<?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-2739977027652058059</id><updated>2011-12-01T01:00:00.854-08:00</updated><category term='Pagan'/><category term='feeding family'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Frugal'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Growing up'/><category term='Pagan Family'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Bad Days'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Large Family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Druid Family'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Queen and Her Pumpkin Patch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-4122576262370814521</id><published>2011-12-01T00:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:00:00.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Druid Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pagan Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Large Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>As the Day Ends</title><content type='html'>What to say... Today was a long day. It started when Alan got home from work. Anakin had come and curled up at my feet as I slept. He has done that off and on since he was a baby. Like a little cat. Now he's my 6yo. foot warmer with competition from Suki (aka Bitchcat) she is not a kid friendly cat, but she is my cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan had brought me a starbucks mocha Frappacino. (love those things.) With my morning dose of pain medication because I woke unable to move my arm without considerable pain. Oatmeal was what the kids had for breakfast. They eat alot, it is typical all boy syndrome. Especially Quentin, Ashton and Owen. You would think they never get fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to McDonalds with a couple of the kids, Salem and Scout. It was fun, sometimes we take some of them a few at a time out for a treat or something. It helps with their individualism. They also get that one on one time. Kids even tho they have siblings, be it one or many need that kind of time. It also lets them know they are special and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home to see our sucky neighborhood Maintainence men with what we thought to be our replacement dishwasher for the one that didn't really work the whole time we have been here. But no, that wasn't the case. Instead they play like they do not know what is going on they are just wandering around in the country with 3 working dishwashers.Yes our Slumlord will be getting a call tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An episode of old Beastwars got watched by Alan and the kids. (Oh I cannot stand that show still), pain percivered and Alan let me take a nap while he got music going on, and had the kids doing their chores with the normal revolt via the younger kids. (it's mainly Salem on down. It turns into a battle of the wills sometimes, but that's when a parent has to stay firm and let them know they will not just do whatever when our heads are turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snack cookies Alan brought home from work were great tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my nap me and Alan grouched at each other for a bit, truthfully I grouched because of the pain, and he ignored it. What more could you ask of a Virgo? Then Alan got his nap. My and the kids hung out, I put on Spongebob for Casey and Jody because I promised it to Jody. Then dinner was done.... homemade Hamburger Helper. A big pot full, Mac n Cheese, Browned Ground Beef and Peas n Carrots. (For those who wonder how to feed a large family is alot of homecooking and creativity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards the pets taken care of and fed. (they get fed more then once a day) Baths, tooth brushing, getting ready for bedtime, cuddling. Watching a goodnight show where the kids slowly are falling asleep. Aside from the oldest 2 or 3. They normally have to be sent off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a long one. But sitting here and looking at my babies (meaning all the boys) I know that I am doing ok. Life itself may be a little off, but I am still so blessed. I think I will do some meditation and light a thank you candle to the Goddess for the abundance she has given me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who share my life. Brightest Blessings to you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-4122576262370814521?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4122576262370814521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-day-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/4122576262370814521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/4122576262370814521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-day-ends.html' title='As the Day Ends'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-1648610083968022658</id><published>2011-11-29T12:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:16:13.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Druid Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pagan Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Large Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>OK, Here we go, A day in the life</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't get on last night, but here was our day. Started out with me waking up at 5 and being unable to sleep. The boys started waking one by one at around 7, of course with me having to force the oldest 2 to get up. Before getting them up, I started to get breakfast. I pretended to reach for a paper plate and Jody says "no, that not it." I said, "what do you mean?" Jody (4yo) says, "That's not a bowl Mommy!" We laughed, and I went for a bowl, just to find out that Ashton hadn't done the dishes the night before, so I had to do some of them in order to get some bowls and spoons. You see, when we have a dish that uses bowls they all get used. Same for silverware. Of course we have so many plates that if we broke 10 of them we would still have more then enough, go figure. Yet the bowls and the silverware have disappeared! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it gets done, and Ashton is still gonna do dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did some reading and such. Then Anakin (6yo.) watched his reading show. Owen and Salem ended up in the corner due to being rude while Anakin was watching his show. So with me having to put 3 kids in the corner, (Ashton the 12yo. would not stop screaming, and putting him in his room isn't a punishment.) Quentin my oldest (14yo.) falling asleep around noon. It was around 1, and time for a mommy break. Time for some music, and quiet time. That lasted 15 minutes if that long. My stress level is at a breaking point, because now they have proceeded to scatter toys across the house, dishes are still not done, and Alan is asleep somehow with Casey doing a hop on pop thing. So I put the 2 youngest into their seats where they have to sit, and watch some Spongebob, good for the young ones, not as much fun anymore for the older ones. (that was my point.) Put them on chores they should have been on, and when all that is in place i wake up Alan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to make a store run, so we get Salem (8yo.) his McDonald stuff that was free, and Alan gets me a McRib, I so love. I am hurting due to my disease. I don't leave the vehicle as he runs to the store, so I stay in the van (15 seater church van, yea, ironic I know). He takes about half the boys in, the ones who have been ok, or have money, and left the others and the baby in the vehicle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we get home, and supper is done, and we all scream at Suki (our cat) chasing a field mouse around our house, and harrassing it well before killing it, with kids in tow as close as they could get from the livingroom (My personal opinion being why the hell won't she just kill it?). They are also playing with Salem's new gumball machine. I need to lay down, because I am about to cry I am hurting so bad. (I did cry, and had a breakdown because of the pain). I need help that the Drs. aren't doing right now, or they are doing it at a Drs. pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baths and bedtime stuff gets going on. Aside from the older ones everyone has a bath buddy. Then the two young ones Casey (2) and Scout (18 months) get a bath together normally, sometimes more then once a day. (spaghetti is such fun, as is chili). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day, Alan has given me meds and I am falling out as he heads off to work. Quentin and Ashton snuck some tv, and showed themselves to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to post, any questions let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-1648610083968022658?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1648610083968022658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2011/11/ok-here-we-go-day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/1648610083968022658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/1648610083968022658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2011/11/ok-here-we-go-day-in-life.html' title='OK, Here we go, A day in the life'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-7380231422444899077</id><published>2011-11-28T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:26:44.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Large Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Hey, it is me again.</title><content type='html'>I have decided to utilize this area to do my family postings. Everyone is curious about how we do it, or how a Pagan family with 8 children works. So Now I will use this blog to show you. No holds barred, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I hope I am not in over my head, but we shall see. I will begin the post tonight. Recalling our day, and evening. I will probably have to write a few things down to make sure I remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!!! If popularity ensues then we will try a youtube blog also. We shall see how that goes tho. For now I am writing it all down tho. Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-7380231422444899077?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7380231422444899077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-it-is-me-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7380231422444899077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7380231422444899077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-it-is-me-again.html' title='Hey, it is me again.'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-2410689573018453426</id><published>2010-10-04T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:03:44.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WooHoo FearFest 2010 on AMC</title><content type='html'>I recently got a leak on what will be on Fearfest this year. For those of you who are like me,and follow it, here is the schedual that I got. Looks good to me too! Hope you will be watching along with me and my family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;10/18:&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Friday The 13th&lt;br /&gt;10:15pm - Friday The 13th Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/19:&lt;br /&gt;12:30am - Friday The 13th&lt;br /&gt;2:30am - Night Of The Living Dead&lt;br /&gt;4:45am - The Brain Eaters&lt;br /&gt;9am - Magic&lt;br /&gt;11:30am - Night Of The Living Dead&lt;br /&gt;1:45pm - The Funhouse&lt;br /&gt;4pm - Tremors&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Friday The 13th Part 2&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Friday The 13th Part 3&lt;br /&gt;10:15pm - Friday The 13th: The Final Chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/20:&lt;br /&gt;12:30am - Friday The 13th Part 3&lt;br /&gt;2:30am - Thirteen Ghosts (remake)&lt;br /&gt;4:45am - How To Make A Monster&lt;br /&gt;9am - Movies That Shook The World: Blair Witch Project&lt;br /&gt;9:30am - Funny Games (remake)&lt;br /&gt;12pm - Graveyard Shift&lt;br /&gt;2pm - They&lt;br /&gt;4pm - Thirteen Ghosts (remake)&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Friday The 13th: The Final Chapter&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Friday The 13th Part V: A New Begining&lt;br /&gt;10:15pm - Friday The 13th Part VI: Jason Lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/21:&lt;br /&gt;12:15am - Friday The 13th Part V: A New Begining&lt;br /&gt;2:15am - Graveyard Shift&lt;br /&gt;4:15am - Pinata: Survival Island&lt;br /&gt;9am - Backstory: Halloween&lt;br /&gt;10am - Bram Stoker's Dracula&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm - The Shining&lt;br /&gt;4pm - Pet Sematary&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Friday The 13th Part VI: Jason Lives&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Friday The 13th Part VII: The New Blood&lt;br /&gt;10:15pm - Friday The 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhatten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/22:&lt;br /&gt;12:45am - Friday The 13th Part VII: The New Blood&lt;br /&gt;2:45am - Sleepwalkers&lt;br /&gt;4:45am - Voodoo Woman&lt;br /&gt;9am: Exorcist: The Begining&lt;br /&gt;11:30am - Pet Sematary&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm - Pet Sematary II&lt;br /&gt;3:45pm - Sleepwalkers&lt;br /&gt;5:45pm - Friday The 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhatten&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Jason Goes To Hell: The Final Friday&lt;br /&gt;10:15pm - House Of Wax (remake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/23:&lt;br /&gt;12:30am - Dead Silence&lt;br /&gt;2:30am - House Of Wax (remake)&lt;br /&gt;4:30am - Blood Of Dracula&lt;br /&gt;9am - The Three Stooges: Idle Roomers&lt;br /&gt;9:30am - The Three Stooges: Spooks&lt;br /&gt;10am - Frankenstein (Universal)&lt;br /&gt;11:45am - Dracula (Universal)&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm - Tremors&lt;br /&gt;3:30pm - Deep Blue Sea&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Jason Goes To Hell: The Final Friday&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Constantine&lt;br /&gt;10:45pm - House On Haunted Hill (remake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/24:&lt;br /&gt;1am - Return To House On Haunted Hill&lt;br /&gt;2:45am - Tremors&lt;br /&gt;4:45am - Corridors Of Blood&lt;br /&gt;6:15am - The Wolf Man (Universal)&lt;br /&gt;8am - Frankestein Meets The Wolf Man&lt;br /&gt;9:45am - Pet Sematary&lt;br /&gt;11:45am - Cujo&lt;br /&gt;1:45pm - House On Haunted Hill (remake)&lt;br /&gt;3:45pm - Return To House On Haunted Hill&lt;br /&gt;5:30pm - Constantine&lt;br /&gt;8pm - 28 Days Later&lt;br /&gt;10:30pm - Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/25&lt;br /&gt;1am - Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;3am - Exorcist: The Begining&lt;br /&gt;5:30am - Movies That Shook The World: The Exorcist&lt;br /&gt;9am - Movies That Shook The World: The Exorcist&lt;br /&gt;9:30am - Graveyard Shift&lt;br /&gt;11:30am - They&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm - Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;3:30pm - 28 Days Later&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Halloween&lt;br /&gt;10:00pm - Halloween II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/26:&lt;br /&gt;12:15am - Halloween&lt;br /&gt;2:15am - House Of Wax (remake)&lt;br /&gt;4:45am - Slaughter Of The Vampires&lt;br /&gt;9am - Bram Stoker's Dracula&lt;br /&gt;11:30am - Dracula 2000&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm - Dead Silence&lt;br /&gt;3:30pm - House Of Wax (remake)&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Halloween II&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Halloween III: Season Of The Witch&lt;br /&gt;10:15pm - Halloween IV: The Return Of Michael Myers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/27:&lt;br /&gt;12:15am - Halloween III: Season Of The Witch&lt;br /&gt;2:15am - Dracula 2000&lt;br /&gt;4:15am - The She Creature&lt;br /&gt;9am - Aliens&lt;br /&gt;12pm - Pet Sematary&lt;br /&gt;2pm - Cujo&lt;br /&gt;4pm - Tremors&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers&lt;br /&gt;10:15pm - House On Haunted Hill (remake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/28:&lt;br /&gt;12:15am - Return To House On Haunted Hill&lt;br /&gt;2am - Cujo&lt;br /&gt;4am - Creature From The Black Lagoon&lt;br /&gt;9am - Backstory: Carrie&lt;br /&gt;9:30am - End Of Days&lt;br /&gt;12:15pm - Tremors&lt;br /&gt;2:15pm - Thirteen Ghosts (remake)&lt;br /&gt;4:15pm - House On Haunted Hill (remake)&lt;br /&gt;6:15pm - Return To House On Haunted Hill&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Constantine&lt;br /&gt;10:30pm - Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;10/29:&lt;br /&gt;12:30am - Friday the 13th Part V: A New Beginning&lt;br /&gt;2:30am - Constantine&lt;br /&gt;5am- Backstory: Carrie&lt;br /&gt;5:30am - Movies That Shook The World: Blair Witch Project&lt;br /&gt;9 am - The Three Stooges: Creeps&lt;br /&gt;9:30am - Movies That Shook The World: Blair Witch Project&lt;br /&gt;10am - Friday The 13th Part 3&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm - Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter&lt;br /&gt;2pm - Friday the 13th Part V: A New Beginning&lt;br /&gt;4pm - Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Predator&lt;br /&gt;10:30pm - Predator 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/30&lt;br /&gt;1am - Deep Blue Sea&lt;br /&gt;3:30am - Funny Games (remake)&lt;br /&gt;9am - Blood Of Dracula&lt;br /&gt;10:30am - They Live&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm - 28 Days Later&lt;br /&gt;3pm - Predator&lt;br /&gt;5:30pm - Predator 2&lt;br /&gt;8pm - From Dusk Till Dawn&lt;br /&gt;10:15pm - Evil Dead 2: Dead By Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/31:&lt;br /&gt;12:15am - 28 Days Later&lt;br /&gt;2:45am - They Live&lt;br /&gt;4:45am - The Brain Eaters&lt;br /&gt;6am - Evil Dead 2: Dead By Dawn&lt;br /&gt;8am - Halloween&lt;br /&gt;10am - Halloween II&lt;br /&gt;12pm - Halloween III: Season of the Witch&lt;br /&gt;2pm - Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers&lt;br /&gt;4pm - Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers&lt;br /&gt;6pm - From Dusk Till Dawn&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Dawn Of The Dead (remake)&lt;br /&gt;10pm - The Walking Dead (Pilot episode)&lt;br /&gt;11:30pm - The Walking Dead (Pilot episode) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-2410689573018453426?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2410689573018453426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/woohoo-fearfest-2010-on-amc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2410689573018453426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2410689573018453426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/woohoo-fearfest-2010-on-amc.html' title='WooHoo FearFest 2010 on AMC'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-2173682128362843378</id><published>2010-08-24T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:04:11.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon, full moon, full moon! Corn Moon!</title><content type='html'>Guess what tonight is? Yep, as if the title didn't give it away, it's the full moon. Ah yes, full moon, the tie that we all just go outside and absrb some of that energy that is made for us, with us, by the Goddess!&lt;br /&gt;With my boys being so chaotic lately, and I am sure part of that has to do with Mercury being in retrograde, I think they need to run under the moon and let some of that steam off.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is also the Corn Moon! For those who are not familiar with that, The Native Americans associated this moon with the time corn would bloom. Which of course will be followed by the Harvest Moon!&lt;br /&gt;So take your little ones, or yourself outside, and dance under the moon! Be a God or Goddess i all your glory. Use the energy to help throughout the rest of the month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-2173682128362843378?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2173682128362843378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/full-moon-full-moon-full-moon-corn-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2173682128362843378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2173682128362843378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/full-moon-full-moon-full-moon-corn-moon.html' title='Full Moon, full moon, full moon! Corn Moon!'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-9123038953335517378</id><published>2010-01-16T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:57:31.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you didn't know</title><content type='html'>I'm pregnant again. 14 weeks now, due in July.&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep up better on the posts.&lt;br /&gt;So here's how it goes..... I still have not told anybody, aside from me, hubs, my oldest, ex, because he lives with us sorta, and online friends. My coven knows too.&lt;br /&gt;So here's something I would like help with..... First off, How to tell the family. Being my mom, my sisters, etc. Now I am not overly concerned about my sisters, but I need to tell my mom soon. Though I keep figuring out a way of putting it off. It's kinda nice to have a secret anyway. I talk to my mom on the phone weekly, but tend to see her maybe once a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;Last time she was pretty accepting, I think maybe she has figured out that I do have my own beliefs that I stand by. My family is anti-abortion. I respect that, I feel that for myself, but am not against anyone else having choices and taking them.&lt;br /&gt;What my family is not, is anti-tubal. Now I am, again for me, if someone else feels it's right for them, well then go right on ahead! I just cannot see doing that. My theory of it is.... getting fixed, well I'm not broken. When I leave this world, I want to leave it in tact. While there are many theories of what happens after death, I like to take them all in stride and say, what if they egyptians were right? Now I am stuck in an afterlife, similar to my regular life, but unable to function correctly because I had these unnessisary surgeries on my body.&lt;br /&gt;OK, call me crazy, but I feel we're made this way for a reason, and I want to keep in tact as much as possible. I am not against lifesaving techniques, or the occasional quality of life proceedures, even tho I have stopped getting surgeries for my disease because it hurts alot either way, and it comes back. (That's another blog post tho).&lt;br /&gt;So, how to tell the family? I wanna get creative, because me being pregnant, well that's like saying, hey, we're having pancakes for breakfast. Meaning it's not unexpected. So I wanna make it fun. Now I could wait for u/s and send out cards, HA! I could get a comedic shirt. I did something like that last time, and it said, the rumors are true, I'm pregnant again. I could just take the wait and see approach. Used to work when I seen family more, but I don't see them as much now. I'm running low on ideas... help me out! Oh yea, one time we did use the kids to announce it. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-9123038953335517378?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/9123038953335517378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-case-you-didnt-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/9123038953335517378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/9123038953335517378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-case-you-didnt-know.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-2025164225037574345</id><published>2009-12-30T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:33:17.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Family recipes are more then just recipes</title><content type='html'>I was making Brown bean soup last night, and it got me thinking. I got this recipe from my mom, who got it from granny. I don't know who granny may have gotten it from or if it started with her. I was cooking with my son tho, and remembering talks with granny and my mom. I was telling My 10yo budding chef, who luvs brown bean soup BTW, that Granny used to fix tons of brown bean soup, potato soup, Chicken Noodle soup and put them up for the winter. Breakfast type things were Oatmeal, grits, rice cereal. It was Winter cooking. They would cook more then enough for the family in one sitting, especially because the meal was on the cheaper side. Stews and soups were winter meals, and an easier way to keep a big family fed over the season.&lt;br /&gt;It also made me think that spending time with granny always led to stories. The only way you could get a recipe from granny was to cook with her. Because asking her for recipes you would always get told, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that. Granny never measured anything, she always had everything in her head, never wrote it down or anything. I learned alot of what I know of homemade cooking from my mom, who gives vague recipes of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Recipes were not always written down, and sometimes it was just a right of passage. Kind of like deer hunting to a young man. My son proceeded to ask me, well, why don't you write them down? It would be so simple too, to write it down and make sure it is not lost or anything. But if I did that, then I would be breaking a tradition of learning. A family recipe tradition of helping out and watching, paying attention and story telling. Yea, the recipe would be written down, then anyone could use the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;Recipes in my family tho come with stories and memories. The types of things that you cannot write down. When youask for a recipe and Granny would say, come here, I'll show ya. Or my mom would say, well, we're having it tonight if you wanna help.&lt;br /&gt;Now granny passed on a few years back. Some recipes I missed. I may never know how she made her cornbread, the only kind I liked, so sweet and tasty, and it melted into the chili, which I can cook. Not literally, but the flavors, kinda like a ham sandwich when you add cheese. The ham sandwich was good before, but the cheese added something that completed it. But at the same time, I will try, for those kids of mine willing to listen, to cook family recipes with them, and teach them, sharing stories and memories as we go along, and making a few memories of our own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-2025164225037574345?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2025164225037574345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-recipes-are-more-then-just.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2025164225037574345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2025164225037574345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-recipes-are-more-then-just.html' title='Family recipes are more then just recipes'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-5432525477129412013</id><published>2009-12-26T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:05:41.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most wonderful day!</title><content type='html'>Christmas, filled with wonders, and kids who just scatter things. Try as you may to keep up, they will loose things the first day. All in the livingroom tho, and that's the odd part. Stockings unfilled candy everywhere! A tree filled with candycanes, yet not one got touched!&lt;br /&gt;Tired, and not hungry for Christmas dinner. Do you really think this is Christmas? At my house it is. Kids can't get in trouble on Christmas. They don't have to eat what they don't want to, punishments get put on hold, and all the new stuff, and candy and cookies and fudge that their little hearts could desire.&lt;br /&gt;This year was no different. We started off Xmas eve by tracking Santa on Norad, as we have done for years. Eating finger foods, sandwiches and chips for dinner. The kids left special reindeer food for the Reindeer on Santa's sleigh. (Oats and glitter). Santa gets a buffet here. He gets sandwiches, cookies, cupcakes, candy, coke, milk and eggnog. So off to bed they went, over half of them in footie PJs, then the oldest 3 in Pjs representing Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;We get to stay up till about 4 in the morning wrapping all the presents. They wake up, and wow, he's been here, and they run to get the adults up so the festivities can begin. We set up the video tape, and camera, keeping the moment forever.&lt;br /&gt;A day of Chaos, and wonderment, and fullfillment. All the wants that they can think of. Such a wonderful day, messy, and just great!&lt;br /&gt;That was our Xmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-5432525477129412013?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5432525477129412013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-wonderful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/5432525477129412013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/5432525477129412013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-wonderful-day.html' title='The most wonderful day!'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-5513513910589543243</id><published>2009-12-14T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:39:35.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I homeschool?</title><content type='html'>Why do I homeschool? I have been asked that plenty of times. Here is my answer....&lt;br /&gt;I sent my boys to school for a while. 3 different schools, due to moving and to school districts changing, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;My oldest has slight tourettes, and he paces, and growls on occasion. He will stop if asked. But instead the teachers let him spend his day pacing instead of doing his work. Then when he needed math tutoring, the teacher would not help, nor would the school system.&lt;br /&gt;My next pumpkin is a brain. Had no problems with his academics, only slightly with creative writing, but he could do it. He got bullied tho. I went to the teacher, who said, "what do you want me to do about it?" I went to the principal who said nothing could be done.&lt;br /&gt;My next oldest was about to get passed onto the 3rd grade, even tho he cannot read.&lt;br /&gt;My 6yo. was getting sent home from school at least 3 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;There was no help, and I was just sure I could do a better job by simply trying.&lt;br /&gt;My 8yo is learning to read and write. My 12yo is up to date on math, and his handwriting is slowly improving. My brainiac sails through, of course. My 6yo. has problems but is made to finish his work, which he never was in school. My 4yo is learning to read and functioning at a kindergarten and sometimes first grade level.&lt;br /&gt;It is frustraiting sometimes, but very rewarding, and on occasion you get to learn as well.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't recommend everyone jump right into it or anything. It's not easy by any means, but if you are considering it, you should read into it. There are many helpful sites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-5513513910589543243?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5513513910589543243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-i-homeschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/5513513910589543243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/5513513910589543243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-i-homeschool.html' title='Why do I homeschool?'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-8033294429781914539</id><published>2009-12-14T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:45:49.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Greetings from Homeschool</title><content type='html'>I'm tired, I don't wanna do work, why do we have to do work, it's almost Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;This is the stuff I am hearing from my boys. Handwriting gets alot of this, and math.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when this happens? Extend school? Early bedtimes? Yea, my kids don't go to bed till 10, but fact is, school doesn't start till 10. They do one subject in the morning, and two in the afternoon. Normally the day starts off with handwriting, the first three days of the week. Really it's copywork, and it's not so hard. My kids have horrible handwriting anyway, tho my 6yo. can write better then my 12yo. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;My 12yo. should be writing short stories, but I doubt if I could read it. He is creative, and upset that he missed the deadline for the doritos game creating contest. He was excited at first, but lost his enthusiasm quick.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help my moral, but I do know I am teaching them. I know they are learning what they need to know. Why does it have to be such a chore. Sometimes we do end up doing fun things tho. Of course with many different boys to teach they do tend to differ in what's fun and whats not.&lt;br /&gt;Boggle for example, fun to some, work to others. My oldest is a phonetic speller, so it helps him alot. My second oldest is the brain of the boys, so of course he enjoys it. My 8yo has problems reading and writing, so he dreads it.&lt;br /&gt;OK, the many trials and tribulations of homeschooling is done. I do it because I love teaching my children.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with the season, I need to keep up with my blog better. I promise I will tho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-8033294429781914539?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8033294429781914539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/seasons-greetings-from-homeschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/8033294429781914539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/8033294429781914539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/seasons-greetings-from-homeschool.html' title='Seasons Greetings from Homeschool'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-2456618104810225238</id><published>2009-11-27T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:44:26.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Large Disfunctional Family</title><content type='html'>Families, and how does one deal with them? It's insanity, my family and the way they act. I'm not talking the ones I live with. I am talking my siblings and such. I suppose they have always been this way, and I never really noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with my oldest sister, she is 45. She tries really hard, priding herself on her looks. I guess that is a good thing tho, because she has some serious issues. The funeral I went to lately, well she took alot of the layout to talk of how bad and Evil, (Yes she used that word) that my dad was. She was also doing this loudly. My dad has been dead for 5 years. All of his family is here. She goes on to talk of how horrible the whole family is, except me and my brother. Embarrassing me to boot. Seems she did the exact same thing at her own dads funeral about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is just me, but the fact is, you don't talk ill about the dead, because what are they going to do now? They couldn't defend themselves. If she has such problems, why is she going to the funerals and such? Funerals is not an appropriate place for this stuff, it is a place for people to grieve loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Now my second sister will also run right along with my younger sister, and you will see why. Thanksgiving my sister invited our younger sister to Thanksgiving, also invited her ex. Her ex said he was thinking about bringing a date, but didn't want to leave any hard feelings, and my older sister says, go on ahead. He tells her it's a mutual friend of theirs, and she says, well don't tell my younger sister, and bring her anyway. (Yea, very wrong, and you can see where this is going. He didn't feel right not telling my younger sister, so he told her, and she cried because it is a mutual friend, or was, and she says she will not go if this is going to happen. Proceeds to call our older sister and tell her the same thing. She not only doesn't stand up for our younger sister, the blood thing, she will not do anything about it, argues, and our younger sister eventually got uninvited, meanwhile her ex and the girlfriend are. (Yes, there are many things wrong with this picture.) My sister gets blamed for ruining their Thanksgiving. She dropped off the kids to her ex, understanably upset, argues with him, and then rams into the back of his truck. (Bad choice on her part).&lt;br /&gt;Instead of calling the police, he calls the older sister, who rushes over, meanwhile my little sister leaves. They get into a few phone arguments, and my younger sister gets told the next time my older sister sees her, she will punch her in the face.&lt;br /&gt;My brother, the next sibling in line, is an alcoholic, and a mean drunk at that, who is dying of liver disease, and does not care.&lt;br /&gt;Next is my other brother, (I have two brothers total.) He pretty much stays away from the family in general.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is me. I am civil, I do listen to these problems, and I don't do anything about it. My siblings have some issues with the fact that I have seven children, so my kids don't get invited to their elaborate bday parties because it would cost alot for 7 children. Fine, I have learned to deal with their self centered ways, even tho when they are around my boys they put on a facade as if they are these loving aunts and uncles. It upsets my mom because she had 7 kids, and they are all from a large family, not treating my family right.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I still try to be cordial. I invite them to my boys parties and such, because I love my boys and want them to know about their family. I figure they will eventually see them for who they are, then they can make the decisions for themselves. My mom and a couple of siblings on occasion have tried to stand up for me, as I ask them not to. I am not searching for acceptance, I don't have a family of 2.5 children, and I don't really care how negative people react. Overall I know that we probably have more love in our family then alot of families do. I rarely if ever have anyone else babysit or anything. Not because I am afraid of being a bother or anything, but because I so enjoy having them around me, even if they are being mildly outragous at times. (Like the point where you ask if they were raised in a barn. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;It sucks because I want my children to know family is very important. It truely is, but I don't understand why my family cannot see this.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister, the one I haven't spoken of yet, is constantly sick. Most of my life she was disgruntled, like she was mad at the world. She has grown out of it tho. Now she is trying to make peace with everything, because after all, it is hard telling how much time she actually has. She is in the hospital right now, spent her Thanksgiving throwing up and such. Her kidneys are swollen and very infected. This goes back to when she was 2yo and had cancer. She got radiation treatments, and she, nor did my mom know that in the future it would have some horrible effects. She beat the cancer, but was left with alot of other problems. The kind that will eventually take her life.&lt;br /&gt;My mom has to deal with all of this. She keeps her not so great health to herself. She tries so hard to keep her family together, and to stop the arguing for what she can. She is far from perfect, but she does try.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be able to get together, have family reunions, and have people not talking and fighting with other people. I do swear tho, that my family has problems, and put their problems in the way of the truth. That we are family. That we should not fight, we should not put all these people and such in front of our family. We should not hold grudges. We will not be this way forever. People don't live forever, but will always be family.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to just write everybody off, but I hold family up. I wish the rest of my family did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-2456618104810225238?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2456618104810225238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-large-disfunctional-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2456618104810225238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2456618104810225238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-large-disfunctional-family.html' title='My Large Disfunctional Family'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-7554692417924248952</id><published>2009-11-23T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:24:15.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning Grieving Process</title><content type='html'>Grieving is done so many different ways. People of today tend to think of it as a way to mourn and move on. It wasn't always like that tho. Work wise, sometimes you get three days, sometimes you get five days off. Then you are expected to come back to work, and do your job. It's as if nothing ever happened. It did tho. Things should proceed as if it didn't. What an odd way of grieving. The world doesn't stop for anybody to grieve. It stops long enough for a wake, and funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Most people have permission to grieve, but there is not enough time to Mourn.  There is supposed to be a 5 step process to grieving.&lt;br /&gt;1 Denial AKA Thinking there is no way it could have happened. Or maybe it didn't really happen.&lt;br /&gt;2 Anger AKA Why me? Why them?&lt;br /&gt;3 Bargaining AKA Please, God, grant me this, and I will do anything. Please make this not be true.&lt;br /&gt;4 Depression AKA Loss of feelings, numbness. Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;5. Acceptance AKA Accepting the loss, realizing there is nothing that can be done, and coming to terms with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone goes through all the emotions, and some don't go through any. My most recent went like this....&lt;br /&gt;My mom calls, and says Uncle Dallas, His Daughter Tammy, and Grandson Dillon were in an accident, they're dead. My reaction (Short denial) Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;My mom says yes, describes what happened to me. My Reaction, (very short anger) Why? Mom, What about Aunt Mae, that was her whole family.&lt;br /&gt;My mom agrees,( I even went through a stage of bargaining) Why would this happen? Was there anything that could have prevented it?&lt;br /&gt;My mom says not really, it was just a freak accident, I suddenly went numb, looked it up online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming into acceptance, it still takes a bit.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I mean tho. It is taking some time. Mourning isn't given enough time, and I believe that is why people come back alot months later, and find themselves crying over nothing, and getting stressed, then realize it's their departed loved ones, they have not finished grieving for. They heard something that reminded them of them, or seen something that brought a passing thought. the loved one is missed.&lt;br /&gt;In some cultures people grieve for a year. Wearing funeral attire, and no dating, etc. Actual Mourning.&lt;br /&gt;The custom of quickly grieving and back to work is really odd. People don't have time for Mourning now. They are expected to feel all better within a short period of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-7554692417924248952?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7554692417924248952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/mourning-grieving-process.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7554692417924248952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7554692417924248952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/mourning-grieving-process.html' title='Mourning Grieving Process'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-7280859196884198162</id><published>2009-11-23T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:15:42.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole family gone?</title><content type='html'>You may have noticed that I haven't posted that much in the past week. I had this bad feeling going on, didn't know why, so I tried to keep busy to get things off my mind. I later found out that there was a car wreck... truck wreck really. My cousin Tammy was driving home from picking up her dad, (My Uncle Dallas), and her 11yo. son, (Second cousin) was with her. It was raining a bit, and on a turn, on one of those old country roads, yet the speed limit is still 55MPH, they lost control of the truck. It began to turn to the side and was hit by a FedX truck. Uncle Dallas and Dillon (11yo) died immediately, Tammy died on the way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Now onto Aunt Mae. Her and Uncle Dallas were married 40something years. They had one daughter, Tammy, and one grandson, Dillon. She just lost her whole immediate family. The thought would kind of send anybody into a whole demention of I don't know what to do. My favorite Aunt in the world, my favorite Uncle too! They are both very devout Christians, and nonjudgemental too. I swear to you, these are the type of people who actually embody the meaning tho. They lived it, meaning they were very good people. Sweet, known for taking people in when they needed it. Giving food and clothes, and everything. They helped out in their neighborhood, and everyone knew them. I'm not exaggerating this, they were practically saints. I don't know how Aunt Mae is really gonna deal. I will call her in a few days to see.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason it also has me thinking back to my Dad. He died in 2004. Being my dad's brother, maybe that has something to do with it. Plus most of my memories are with both my dad and Uncle Dallas. Overall I have been thinking of my whole family on my dads side. He was one of 9, but he has only one sibling left alive now. I don't really know her that well. It's like a time comes when you have a big family, and suddenly they start dropping off like flies. It's happening on my moms side also. She is one of 8, and now there are 4 left. All have happened since 2003 I believe. I come from a big family, and Ihave a big family. It's sad to loose one person, but to loose so many in a relatively short period of time leaves you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to know more about the family. Wanting to know why it seems to happen this way. The point of horrible accidents, if anything was done differently would the outcome be different?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-7280859196884198162?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7280859196884198162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/whole-family-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7280859196884198162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7280859196884198162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/whole-family-gone.html' title='Whole family gone?'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-3008606923170294959</id><published>2009-11-15T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:58:26.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Woes, why do we do this to ourselves?</title><content type='html'>Walking around, aisle to aisle. Looking for those special things. Spending so much money it makes me sick to my stomach. Can you tell what I did today?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, catching up to that time of the year, Christmas shopping. Wow, I do this every year, and it makes me ill. Why oh why do I do it? I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I have 7 little angels, ok that's an exaggeration sometimes but anyway, they count on Santa. Santa has tons of work to do, yet somehow I feel the holiday depression and exhaustion. I feel that crunch, and wonder, why oh why do we do this every year.&lt;br /&gt;It's a tradition for the adults to stay up super late on Christmas eve and make sure Santa gets things taken care of. (Plus the kids are afraid, cause our chimney is blocked, and how would he get in?) So we have to open the door for him too. So we do all of that, ad then fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 hours, if that, of sleep, we hear, He Came, He Really Came! As if there may have been some doubt from some of the children about how good they had been. Then BAM! We get jumped on, covers ripped off, and next thing you know everyone is in the livingroom. The kids, wide awake stairing at the tree full of next years garbage. The adults, trying to stay awake downing coffee, pop, and anything with caffine in it.&lt;br /&gt;Then the part we all wait for.... "Is it time yet?" Then the boys finally get told, ok, go ahead! Someone passes out presents, and eyes are so wide, and everyone is so excited. For being so cold, waiting for the house to heat up, suddenly you feel warm, and you see your children getting all the things they want and deserve, and you have had to tell them no about several times throughout the year, now they have it in their hands. Thrilled, asking questions like, How did Santa know I wanted this? It wasn't even on my list!"&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly all the money that was just spent, all the sleep that you didn't get is ok.&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it off, you realize hubs is gonna play one of the new games with the kids, so they all gather around him, and you make sure supper stuff gets going, then you go down for a nap, and viola! There is why we do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-3008606923170294959?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3008606923170294959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-woes-why-do-we-do-this-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/3008606923170294959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/3008606923170294959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-woes-why-do-we-do-this-to.html' title='Christmas Woes, why do we do this to ourselves?'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-7789495480224413900</id><published>2009-11-14T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:53:33.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>When you were growing up, did your mom or dad ever try to guide you? Not push you, but try and teach you the things they thought you needed to know for your future. You may not notice, but sometimes it could almost be like training you for what you will be.&lt;br /&gt;My oldest sister, my mom encouraged her to go to school, and cook, and how to keep a man happy, etc. In the meantime my sister, who seemed to take that to heart, got a buisness degree, and stayed home with her 3 children. She stayed in an unhappy marriage till the youngest was a teen and then she finally put that skill of hers to work, and now is divorced and doing fine on her own.&lt;br /&gt;My younger sisters, my mom taught one of them (they are twins), that due to disease and such, she will have to be cared for her whole life. To this day she still lives with our mom, and annoys my mom to death! She tried to teach the other one to stay out of trouble, which the other one proceeded to do the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;There is me, and when I was young I was convinced I never wanted children or anything of the sort. The things my mom tried to teach me were all to the contrary though. She tried to teach me the importance of learning to cook, I rebelled tho. She taught me that Cooking keeps a man happy, and a man with meat on his bones is a happy man! Well to me, I didn't care. I was not worried about rangling a man, and would stay single my whole life maybe. I was also the babysitter. That is because I had to learn to deal with children, because one day I would have some of my own. I had to change diapers, and I had to babaysit, and cook, and learn how to shop saving money!&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the same amount of kids as my mom and my granny. I am happy with my husband. My ex lives downstairs, he is the father of the older four. I have been taught how to cook, which I do. I know how to shop and save, and be extremely frugal... It was instilled in me. I work to keep my family happy, and I care for my family. That is what I have done, and with both my ex and my husband, they will be right there with me. My ex at least till the older four are grown.&lt;br /&gt;Was it a psychic type thing, or was I trained? Did she really just know contrary to everything I felt at that time, or was she training me to be a mommy and wife?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine doing anything else even tho my dreams didn't coincide with what I ended up being.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else end up in a predicament where it seemed it was assumed what you will be, so you got trained and it ended up being the same path you ended up on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-7789495480224413900?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7789495480224413900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7789495480224413900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7789495480224413900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-4393727202845395294</id><published>2009-11-13T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:41:40.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having kids in Excess!</title><content type='html'>Everyone thinks I'm a saint for having so many kids. I have 7 boys, and they mean the world to me. I don't know if I should get more respect for simply having them. Any woman can give birth after all. Now, the things we do.... For example.... I leave the house without my boys less then once a month normally! You could say several different things about that, but do you really know why? I enjoy having them with me. I take them grocery shopping. If I visit people I have my boys. I rarely watch tv, but I do make time to watch with my boys. We started Saturday Night "Scary Movie Night," when I had two boys. I camp with all my boys. I tend to go out to eat with my boys on the rare occasion that I do. I teach my boys, because I homeschool them, and as frustraiting as it can be sometimes, I wouldn't want it any other way. I also spend that much time with my hubs, aside from when he's at work. We both prefer spending our time with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;I also get the opposite reaction tho, meaning some people who believe I'm crazy to have all these kids. Ones who believe we have too many kids. Normally those would be the ones who will never understand spending time with their kids without forcing it. Meaning that they find their kids so annoying that the time they spend with them is the time they have to. Maybe when their kids are acting up, or when they are sleeping. The ones that just tend to buy more things for the kids to keep from feeling guilty for not spending enough quality time with them.&lt;br /&gt;Sure maybe I spend time in excess, but the fact is..... I had kids that way, why would I do that if I wasn't in for the whole shabang! I had kids in excess, I spend time with them in excess. I treasure them in excess, and I will always love them in Excess. They annoy me in excess, and they make me smile in excess. I have an overexcess of love for them, and get that in return!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-4393727202845395294?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4393727202845395294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/having-kids-in-excess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/4393727202845395294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/4393727202845395294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/having-kids-in-excess.html' title='Having kids in Excess!'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-6255763538052487279</id><published>2009-11-12T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:31:34.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking, Packing Lunch, Saving Money</title><content type='html'>Overall, there are some things we can't go cheaper on. I have found that my Coca-Cola is not Big K cola by any means! I have also found my oldest son is allergic to most clothes detergents, including some dye free ones, etc. So I have found that Arm &amp;amp;Hammer seems to do the job. Not the cheapest, but not too expensive. Generic SpaghettiOs suck, words from three of my boys, who will eat the generic ravioli tho!&lt;br /&gt;Overall I think people get confused at how to feed themselves and their family without depriving them of taste. A common fear! Kids can be picky, but you have to have a happy medium, or you will go broke fixing several meals, or going out to eat in excess. I'm not saying going out to eat ever so often is a bad thing, but you have to consider the overall ramifications too.&lt;br /&gt;Let us look at a typical day here, foodwise.&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast the boys had cereal, they go through a box easy, but believe it or not they sell boxes for a dollar now. Raisen Brand, Sugar flakes, fruit loops, and so on. Milk seems to be on sale consistanly lately. If not we have poptarts, oatmeal, pancakes, scrambled eggs, boiled eggs, fruit bowl, bananas, french toast. With milk or juice in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk Lunch. Today they had Bologna sandwiches, chips, fruit... with koolaid to drink.&lt;br /&gt;If not we have Ramen noodles, Chicken Noodle soup, tomato soup, grilled cheese, leftovers, spaghetti, spaghettiOs, Ravioli, PBJ, fries, Fish sticks. They either drink koolaid or milk with lunch.&lt;br /&gt;OK, Snacks, all kids needs snacks. We're under the impression tho, it has to be consistanly healthy, everything does, right? No, there is a happy medium! For example, who says the boys can't have a candybar for snack, or cookies, or brownies? Is this everyday, Not by a long shot, but two or three days a week, yea! Fact being, you make sure your kids eat what they need, right? Well, they are like little people in the fact, they like to have something sweet sometimes! (OK, all the time if you let them). Of course there is, Apples, Bananas, raisins! Fruit Bowl, Cheese and crackers, peanut butter crackers, peanut butter sandich, jelly toast, PB and apples, Oranges. You will find yourself getting pretty creative here!&lt;br /&gt;Dinner (My favorite meal of the day!) That can get so creative, and you don't have to constantly stand over the stove. Save that for Thanksgiving! Tonight we are having a pasta dish consisting of Pasta, Macaroni, but you could get fancier! potatoes, and garlic salt, Italian seasoning, diced tomatoes, green onions, and italian dressing! Topped with cheese and served with garlic bread! (Takes 20 minutes to cook). If not that there is roasted Chicken, with sides such as mashed potatoes, or mac n cheese, and a vege... (Corn or carrots, or both!) Of course the old favorite of Spaghetti! Potato soup, which could be done in a crock pot all day, or just pitch it in with potatoes already boiled. There is so many things!&lt;br /&gt;Lets move onto Packing Lunch! Thos who work, It's cheaper, and overall easier to pack lunch the night before. You may say, I have no place to heat anything up! Ah HA! For 50 bucks, which you will save alot more, there are these little coolers at Walmarts. You plug them in and set them for hot or cold. They will keep your food warm, or keep those cokes cold, so you don't have to keep buying them at the vending machines! It also has a car hookup! You can trave with this thing, it's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-6255763538052487279?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6255763538052487279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooking-packing-lunch-saving-money.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/6255763538052487279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/6255763538052487279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooking-packing-lunch-saving-money.html' title='Cooking, Packing Lunch, Saving Money'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-4931511065926602959</id><published>2009-11-11T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:09:26.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off, Day on</title><content type='html'>The kids have been good today, but I have been feeling so ill, icky, upset stomach! I got taken care of by my man. Doesn't seem to help a whole lot though when you're feeling like crud. I also had an appointment today to go over my results from the proceedure. I don't have celiac! They want to send a scope up the other opening tho, and I hesitated on that part.&lt;br /&gt;So we take more out of body experience tests and see what turns up there. Starting to think they will never find the cause of my anemia. I guess when I give up hope then maybe eventually they will? My body is a mystery! I suppose it could be worse!&lt;br /&gt;What all to do?&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of catch up cleaning to do. I have to catch up some dishes tonight. I have to vaccum downstairs. Carpet clean the steps (I hate carpet!)&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have to catch up on an argument with my man. We rarely have them, but I like to have it solved before I go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it wasn't exciting today. I am just tired tho. Gonna turn in now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-4931511065926602959?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4931511065926602959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-off-day-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/4931511065926602959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/4931511065926602959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-off-day-on.html' title='Day off, Day on'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-2463394956528493549</id><published>2009-11-10T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:18:12.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Pink Stuff</title><content type='html'>Illness, One night my 10yo is throwing up. The next night My 12yo. has diarreah. I'm guessing there is something going around.&lt;br /&gt;My oldest got up last night, and I asked, what are you doing up? He says, I can't sleep, I think I have diarreah, and my belly hurts. I tell him, come here, and I go for the pink stuff. He looks at it, then looks at me. I tell him, go ahead, and take it. He says "What does it taste like?" I quickly say, "Chalk." He asks if I have anything that tastes better. I tell him that I may, but taste isn't a factor, it's what works, and the pink stuff works! He drinks it, gives an UGH! Then off to bed he goes. Not another word for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;An Ode to the Pink stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Nobody quite knows why it works. You can't take it while pregnant, which sux, I know this. I have taken it for years, and given it to kids for quite a while too. It's ugly, and tastes bad. When they try to add a flavor, well it's no better either. It works though, and that's what counts!&lt;br /&gt;Still leaves one wondering tho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-2463394956528493549?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2463394956528493549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-pink-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2463394956528493549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/2463394956528493549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-pink-stuff.html' title='Ode to the Pink Stuff'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-3520629399077505125</id><published>2009-11-08T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:05:57.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag me to Hell</title><content type='html'>That was last night's scary movie. What can I say about that? WOW!&lt;br /&gt;It's about a woman who denies an old gypsy woman her third extension on a loan, and the woman ends up with a curse.&lt;br /&gt;The movie has gore. I wouldn't recommend it for people with nightmare having children. (Luckily my kids aren't like that). The movie keeps you jumping and guessing at different moments. It gets loud, and wild, and then can spatter all over the place. The story line is wonderful too! It is something that people actually sat and thought about for a bit. The actors keep you going, and while the twist at the end is somewhat predictable, you could never really predict what happens.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the edge of my seat, and even my kids were jumping throughout the movie as if they were riding a roller coaster ride!&lt;br /&gt;Another movie I would very highly recommend you adding to your scary movie list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-3520629399077505125?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3520629399077505125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/drag-me-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/3520629399077505125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/3520629399077505125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/drag-me-to-hell.html' title='Drag me to Hell'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-7756528029344944375</id><published>2009-11-07T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:49:41.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeding family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Few hints to feeding our small army</title><content type='html'>Shopping for a small army requires stratagy!&lt;br /&gt;For example, if Hamburger helper is a dinner at our house... first of all, that would not be all we have for dinner. We need three pounds, or two and a half of ground beef. Three boxes of hamburger helper. A box of mashed potatoes, either small box, or half the big box. Then we tend to fix peas with it, a couple cans, cause for those who like to mix it all together, peas mix well!&lt;br /&gt;So shopping, if hamburger helper is on sale, we have to get three boxes of each type of hamburger helper.&lt;br /&gt;If we are having roasted chicken, we have to get two chickens. (why is roasted chicken a big thing around here?) Roasted chicken is usually 89 to 99 cents a pound. Take that, and some macaroni and corn, (corn on the cob if it's in season), and viola. (sometimes we do green beans or carrots instead. Or apple sauce).&lt;br /&gt;One of those big jars of apple sauce here, is a serving. One box of cereal is a breakfast. (Oatmeal is a good one around here, because there are many different ways to flavor it, and the kids love it!) A gallon of milk is a days serving, between cooking and drinking of it. Babyfood is only half jars, and the other half is blended parts of meals.&lt;br /&gt;Cutting up potatoes is a great substitute for the normal bag of fries. Hense our big fryer! now if we see a big ol' bag of fries for a buck or 1.30 at the most, there ya go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-7756528029344944375?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7756528029344944375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-hints-to-feeding-our-small-army.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7756528029344944375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7756528029344944375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-hints-to-feeding-our-small-army.html' title='Few hints to feeding our small army'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-1564682429119846235</id><published>2009-11-04T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:13:36.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old World Pagan View</title><content type='html'>What do we do in order to keep with traditions of old?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say in this modern day technological society that we live in. Witches are encouraged to keep everything secret, yet to bring everything out into the open, "Come out of the Broomcloset" being the term.&lt;br /&gt;What is right, and what is wrong? Do we honor our Pagan ancestors? Or do we actually just make things easy on everyone?&lt;br /&gt;We go to Pagan Pride and we keep buying the swords, cards, dancing there. The wooden wands, etc. But then what do we do with them?&lt;br /&gt;How many Pagans actually keep a book of shadows? Really tho, when the computer can just keep this stuff for us? You just save the websites and make things easy for yourself. What will our children get? A thumbdrive?&lt;br /&gt;I believe we should have a few days throughout the year that we cut it off. I understand now days we can't just live primatively, but overall, why not do it ever so often? Go to that electric box, and pull a few fuses and viola. You and your kids have no excuss. For that day there will be no tv. There will be no stove cooking. There will be no flashlights, just candles, maybe you can make some homemade torches for outside. Everyone will record by hand things on a book of shadows. You do a bonfire, if you are able to.  If not, you could cook on a grill.&lt;br /&gt;Take your family back to a simpler time. Take yourself back to a simpler time.&lt;br /&gt;It's just an idea. We try and do it once or more a year.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this doesn't offend anybody, but it could work for everybody. Maybe if we just deemed one certain day a year then it would be something we could do world wide eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Just something to think about. Meanwhile, start a written BOS, and save electricity a little. Realize that being out of the broomcloset does not mean giving away all of your secrets. There is a difference from being proud and being loud. Even back when it was easier to be Pagan, you still would have kept some secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-1564682429119846235?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1564682429119846235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-world-pagan-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/1564682429119846235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/1564682429119846235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-world-pagan-view.html' title='Old World Pagan View'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-8689798911029890581</id><published>2009-10-29T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:24:01.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Oatmeal Day</title><content type='html'>It is National Oatmeal Day, so we don't find out till afternoon. We can't let it just go by, especially because my boys love oatmeal. (I hate oatmeal). But overall we decided to have a reverse breakfast, aka breakfast for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal 2 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Raisins 2.50 for a big box&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon , Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Eggs 1 dozen less then 1.00&lt;br /&gt;So overall It was a dinner for 9 (I hate oatmeal and am allergic to eggs)&lt;br /&gt;for around 6.00. That is under a dollar per person. I estimated in the sugar and cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;And Milk to drink, which was 2.00 a gallon. Still under 1.00 a person. Woot Woot!&lt;br /&gt;The kids also celebrated National Oatmeal Day.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. I am thinking I may take an early bedtime or something.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, Good Day!&lt;br /&gt;Blessings all around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-8689798911029890581?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8689798911029890581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/national-oatmeal-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/8689798911029890581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/8689798911029890581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/national-oatmeal-day.html' title='National Oatmeal Day'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-6377249500979470910</id><published>2009-10-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:27:24.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick R Treat</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to brag about the movie we watched tonight. I am a stickler for horror, and would tell you if I didn't like something, but this is one of my new favorite movies. I highly recommend Trick R Treat. Careful for those who are picky about what their kids watch, you may want to preview it first. I let mine watch it, but I watch with them, and if they have questions, I can answer them, but it is rated R with some nudity, and of course blood guts and gore.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen it yet, it's a great movie, containing four tales of horror. It's told in a sort of Pulp Fiction way, so it's out of order, but funny, and shocking! It is all based upon Halloween tradition, and following what can only be described as the Halloween spirit, which is named Sam.&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend anyone who loves a good horror movie to see it. It's twisted, funny, and creepy all at the same time. It also has a couple of characters from Dead like me, not big characters, but any fan will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reconize&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-6377249500979470910?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6377249500979470910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-r-treat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/6377249500979470910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/6377249500979470910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-r-treat.html' title='Trick R Treat'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-7785630014749106583</id><published>2009-10-27T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:06:56.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good food, good prices</title><content type='html'>Easy delicious BBQ Ribs&lt;br /&gt;Pork Ribs On sale for 9 dollars for a family big package&lt;br /&gt;BBQ sauce (don't always wanna go too cheap on this) 3 dollars on sale&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;Garlic salt or garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;Boil the ribs till they are getting tender. (Add a bit of soy sauce for marinade if you want to)&lt;br /&gt;Then take out, and wrape in foil, topping them with a mix of garlic, salt, pepper, and bbq sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Cook at 350 for an hour to hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;That is our main course. Great, and under 15 dollars. (prolly less for you, because I have to fix more)&lt;br /&gt;Sides will be mashed potatoes, (by request) Baked potatoes, and corn.&lt;br /&gt;Making it still under 20 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I do it cheaper most of the time, but this is still cheap, and a nice treat for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was Macaroni with spaghetti sauce, butter and mini meatballs. Juice for drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was poptarts, with milk for dipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-7785630014749106583?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7785630014749106583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-food-good-prices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7785630014749106583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/7785630014749106583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-food-good-prices.html' title='Good food, good prices'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-721861205822899744</id><published>2009-10-26T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:15:06.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Day of Stress, How we did it!</title><content type='html'>Imagine a big day of stress, how do you deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;First of all got up, got everyone some cinnamon buns that we have been saving for a quick breakfast. That and Milk, and everyone dressed and on the way! (Bottle and baby cereal for the baby though.)&lt;br /&gt;Yay, we're out of the house early, I'm gonna be on time, if not early for my appt! (On time is rare, early even rarer). So off we went, and viola.... we run out of gas in our Beast. (When I refer to the beast for future reference it is our second hand 15 seater church van that we bought for 900 bucks.) My Pumpkin King heads out, and gets someone from the local Pub to take him to get gas. Time running out and we're not gonna be early anymore. We get going again, then go to stop by the gas station to get more gas. Tick, tock, tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;We get going and then we finally make it. Sort of, because we didn't turn onto the right street, then we pass it up. We finally make it, and Bam, we're late. I go in, and she will still see me. I get to have a proceedure done on November 5th where they stick a camera down my throat. They are gonna drug me up, which is a good thing, because how else do they think they would get that down my throat!&lt;br /&gt;We come home and the neighbors have complained about our dog, and called animal control after knocking over our dogs water. They got something against us, because they dislike our religion, and they think that we called on their angry biting dog when it got out, because I was courtious enough to knock on their door and let them know their viscious dog was roaming the neighborhood, and we had to take our kids in, because that dog is gonna bite somebody. So now I'm gonna have to meet with animal control, and explain what is going on, hopefully they will understand.&lt;br /&gt;So I get some cleaning going on, to find that some of the parts to my shop vac have been taken so kids can use them to sword fight, and now are missing. I have to use it bent over, and my back isn't that great to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;We get some visitors, and now it's supper time, and the porkchops still are not unthawed, so backup is hotdogs and fries. UGH! Tomorrow has got to be better!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I let the kids watch some tv, and they are being tame! WOOT WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-721861205822899744?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/721861205822899744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-of-stress-how-we-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/721861205822899744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/721861205822899744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-of-stress-how-we-did-it.html' title='Day of Stress, How we did it!'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739977027652058059.post-3823347430425603105</id><published>2009-10-23T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:28:48.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Blogging from the beginning</title><content type='html'>I'm a mom of 7 boys. Ages 8 months to 12 years.  Let me tell you about my house of Pumpkins...&lt;br /&gt;I, mommy, am the Pumpkin Queen. This is my castle! In this kingdom the Queen is in charge of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;My Pumpkin King is the father of the three youngest, but a daddy all around. The father of the oldest 4 lives downstairs in this two family house. (Complicated, but it works.)&lt;br /&gt;My oldest Pumpkin is 12. He's a true geek, and has to know how everything works, and is constantly creating these video games, but forgetting to write it all down. He believes in Soul Mates, and believes one day he will find his true love, and is saving himself until then. (Be nice if he keeps that philosophy). He is a sensitive child, who tries very hard to help keep his brothers in line, being the following Man Of The House, if need be! He cried when watching Forrest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt; when Jenny died, and is a big believer in True Love. His favorite subject is Science. He has recently chosen Paganism as a religion.&lt;br /&gt;My second oldest Pumpkin is 10. He is The Brain! He tries to take charge, wants to be a chef someday too. He believes he knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, but is constantly wanting to know more. He is my special nerdy guy, wears glasses and everything. His favorite subject is Math. He is not a big talker, but constantly asks questions, and tries reading up on all subjects. He got done with his Goosebumps book today, and is off and on reading the Bible and the idiots guide to Paganism. Right now he deems himself Agnostic till he knows more.&lt;br /&gt;My Third oldest Pumpkin is 8. He is a wild child! He is very creative, and can make something out of nothing, making it colorful and awesome to look at. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; an artist, and I hope he never stops like I did. He is hard headed and to get him to do chores or schoolwork is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hassel&lt;/span&gt;. He has a special kind of smart tho. The kind you cannot get from books. He can pretty much tell if you're not telling him the truth. He loves action figures and Star Wars. He still loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;, and he collects stickers in his sticker book. His favorite subject is art. He has religious belief system of Christian. He is sure there is God, and he created everything, and who am I to tell him any different! But he is open, and that's all I ask of my boys as far as religion goes.&lt;br /&gt;My fourth Pumpkin is 6. He is gonna be a great Ninja someday, his words. He is smart, and looks up to his 8yo. brother, but he won't say that. He loves to dance, and practice his blocking moves, we really need to get this boy into martial arts! He has his good days and bad days school wise. He is really neat to talk to, and he picks up on things easily as far as anyone having a conversation around him. He gets embarrassed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mommys&lt;/span&gt; public affection, he's my first boy to do so, and I'm taking that with a grain of salt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. He tries to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tuff&lt;/span&gt;, and strong. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;convenced&lt;/span&gt; he will be a great ninja, and knows he needs the training to do so. He has asked for actual Chinese stars, and his own sword. His Religious beliefs are unknown.&lt;br /&gt;My Fifth Pumpkin is 4. He is stubborn, and sweet and smart. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;buncdle&lt;/span&gt; of things all in one. He tries to make everything into a contest. He wants to compete with his older brothers and win. We believed after he was born that he was a cat in a past life. As a baby by 6months he had shredded his new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;babybed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;matress&lt;/span&gt;. Literally he clawed the bed to shreds. No matter how much I cut his nails he was able to do stuff like that. He follows in his 6yo brothers footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;My sixth Pumpkin is 2. He's cuddly, and sneaky, and a sweetheart. He looks like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cupie&lt;/span&gt; doll, for real. His favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pasttime&lt;/span&gt; is food. He can eat like his older brothers, he has been able to since he started eating solid foods. He is very smart, and can communicate on a different level. When his brothers were asked what they liked about him, all of their answers were, "He's cute." He is my fellow Gemini. Born two days after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My youngest Pumpkin is 8 months. He is always smiling. He is gonna be the 2yo. eating competition. He's chunky already. He can draw anyone in with his smile. His most recent thing is baby kisses too!!!! He has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of brothers, and never seems to have a lonely minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so there is my pumpkin patch. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;, and feed them all. It's my army, my boys, my loves, my life. Sometimes I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;frustraited&lt;/span&gt;, but overall, I wouldn't have it any other way!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739977027652058059-3823347430425603105?l=keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3823347430425603105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-from-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/3823347430425603105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739977027652058059/posts/default/3823347430425603105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingasmallarmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-from-beginning.html' title='Blogging from the beginning'/><author><name>RedBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063705191656058327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVXOA-ium58/Sudv5iAFaaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/huJQTHbo670/S220/P1010203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
