<?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-1352797843661106260</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:30.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy's Mania</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-8392808390700410999</id><published>2009-03-16T23:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:22:03.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW...What a Blog Slacker!</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how time flies, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time when Mike and Cathy visited at the beginning of last month.  We took a drive down to Helena and then came back a different way...can't think of what it is called, but we drove past some really beautiful countryside.  We also got to see a couple of MOOSE!!  Cathy's keen eyes caught sight of a huge moose getting a drink from the stream running adjacent to the highway.  It was gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much else has been happening in the Schott household lately...just working and taking care of the family.  It just so happens that Samantha is sick right now with a bit of the flu and Ben is out of town in Polson, Montana at a Hazmat Conference.  I'm just hoping that the rest of us don't catch what she's got.  We'll keep out fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update with new pictures soon.  The girls have had haircuts...they're so CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;I'll write sooner next time, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-8392808390700410999?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/8392808390700410999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=8392808390700410999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8392808390700410999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8392808390700410999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2009/03/wowwhat-blog-slacker.html' title='WOW...What a Blog Slacker!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-2738925792330149312</id><published>2009-02-04T21:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:44:03.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are expecting...</title><content type='html'>...company tonight!  Come on, now.  What did you really think it was going to say?!  Shame on you for thinking that I could handle another munchkin....tsk, tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the whole family is SO excited tonight.  I am surprised that the girls went straight to sleep.  Aunt Cathy &amp;amp; Uncle Mike are on their 2nd airplane right this minute on their way to Great Falls.  What a hoot it will be to have our first visitors since becoming Montana visitors.  I'm not sure what we will be doing, but I'm sure we will all enjoy the heck out of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post updates after our eventful weekend...hopefully, some pictures, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone back in Indiana, especially the Indy area, are doing well today.  I know the weather has not been cooperative and we are thinking of you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from BIG SKY COUNTRY to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-2738925792330149312?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/2738925792330149312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=2738925792330149312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/2738925792330149312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/2738925792330149312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-expecting.html' title='We are expecting...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-8750707285781692250</id><published>2009-01-29T20:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:01:18.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>***Updates***</title><content type='html'>I haven't written for almost a week and I'm sure you'll understand when I tell you that I started my new job this past Monday.  I received the job offer last Friday and accepted immediately.  I am working at the Cascade County Clerk of Court's Office.  I am the Microfilm &amp;amp; Records Management Clerk.  Sounds pretty important if I do say so myself.  In reality, I am responsible for pulling files, putting files away, putting documents in files, and making copies as requested by the public, attorneys, etc.  I am also responsible for transferring files ready for archive onto microfilm.  It definitely keeps a person "hopping" all day long.  It sounds pretty boring for some, but I actually think it is one of the best jobs for my personality and interests.  I like to organize things and you'd better not mess with my FILES!!  The end result is that I've found a job with good benefits and one that I will probably enjoy for quite some time.  There will also be lots of opportunities to move to other departments and/or positions should I desire to do so in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and Ben are adjusting to having a regular routine now that I am working full-time.  I can't begin to convey how great it is to have Ben on a regular schedule...Monday through Friday day shift is AWESOME!  There is no more worrying about him working 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; or 3rd shift........EVEN MORE AWESOME!  OK....so he is required to work a few of those shifts every now and then, but not very often to impact much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is the same old stuff....not much else to report at this time.  Hopefully all of our families and friends back in Indiana are surviving the icky weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-8750707285781692250?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/8750707285781692250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=8750707285781692250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8750707285781692250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8750707285781692250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='***Updates***'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-3231686800188670145</id><published>2009-01-23T15:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:15:04.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of a Six-Year-Old</title><content type='html'>I absolutely must post the funniest things my kids say...it does me good to share and get a good laugh out of it at the same time.  Let me set up the story for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley's hair drives me absolutely crazy and it has for her entire 3.7 years of life.  It is very fine and hasn't taken on a thicker texture like big sister's hair.  I finally gave in and took her to get bangs cut last weekend.  I like little girls with hair one length, so this was tough for me.  We got the bangs cut and she looks absolutely adorable...more so than before if that's even possible!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo posted below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha has decided that she would like to have bangs cut also.  She already got most of her hair cut off last September and now she wants to be as adorable as her little sister, I think.  So, the other night when the girls were in the tub Samantha asked again to have bangs.  I said I could cut them for her...she insisted on going to Great Clips like Riley...I agreed stating that they could trim the rest of her hair, too, since it seems to be growing a little unevenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you ready for it?  The confession (and direct quote):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Well, maybe that's because I cut my hair at scho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my response was, "What?!"  She revealed her crime...when doing a craft at school before Christmas, she just grabbed a little bit of hair near her ear and cut off 2-3 inches.  She then turned to a classmate and said, "Landon, look, I just cut my hair."  I'm guessing that she decided to throw the hair away with no intention of sharing this juicy tidbit of information with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to wet my pants I was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids...they make it all worth while, don't they??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SXpPJfg7EOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6DDLsjTOAX8/s1600-h/Rileys-Haircut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SXpPJfg7EOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6DDLsjTOAX8/s320/Rileys-Haircut.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294631336424444130" 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/1352797843661106260-3231686800188670145?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/3231686800188670145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=3231686800188670145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/3231686800188670145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/3231686800188670145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2009/01/confession-of-six-year-old.html' title='Confession of a Six-Year-Old'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SXpPJfg7EOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6DDLsjTOAX8/s72-c/Rileys-Haircut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-2049476599094199189</id><published>2009-01-21T11:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:20:47.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, ho...hi, ho....</title><content type='html'>it's off to find a job I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interview this morning for a job at the county commissioner's office.  It would be really glamorous, let me tell you..."thank you for calling, how may I direct your call?"  Seriously, being a receptionist is not my favorite thing in the world...probably my least favorite...as a matter of fact, I'd rather not deal with many people at all.  HOWEVER, this trait is not embraced by most employers.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also e-mailed two resumes, dropped off a resume at a local chiropractors office (medical receptionist), and made an appointment for an inteview (customer service rep) on Friday.  I also stopped by the Job Service Workforce Center to see if any new jobs posted today.  I also check their website daily...this is where I get 99% of my job leads.  If I don't get something soon, I'm going to start taking it personally.  Of course, I already made a really bad decision two weeks ago....had my chance, I guess.  I think I'll mail a letter to that office manager to thank her for the opportunity that I THREW AWAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath....focus.....all better now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to work on some behavior charts for the girls.  We are also making job charts so that can earn some money, plus contribute to the household.  Samantha has been waiting for this for a long time, so I'd better get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-2049476599094199189?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/2049476599094199189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=2049476599094199189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/2049476599094199189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/2049476599094199189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-hohi-ho.html' title='Hi, ho...hi, ho....'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-8121492048313987976</id><published>2009-01-19T02:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:39:27.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2:30am and I'm still awake...</title><content type='html'>A little confession...I am addicted to staying up late and doing whatever I darn well please.  Aren't I terrible?  This is the only time that I can concentrate on my addictions without being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; by my munchkins.  I can devote time to my few, but powerful, addictions...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Webkinz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, and blogging (reading others' blogs more so than writing in my own).  I've pretty much always been a "loner"...preferring to have quiet surroundings without interruptions.  It's no wonder I'm too pooped during the day to do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby vow to get myself in bed earlier...starting tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-8121492048313987976?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/8121492048313987976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=8121492048313987976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8121492048313987976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8121492048313987976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-230am-and-im-still-awake.html' title='It&apos;s 2:30am and I&apos;m still awake...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-7732493307525848730</id><published>2009-01-14T09:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:27:42.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News and Bad News</title><content type='html'>I figure I'd better go ahead and get this posting done.  I was so excited last week (Thursday, to be exact) when I received two job offers...count 'em...TWO.  The first was a contract position over at Malmstrom AFB here in Great Falls.  This company found me on Monster.com and pretty much offered me the position with no questions asked.  The rate of pay was pretty darn good considering the area and it was an opportunity to get experience in a government job.  The second position was for an oral &amp;amp; maxillofacial surgeon's office acting as one of the two receptionists.  The pay was less, but the benefits were good and it seemed that the office would be a great "family."  To quote the knight in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;/span&gt;, I "chose poorly."  I thought the contract position would be a better opportunity and the money wouldn't be bad either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only made it two hours into the job on Monday before deciding that there was NO WAY I would ever be happy working there.  Unfortunately, I didn't "listen" to that internal voice that was telling me to take the receptionist job at the dentisit/surgeon's office.  It nagged at me all weekend and, of course, it's way too late to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, now I'm once again putting out my resumes and looking for the right job.&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-7732493307525848730?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/7732493307525848730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=7732493307525848730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/7732493307525848730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/7732493307525848730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-news-and-bad-news.html' title='Good News and Bad News'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-8116410020445567941</id><published>2009-01-07T23:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:11:50.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh, Cry or Scream?</title><content type='html'>I want to share a few things so that you can laugh, cry or feel sorry for me when I do the screaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUNNY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley and I picked up Samantha from school the other day.  When we got home and got out of the car, Riley said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait, guys, I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (a dog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; barfing.&lt;/span&gt;"  I thought Samantha was going to wet her pants from laughing so hard.  I asked her if she knew what "barfing" meant and she made vomiting actions with her mouth/tongue.  We laughed about it off and on for a day or so until I think Riley started taking offense.  Toughen up, kid....these things are HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT SO FUNNY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley drank an excessive amount of juice today...thanks to me giving it to her in a sippy cup instead of a smaller juice box.  She has been potty trained for several months now and doesn't usually have accidents anymore.  She doesn't wipe for herself, but she can at least get herself to the facilities on time.  HOWEVER, today proved to be a challenge for her little body's bladder.  I left the house around 3:15pm to go to a job interview (more tomorrow on that).  I called home when I left the interview and Ben didn't answer...hmm, unusual.  I got home and finally found a naked Riley in her bedroom searching for clean clothes.  She apparently needed to potty, notified her daddy, daddy said "go," Riley proceeded to watch television (or whatever activity in which she was engaged), and then tinkled all over herself and the floor (CARPET).  Ben was getting her cleaned up and scolding her for unacceptable "big girl" behavior.  Situation done, right?  Not quite...read on, my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came downstairs to crunch some numbers with our budget and the rest of the family followed.  Riley and Samantha both disappeared upstairs for a few minutes with Samantha reappearing downstairs first.  I wondered aloud as to Riley's location.  She came downstairs shortly thereafter.  After many minutes had passed (fifteen?), Riley came over to check out the computer with me.  I went to lift her up onto my lap and the seat of her pants was wet.  I double-checked and asked her if she wet herself again.  "Ummm..." she says while batting her eyes at me.  I scolded her and told her to go to the bathroom and wait for me.  A minute later I visit her and she confesses that she actually tinkled upstairs...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN MY BED!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instructed Ben to handle the child while I went on a mission to check the bed.  I couldn't find anything.  Riley came upstairs and proceeded by my request to show me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; she did the deed.  She then lifted up the covers and said, "In there" while pointing to a spot where Ben's feet would be while sleeping.  Sure enough, I lifted back the covers and found a wet spot the size of the palm of my hand.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a complete turkey this child has become!  She climbed under the covers and tinkled in my bed!!  She peed in my bed!!!  IN MY BED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think she cares...I have no idea why she decided to do her business under my covers...I have no idea why a 3-year-old does ANYTHING...to quote Riley, "Ummmmmmm...I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're done laughing, go hug your kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-8116410020445567941?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/8116410020445567941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=8116410020445567941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8116410020445567941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8116410020445567941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2009/01/laugh-cry-or-scream.html' title='Laugh, Cry or Scream?'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-8803752442320869362</id><published>2009-01-04T23:44:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:08:08.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I realize that I haven't even blogged since before Christmas.  What a slacker!  I'm sorry to report that I have just been too busy with two primary activities...looking for a job and keeping up with my Webkinz account...not necessarily in that order.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the job front, I had an interview with the Montana Dept of Transportation on Monday the 22nd of December.  This was actually considered the 3rd round (1st = application qualification, 2nd = written exam, 3rd = initial interview, 4th = interview with supervisory staff).  I actually "studied" like crazy for the interview...spending hours preparing answers to typical behavioral interview questions.  I was the first of five candidates to interview on Monday...not good news for those of you who may know that the last candidate to interview can ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;pically be the one selected.  However, the interview is conducted by three individuals who score each question individually.  Those scores are tallied and you must receive a score of 70% in order to "pass."  WELL FOLKS, I didn't pass...according to a rejection e-mail I so kindly received the next afternoon.  This completely bummed me out for the next.....well.... I'm still pretty depressed about it.  I feel like I can do pretty much any office job thrown my way and nothing makes me feel worse than being rejected.  A big blow to the professional ego I have definitely sustained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Webkinz front you'll be happy to know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie&lt;/span&gt; (female collie), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gilda&lt;/span&gt; (panda), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt; (panda), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; (striped alley cat) are doing well.  They are taking classes at the Kinzville Academy are excelling in every subject except Creativity (painting class).  That one is TOUGH!  They also enjoy making and serving pizzas...this one is challenging me and I will DEFEAT it!  Those temperamental customers just won't let me pass a certain score...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just my personal Webkinz.  You may also be pleased to know that the girls' Webkinz are doing well.  Samantha has 6 Webkinz and Riley has 8.  Yeah, thanks to Aunt Misty for starting this whole darn craze in our home!  It all began one year ago Christmas when Aunt Misty introduced a tiger to Riley and a pink poodle to Samantha.  We had never heard of them before and didn't even set up their accounts until late March.  It has been a lot of fun since then and I have become addicted myself.  My fascination is really with the games.  I've loved games all my life and when I get bored with one there are always others from which to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you want to know all of the names for the girls' pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pearl&lt;/span&gt; (pink poodle), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jewel&lt;/span&gt; (black stallion), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snowflake&lt;/span&gt; (white poodle), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leia&lt;/span&gt; (white yorkie), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rayla&lt;/span&gt; (charcoal cat), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt; (pink whimsy dragon...the only boy in the bunch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riley&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt; (female, tiger), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ila&lt;/span&gt; (brown arabian), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olive&lt;/span&gt; (frog), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; (cocker spaniel), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt; (white persian), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bubble Gum&lt;/span&gt; (female, golden retriever), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cocoa&lt;/span&gt; (female, brown horse), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt; (white unicorn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls enjoyed their Christmas...I hope everyone else did as well.  Ben and I let the girls open their gifts under the tree on Christmas Eve.  It was a total surprise to them...they had no idea.  The look on their faces was priceless.  Ben had to work on Christmas Day, so that is the reason we strayed from protocol.  Christmas morning was relatively calm since they only had their gifts from Santa to open and not the entire mountain of gifts.  It was more fun for me that way...seeing them thoroughly focus on and enjoy Santa's gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am posting some pictures of the gift-opening and also of our plentiful snow in Great Falls. Apparently, we are lucky enough to be blessed with a record-breaking December...we got something like 25 inches of snow for the month. This was also the first "white Christmas" in many years. LUCKY US! OK, I'm being sarcastic...I don't enjoy the snow unless I can just look at it and say "OOH" and "AAH." Seriously, it's not often you can experience the kind of snow where you can really see each snowflake landing and make out the entire design. It is really, really beautiful at that moment, but not so much when you have to drive in it OR when you are stuck inside for more than a week because it is too darn cold to even venture outside to retrieve the mail. Yup, I counted it...I left the house twice in the last 10 days. That's completely pathetic and making me CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha is very excited to get back to school in the morning. She can't wait to show off some of her new outfits...one of which you can see in their pictures in front of the Christmas tree. Of course, Riley has an identical outfit...who can resist matching kids?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures and know that we all wish you the best of everything for 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731709747483&amp;amp;site=widget-1b.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731709747483&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1b.slide.com/p1/3242591731709747483/bb_t060_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731709747483&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1b.slide.com/p2/3242591731709747483/bb_t060_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731709747483&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1b.slide.com/p4/3242591731709747483/bb_t060_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-8803752442320869362?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/8803752442320869362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=8803752442320869362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8803752442320869362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8803752442320869362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-yearnow-get-back-to-work-and.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-4890792280276760316</id><published>2008-12-22T14:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:43:13.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It might reach a high of 1 degree today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAIyxg_soI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BW7jtCn1Mvc/s1600-h/100_7678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAIyxg_soI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BW7jtCn1Mvc/s320/100_7678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282732031283802754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Folks, it is just downright cold here in Montana.  Ben informs me that there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; has not been a white Christmas here in several years, so I think they/we are in luck this year.  It has been snowi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng again since last night and we've probably gotten another inch or so of the powdery stuff.  We've been blessed with a kind neighbor who has plowed our driveway the last few times, so maybe we'll get lucky again.  I finally figured out that it is the guy across the street with his 4-wheeler with plow attachment.  It was cute to see his dog riding on the back of the 4-wheeler, jumping off every so often to bound through the snow or take a potty break.  Ben went over to thank him personally and introduce himself.  He came away with a plate of assorted Christmas cookies that the wife said she had intended to walk over that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, the temperature right now is -3 degrees with a wind chill of -17 degrees...not too toasty if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EVER, we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;power and heat unlike a lot of our Indiana friends who were hit earlier in the weekend with an ice storm.  I personally experienced a bad ice storm in the early 90's, so I can empathize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAHOicQZCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oAVFxc3Tyg0/s1600-h/100_7674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAHOicQZCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oAVFxc3Tyg0/s320/100_7674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282730309250475042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am posting a few pictures of our little family as we suffered the cold to get a family picture to send with our Christmas cards.  The girls thought the snow was tons of fun, but soon realized just how cold it was.  None of us lasted too long out there.  The last picture is of our neighborhood wildlife.  I remember seeing this bunny in the yard back when we were first viewing the house.  It appears that he will be a r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;egular visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is staying warm and enjoying the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAIke0DUGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LXmC0wBwd3o/s1600-h/100_7676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAIke0DUGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LXmC0wBwd3o/s320/100_7676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282731785745289314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAIcuVgjaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vWn69vbML1E/s1600-h/100_7675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAIcuVgjaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vWn69vbML1E/s320/100_7675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282731652473195938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAIzVVc0gI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pTZ9MRWYkiI/s1600-h/100_7677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAIzVVc0gI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pTZ9MRWYkiI/s320/100_7677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282732040899056130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-4890792280276760316?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/4890792280276760316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=4890792280276760316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/4890792280276760316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/4890792280276760316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-might-reach-high-of-1-degree-today.html' title='It might reach a high of 1 degree today!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SVAIyxg_soI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BW7jtCn1Mvc/s72-c/100_7678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-5934516383191073781</id><published>2008-12-18T00:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:20:10.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>It was so much easier to find time to blog when we were living in the hotel.  Now my days are consumed with actual cooking and cleaning...ugh!  Riley and I seem to just veg out most mornings and pass the time watching cartoons on Noggin or playing on the computer.  Most mornings we don't make it past 8:30am without her asking to go "on the pewter."  Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you were wondering...it's getting pretty lonely out here.  I am once again thrust into a new city trying to put down little roots.  I realize that I am not alone, of course, but I seem to be really talented at wallowing in self-pity.  I'm so proud of Ben and all that he has accomplished in his career.  He is extremely talented and exudes a passion for his work.  However, I do not tell him this enough and should let him know more often how inspiring he is to me.  Now...back to the self-pity... it just gets old trying to get a home set up all over again... it gets old trying to find quality, trustworthy childcare... it gets old trying to find a decent job to help pay the mounting bills... it gets old "waiting" to leave once I begin to really like it...  It is really difficult to start over again and again and again.  I'M TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have not been a good influence on my babies.  Samantha cries about once a week, saying she wants to go back to Indiana.  I'm sure my stinky attitude does not help her adjust to our new home.  Since Ben so kindly enlightened me to my power over the children, I have told myself to have a better attitude.  I probably won't listen to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ranted enough.  I'm off to attempt to catch a few winks before dawn.  I will try to return with a better attitude and positive energy next time.  Maybe I'll even manage to take a few pictures of the house and post them for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-5934516383191073781?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/5934516383191073781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=5934516383191073781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/5934516383191073781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/5934516383191073781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-8343761386681282768</id><published>2008-12-05T00:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:09:42.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay, okay...I was tagged!</title><content type='html'>This posting is being made just to prove that I will, in fact, respond to being "tagged."  I was initially tagged back on October 26th and I have now been tagged again.  Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PART ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU (PROBABLY) DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will preface my list with the following statements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not spent a lot of time thinking about the subject and will probably think of much better things later on after I have already composed the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben knows pretty much everything about me, so this list will obviously not apply to him.  I have a few close friends that might know most of these things and if they don't know it they won't be surprised by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1.     When getting out of the bath or shower, I absolutely must dry off in a particular order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I will get all messed up and be disoriented.  I hate air-drying and must complete the task as quickly as possible in order to prevent that being the case.  I don't think I have enough energy to actually describe the order, but I actually had a discussion (and laugh) with Samantha about it last week after a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2.     I am a "picker" and "peeler."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an almost subconscious habit of picking on any sort of bump on my skin, especially on my head.  I also love peeling skin...you know, like after a sunburn heals?  I honestly think I get this from my mother.  I remember getting a horrible sunburn in Florida on a band trip (this one time, at band camp...oops, wrong trip).  After getting home from the 17-hour bus ride and finally getting a good shower, my mom was able to grab the skin at the top of my back and peel it off in one big sheet.  She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3.     I am SUPER METICULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think I am "anal retentive," but I think it is a case of being "super meticulous."  It's a much more positive spin on my "condition," don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4.     I love smelling books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that sounds weird?  It must be something with the paper and/or inks.  It also applies to magazines and basically any other printed material.  I also have a fascination with the texture of pages...the crisp, untouched pages of a new magazine anyone?  Want to know something "sad"?  The girls ask to smell things after I do...I'm passing it on...Aaaaaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5.     I don't particularly care for the water (swimming) if I'm not in a relatively small swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with being seen in a bathing suit.  I think JAWS exists and is waiting for me to let down my guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6.     ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7.     ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of things to add to the list.  Pretty much everything I could add would be one more facet of my "super meticulous" behavior.  I could go on and on about that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PART TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURVEY SAYS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1.  Two Names You Go By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Missy and Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2.  Things You Are Wearing Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         red, long-sleeve thermal shirt&lt;br /&gt;         jeans&lt;br /&gt;         socks (and undergarments, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3.  Two Things You Want Very Badly at the Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         a job&lt;br /&gt;         financial peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4.  Two People You Look Up To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Ben&lt;br /&gt;         Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5.  Two Things You Did Last Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         baked chocolate-chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;         played games on Webkinz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6.  Two Things You Ate Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         blueberry bagel with whipped cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;         turkey and cheese sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7.  Two People You Last Talked To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Samantha and Riley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8.  Two Things You're Doing Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         cleaning three toilets&lt;br /&gt;         hugging my babies&lt;br /&gt;         (not necessarily in that order!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;9.  Two Longest Car Rides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Seattle, WA to Morristown, TN  (December 2002)&lt;br /&gt;         South Whitley, IN to Great Falls, MT  (September 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10.  Favorite Holiday(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11.  Favorite Vacations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Kauai with Ben - August 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Tennessee with my in-laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;12.  Last Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Relocation trip...cross-country from Indiana to Montana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13.  Two Favorite Beverages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Vanilla Coke (from a fountain, not canned)&lt;br /&gt;         Sweet Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I can now go to sleep since I have responded to my "tags."&lt;br /&gt;Once again it is 1:00 am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-8343761386681282768?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/8343761386681282768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=8343761386681282768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8343761386681282768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8343761386681282768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-okay-okayi-was-tagged.html' title='Okay, okay, okay...I was tagged!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-5554811805382663964</id><published>2008-12-04T23:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:06:10.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>You'll be pleased to hear that we are alive and well living in our new home.  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been just over two weeks since we signed on our home.  What a busy, busy time.  Ben and I (mostly Ben) managed to get the two bedrooms painted as planned.  Our master bedroom turned out really, really nice!  We went from pale yellow to a deep maroon/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;burgandy&lt;/span&gt; color.  Nice and cozy if I do say so myself.  The girls' bedroom went from white to purple and lime green...it's crazy, but COOL!  Two walls are purple and two walls are green.  We also added some Wall Pops circles in a funky pattern...kind of a caterpillar/snake-like fashion.  On top of that we added glow-in-the-dark stars (100 of them to be exact).  Curtains were added last week in fashionable RED.  Altogether with their rainbow-striped bedding we have quite a vision to behold!  I'll take a few pictures and post them this weekend.  Suffice it to say that the girls are quite happy to be sleeping in their own beds in their own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the house was SUPER CLEAN when we moved in...couldn't have been happier.  We've spend the better part of the last two weeks unpacking all of the boxes and putting things in their place.  My office/scrap room is a complete disaster, but the rest of the house is near perfect.  We even have a guest room ready for anyone willing to be the first guest.  Takers anyone???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With things calming down a little bit, I am beginning my job search in earnest once more.  I am scheduled to take an exam for a job with the State of Montana next week.  I'm not sure how many candidates there are for the position, but I remain hopeful until I receive a "ding" letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is once again on a work-related trip out of town.  This time he is in Kansas City, Missouri for eleven days.  Ugh!  It has actually been OK so far...the girls and I are settling into a routine as far as Samantha going to school...dinner time...bath time...play time....bedtime...Mommy stays up until 1:00 am playing on the computer...Mommy barely stays awake the following day...  you know, the usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I'm off to bed.  I'm shooting for an extra 30 minutes of sleep tonight (ha, ha, ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Missy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-5554811805382663964?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/5554811805382663964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=5554811805382663964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/5554811805382663964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/5554811805382663964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-983924772797784889</id><published>2008-11-17T23:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:41:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Posting from LaQuinta!</title><content type='html'>Well, folks, this should be my last posting from the comforts of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;La Quinta&lt;/span&gt; Inn &amp;amp; Suites here in Great Falls.  The girls are getting really excited to get out of here.  I am inclined to be of the same opinion as Riley who told me this evening, "We are living in a hotel and this is not fun."  Tonight is our 49&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; night here...who wouldn't be of the same opinion??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (Tuesday) we are meeting the realtor over at the house for a walk-through just to make sure everything is in order before closing on Wednesday.  Ben and I will be picking a paint color for our master bedroom while we are there...we'll be able to see how the paint samples look in the room itself.  The girls will also need to decide what color(s) their room will be painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pretty much came to the consensus of having a rainbow-themed room.  For those of you who don't know, the girls have been sleeping in the same room since last winter.  I think they enjoy having someone else in the room when they fall asleep and it certainly eliminated the bedtime hassles.  ANYWAY, we have been choosing things for their room over the last week or so.....  I purchased &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grosgrain&lt;/span&gt; ribbon in six colors (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple).  I bought small, white lampshades and hot glued strips of ribbon on each.  I found rainbow quilts at Target and purchased matching sheets (white with stripes and white with polka dots).  Samantha came up with the idea of having a ribbon curtain on their bedroom doorway, so I purchased a 3-ft dowel and hot glued 5-ft lengths of ribbon in a pattern all the way across the rod.  I have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; supplies with me and I just happened to have primary-colored buttons that match perfectly.  Both sides of the bottom of the ribbon strips got a button glued on to add a little bit of weight.  I have to admit that these are the absolute cutest things I have ever created.  I will definitely take some pictures to upload whenever we get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; service at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we are done at the title company's office on Wednesday morning, we have to pack up everything in the hotel room and get it over to the house.  One last car ride for the kitties!  It's amazing how much stuff we've accumulated in 50 days and how we've managed to pack it into this tiny space.  The trick will be to get it all out of here in as few trips as possible.  Samantha will be at school, so we'll just have Riley to contend with for those few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been gearing up to clean the house from top to bottom after closing.  Since all of my cleaning supplies were packed up with the movers, I have had the privilege of trying not to spend a lot of money on purchasing the same things again.  I don't think I did too poorly... $16 at the Dollar Tree for buckets, sponges, gloves, spray bottles, etc.  I've been doing some research on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; on "green cleaning" and I'm going to give it a try.  My arsenal will mainly consist of vinegar (2 gallons from Sam's Club) and baking soda (2-lb bag from Sam's Club).  I'll probably pick up some lemons from the grocery store to use, too.  I've been worried about the chemicals that we put into our home environment and their safety around kids and animals.  I'll let you know how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH....one important thing that happened on Saturday... I had a lot of trouble getting past this incident.  Today was the first day that I didn't think about it obsessively.  I took the girls down to the hotel swimming pool to burn off some of their excessive energy.  Ben wasn't feeling well, so he did not go with us.  We were having a fine time after I got used to the water...a little chilly for me.  We have a swimming vest that we borrowed from some friends.  Riley usually wears it and does really well keep her chin/mouth out of the water when she can't touch the bottom (the vest is a little big and she kind of hangs in it).  Ben discovered that she can kick her legs and move her arms pretty well to move herself around in the water.  Well, first of all she has absolutely NO FEAR of the water.  Without the vest she seems to think she can swim.  Her definition of "swim" is much different than the Webster's definition.  I'm pretty sure that hanging on my arm or being held by my hands does not constitute actual swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the girls and I were taking a break in the hot tub.  I got out to sit in a chair while the girls got back in the pool on the steps leading down into the shallow end.  Riley had removed the vest while we were in the hot tub.  I specifically told her to stay on the steps since she didn't have the vest on, but mainly because I was not in the pool.  She's usually very good about sitting on the steps.  Here is where I feel like a complete failure as a responsible parent.  Do you see where I'm going?  Well, Samantha can stand in the shallow end just fine.  She went into the pool to cool off.  Riley walked down the first couple of steps.  She looked at me and I made eye contact reiterating to STAY ON THE STEPS.  She looked away from me and just kept walking down and into the 3-foot water.  Her whole head except for the very top bit of hair was under water.  I'm getting nauseated even typing this now.  The whole world seemed to move in slow motion at that point.  I don't think I could believe that she would just walk down into water that she knows is too deep for her.  I'm sure it was only about one second before I jumped up out of my chair and sprinted the 10 feet to the edge of the pool.  I jumped in and grabbed her up as quickly as I could.  Somewhere in those 2-3 seconds (and I can still hear it), Samantha immediately had panicked and said, "MOMMY, GET HER!"  Samantha was completely "frozen" with panic and was just about hysterical.  Riley coughed a little bit and cleared the water from her nose/mouth.  I don't think she actually breathed any water into her lungs....it seems like she just didn't breathe for those couple of seconds.  I listened to her chest/lungs periodically for the rest of the day to see if I could hear any crackling sounds of water in her lungs.  She calmed down relatively quickly....Samantha was the one who needed more comforting.  I don't think after all the fuss and reprimanding by me (and later, Ben) that Riley truly understands the severity of the situation and how it could have turned out much, much differently.  Of course I kept asking her if she was OK....all she said was that she was OK and that she would stay on the steps now.  She was read to go back in the pool and I was ready to have a nervous breakdown.  We gathered our things and headed back to the room.  Samantha immediately reported to her daddy what had happened.  I made my way to the bathroom to hang up some wet items....that's when I had MY nervous breakdown.  The emotion hit all at once.  Like I said before, I couldn't get it out of my head all day Saturday and most of Sunday.  I can't believe how close I came to losing one of my precious babies.  I try every single day to protect them from harm and regardless of what I do it seems they manage to find themselves in harm's way.  This is the part of being a parent that I dislike the most... the WORRY and absolute terror that I sometimes feel... no matter what I say or do they just don't listen... they don't fully understand the consequences of their actions... they don't understand cause and effect... I'm not sure that I will survive their childhood without losing my own mind!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt; then...I should probably get to bed now.  I have rambled on much longer than I anticipated.  I hope that everyone that reads this is doing well... I suppose I do actually hope that others are well, too... but if you don't read my blog how would you know that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;La Quinta&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-983924772797784889?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/983924772797784889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=983924772797784889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/983924772797784889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/983924772797784889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-posting-from-laquinta.html' title='Last Posting from LaQuinta!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-1080218445137223348</id><published>2008-11-14T12:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:01:41.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>We found out this morning that we can finally close on our house next Wednesday morning.  Gosh...just one day earlier than I predicted on my change of address cards.  We should also be able to take immediate possession since the previous owners have already moved out.  This, I know, because I "stalk" the house every day after picking up Samantha from school.  Earlier this week the lender came back and said the VA appraisal required two things to be done before closing.  They wanted a handrail installed in the garage next to a few steps leading down to a door entering the house.  The second thing was a little bit of chipping paint on the exterior of some/all windows...they wanted them repainted.  The owner had these things done before 3:00 pm the same day!  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of good news is that the movers will be able to deliver our household goods (furniture) next week, too.  We asked for them to deliver on Friday so that we have a good day and a half to clean.  We would also like to paint our master bedroom and the girls bedroom.  We'll see how it goes.  It's an ambitious plan, but we are hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  We are just sitting and waiting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-1080218445137223348?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/1080218445137223348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=1080218445137223348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/1080218445137223348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/1080218445137223348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-3035209100795526115</id><published>2008-11-09T23:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:55:31.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Still Here...</title><content type='html'>Ugh...hotel life is sure getting old.  We are still waiting for the bank to get their butts in gear and get our home loan closed.  Our original target closing date was for this past Friday.  However, the bank (don't ever use Wells Fargo) decided to sit on their duffs for 3 weeks before thinking...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... maybe we should provide some customer service and get this going.  REALLY???  Do ya think?????  Ben has been pushing them for the last week and we will hopefully get our closing this coming Friday.  I have never been so ready to be in a house!!  The walls seem to be closing in even as I type.  Although I must admit to one big advantage to small living spaces...I can keep a close eye on the wild munchkins and my prone-to-be-lazy-when-not-at-work husband.  He, he, he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another front, I am trying to seek full-time work.  I actually had an interview last Monday and received a job offer on Tuesday.  The job was for a lead secretary with the Great Falls Public Schools.  I probably would've liked the job, but the timing was all wrong.  I can't in good conscience start a new job before we even get settled in a real home.  So, as you can tell I turned them down.  Another thing was the pay...not quite enough.  I have put out a couple of other applications and have an appointment with a staffing agency tomorrow or Tuesday.  I'm sure I'll be able to find something before the month is out.  My goal is to start working around the first of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child care is the other dilemma I am currently facing.  I would like Riley to attend this area preschool, but there is a waiting list.  There is really no telling how long it will take before she can attend, so I am seeking a different provider in the meantime.  I have someone who is willing to watch her, but I am also researching other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I had dinner with some of his co-workers last Thursday.  I think everyone in their office took a Meyers-Briggs test.  If you've never heard of it, you should look it up on the net.  Ben attended two days of "training" on the different result types/combinations.  I'm sure that the training will enable him and his co-workers to better communicate within their office and also to their external customers.  The dinner was especially for those employees whose spouses or significant others took the test as well.  It was no surprise that Ben and I are complete opposites.  He is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENTP&lt;/span&gt;, while I am an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISFJ&lt;/span&gt;.  I took the test about 15 years ago while attending Purdue.  My type did not change, but the values of those scores did change somewhat.  Even though Ben and I are opposites, we found out that we are not as opposite as some other couples.  We compared the actual differences in the values and I'm not sure Ben and I could survive with spreads like we saw in others.  WOW!  I thought this was hard work already...I can't even imagine how hard they work at their relationships.  ANYWAY, if Ben and I can use this information as a tool to communicate better and be more aware of how the other person operates (and try like heck to be considerate and REMEMBER)... it can only get better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd best turn in for the night.  I'm sure it won't be long before I have Riley joining me on the pull-out sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-3035209100795526115?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/3035209100795526115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=3035209100795526115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/3035209100795526115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/3035209100795526115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-still-here.html' title='We&apos;re Still Here...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-8667934056059471099</id><published>2008-10-31T22:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:22:54.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween to everyone!  This is not normally my favorite holiday.  It seems strange to dress up in a costume and go door-to-door begging for candy...just to end up eating more junk than normal or throwing away someone's good money that they spent on buying the candy.  HOWEVER, when you have two beautiful, fun-loving little ghouls like I do...it does make it fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a family we discussed some really great costume ideas that we eventually decided to put off until next year.  I just couldn't stress and stretch myself as I am normally apt to do when attempting to do something creative and homemade for my babies.  SO, yes, we actually spent money on costumes this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQviYOMi9_I/AAAAAAAAADg/UI8fis_54Rs/s1600-h/100_7641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQviYOMi9_I/AAAAAAAAADg/UI8fis_54Rs/s320/100_7641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263549495268014066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha was a "Princess Vampira."  I have to admit that she fell right into the role and creeped me out more than once.  She loved her make-up and the knee-high black boots that we got her to wear with the outfit.  My girl is rockin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQvixeddCuI/AAAAAAAAADo/OzFgTcWvc90/s1600-h/100_7643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQvixeddCuI/AAAAAAAAADo/OzFgTcWvc90/s320/100_7643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263549929130625762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley was "just a regular princess" (if you were to ask Samantha).  I think Riley looked especially beautiful.  She was really good while getting her nails painted, her hair done (gel, blowdry, bobby pins, hairspray), and then her make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQvjDUJYZJI/AAAAAAAAADw/bpsXg8zF1h8/s1600-h/100_7644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQvjDUJYZJI/AAAAAAAAADw/bpsXg8zF1h8/s320/100_7644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263550235599725714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha was famished since we had yet to eat dinner, so she tried to treat herself to an appetizer of Princess Riley.  EEK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sure drew a lot of attention while dining at the local Applebee's.  Our waiter was a Whoopee Cushion, complete with sound effects.  COOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where, you may ask, did we go trick-or-treating?  To our new neighborhood, of course!  We were hoping that the current homeowners would be home so that we could introduce ourselves and then demand that they put candy in our children's buckets.  But no such luck...they weren't home.  It just so happens that tonight was the night of a big high school football game and I think one or both of their sons play on one of the teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was going well and they began to work together taking turns ringing the doorbells.  The absolute funniest part was Riley stating that each house was "open for business" for her after she retrieved her goodies and retreated from the doors.  She also invited passing treaters to look in her bucket at her stash.  What a gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good scrubbing and hair-washing in the tub, they both went to sleep fairly quickly with chocolate coarsing through their veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all on this Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-8667934056059471099?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/8667934056059471099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=8667934056059471099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8667934056059471099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8667934056059471099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQviYOMi9_I/AAAAAAAAADg/UI8fis_54Rs/s72-c/100_7641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-3188333963512712738</id><published>2008-10-26T21:01:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:49:10.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure to Helena, Montana</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a beautiful day, so we decided to jump in the car after lunch for a road trip to Helena.  It was nice just to get out of the hotel and not be stepping on each other all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I didn't realize how much we missed the mountains until we moved to this gloriously beautiful state.  I could look at the mountains all day long and be thrilled to pieces.  Maybe we are just humbled by their size and feeling how small we are in the universe.  OK... maybe too deep... they are just purdy to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQUz2CJ2v6I/AAAAAAAAADI/eCIIUp7BwzI/s1600-h/100_7621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQUz2CJ2v6I/AAAAAAAAADI/eCIIUp7BwzI/s320/100_7621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261668743036452770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQUyLp9wNFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/R-1L0xSDEgU/s1600-h/100_7625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQUyLp9wNFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/R-1L0xSDEgU/s320/100_7625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261666915477107794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the view from a scenic outlook not too far outside Great Falls.  It was extremely windy climbing the steps up to the platform.  You'll see the Missouri River running through the Big Belt Mountains.  We also caught sight of a bald eagle flying overhead, but were not close enough to catch a picture.  Unfortunately, the only other wildlife we saw the entire day was a quail of some sort.  I was kind of hoping for a bear or a big horn sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQUxJ_kYOMI/AAAAAAAAACw/mjfwpeq58GA/s1600-h/100_7624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQUxJ_kYOMI/AAAAAAAAACw/mjfwpeq58GA/s320/100_7624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261665787404892354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gorgeous girl at the landing halfway up to the lookout point.  I think she has watched Project Runway with me a few too many times. You should see her runway walk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In downtown Helena, we went to the town center that houses The Great Northern Carousel and the Great Northern Ice Cream parlor.  The menagerie of the carousel was great...bighorn sheep, otters (you ride on their bellies), pronghorn antelope, bison, bobcat, wolf, rainbow trout, hippocampus (horse/seahorse combination), grizzly bear, triceratops, and traditional horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had fun riding the carousel two times each (Ben rode, too, the second time) and then enjoyed a scoop of the cold stuff before heading back out.   Now it just seems like we made the three-hour roundtrip just for a ride and ice cream, but the kids had fun and so did we.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQUymkpB9dI/AAAAAAAAADA/-cJa3WA_UjA/s1600-h/100_7627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQUymkpB9dI/AAAAAAAAADA/-cJa3WA_UjA/s320/100_7627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667377904481746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQU1PPk_36I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XuDw3qo3tgs/s1600-h/100_7628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQU1PPk_36I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XuDw3qo3tgs/s320/100_7628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670275648315298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha wouldn't take off her new hat since I told her she was "rockin!"  She even got a compliment from the young waitress at Applebee's tonight.  I'm sure that won't inflate her ego any more!  She does look pretty darn cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the trip back to Great Falls, Ben and I stopped off to see one more sight.  The girls missed the entire thing si&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQU3DC1yxiI/AAAAAAAAADY/gaiTIlcI1mI/s1600-h/100_7630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQU3DC1yxiI/AAAAAAAAADY/gaiTIlcI1mI/s320/100_7630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672265093924386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nce they crashed before we even hit the highway.  We wanted to see what is called the Gates of the Mountains.  This is yet another historic location for the journey of Lewis &amp;amp; Clark.  There are boat tours in the spring and summer season that will take you through the area.  The rock walls tower up to 1200 feet above the water.  As the water twists and turns through the rock, it looks as though the way will be obstructed but then opens like "gates."  STUNNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it from Montana.&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-3188333963512712738?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/3188333963512712738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=3188333963512712738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/3188333963512712738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/3188333963512712738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventure-to-helena-montana.html' title='Adventure to Helena, Montana'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SQUz2CJ2v6I/AAAAAAAAADI/eCIIUp7BwzI/s72-c/100_7621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-907603228402008373</id><published>2008-10-22T17:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:07:40.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah for SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted for a week, but who can blame me when the same old thing happens every single day here because of our "hotel life."  However, the highlight of the last week did happen to be Ben's return to Great Falls from his business trip to Louisville.  He said one of the weird/cool things was chatting with someone from the Weather Channel (Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cantore&lt;/span&gt;...you know, the guy who seems to be the first out in a hurricane every time?).  If I'm not mistaken, he's a pretty short guy and Ben felt like he towered over him a little.  I think Ben is really enjoying his new position and will be a fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WCM&lt;/span&gt;... I'M PROUD OF YOU, HONEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday the girls and I visited the elementary school in our neighborhood.  I took care of getting her registered to start this past Monday.  My not-so-little girl actually told me on Sunday evening that she was getting nervous.  I melted...she has always been such a brave person.  I told her about my own personal experiences (having been to 16 different schools myself) and she seemed to feel a little better.  Riley and I walked her to her new classroom Monday morning.  Her teacher, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rittel&lt;/span&gt;, is so kind and seems so involved with her classroom kids.  They were all excited to have another girl...she was the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one in the class.  Apparently, the ratio of boys to girls around this age is pretty high.  She may have her "pick of the litter" later on...watch out fellas!!  After school she seemed pretty happy...enough so that I told her I could walk her in every day this week if she wanted.  Her response was, "That's OK Mom.  You can just drop me off from now on."  How quickly I was cast aside!  I'm proud of her and she has fit right in according to her teacher.  She is definitely much happier this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am so happy to have her at her school (Meadow Lark Elementary) here in Great Falls.  The school was recently awarded the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Ribbon Award&lt;/span&gt; by the U.S. Department of Education.  It has to do with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Child Left Behind&lt;/span&gt; initiative.  Only 320 schools in the entire nation were recognized for their accomplishments.  Meadow Lark was the only school in the entire state of Montana to receive this award.  Score for Mom and Dad...one good decision in moving to this town and choosing the right neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley and I are going to visit a daycare/preschool tomorrow morning.  This center is so good that there is quite a waiting list.  I will find out after our tour just how long of a list...I can't really start a job until I figure out where best to place that little booger.  She is craving the social interaction so much that every time we visit McDonald's to play (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, and eat), she "makes friends" with every single child no matter their age.  Samantha is just left in Riley's dust at that point.  It is too funny to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing happening tomorrow (Thursday) is the inspection of our home.  I am anxious to see if it passes with flying colors or if there will be a laundry list of things to fix before closing.  We already made a killer deal getting the house...I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to lose it because of repairs needed.  We'll wait and see and I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has taken the girls down to the pool while I go get dinner.  I'd better place the order and get moving.  Hope everyone reading this is well.  We are desperately missing our family and friends already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-907603228402008373?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/907603228402008373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=907603228402008373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/907603228402008373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/907603228402008373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/10/hallelujah-for-school.html' title='Hallelujah for SCHOOL!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-3784677853251579632</id><published>2008-10-15T00:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:38:09.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday is not much better...</title><content type='html'>I was optimistic that the girls and I would have a better day today.  Boy, was I wrong.  I started out by doing at least 6 loads of laundry.  In between loads I managed to get clean clothes put away, fix lunch of PB&amp;amp;J (made in our room) with (expired) Sun Chips from the hotel "commissary," and take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after 3:00pm when we left our room to get some fresh air.  I took the remainder of the loaf of bread with us to feed to any geese and/or gulls we happened upon.  I stopped at the post office downtown to check our mailbox and then we headed toward River Drive to find some fowl to feed.  Samantha asked if we could find a park so she could play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we found both birds and play equipment at our disposal.  The girls fed the bread to apparently starving geese (they were stealing it out of Riley's hands before she could even tear and throw pieces).  They were anxious to play, so they ran ahead while I finished the loaf with the gulls.  By the time I reached the playground, I noticed Riley's jeans were awfully dark on her inner legs... yup, you guessed it...she wet her pants.  I was out of my mind!!  She wet her pants at a store this past weekend, so I wasn't too thrilled with this second accident.  She screamed and threw a fit all the way back to the car.  Oh...she had sat on Samantha's lap to ride down a slide, so Samantha had wet pants thanks to her little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning to the hotel for clean clothes, we went out for dinner.  Chili's was the restaurant of choice this evening.  They both behaved really well and we entertained ourselves by playing "Hangman" while waiting for our food.  There was one potty trip before our food came and we made a pit stop on the way out of the restaurant since Riley drank her entire cup of Sprite during the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the hotel once more... we stopped in the Business Center of the hotel (just a few doors down from our room).  The girls wanted me to print off some coloring pages from the PBS Kids website.  Riley appeared to be doing a "potty dance."  I asked her repeatedly if she needed to go to the bathroom.  Each time she adamantly stated, "No."  I trusted her word... WRONG THING TO DO!  She proceeded to pee her pants right there on the carpet of the business center room.  OH MY GOSH!!  I just might have a stroke tonight after all!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't go into details about the ensuing "conversations," but since the kids have gone to bed... I did yet another load of laundry and ate a pint of cookie dough ice cream from the hotel commissary.  Ahhh...ice cream therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now that I've vented here on this blog.  It is therapeutic, I think, to let others into the little details of everyday life.  If someone didn't know it before, they surely know now... I go NUTS when being with the kids all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the sad part, though.  Riley has asked three times now if we can go "home."  How heartbreaking is that?  The poor kid is craving her old life and routine.  I keep telling myself that they are as out of sorts as I am.  I am not the only one dealing with the situation.  We are going to visit the school tomorrow and see what I need to do to get Samantha registered to hopefully start next Monday.  Maybe once Samantha starts getting into a routine, she will be a little bit happier.  Once Samantha is gone during the day, Riley and I can get back into a little routine as well.  I need to start "pounding the pavement" and get a job.  I also need to start looking and asking around about daycare/preschool for Riley.  She needs other kids right now...not just her big sister and crazy mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed how much I love to use quotation marks and the three-periods thing... just wondering?!  Anyway...here's hoping for a FABULOUS WEDNESDAY!!!  Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture below is especially for my "old new neighbor" Carrie... we surely would have been great friends had I stuck around long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SPWOrMFEjKI/AAAAAAAAACg/0CZThDAXlgw/s1600-h/100_7153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SPWOrMFEjKI/AAAAAAAAACg/0CZThDAXlgw/s320/100_7153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257265012652936354" 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/1352797843661106260-3784677853251579632?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/3784677853251579632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=3784677853251579632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/3784677853251579632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/3784677853251579632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-is-not-much-better.html' title='Tuesday is not much better...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SPWOrMFEjKI/AAAAAAAAACg/0CZThDAXlgw/s72-c/100_7153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-8194035623433403327</id><published>2008-10-13T17:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:24:35.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday...and already losing my mind!</title><content type='html'>OK...maybe I am being a little dramatic, but I am already SO tired of being cooped up in a hotel.  We've been here just about two weeks.  But, hey, the good news is that we only have one whole month left to endure it!  Sarcasm just comes naturally, get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for the girls.  I keep trying to get out at least once each day to do something for them in the form of exercise.  The staff at the local McDonald's is starting to recognize us since we utilize the Playland area every other day.  It is also "sad" that the Papa John's delivery person last night said the following when I answered the door, "Well, hello AGAIN!"  I am tired of being in the hotel.  I am tired of eating out.  I am tired of having to put the cats in their cages for housekeeping to enter the room.  I am tired of having laundry pile up until I am ready to haul it down the hallway to use the $1.50/load washer and $1.25/load dryer (which always requires a second $1.25 to finish drying).  I AM JUST PLAIN TIRED OF THIS ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to something good...the 4 inches of snow we got yesterday melted today in our almost-50-degree sunny weather.  It is beautiful outside once again and will probably reach the mid-60's by Friday.  Can anyone say "KOOKY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is calling to kick my butt at UNO once more.&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-8194035623433403327?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/8194035623433403327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=8194035623433403327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8194035623433403327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/8194035623433403327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/10/mondayand-already-losing-my-mind.html' title='Monday...and already losing my mind!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-5119038825101739485</id><published>2008-10-11T21:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:55:50.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Schott Family's New House</title><content type='html'>The biggest news of the day is that we have finally decided on a home and have been notified (after much negotiation) that our offer was accepted by the Sellers.  The house is HUGE...having 5 bedrooms and 3 full bathrooms.  Needless to say, folks, there will be lots of room for visitors should anyone decide to venture West.  The house is only about one block from the elementary school that Samantha will attend.  I certainly hope Riley will attend as well, but we all know that Ben will probably decide to move us again just when we start to like the place (ha, ha, ha!!).  I'm just giving him a hard time...someone has got to do it...and it just happens to be one of the perks of my position as his "ball and chain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see pics of the new place until the listing is removed from the internet, you can do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.gtfar.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find a Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down the page under the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advanced Options&lt;/span&gt; and enter the number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08-2053&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like a Word document e-mailed to you with the pictures, please just post a comment and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some sleep now...Ben leaves town again tomorrow.  The girls and I will be taking him to the airport for his 2pm flight to Louisville.  Single-parenting once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-5119038825101739485?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/5119038825101739485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=5119038825101739485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/5119038825101739485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/5119038825101739485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/10/schott-familys-new-house.html' title='Schott Family&apos;s New House'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-6503863902577617933</id><published>2008-10-08T23:52:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:17:21.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sightseeing Around Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ben is away in Billings, Montana this week for a big conference.  The girls miss him already.  He is a very busy man these days with starting the new job and two back-to-back conferences.  He will fly out to Louisville, Kentucky next week...back to our old stomping grounds.  We lived there for four years and I continue to miss it every day.  I loved my job at Southern Indiana Rehab Hospital (SIRH).  I loved being close to my best friend (Jake) and her family.  I loved having new friends (Michelle).  I loved the kids' daycare (Discovery Time).  I LOVED IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On to the new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The girls and I managed to get out of bed just in time for breakfast here at the hotel (9:00 am).  I have started spending the late evenings on the computer searching for our next home, so sleeping in can be good sometimes.  After breakfast and some morning computer time, we got dressed and headed out for a little fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our first stop was the boat launch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2hlq20ClI/AAAAAAAAABA/79DWPBAwDjU/s1600-h/Gull-in-Flight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2hlq20ClI/AAAAAAAAABA/79DWPBAwDjU/s320/Gull-in-Flight.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255034008742660690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; area near the hotel.  We have been waiting to catch a group of geese close enough or accessible enough to feed.  The gulls got in on the action, especially with the brisk wind, and were catching pieces of bread in mid-air.  I was having more fun than the girls, I think.  It reminded me of a time that my family was in Corpus Christi, Texas staying in an upper-floor condo on the beach.  We threw the majority of a box of F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;root Loops up into the air and watched as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gulls caught most o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;f them before they hit the ground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The geese weren't too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since they decided it was safe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enough to accept bread straight from the girls' hands.  We had so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fun that we went bac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the hotel room for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; little more bread and returned for Round 2...for which I brought the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2kDYPyDYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yglyQiZ71KQ/s1600-h/100_7541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2kDYPyDYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yglyQiZ71KQ/s320/100_7541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255036718166445442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2kmbPQD6I/AAAAAAAAABY/3an5uUYS_XM/s1600-h/100B7560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2kmbPQD6I/AAAAAAAAABY/3an5uUYS_XM/s320/100B7560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255037320264945570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After torturing the girls with neighborhood cruising (driving past houses I want to see with our Realtor), we had lunch at my new favorite restaurant, the Macaroni Grill.  This was our third visit and we were lucky enough to have the same waitress as our first visit...Breezy.  Breezy is an adorable twenty-something that dotes on the girls and who also has an amazing voice.  We overheard her singing Happy Birthday in Italian, I think, during our first visit.  Samantha and Riley enjoy eating there since the tables are covered with paper to color on and because ice cream is included with their kid's meals.  Note: Samantha learned to play Hangman during our first visit and did amazingly well at guessing my word "camel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Post-lunch touring took us up to Giant Springs State Park on the North side of Great Falls.  The park boasts one of the largest freshwater springs in the world...flowing at 156 million gallons of water per day.  It is BEAUTIFUL to say the least.  There is a fish hatchery on the same site where you can feed the trout (?) with p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2pZCdXx4I/AAAAAAAAABw/-wHcRUmPiVo/s1600-h/100_7603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2pZCdXx4I/AAAAAAAAABw/-wHcRUmPiVo/s320/100_7603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255042587833124738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ellets you can bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2pv22B61I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZX4XBqxRqQQ/s1600-h/100_7606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2pv22B61I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZX4XBqxRqQQ/s320/100_7606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255042979852315474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y for a mere nickel.  We gathered all of our nickels (probably $0.75 worth) and headed there first.  We all had fun watching the fish jump and fight for the food.  Some of those guys are HUGE and the albino one is especially interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After feeding the fish we walked across a concrete bridge going over part of the spring's falls.  I saw movement in the vegetation in the water and spotted a couple of cute furry guys hiding out.  Samantha thought maybe they were beavers and I thought they were river otters.  After researching on the state's website, I believe they were muskrats.  The description seems to fit their general size, shape, and eating habits.  We watched them for a while until the wind got the better of us and we had to move on.  Our poor cheeks and noses were red and chilly for quite a while after that!  Samantha got to tell Daddy on the phone about the "otters."  He said he was jealous...we certainly would've loved to share it with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2r8rCURtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iEM9Gg10uDM/s1600-h/Muskrat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2r8rCURtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iEM9Gg10uDM/s320/Muskrat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255045399044179666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the way back to the hotel, I stopped at one of the vantage points along the way to take a picture of Black Eagle Falls.  I'm sure it would look even more incredible with ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2o95ByZ3I/AAAAAAAAABo/jsJERuX8KFY/s1600-h/100_7601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2o95ByZ3I/AAAAAAAAABo/jsJERuX8KFY/s320/100_7601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255042121445042034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;en more water traveling through the dam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cooked our first meal in the hotel room tonight.  Samantha requested tacos, which to her just means a tortilla with meat and cheese.  Tacos to Riley means lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, and maybe some chips.  I really should just learn to split everything between them since they seem to be such opposites at mealtimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow is going to be the day I unpack winter clothes from the boxes we shipped to ourselves at Ben's office.  Snow is apparently on its way...Billings is going to get it bad enough that Ben and his group are heading back one day early.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, just what I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;not!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's off to dreamland for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Missy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-6503863902577617933?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/6503863902577617933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=6503863902577617933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/6503863902577617933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/6503863902577617933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/10/sightseeing-around-town.html' title='Sightseeing Around Town'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SO2hlq20ClI/AAAAAAAAABA/79DWPBAwDjU/s72-c/Gull-in-Flight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352797843661106260.post-5146952088011230475</id><published>2008-10-07T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:47:00.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Big Sky Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SOvKoNeT_7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/RmLcm9XFRag/s1600-h/100_7482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SOvKoNeT_7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/RmLcm9XFRag/s320/100_7482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254516182418194354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As most of you know, we recently made our journey West to our new home state of Montana.  The 24-hour (driving) trip took 3 days and was basically uneventful.  The girls handled the time in the van very well and the cats didn't whine too much, either.  Amazingly enough, Ben and I didn't even argue ONCE that I can recall.  We both knew how stressful the trip would be if we didn't get ourselves into the right mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I rather enjoyed the drive.  I found Wisconsin to be especially beautiful with its rolling hills and gorgeous green fields.  I have never seen so many cows in all my life!  On the morning of day three we had a wonderful visitor during one of our pit stops.  A real BISON!!  I know that many people assume that they are called buffalo, but they are truly bison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SOvKMy7iv0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-OfwSQ-6WSM/s1600-h/100_7519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SOvKMy7iv0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-OfwSQ-6WSM/s400/100_7519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254515711436570434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at an area called "Painted Canyon" just before leaving North Dakota and heading into Montana.  I laughed a little at the sign near the entrance showing a picture of a bison and stating "CAUTION...Do Not Approach Wildlife."  We spent a little time at the overlook and then Riley asked about something in the grass...bison droppings!  After a potty break, we all headed back to the vehicles.  On our way, we spotted a very LARGE male bison heading in our direction.  He was just taking his sweet time grazing along the way.   Samantha and Riley were both a little scared, even though he was a good bazillion yards away (you can tell I'm good at judging distances, right?).  I couldn't resist driving the van around to get a closer look at this magnificent animal.  He was enormous and seemed so gentle.  I'm sure if someone made this 2,000-lb animal angry, he wouldn't seem so gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of that day was pretty tame...Riley spotted a herd of bison next to the highway about 25 miles outside of Great Falls.  She was very proud of herself.  And speaking of being PROUD... Riley's potty training (or lack of training) has been a great source of worry for me, especially.  As several of our family members know, Riley finally decided to start wearing big girl panties just one week before we departed Indiana.  I think we owe a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of thanks to her babysitter, Stephanie, who really got her going on a regular basis.  Well, Riley made it all the way from Indiana to Montana with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no accidents&lt;/span&gt;!!  Hooray, we are diaper/pull-up free!!  (other than at night, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For right now, I am off to take the girls to the hotel pool.  I will continue this adventure later with more details of our new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352797843661106260-5146952088011230475?l=missymania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/feeds/5146952088011230475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352797843661106260&amp;postID=5146952088011230475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/5146952088011230475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352797843661106260/posts/default/5146952088011230475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missymania.blogspot.com/2008/10/greetings-from-big-sky-country.html' title='Greetings from Big Sky Country'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07165824693902411907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SWWfHk8LoPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qmi0074_ON0/S220/Facebook-Profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwo5_wUcqOs/SOvKoNeT_7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/RmLcm9XFRag/s72-c/100_7482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
