by the bag daily, then I started getting the migraines again. I love pickles! Loud music rocks!! Light is nessissary to read, durnit! And, in no way can I avoid being a woman! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-3637720388436748889?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/3637720388436748889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=3637720388436748889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3637720388436748889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3637720388436748889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/01/migraine-triggers.html' title='migraine triggers'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-3810315060528834185</id><published>2008-01-13T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T05:45:56.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend, John Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVfPlK7HI/AAAAAAAAABU/D5I_dsSZNiQ/s1600-h/l_627947f1aa83e7c2dde88c4377a88c85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVfPlK7HI/AAAAAAAAABU/D5I_dsSZNiQ/s320/l_627947f1aa83e7c2dde88c4377a88c85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154956349981518962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVavlK7GI/AAAAAAAAABM/GOcefg_oxB4/s1600-h/716176682_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVavlK7GI/AAAAAAAAABM/GOcefg_oxB4/s320/716176682_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154956272672107618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVWvlK7FI/AAAAAAAAABE/EvxTS6j5zGk/s1600-h/716176361_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVWvlK7FI/AAAAAAAAABE/EvxTS6j5zGk/s320/716176361_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154956203952630866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVS_lK7EI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VmJG-_xu0KA/s1600-h/691184213_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVS_lK7EI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VmJG-_xu0KA/s320/691184213_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154956139528121410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVO_lK7DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wy50XpjzQN0/s1600-h/691183848_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVO_lK7DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wy50XpjzQN0/s320/691183848_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154956070808644658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that I have you hooked........notice the shirt. In true fashion, John Allen picks a PINK shirt!! This man was once fighting to save our country folks!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVzPlK7II/AAAAAAAAABc/dAJIGiqUFt0/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVzPlK7II/AAAAAAAAABc/dAJIGiqUFt0/s320/pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154956693578902658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-3810315060528834185?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/3810315060528834185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=3810315060528834185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3810315060528834185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/3810315060528834185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-best-friend-john-allen.html' title='My best friend, John Allen'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/R4oVfPlK7HI/AAAAAAAAABU/D5I_dsSZNiQ/s72-c/l_627947f1aa83e7c2dde88c4377a88c85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-5303332066669206512</id><published>2008-01-13T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T05:41:46.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you should know about me</title><content type='html'>1. I'm a beach, except more itchy&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't cuss as a matter of rule, but I do openly discuss subjects that are not appropriate for reading at work or in front of children&lt;br /&gt;3. My best friend in the whole world is a very hot, well toned, ex marine who is married to my closest girl friend. He also just happens to be gay. Sometimes flamingly so. When I post about him, it is because these are the things I love about him. If you are offended by it, feel free to leave. He approves all my posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-5303332066669206512?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/5303332066669206512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=5303332066669206512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5303332066669206512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/5303332066669206512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-you-should-know-about-me.html' title='Things you should know about me'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080116696921213214.post-8787147574106521233</id><published>2008-01-13T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:25:01.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi'/><title type='text'>Introducing me</title><content type='html'>I am a 30 year old college graduate. I have 2 teen aged sons. I am not, however, a typical mother. In fact, if I were to be classified as a parent, I would have to say, I am their father. I work, my hubby is a stay at home dad who cooks and cleans and takes care of our 2 sons. This works for us. It's not traditional, but I don't believe anything in my life ever was. I am beginning this blog to share some of my story with you all. I once had a blog somewhere else that a lot of people read regularly, but someone sensitive discovered it, so I can not write there any longer. You understand.  So, now that life is back to normal after the holidays, I begin this new blog. Thank you to all who have followed me here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080116696921213214-8787147574106521233?l=thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/feeds/8787147574106521233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080116696921213214&amp;postID=8787147574106521233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8787147574106521233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080116696921213214/posts/default/8787147574106521233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingswithnutsgivememigraines.blogspot.com/2008/01/introducing-me.html' title='Introducing me'/><author><name>Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09151975799888731507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qx86Oiq6Dc8/S19qfvDg09I/AAAAAAAAAEw/g0gao-lxtm0/S220/usb34+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
