<?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-3716642375636924021</id><updated>2011-10-03T05:01:06.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Drama Mama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-489340492178813862</id><published>2009-12-27T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:49:43.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some thoughts</title><content type='html'>Well Marty has been home for a month now and I am slowly getting use to him being back and then there are days that I am ready to ship him back off too! Since Marty has been home he has went back out to the shipyard to work and while he was gone for 8 months there were alot of changes made in his department. QA went to Union which changed everything for them...NO sick time, NO more overtime (unless they really need you), No more accruing vacation time you get it on your anniversary that you signed up with NG and so on and so on. Anyways Marty has applied for several other places he has heard from some but we are waiting on one certain job so please PRAY that he will hear back from this certain job and that he will get a interview and possibly get hired. Also PRAY for Marty's dad he was readmitted to the hospital on Wednesday he has two other strokes and now has a blood clot in his lungs. The doctors still do not know what has caused any of it but his daddy has alot of illnesses too ( diabetes, high cholesterol and he is very obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas! I got something that I have been wanting for a LONG time...all of the carpet was ripped out of my house and new laminate wood floors were put in!! NO CARPET IN THE HOUSE!!! I am a happy person right now. "Santa" brought us Guitar Hero world tour for Christmas this year so me and Marty and the kids have been rocking out at the house this weekend!! Noah is a big singer and it is so funny to watch how he really gets into it and Hayden...well he is trying on the drums and maybe he will get that you have to hit the color that is on the screen! I wish you could all see Marty sing Micheal Jackson's "Beat It" it was so funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a safe and Happy New Year...until then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-489340492178813862?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/489340492178813862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/489340492178813862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/489340492178813862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just some thoughts'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-3931310528749927806</id><published>2009-11-22T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:07:26.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where....</title><content type='html'>Home is where my husband finally is...at least for the past two nights!! Marty came home Friday, when I got home from work we loaded up and headed to Hattiesburg. Marty's dad is in the hospital so we went to see him. Needless to say I got two nights with my hubby!! He is staying with his dad tonight at the hospital so I don't mind. I'm glad he is home but yes he had already started to aggravate me some!!!!! But what husband doesn't aggravate their wife?? I'm ready to get my Christmas stuff out and get the house decorated! I will be doing all of that on Wednesday since I will be at my in-laws house for Thanksgiving and I will be shopping all day Friday (but I will start on Thursday night with my friends!!).&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw my friend Candi today, she came home from the hospital and she looked good, the only bad part is that she has to go back on Tuesday for some more outpatient surgery on her left breast. The tissue isn't working so they are going to get some tissue flown in tomorrow so she can have the surgery on Tuesday. I told her I had more than enough tissue to donate that they didn't need to send some!! Pray for Candi, she is a little down right now about all of this but she knows this was the best option for her in her situation.&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to busy for me but im excited about going out with my friends Thursday night to start our Christmas shopping!! &lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a GREAT week and a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-3931310528749927806?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/3931310528749927806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-is-where.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3931310528749927806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3931310528749927806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-is-where.html' title='Home is where....'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-1344580974713101589</id><published>2009-11-19T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:28:53.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months later</title><content type='html'>After 9 LONG (but fun) months Marty will be returning home for good!! Am I happy?? Of course I am but ask me that next week when he starts invading my space!! We will have alot to catch up on, I am glad that he went to work in another state because I probably would have never taken a trip to Virginia. I must say it was a beautiful state and I would even consider living there...but it is to far away from my momma nd my friends!! Pray for Marty's dad he had a stroke this morning and we really don't know much of anything other than they have run some test on him and his stepmom is waiting on the results. We will probably be making a trip to Hattiesburg this weekend to see them. On another note I am happy to say that my friend Candi who had a double macestomy and reconstructive surgery done on Monday and then had to go back in for surgery on Tuesday due to a blood clot on her left side is now doing very well. She is a trooper and I applaud her for what she did to protect herself down the road from getting cancer since she has such a HIGH RISK of getting cancer. Pray that she will continue to get better so she can go home. Anyways, I have a few more things to do before Marty gets home tomorrow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-1344580974713101589?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/1344580974713101589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-months-later.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1344580974713101589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1344580974713101589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-months-later.html' title='9 months later'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-3310249606880143014</id><published>2009-11-05T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:30:44.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been??</title><content type='html'>i know, I haven't posted anything in a long time. I try to read everyone blog each week but I never seem to post anything. So where have I been.....???? BUSY is all I have to say. For the past 8 almost 9 months I have been a single momma since Marty has been in Virginia working. I am glad he went to work out there cause I may have never even thought about going to Virginia. I went and I loved it up there, almost to the point that if Marty called me to say they want him to stay for good and that we were moving I would have said ALRIGHTY then!! But then again I would have been very sad leaving my family and all of my FRIENDS behind. I have some wonderful friends that have helped me and kept me company these past 8 months and I wouldn't have been able to do it without them. Marty has missed so much this year, Hayden graduated from preschool and started kindergarten. He saw a few ballgames when he was home on the weekends. I know he hates missing stuff the boys are doing but he is providing for his family. I feel like it helped our marriage out alot and we enjoy each other more now. Lets see if I'm saying that in 15 days when he comes home!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Im ready for him to be home though and Im ready for the holidays. After the first of the year Marty may be leaving to go to California to work. I have to say I am not to disappointed in that since I would love to visit San Diego! We will just ahve to wait and see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-3310249606880143014?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/3310249606880143014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3310249606880143014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3310249606880143014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been??'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-8500874561205585815</id><published>2009-10-01T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:02:24.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Im Thinking....</title><content type='html'>I'm having some issues. I am so sick of people trying to be something or someone they are not. I also cannot stand when someone LIES to get attention. I mean seriously people do you have to make up some outrageous story to make your life look like a fairy tale. Money doesn't grow on trees ( at least I ha vent found the tree yet). I am not trying to say that I am jealous of someone Else's life because I'm not. I am perfectly happy with what i have and what I am able to do. Yes I would like to be able to do more and even have a little more but that will come with time. I just do not know how some people do it sometimes, you know the ones that throw money around like it grows on a tree in their back yard. The lying part is what hurts the most. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sure this is going to throw some people off but I just wanted to say what I was thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-8500874561205585815?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/8500874561205585815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-im-thinking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8500874561205585815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8500874561205585815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-im-thinking.html' title='What Im Thinking....'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-1362917174539152575</id><published>2009-09-28T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:43:59.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be THANKFUL for your mother everyday</title><content type='html'>Last week has been a sad week. A co-worker and very good friend of mine called me Sunday a week ago to let me know that her mom was in the ICU on a ventilator and not doing well. I had just seen her mom the day before and granted she was sick and I could tell I never expected for that to be the last time that I speak to her or see her. Kaila (my friend and co-worker) was very close to her mother and loved her and talked to her everyday. Kaila is a only child so her mom was like her sister. After getting the phone call on Friday afternoon that her mom had passed away all I could do was cry. My heart hurt for Kaila and her family. Kaila's mom was only 47. Her mom was not a sickly person she passed away because she had a bad case of pneumonia and did not get it treated properly. So if you are like me, I called my mom and proceeded to tell her that if she even gets a cough she is going to the doctor. I DO NOT know or CANNOT even begin to imagine what it would be like not to have my mom around anymore. So therefore I will never go a day without telling my mother that I love her. Life is short so live it to the fullest!&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 href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-1362917174539152575?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/1362917174539152575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-thankful-for-your-mother-everyday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1362917174539152575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1362917174539152575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-thankful-for-your-mother-everyday.html' title='Be THANKFUL for your mother everyday'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-6369021326881989735</id><published>2009-09-10T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:26:02.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Okay so Ive been out of blog land for about a month. I have been SUPER busy over the past month. School started and having a 3rd grader and a kindergartner while playing single mom can be a little tough sometimes. Noah is enjoying 3rd grade so far this year and yesterday he got his progress report. I was proud of my man and his 3 A's and 2 B's. We are going to work on those B's and turn them into A's! Hayden is enjoying kindergarten even though he has already missed several days of school because of sickness. I was afraid of this, his first week of school he missed 2 days because of a stomach bug and last week he missed 2 days because he was in the hospital with the croup for one day out of those 2 days. Hayden has always been my sick child and I am hoping as he gets older he will out grow this. His daddy was the same way as he was growing up and when his daddy gets sick now you would think he was dying! LOL I think every man is like that though!!&lt;br /&gt;Work has been a place I will call HELL right now. I work cor a Children's Clinic and flu season has hit 2 months early and it is complete chaos. We turned in out time sheets today and in the past 2 weeks I have been at that place for 94 hours and trust me my body is feeling it. &lt;br /&gt;Other than school and work we haven't done much more around here. Marty has been home 3 times recently and we have had some pretty good weekends. Hayden has his first soccer game on Saturday so I will be posting some pics from that...sometime!&lt;br /&gt;I had the IUD put in about a week ago and I can honestly say I cant wait to see if I don't have a period with this. Who knows how it will work but I will see.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to say Thank You to my great friends. Since Marty has been gone these past 7 months I have leaned on my friends alot and I am so happy that I have great friends that are here to help me with anything! I love yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-6369021326881989735?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/6369021326881989735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/09/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/6369021326881989735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/6369021326881989735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-1282859077514699347</id><published>2009-08-18T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:50:55.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test results.....</title><content type='html'>So last month I posted about possibly having a hysterectomy and that my doctor wanted to do a procedure first before we took that step. Well I went last week for my sonogram and biopsy. My doctor called me back yesterday with my results. He told me that I have Simple Hyperplasia...Ok what is that mean I ask? He tells me that I am not ovulating and that I need to take birth control for the progesterone, he also said that simple hyperplasia is the least likely to turn in cancer.. THANK YOU GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways he ask if I wanted a birth control called in....UMMMMMMMMM.....NO. I ha vent taken birth control in 6 years and im not one to remember to take one everyday especially when I do not need it, so I am having the IUD put in next week. I hope this works out well and takes care of my problem. I have heard great stories and HORROR stories about the IUD. I guess I will just have to wait and see what I think of it!&lt;br /&gt;My husband who is still out of town called me everyday last week to see if I ahd heard from the doctor yet well when I told him today that i got the results back adn I explained what the doctor said all he could say is I dont know what any of that means  but I Love You! Then he proceeds to ask if I am going to be ok! Gotta love a man that doesnt have a clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-1282859077514699347?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/1282859077514699347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-results.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1282859077514699347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1282859077514699347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-results.html' title='Test results.....'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-2114792385345553140</id><published>2009-08-05T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:08:54.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday...Sitting on the edge of the Lincoln Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sno7BRXIBWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yl8RM74J_-8/s1600-h/lookin+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sno7BRXIBWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yl8RM74J_-8/s320/lookin+out.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366666798991672674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-2114792385345553140?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/2114792385345553140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesdaysitting-on-edge-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/2114792385345553140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/2114792385345553140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesdaysitting-on-edge-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesday...Sitting on the edge of the Lincoln Memorial'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sno7BRXIBWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yl8RM74J_-8/s72-c/lookin+out.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-3532234255667687054</id><published>2009-07-23T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:44:20.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about.....</title><content type='html'>I cant believe I am going to post this but oh well I might as well because I would like some feed back on what to do. This week I went to my OBGYN for my yearly check up. Oh what fun...NOT anyways I went and we talked about something. To begin with I do not take birth control because my husband had a vasectomy done 6 years ago so I figure what is the point. I don't like trying to take a pill at the same time everyday I cant remember to do that. So I am talking with my doctor and I tell him that I have some problems with my period each month and the first thing he asks me is "Do you want a Hysterectomy?"......well yes and no I tell him. So what we have decided to do is a test and a biopsy, after the results come back we will go from there he also told me that the IUD is another option if I want it. But I keep throwing the hysterectomy question up in the air...Should I or Shouldn't I? Yes it would be WONDERFUL not having to worry about a period each month. If your wondering yes I would like to have another baby but since my husband has already had his vasectomy then we will not be having another one, so should I consider this??&lt;br /&gt;Ive spoken to many people about the IUD and I have heard the ups and the downs to having that put in..especially your story Tracy!&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I would love feedback on this, I go to have my test done on August 11th so it will be awhile before I make a final decision.&lt;br /&gt;Thankd for your input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-3532234255667687054?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/3532234255667687054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/thinking-about.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3532234255667687054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3532234255667687054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/thinking-about.html' title='Thinking about.....'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-1417880033332048298</id><published>2009-07-19T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:20:32.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where....</title><content type='html'>Home is where I am at now but my heart is still in Virginia....we made it home safe and sound around 8:30. They boys and I had a wonderful time in Virginia with Marty. We went and did alot of stuff and ate alot of food! I will be posting pics later this week. I and happy that my boys got to experience this. Going to Washington D.C. is something that we probably would have never done but because NG has sent Marty to work in Virginia we got the chance to experience something new!&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday Marty and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary! We ate some WONDERFUL ALL YOU CAN EAT crablegs!! OMG they were sooooo gooood. The service at the restaurant was HORRIBLE but the food was good! Marty took me back to the CHEESECAKE FACTORY yesterday! It was wonderful too and so was my cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful trip &amp; I am glad to be home but I also would love to still be in Virginia with my hubby. When we got to Atlanta I turned on my phone and I had a voicemail...my husband was actually crying &amp; telling me that he already missed us. That is a first....&lt;br /&gt;Ill have more this week ont eh trip with some great pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-1417880033332048298?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/1417880033332048298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-is-where.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1417880033332048298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1417880033332048298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-is-where.html' title='Home is where....'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-1499694008858691801</id><published>2009-07-14T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:43:15.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years ago today...</title><content type='html'>8 years ago today I married the man I love. 8 years ago today we started our life together as husband and wife, we promised to love each other till death do us part. You have given me 2 beautiful children and I love you very much. I cant wait to see what the next 8 years will hold for us for our children.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Marty, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-1499694008858691801?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/1499694008858691801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1499694008858691801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1499694008858691801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-years-ago-today.html' title='8 years ago today...'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-4614336550057750614</id><published>2009-07-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:34:37.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Vacation....</title><content type='html'>Well we are in Virginia this week. We arrived Friday night around 8:15 and had to stand around for another 15 minutes waiting for my luggage. Lets back up to before I left though, on Thursday I stated to feel a little panicked about leaving. I'm not scared of flying, I love to fly. I was panicked about Atlanta airport and toting my 2 boys behind me while we ran to our next gate! i calmed down some on Thursday night and got up Friday morning and went to work. I was excited and ready to go! i left work at 12 and picked the boys up at my in-laws and we headed to Mobile. We got to the Mobile airport and the boys were so excited. Got the bags checked in and went to security and of course Hayden sets of the alarm.... I made him come back and take everything out of his pockets, there was nothing in them...hmmm oh yeah he had a HUGE watch on his arm that his daddy gave him last week that was setting off the alarm! Only Hayden could manage to do that! We made it through security after that and went to our gate, we were a hour early but better early than running to get there. As we were sitting and waiting I started to feel like I was having a anxiety attack, I was having trouble breathing and my chest was getting tight, then my phone rang. Yes Marty i made it to the airport and we are at the gate...he proceeds to tell me that I will be getting off at C31 in Atlanta and will have to go to gate B...anxiety start to set in worse and I get snippy with him. He tells me we will have enough time and that we will make it to the next gate.Ive done it lots of times....I tell him he may have done it lots of times but he has never had to make sure the 3 kids that are with you are behind you too. I told him I would call him when I get to Atlanta and that I love him. It was safe for him to say "ok, love you too" before I started chewing him out.&lt;br /&gt;We board the plane in Mobile and make it to Atlanta, as we get off the plane I go to the big screens to find our next gate....we are at C31 and we have to go to B10...and the plane is already at the gate. CRAP, let the running begin. We had to go down and catch the train that goes to the next level. We made it as they were starting to board the plane. My blood pressure goes back to normal now!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we are in Virginia and I love this state. It is so pretty and the weather is so nice. The highs have only been in the low 80's and there is always a breeze. When we got here Friday night is was actually kind of cool outside and I knew I should have packed a light jacket. Oh well. We have been busy since we arrived and it will continue until we leave. Tomorrow we will visit Busch Gardens and I cant wait to ride all of the rides!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was a long post, Ill post more about the trip later this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-4614336550057750614?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/4614336550057750614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4614336550057750614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4614336550057750614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-vacation.html' title='On Vacation....'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-4885840273418224041</id><published>2009-07-08T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:30:08.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane!</title><content type='html'>So I'm leaving on a jet plane (not a real jet plane!) on Friday and going to Virginia!&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I are going to go stay with Marty for a week. I'm not sure what all he has planned for us but I'm sure it will be fun! He will have to work some while we are there but that is fine too. Maybe I'll be able to relax for a little while! So much has been going on the past couple of weeks. Noah and I went to Atlanta with the church choir. We had a good time, we went to Stone Mountain on Monday night when we got there, on Tuesday we went to Six Flags. The kids sang 3 songs and then we were let loose in the park to have a good time. Noah didn't really want to ride any rides so I went with Paul (thanks again Jennifer for letting me use your husband that day!)and we rode the big roller coasters! Jennifer joined us on one and it was so much fun! After a little bribing I convinced Noah that he needed to try a ride. He went on a water ride (small) and loved it so next stop was a bigger one. He loved it too and if we had enough time I may have been able to convince him to get on a roller coaster, but we ran out of time. Maybe he will get on one when we go to baush gardens next week! On Wednesday we went to the water park. The first thing I get on I had to sit at the end and pull all of my bathing suit out of my butt. I know not a pretty picture! :) I also went on one that was 90 feet tall and a straight drop down, once a gain I had to pull everything out of at the end! It was a short trip and we enjoyed it. Marty came home Wednesday night and I was happy to see him home early when I got home on Thursday! We had a wonderful weekend with the kids and with our friends. Marty left yesterday afternoon to go back to Virginia and he is looking forward to us joining him on Friday night. I have so much to do and I really don't know where to start. When I get back Ill post pics. I would post some from Atlanta but they my computer isn't wanting to cooperate with me. Sorry ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-4885840273418224041?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/4885840273418224041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4885840273418224041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4885840273418224041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane!'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-8565825146356493873</id><published>2009-07-03T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:23:31.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>I know this is a little early but i will be super busy tomorrow so I wanted to post this today. Ive been out of blog land for awhile. Between work and my boys and a recent vacation I have been busy. I do enjoy reading everybodys post at night. This past week Noah and I have been in Atlanta Georgia for his church choir trip. I enjoyed spending time with him this week and I am thankful I had the opportunity to go and spend that quality time with him. We had a blast at six flags riding a few rides that i had to bribe him to get on but he loved it once he did ride them. The same goes for the waterpark the next day. I will post more about this next week when I get a chance along with some pics.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell everyone do have a fun &amp; safe 4th of July tomorrow. I am grateful for all of the men and women out there that put their life on the line to fight for our freedom. My cousin is in the military and is leaving to go to Germany which is where he wil be stationed for the next 3 years. When he arrives in Germany he will be there for  little while before he recieves his paperwork for his 3rd tour of duty. Please keep him in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day tomorrow and enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-8565825146356493873?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/8565825146356493873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8565825146356493873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8565825146356493873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-3469822246278028260</id><published>2009-06-17T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:06:51.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been awhile since Ive post anything. When I get home after work I'm tired and so I play on Facebook, feed &amp; bathe my boys do some laundry and go to bed. Anyways, so far we have had a busy summer. Noah turned 8 years old last Friday. My baby is getting big he went in for his 8 year check up today and was only 57 pounds and he is 50 inches tall. He will pass me up in about 2 years but as my husband would say that isn't saying much. In a few weeks Noah and I will be going to Six Flags in Georgia for his choir trip. That should be interesting.....when we get back from that trip Marty will be coming home for the weekend which will be 4th of July weekend and he will go back to Virginia on Tuesday, on Friday the 10th me &amp; the boys will be flying out to stay with him!! We are excited about going to Virginia to see daddy and getting to do a lot of fun things. Well I'm going to leave you with a few pictures to enjoy. Some are from our recent beach trip that we took on Sunday with Kelli and her boys!! We had a blast and cant wait to do something fun with them again! The other picture will be one that I will be able to use as black mail one day!! You will see why when you see this picture, I took it because I thought it was to funny :) Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SjmeDIw9d4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/hPZpUwPr4A8/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SjmeDIw9d4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/hPZpUwPr4A8/s320/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348479809208809346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SjmeeLTOs7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xjSya2-6JyA/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SjmeeLTOs7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xjSya2-6JyA/s320/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348480273745884082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SjmfWBV_sYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3m0_d5d69iY/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SjmfWBV_sYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3m0_d5d69iY/s320/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348481233145803138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SjmgcreqpgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ixjW43rZg2g/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SjmgcreqpgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ixjW43rZg2g/s320/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348482447047304706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sjmg20v4kRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JErtyRTLryM/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sjmg20v4kRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JErtyRTLryM/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348482896212037906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Blackmail!!&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;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-3469822246278028260?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/3469822246278028260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3469822246278028260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3469822246278028260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SjmeDIw9d4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/hPZpUwPr4A8/s72-c/DSC00466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-3761892340535792767</id><published>2009-06-03T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:27:26.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday.. Hayden &amp; "his girl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SicUtpy1jCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uK8hVTPqWH0/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SicUtpy1jCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uK8hVTPqWH0/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343262257444129826" /&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;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-3761892340535792767?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/3761892340535792767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-hayden-his-girl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3761892340535792767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3761892340535792767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-hayden-his-girl.html' title='Wordless Wednesday.. Hayden &amp; &quot;his girl&quot;'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SicUtpy1jCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uK8hVTPqWH0/s72-c/DSC00382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-760671219625933345</id><published>2009-06-01T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:05:45.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend</title><content type='html'>Marty was home this weekend and he wanted to take the kids bowling!! The only bowling we have done is on the wii and the last time Marty &amp; I went bowling was before I got pregnant with Hayden 6 years ago. It was so much fun to watch the boys bowl. Noah beat all of us &amp; he had a cast on his arm. The weekend was fun and enjoyable. On Saturday Marty &amp; I went riding on his motorcycle to hattiesburg to eat at a barbecue restaurant called Leatha's. Marty read about it in the back of the sky miles magazine on his way home Friday. It was so gooood if we were not on the motorcycle I would have brought home a slab of ribs!! Anyways, Marty left to go back to his home away from home today but he will be home for the 4th of July and then me and the kids will fly out to Virginia to stay a week with him. We are excited about going and the boys are excited about flying for the first time. i don't know how excited I am about flying with the kids by myself but we will make it. One last thing before I post some pictures from bowling I would like to ask every to pray for my friend Jennifer Spiriti. Jennifer and her husband have tried for YEARS to get pregnant &amp; seceded once but it ended in a miscarriage so they prayed and decided to take the adoption route. Last week she received a phone call that there was a 3 month old baby girl available and that the mother would be looking at the scrapbook they put together but that the mother would also be looking at another family's scrapbook too. They told her that they would contact her at the end of this week to let her know. She knows that if God wants them to have this baby then he will provide. Pray that it will be in Gods will for them to have this baby girl. They have been waiting and trying for over 10 years and they are ready to provide a baby with a good home. Thanks again &amp; enjoy the pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSG92fCHiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6A5gfanRJLo/s1600-h/Noah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSG92fCHiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6A5gfanRJLo/s320/Noah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342543455124069922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSHMAOZOQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YP_c_jMnBlw/s1600-h/Noah+bowling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSHMAOZOQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YP_c_jMnBlw/s320/Noah+bowling.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342543698256804098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSHhktAdWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2tQhCtXEj40/s1600-h/Hayden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSHhktAdWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2tQhCtXEj40/s320/Hayden.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342544068826133858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSHxnKuSZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Np7rrOFEkSY/s1600-h/Hayden+bowling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSHxnKuSZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Np7rrOFEkSY/s320/Hayden+bowling.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342544344365549970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSIGjzZhmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CYEsBhUmE14/s1600-h/marty+%26+marty+jr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSIGjzZhmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CYEsBhUmE14/s320/marty+%26+marty+jr.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342544704239666786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like father like son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSIVTWVZcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jjw-Augixxc/s1600-h/M%26M.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSIVTWVZcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jjw-Augixxc/s320/M%26M.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342544957520831938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyden took this pic of us, would have been good if the light wasnt reflecting in the pic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-760671219625933345?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/760671219625933345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/760671219625933345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/760671219625933345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-weekend.html' title='Our weekend'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SiSG92fCHiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6A5gfanRJLo/s72-c/Noah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-1066472649311191396</id><published>2009-05-20T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:36:50.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!! Im going to find it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSiCeCq8TI/AAAAAAAAADA/eC8WQo7-XdY/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSiCeCq8TI/AAAAAAAAADA/eC8WQo7-XdY/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338069621648585010" /&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;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-1066472649311191396?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/1066472649311191396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-im-going-to-find-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1066472649311191396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1066472649311191396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-im-going-to-find-it.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!! Im going to find it!!!'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSiCeCq8TI/AAAAAAAAADA/eC8WQo7-XdY/s72-c/DSC00152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-7846464989168881782</id><published>2009-05-20T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:32:26.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new yard work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSg65JNyrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cR6QT5Yc2iU/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSg65JNyrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cR6QT5Yc2iU/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338068391973210802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSgsJB_8RI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zfx8tXeE7xQ/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSgsJB_8RI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zfx8tXeE7xQ/s320/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338068138539872530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSgcVNf-kI/AAAAAAAAACo/8NI0uIBtNyQ/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSgcVNf-kI/AAAAAAAAACo/8NI0uIBtNyQ/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338067866931427906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not happy right now and havent been since last Thursday when I got home to see that there was red dirt in my yard and a baco digging a big hole in between mine and my neighbors yard. This is all because of this stupid sewage system they want all of us to have here in the country. If I wanted a sewage system &amp; to be under a boil water notice all the time I would live in the city. So here are a few pics of what is going on while I'm not home during the day.&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;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-7846464989168881782?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/7846464989168881782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-new-yard-work.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/7846464989168881782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/7846464989168881782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-new-yard-work.html' title='Our new yard work'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/ShSg65JNyrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cR6QT5Yc2iU/s72-c/DSC00398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-7726484532823373298</id><published>2009-05-12T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:58:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden's graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sgo2JjfAEzI/AAAAAAAAACY/5Kji9Kdf6rU/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sgo2JjfAEzI/AAAAAAAAACY/5Kji9Kdf6rU/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335136246345765682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Henry,Jacob &amp; Hayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are done, my baby graduated from preschool and all I have to do now is wait till high school graduation comes around and thank goodness that is a long time away. We got to the church and as usual it was crazy. A bunch of kids running around all excited. It was cute and everyone did good. Hayden was a Police officer and he said his part pretty well....they did a slide show and I was fine until my Hayden's picture was up there and that is when I wanted to cry. Wait a minute I did. I know its crazy but this is my last one to do this so it was a little emotional. Anyways some of my pics did not turn out so well but I will share some with you.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sgo2hNbqirI/AAAAAAAAACg/_JyfXiRsTAA/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sgo2hNbqirI/AAAAAAAAACg/_JyfXiRsTAA/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335136652743051954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Me and my Hayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sgo1vqBZ45I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nw7sbZdYMQk/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sgo1vqBZ45I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nw7sbZdYMQk/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335135801424077714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Hayden &amp; Kallie (his girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sgo1XHnWwmI/AAAAAAAAACI/1-GrhvctvDI/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sgo1XHnWwmI/AAAAAAAAACI/1-GrhvctvDI/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335135379871154786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           A police office I will be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-7726484532823373298?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/7726484532823373298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/haydens-graduation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/7726484532823373298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/7726484532823373298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/haydens-graduation.html' title='Hayden&apos;s graduation'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/Sgo2JjfAEzI/AAAAAAAAACY/5Kji9Kdf6rU/s72-c/DSC00388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-7267515035141449527</id><published>2009-05-12T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:45:15.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is growing up</title><content type='html'>Well tonight I will be going to Hayden's preschool graduation. I still do not want to believe that my baby is going to kindergarten in August. It makes me sad. Everyday my boys are getting bigger and they are growing up and it hurts. I know they will always need me in some way and I will always be there for them, but I also realize that the "baby" days are over.&lt;br /&gt;I will have pics up tomorrow from tonight's ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-7267515035141449527?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/7267515035141449527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-baby-is-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/7267515035141449527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/7267515035141449527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-baby-is-growing-up.html' title='My baby is growing up'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-825347445946035535</id><published>2009-05-10T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:15:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SgeKFC4O6CI/AAAAAAAAABw/b_MdYvkdURY/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SgeKFC4O6CI/AAAAAAAAABw/b_MdYvkdURY/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334384102920349730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day to everyone. I hope everyone had a wonderful Mothers Day. Mine on the other hand was interesting. We went to church this morning and after that we headed to town. I has so much to do before 5 o clock. Went to my grandmothers for lunch and I had promised the boys that I would take them to the beach to play in the sand before we went to Nana and Pawpaws. On the way to the Pascagoula beach (if you want to call it a beach) I was traveling down Washington St to get to the Beach park and as soon as I get to the park low and behold if it isn't a Pascagoula cop sitting there with radar. He turns on his lights and I pull into the park. He writes me a ticket for doing 36 in a 25. I seriously do not know what the speed limit is on Washington because there is not a sign to tell you. I think every Pascaoula cop that was on duty today was at the Beach park today trying to meet there monthly quota. AAAWWW I was so aggravated. He gave me my ticket and I said "thank you". Took the boys to the beach and they had fun but I was mad. When I got home I called my hubby and asked him what he was up to, he told me and then I told him that I was mad. He asked why and I told him what happened. He was a little frustrated that he gave me a ticket for 11 miles when he says it is normally 15 miles over that they will stop you. He got all the info from me and said he would call me back. He did call me back but I wasn't near my phone so I missed it so he text me to say "I got your ticket torn up happy mothers day" Yea!! Anyways that was my interesting mothers day. Hope everyone had a better one than I did!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of slowly redoing my blog so please bare with me. Kelli is helping me cause she is good at this stuff and I'm not so talented and I do need help with it!! Thanks Kelli!!&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;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-825347445946035535?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/825347445946035535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/825347445946035535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/825347445946035535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SgeKFC4O6CI/AAAAAAAAABw/b_MdYvkdURY/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-5083037253503786128</id><published>2009-05-08T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:02:18.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons you learn having boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SgSrmYIQfXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YWNi2PD8C_w/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SgSrmYIQfXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YWNi2PD8C_w/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333576534513974642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that Hayden would be my child that I would be in and out of the emergency room with due to broken bones, open wounds that need stitches..etc and who is to say that it will not be him but as of right now Noah is in the running for first place in this category. About 3 years ago during the Christmas holidays my boys were at my in laws one day &amp; I receive a phone call. It was my mother-in-law calling to tell me that Noah had busted the top of his head open on there fire place. GREAT, at the time I had a friend that worked at On Call medical clinic in OS. I called her and told her that I really didn't want to have to go to the ER could I just come there to see if he needed stitches. She said yes so we head over there and get stitches in his head. We have been major accident free since then until last night. Noah had stayed at my moms while I took Hayden to his ball game. Before the game started my mom called me.... Noah has fallen off the side of Andrew's bed and hurt his arm. I asked if it was swollen and it wasn't so I told her to put some ice on it and give him some Tylenol for the pain and to call me if it gets worse. I so did not feel like going to the ER and sit for 6 hours. I get to moms after the game and he is sitting at the table eating with a pack of peas on his wrist. I look and it wasn't to bad but I could tell it hurt him to move it. I took him to the doctor this morning hoping he would say it is nothing but a sprain. Did he say that??? NO, he looked at the way he was holding his arm out and told him to hold it out straight and to turn it. That hurt when he turned it so Dr Jamal looked at me and said it is either fractured or broke I'm sending you to the orthopedist. GREAT here comes a big bill..lol. We get over there they took 3 xrays the doctor walked in for all of 1 minute to Noah what he did and to say that his wrist was broke and that he would need a cast for the next 4 weeks. Nurse came in asked what color he wanted (green) and she put it on. He thinks it is the coolest thing ever. Thank goodness he only has to wear it for 4 weeks cause he loves to swim. Anyways, cant wait to see how much this is going to cost me!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-5083037253503786128?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/5083037253503786128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/lessons-you-learn-having-boys.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5083037253503786128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5083037253503786128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/lessons-you-learn-having-boys.html' title='Lessons you learn having boys'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/SgSrmYIQfXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YWNi2PD8C_w/s72-c/DSC00331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-4424897459186803397</id><published>2009-05-05T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:45:37.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is ready for a vacation</title><content type='html'>I'm ready to FLY!!! Over the weekend my husband came home and we had a great weekend. We went to Hayden's ball game on Friday night, Saturday morning we went riding on his motorcycle. Yes I know it is dangerous and yes I was praying hard before we got on it and while we were on it, but it was a nice short ride! Anyways while he was home he checked his sky miles online and proceeded to see that we almost have enough sky miles for all 3 of us to fly out to see him in Virginia!! We may only have to purchase one ticket but we will wait and see when it is time. I'm so excited about taking my boys to Virginia and they are excited about riding in a airplane. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just ready to go on a vacation and get away for awhile. I'm also ready to hit up the beach and play in the sand and the water. Noah and Hayden are about to drive me crazy because they are ready to go to the beach too.&lt;br /&gt;This summer should be fun and I'm ready to hit it full blast!!&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 href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-4424897459186803397?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/4424897459186803397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-ready-for-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4424897459186803397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4424897459186803397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-ready-for-vacation.html' title='Is ready for a vacation'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-915217343670249523</id><published>2009-04-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:59:31.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does absence make the heart grow fonder??</title><content type='html'>Well it has officially been 2 months since Marty went to Virginia to work. So I have been asking myself the question "does absence make the heart grow fonder"? I have been told this frequently. As many of you know I used to stay angry or upset with my husband. There were some days that I seriously wanted to pack mine and the kids things and leave. Our marriage hasnt been perfect my any means and we have had some serious downfalls in the short period that we have been married. There have been times when I just want to say "why dont you get it", "why cant you appreciate what I do for you"? I have been emotionally drained several times because of some of the stupid things he does. He has never cheated on me, the only other thing in his life is the Reserves and that has been the downfall in our marriage since he joined in 2006. He has missed out on alot because of the Reserves and when I confront him with it he just argues with me and tells me to get over it. I told him to go live with one of the guys in the Reserves and see if they wash his clothes and fold them &amp; see if they like to cuddle in the bed with him....he still didnt get it. Anyways back to my question, well my answer is "YES". With Marty being gone it has been hard, I do MISS him and I do LOVE my husband very much. But now when I call him in the afternoon to say hey he is happy to hear from me, when he comes home he is excited to see me and wants to hold on to me longer. I send him text everyday that I love him and he sends them back. I also like to surprise him by sending him a card by mail to the hotel that he is staying in. I sent one last week and he recieved it on Monday, he text me to let me know that he recieved his card and that he "LOVED IT AND LOVES ME". Yes I can honestly say I was in total shock!! Marty is coming home this weekend and Im looking foward to our time together. &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 href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-915217343670249523?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/915217343670249523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-absence-make-heart-grow-fonder.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/915217343670249523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/915217343670249523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-absence-make-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Does absence make the heart grow fonder??'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-1258566552727552424</id><published>2009-04-21T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:54:42.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My nerves are shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 135px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="205" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nerves are shot so I'm not even going to try to figure out how to move my signature thing to the bottom of this, it is aggravating me...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just tired and overwhelmed and as I write this I'm ready to just cry. I don't know what it is, well I'm lying I do know what it is. Hayden is still coughing his head off and I'm going to keep him out of school for the rest of the week. That means he doesn't get to go on his end of the year field trip with his class. They are going to to Bouncin Wild and if he goes hen he would get all hot and start coughing to the point that he would probably throw up. He is such a ACTIVE child and cant sit still. He will also miss out on his tball game this week too. I wish he could just get better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better (other than my nerves). I had a good day today so I don't understand why all of a sudden I feel like I do. Maybe it is because I'm going to bed alone and I miss my husband, maybe I'm tired of my children not wanting to listen to me and I'm always having to get on to them about something, maybe I just need a vacation. Oh well tomorrow is another day and hopefully I will feel better by morning. Only a week and a half until Marty comes home for the weekend so maybe that will help too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-1258566552727552424?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/1258566552727552424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-nerves-are-shot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1258566552727552424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1258566552727552424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-nerves-are-shot.html' title='My nerves are shot'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-4129985526370041022</id><published>2009-04-20T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:39:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we ever get better</title><content type='html'>We are not in the hospital!! I took Hayden to the hospital this morning to meet Dr Jamal. As usual he was acting fine and not like he was sick. I on the other hand was, I felt like crap &amp;amp; my boss could tell. We went into the triage room for him to check Hayden out. He listened to him &amp;amp; asked how he did through the night. As I was telling him he looked at me and asked me if I got any sleep last night. I told him that I slept a little but that I just wasn't felling good, so once he was done checking Hayden out and giving me instructions on what to do with Hayden he sends Dr Gina in to check me out. I felt like a lil kid there to see her pediatrician!! Anyways Hayden has bronchitis and we have to do breathing treatments 4 times a day and take a antibiotic for the next five days. What Hayden doesn't know yet is that later this week I have to take him to have his blood work done before he goes to his endocrinologist on Friday. Lord what a week this is going to be. I looked back today at in the past month I have spent over $100.00 at the pharmacy. I'm over this, at one point today when my husband text me "I Love you" I was ready to cry. I think I'm just over whelmed right now with Hayden getting sick again and I'm not feeling good. It takes a tole on you, especially when you are doing it alone. I'm ready for everyone to get better around here, hopefully that will be soon. Thank you for keeping us in your prayers. Oh yeah Dr Gina gave me medicine for my illness too, my tonsils are swollen and I have fluid on my ears.. I love my pediatrician!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 153px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 139px" height="222" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-4129985526370041022?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/4129985526370041022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-we-ever-get-better.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4129985526370041022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4129985526370041022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-we-ever-get-better.html' title='Can we ever get better'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-1401513434255930499</id><published>2009-04-20T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:53:56.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiho hiho its off to the doctor we go...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night Hayden was at my inlaws and started coughing about 11:00 and coughed all night long. Of course my mother-in-law didn't call me to inform me so I was told Sunday morning when my father-in-law dropped them off. We went to church and he was coughing all morning when we came home I gave him some cough medicine that I had and a breathing treatment. He seemed to be fine, he played outside for a little while and then came in and got ready for awanas. we went to awanas and he played and started coughing real bad again and started breathing hard again. When we got home he had another breathing treatment and went to sleep before 8:00. When I went to bed I put him in my bed so I could monitor him, around 9:45 he spiked fever of 102 and started breathing really hard. I called Dr Jamal and she told me to give him medicine for the fever and another breathing treatment and to call him back, he said if it didn't help then he would admit him. I did what he said and he called me back. Thank God it helped, he told me that the fever was making him wheeze really hard but he wants me to meet him on the pediatric floor at the hospital at 7:30. So hiho hiho its off to the doctor we go...please pray that he doesn't admit him. He is acting fine as I type this he is just coughing real hard and breathing hard too. Hopefully Ill be able to post tonight what the doc said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-1401513434255930499?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/1401513434255930499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/hiho-hiho-its-off-to-doctor-we-goagain.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1401513434255930499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/1401513434255930499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/hiho-hiho-its-off-to-doctor-we-goagain.html' title='Hiho hiho its off to the doctor we go...again'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-5229941017698941422</id><published>2009-04-19T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:17:38.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Charms</title><content type='html'>I am on a lucky charms kick right now. Breakfast &amp;amp; dinner (lunch sometimes too) that's all I want to eat. I guess since Marty is gone &amp;amp; I don't have to cook a whole lot then cereal is what I will eat. Cooking for my boys is not that hard because I have one that doesn't want a whole lot to eat because he is so picky and I have one that will eat just about anything. I haven't cooked a meal since Marty came home in March. I know lucky charms isn't the best cereal to eat but it sure is good and sweet. Oh well it may not be the best for my diet but I'm enjoying it!!&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 155px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="238" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-5229941017698941422?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/5229941017698941422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-charms.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5229941017698941422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5229941017698941422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-charms.html' title='Lucky Charms'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-986421672438302678</id><published>2009-04-16T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:21:00.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working with this name thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/139/FFA3E475DCDEA67451F3AAB7E9776217.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-986421672438302678?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/986421672438302678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-with-this-name-thing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/986421672438302678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/986421672438302678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-with-this-name-thing.html' title='working with this name thing'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-8187285983117105277</id><published>2009-04-16T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:59:00.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUCHY</title><content type='html'>Oh my Lord this 1000 calorie a day is getting to me and it is only day 2. I has a bad headache this afternoon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; craving chocolate cake, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad. I know this will take time and my body will get used to this but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so grouchy...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; eating jello right now, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; taste like chocolate cake though. :(&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; loose my mind during this wonderful time of my life...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-8187285983117105277?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/8187285983117105277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/grouchy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8187285983117105277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8187285983117105277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/grouchy.html' title='GROUCHY'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-5434206733059157652</id><published>2009-04-15T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:43:03.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 pounds later</title><content type='html'>I went for my weight check on Tuesday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at 165. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen 165 in a LONG time. I still have 35 more pounds to go but hopefully Ill be able to get back into a routine of exercising soon. My boys will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of school soon so Ill be able to take them to the walking track with me when I get off work. I know I can do this, if Ive lost 20lbs already then I can loose 35 more.&lt;br /&gt;When I went for my weight check Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Madonia&lt;/span&gt; gave me another B12 shot and told me to come back in 2 weeks for another one and 30 days for another weight check. Then he dropped the bomb on me... he wants me to stick to a 1,000 calorie diet. I have a feeling that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; about to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; until I can adjust to this properly. I hate the fact that I have to give up so much that I love. Well I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to give it up I just have to ask myself "do I really need this". I asked myself this today when we had chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; cake at work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; I convinced myself I needed a piece. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; eaten anything since.... there went those 1000 calories for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it is a work in progress and one that I hope to have accomplished by the time I have to wear a bathing suit! I was happy though when I went to buy a dress this weekend and I had to go down 2 sizes. :)&lt;br /&gt;Before I log off I want to say Congrats to Robbie and Ashley, they are some friends of mine and my husband. Robbie FINALLY proposed tonight!! Congrats you two, I love yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-5434206733059157652?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/5434206733059157652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-pounds-later.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5434206733059157652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5434206733059157652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-pounds-later.html' title='20 pounds later'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-6837743206195357129</id><published>2009-04-08T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:16:52.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend with my hubby...ALONE!!!</title><content type='html'>So I left Friday morning at 6 to go see my hubby in Virginia. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so glad I did, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; time alone that we needed because we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had time alone to enjoy each other in ALONG time. When I arrived he took me to a little Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and the food was so good, after that we went back to the hotel to "rest" before we went out again. We went to Virginia Beach that afternoon and walked around for a little while. For dinner we went to The Cheesecake Factory.....it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;!! The strawberry cheesecake I had was delicious too.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning my Marty woke me up at 6:30 in the morning. I was anting to sleep but he insisted that I get up and get ready. i asked where we were going and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; he tells me  it is a surprise. I get ready even though I so did not want to. We get in the car and I fall asleep on our 2 hour ride. When I wake up we are in DC. We went &amp;amp; got our all day passes and got on the metro train. My first for everything. We went to Arlington &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/span&gt; first and it is so amazing, we also got to witness the changing of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;guards&lt;/span&gt; witch can be very emotional. After the we went and looked at the White House, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Linchon&lt;/span&gt; Memorial (from a distance). We were going to go to the Capital but it was to long of a walk and it was late and I was TIRED. There is so much more that I want to go and see when I go back out there. It is a beautiful place and I cant wait till my boys get bigger so I can take them.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we got up and went to Yorktown which is so beautiful and perfect. I was admiring the houses that look out over the beach. I was thinking how nice it would be to wake up to that every morning!! We walked around &amp;amp; looked at the Historical homes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Marty&lt;/span&gt; found one that he liked and said that he is going to continue playing the lottery so he can buy it for me. I told him to keep dreaming!!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for me to leave :(.........we got to the airport &amp;amp; my flight was already delayed by 20 minutes. Marty kept trying to get me to switch my ticket for Monday morning. I told him I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; request off from work. I should have listened &amp;amp; stayed one more night.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him bye and cried all the way to Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;I had a 2 hour layover in Atlanta, so I found my gate and went and got me a smoothie and water and sat down and read my book for a little while. When it was finally time to get on the plane at 9:30 pm I was happy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt; to leave the airport. We load the plane and as it is taking off it is making a horrible noise where the landing gear goes. Then it finally stopped....30 minutes later the pilot comes over the speaker to say that they are having difficulty with the landing gear 7 have done a check list and they have to take the plane back to Atlanta. NOT WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR. We get back to the airport only to be told that we will not be leaving Atlanta tonight. UGH.....&lt;br /&gt;So we get our food vouchers $7.00 (whoopee), hotel voucher (roach hotel) &amp;amp; my plane ticket for 1:30 pm the next day. Oh God help me.&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I was TIRED and wanted to sleep and wanted my husband and my kids.&lt;br /&gt;I called Marty to tell him ( he was asleep and probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know half of what I was saying!), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I call my momma. The hotel they put us in stunk so bad when you walked in the door, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;said &lt;/span&gt;to my self that I was NOT staying in this place &amp;amp; by the Grace of God because he was listening to me the hotel did not have any vacancy. They send over to the Comfort Inn across the street cause the said they would take our vouchers. It was a little bit better but not much.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; home even though I wish i was still in Virginia with Marty. If it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; for the fact that my babies were here waiting for me I would have stayed longer. It was a wonderful weekend and I cant wait to go again. My hubby is finally starting to realize I believe how much he loves us and misses us. The other day when he needed some receipts he and I faxed everything to him he told me that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know what he would do without me. FINALLY YOU REALIZE THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I may talk about how bad he gets on my nerves but I do LOVE him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-6837743206195357129?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/6837743206195357129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-weekend-with-my-hubbyalone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/6837743206195357129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/6837743206195357129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-weekend-with-my-hubbyalone.html' title='My weekend with my hubby...ALONE!!!'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-2601973275885348901</id><published>2009-04-06T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:43:48.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still In Atlanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still in Atlanta until 1:30 this afternoon. My flight was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canceled&lt;/span&gt; due to the landing gear on the plane that was in the air that i was on was not working correctly so we had to turn around and go back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/span&gt; airport. The airport put us up in a cheap hotel which is where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at now and gave us $7.00 to eat off of. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WHOOPEE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ill post more when I get back to my house tonight and get settled. I did have a WONDERFUL weekend with my hubby and I am ready to go back.&lt;br /&gt;Will post more later!! Ive got to go back to the airport now and spend my big bucks at the airport on some food!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-2601973275885348901?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/2601973275885348901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-in-atlanta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/2601973275885348901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/2601973275885348901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-in-atlanta.html' title='Still In Atlanta'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-5430449060230840585</id><published>2009-03-31T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:36:31.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im ready for a break</title><content type='html'>Im so tired and instead of posting this I should be in the bed passed out asleep. This weekend was BUSY and I dont remember stopping at all. Marty flew in on Friday &amp;amp; I picked him up from the airport that morning, we picked up Hayden from school, came home long enough to unpack his bag and went to get a hair cut. My poor hubbie looked like a wolley bugger!! After that I came home and cooked a real meal for the first time in 30 days. I went to pick Noah up from school came home sat on the couch with my hubby and kids for about and hour and then a friend of ours called and wanted us to come eat with them. Ugh now I have to shower and wash my hair just to go eat, I really just wanted to go to bed. Early Saturday morning another wonderful rain storm came in and when we got up our backyard looked like a lake, but it turned out to be a beautiful day and we went to the ballpark for Hayden's first tball game of the season. They did a a great joba nd it was funt to watch!! Came home from the ball fields so I could get ready to go out to eat for my birthday. Sunday was family portraits and then come home and get Marty packed and ready to go back to Virginia. Because of all the wonderful weather we had we had to take the long way (interstate) to Mobile &amp;amp; we had to leave by 3:30 am from our house to get to the airport on time for him to print his ticket out. Im tired and ready for bed. My grandmother who has heart problems and is sick with pneumonia has to have more blood work done tomorrow morning 7 I am PRAYING that they do not admit her to the hospital. My mother who takes care of her and my dad is overwhelmed and tired herself, so if meemaw goes to the hospital tomorrow then Ill be sleeping there tomorrow night. I hope she gets better I dont like knowing that she is so sick. I leave for Virginia on friday and Im spending the weekend up there, so I can only pray that she is better by then.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so long and boring, ill try to do better once Kelli can show me the loops!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-5430449060230840585?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/5430449060230840585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-ready-for-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5430449060230840585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5430449060230840585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-ready-for-break.html' title='Im ready for a break'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-8138974668670733428</id><published>2009-03-25T18:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:21:07.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I weighed myself this morning because it has been a full week that I have been taking my new diet pill. I have lost a total of 9 lbs since last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. So that means I only have 21lbs left to reach my goal weight. I still think I need to photo shop my head on a Victoria secret model that has the bathing suit I want so that Ill know how ill look when I loose all my weight!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; 29 but as a friend once told me I am as young as I feel so I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be 25 again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling young!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; ready for this weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;though&lt;/span&gt; because my husband decided to come home for the weekend!! It will be a busy weekend though because Hayden has opening ceremonies for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tball&lt;/span&gt; and probably a game and we are having family portraits done...FINALLY. Ive only been waiting since November of last year to get them done. It will be a busy weekend but what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to is the next weekend when I get to fly out to Virginia!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Marty called to talk and proceeded to tell me that a friend of his wrecked his motorcycle today. If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know my hubby has a girlfriend which is his motorcycle. Anyways, his friend hurt his leg and had to have surgery today...and he has no health insurance. What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting at with this is Marty told me a couple of weeks ago that when he comes home in April that him and another guy are going to be riding there motorcycles back to Virginia. And this is what is going through my mind....&lt;br /&gt;-I need to look up all the area codes for the states he is traveling in so that if he gets hurt ill know what state he is in if I get a phone call (which I hope not to get)&lt;br /&gt;-What if something happens to him, what will I do??&lt;br /&gt;When he goes riding it is so nerve racking because he never knows where he is going to go because he is just going to ride...UGH PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE GOING IN CASE SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU ILL KNOW WHERE TO LOOK FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to comprehend that though which ticks me off sometimes. If you are wondering yes I have rode with him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I do I am praying the WHOLE time that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on that bike because the only thing on my mind are my children. I know I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be riding on it but it can be fun at times. But with more and more people getting hurt it makes me not want to ride anymore. Hey I ran over him on his old motorcycle before so now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like getting behind a person on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully in the next couple of weeks I can get this blog looking cute. Ill be visiting Kelli so she can show me more stuff to do with it, she showed me some this weekend but I obviously need another lesson.&lt;br /&gt;More next week on how my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; weekend with my husband turns out, who knows I may be ready for him to go back!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-8138974668670733428?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/8138974668670733428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8138974668670733428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8138974668670733428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-4284205140926244188</id><published>2009-03-25T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:58:30.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Weight (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-4284205140926244188?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/4284205140926244188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-weight-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4284205140926244188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4284205140926244188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-weight-again.html' title='Losing Weight (again)'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-4822513412810780067</id><published>2009-03-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:54:20.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing some weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I went to the doctor on Tuesday and in the past 2 months I have only lost 2 pounds, actually I think I lost a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than that but I gained it all back. So I tell the doctor that I cant afford a pill that is going to cost me $130.00 each month. He tells me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excercise&lt;/span&gt; is not the only thing that is going to make me loose the weight that I need to change the way I eat too. Well duh....I know that but some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt; to eat. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even have to ask he gave me a prescription for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;phenermine&lt;/span&gt; and a B12 shot and told me to come back in 21 days. If you have never took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;phenermine&lt;/span&gt; before then let me give you a picture of what I am like when I do take one. First as you all know I can tend to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; hyper sometimes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like to sit for long periods of time, when I got my prescription filled on Tuesday I took a half of a pill. I had a little bit more energy than usual but not much. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; I took a whole one....wham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt; thank you mam I was on the go all day long. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go to bed till after 11pm last night (and that is LATE for me) and I got up at 5am this morning and cleaned both bathrooms, and did 3 loads of laundry all before the boys got up. Today I took another whole one and have been on the go all day long again. I have also lost 4 pounds since Tuesday. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to loose it fast cause I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want it coming back on me. In the past 2 days I have done good on my eating too...well I say I have the only thing I have ate today is a piece of toast, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; some popcorn. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; its not healthy but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not hungry. I have drank about 90 ounces of water cause that pill makes you so cotton mouth which leads to peeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;all day&lt;/span&gt; long (like every 10 minutes) Anyways I hope that this will give me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;umph&lt;/span&gt; that I need to loose those last 30-35 pounds that need to come off. After that I will have to work on making my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt; look better!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-4822513412810780067?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/4822513412810780067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-some-weight.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4822513412810780067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4822513412810780067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-some-weight.html' title='Losing some weight'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-5011707880942074813</id><published>2009-03-15T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:04:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My GREAT Friends!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have great friends!! Since my husband has been gone I have not spent a weekend alone. The first weekend he was gone I went out with Robbie &amp;amp; Ashley both nights &amp;amp; this weekend...well I went out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night I was asleep on my couch by 8:30. Friday night my friends Kelli, Karen, Kim &amp;amp; Tracy took me out for my birthday a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; early &amp;amp; we had fun. We ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alfrescos&lt;/span&gt; in Ocean Springs and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;. Kelli got me a strawberry cake it is was wonderful...thanks Kelli!!! After our good eating we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; (woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;) it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter where we go out at we always have to stop by a store to shop for something!! Then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Karen's&lt;/span&gt; house and talked till 1 am. That is why I was asleep by 8:30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night. It was all worth it though. I miss not having my husband here with me but having good friends that you can always count on makes up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the loneliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So to all my friends whether you read this or not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thankful everyday to have you in my life and I love all of you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-5011707880942074813?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/5011707880942074813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-great-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5011707880942074813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/5011707880942074813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-great-friends.html' title='My GREAT Friends!!'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-880155998694433661</id><published>2009-03-11T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:22:31.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm counting down till I go see my hubby in Virginia, 23 more days and it can NOT get here soon enough. I think one of the hardest parts about him being gone is going to bed alone every night. I love having someone to snuggle up to every night so its been hard going to bed at a decent hour since I have nothing to snuggle with.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well what can I say I'm just going to have to deal with it &amp;amp; so will he. But he has a small advantage and that is the hotel he is staying in has a fluffy mattress that he has fallen in love with and it has 5 big fluffy pillows with it so he has something to snuggle with and he tells me every night. I may like the mattress too when I go up there and ill have to come home and sell mine and get me a new one!! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So my diet isn't going so well just yet, it is almost that time of the month and I eat like CRAZY when it is almost time, which is crazy to me. So when I go for my weight check next week that is going to be my excuse and I will tell Dr Madonia that it has been like this for 2 months since I saw him last. I'm sure he will not believe me though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need a meal plan and I'm sure if I had one it would be easy to loose the weight. I haven't been walking at night because Kelli has a bum knee, so instead I have started walking on my lunch break everyday at the Pascagoula beach. Not a whole lot to look at (or smell) but it gets me out of the office and I feel better after my walk too. Some of the girls at work have joined me too &amp;amp; they love it too. Ill be glad when Kelli's knee is better though so we can walk at night too, I tend to sleep better when I walk at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What I really need is a miracle and that miracle would be for me to wake up one morning and I have the body that I want..that is more like a dream though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to contact the people who are in those commercials for the over the counter diet pills and say to them "SERIOUSLY" you did not loose 40 pounds by just taking that pill and it sure as heck didn't give you that body. I really want to ask them who does there photo shop on the pics so I can use them and get a hot body for my pics. Whatever people my body isn't going to be that slim in 6 weeks from taking some hoodia and slimquick. Maybe if I had some lipo and a tummy tuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OK I'm over that, maybe I can loose at least 30 more pounds by may...it is possible, if I work at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We will see.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-880155998694433661?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/880155998694433661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/880155998694433661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/880155998694433661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-3892001226670221026</id><published>2009-03-06T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:19:24.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Its the weekend, im happy but it will be busy!!&lt;br /&gt;Im glad it will be busy though, it will keep me from missing my hubby so much.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be walking in the Heart Walk in Pascagoula with some fellow co-workers and friends. It should be fun. Tomorrow night im going to go eat with some friends at the casinos...yummy crab legs!!&lt;br /&gt;Well not much to say today, ive got to go wash more clothes...woop woop&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-3892001226670221026?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/3892001226670221026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgif.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3892001226670221026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3892001226670221026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-4189106167368997514</id><published>2009-03-04T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:26:11.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trip to see Tom Sawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; tired so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure there is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of mistakes. Today I went with Noah and the second grade class to see Tom Sawyer at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seangar&lt;/span&gt; (or however you spell it) theater. to tell you truth and yes I know this is sad but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know the story of Tom Sawyer. It was a cute little performance and would have liked it even more if we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have to sit in the nose bleed section. Anyways, I had Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Benefield&lt;/span&gt; sitting next to me &amp;amp; I leaned over and told her that I thought I was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt; 3 because they would be talking &amp;amp; then just start singing. There is a whole story to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HSm&lt;/span&gt; 3 but ill tell you about that at another time.  All in all it was fun and I enjoyed spending the day with Noah.&lt;br /&gt;Marty called me today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; asked if I wanted to fly to Virginia the first weekend in April.....uh yeah I want to come see you. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have to ask twice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to book my flight tomorrow!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; excited about going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; cant wait to see my hubby....ALONE!!! And to all of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know me well I can promise you I will not come home pregnant. It would be fun but it cant happen again cause Marty had his tubes tied 5 years ago. Anyways I cant wait to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to bed. Good Night to all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-4189106167368997514?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/4189106167368997514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/field-trip-to-see-tom-sawyer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4189106167368997514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/4189106167368997514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/field-trip-to-see-tom-sawyer.html' title='Field trip to see Tom Sawyer'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-95183317852384688</id><published>2009-03-03T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:07:27.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im still learning</title><content type='html'>Im still learning how to do this, so please bare with me until I can get Kelli over here to help me!! As im typing this Im watching The BIGGEST LOSER &amp;amp; cooking brownies. They smell wonderful, but my butt doesnt need them or my hips &amp;amp; stomach. Im not even making them for me, im making them for the church dinner tommorrow night. I just have to keep telling myself "NO" but its hard. Well as you all know my husband is in Virginia working. So it is just me and my boys. So far everything has been smooth. Marty calls everyday to talk to us and tell us that he misses us. He sent us pics of the snow yesterday. To tell you the truth I would love to see some "REAL" snow but I dont like being cold so I guess I will not be visiting him anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so how many of you listened to NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK over 10 years ago (or however many years ago that was). ?? Yes you may think im crazy but I really want to go to the NKOTB concert next weekend at the IP in biloxi, but im sorry guys im not forking over $150 to see you sing "THE RIGHT STUFF" everybody sing it with me...OOOOO OOOO OOOO THE RIGHT STUFF!!! Yea i know im crazy but you know you were singing it!!&lt;br /&gt;Well like I said when I started this im making brownies and watching the BIGGEST LOSER. Well im not the biggest loser tonight cause I just ate a brownie with ice cream on it. MMMM it was good.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been on a weight loss kick for many years but this summer I decided to get a little more serious. I was walking EVERY afternoon, normally around 2 to 2 1/2 miles a night. I felt great, I slept well at night and was awake before 6 every morning, I also had a lot of energy during the day. When I went to my "FEMALE" doctor in July I talked to him about a diet pill that I wanted to try. He gave a prescription for MERIDIA.  I started the pill and it worked really good, but when school started in August I stopped walking. I was trying to get my boys into a routine adn while I was doing that I got out of mine. I have lost a total of 20 pounds since July but I still have 30 more to go. I am not taking the meridia anymore because it is $129 for 30 pills. So im trying to loose it the other way, diet and exercise. but now that marty is gone it is going to be a slight challenge to walk at night with Kelli. But im not going to give up. By July I want to have lost the last 30 pounds and be in at least a size 8!! But eating brownies will not help me.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so im tired and have a long day tomorrow. Im going on a field trip with Noah and all of the 2nd grade from ECLE. Lord help me!!&lt;br /&gt;Good night to all, maybe ill have something more intersting to say tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-95183317852384688?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/95183317852384688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-still-learning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/95183317852384688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/95183317852384688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-still-learning.html' title='Im still learning'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-3296148290890201984</id><published>2009-03-01T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:01:33.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im trying to figure this out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok so if this looks retarde im sorry. It will probably take me a while to figure this out just like it took me awhile to figure out myspace and facebook. So please bare with me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-3296148290890201984?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/3296148290890201984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-trying-to-figure-this-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3296148290890201984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/3296148290890201984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-trying-to-figure-this-out.html' title='Im trying to figure this out'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716642375636924021.post-8583613158074707585</id><published>2009-02-28T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:12:17.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is going to be a LONG couple of months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;Well to begin with I should let you know that im new at this so if it looks bad...oh well. I started this blogging cause all of my friends have startd one so I needed to be cool just like them!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;My name is Mandy (Frederic) Thompson, ive been married to Marty Thompson for 7 years. We have 2 boys, Noah 7 &amp;amp; Hayden 5. Im working for the Children's Clinic of Pascagoula &amp;amp; I love my job. My husand works at Northrop Grumman and is a Reserve deputy for the sheriffs dept. Anyways ill quit boring you with all that info and tell you why it is going to be a LONG couple of months. My husabnd like I said in the sentence above is employed with Northrop Grumman as a QA Inspector. On Monday I recieved a phone call from him while I was at work with the news that he was leaving to go work in VIRGINIA and he was leaving this week. He told me he didnt have all the detaild but would let me know as soon as he knew more info. He came home that night and told me that he didnt know much more but once he did he would let me know. But he did give me the sad news that I needed to call Disney to reschedule our trip that was planned for May. :( Well on tuesday he still didnt know much just that he would be leaving possibly thursday. OK I thought to myself i need to wash clothes for him...so I did. On wednesday he still didint have any more info. This was getting aggravating. On thursday I text him to ask what he wanted for dinner from cracker barrell casue I was not cooking, he told me what he wanted and told me that he was staying over at work &amp;amp; was not leaving until they got everything done. I get a phone call about 2 hours later with the news that he is leaving on Saturday morning at 5:40 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;Well I took him to the airport this morning......he hugged &amp;amp; kissed me several times before he got in line to get on the plane. I hugged &amp;amp; kissed him goodbye, went to my car to leave 7 I was fine until my phone rang. He was calling to make sure I got to my car ok &amp;amp; to tell me to becareful on my way home. That is when I started crying...again (I cried on the way to the airport). Im used to my husband being gone but we heve never been away from each other this long. He will be able to come home for a weekend every 30 days &amp;amp; I plan on going to see him too, but this is going to be rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;I miss him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716642375636924021-8583613158074707585?l=mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/feeds/8583613158074707585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-going-to-be-long-couple-of-months.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8583613158074707585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716642375636924021/posts/default/8583613158074707585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbadcop-thompson4.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-going-to-be-long-couple-of-months.html' title='It is going to be a LONG couple of months'/><author><name>Mandy T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03065972105104343867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkZUIkfQvE0/San922qlR5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tCNsdP1dt90/S220/Mandy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
