<?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-1470665088655003515</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:01:55.897-08:00</updated><category term='Lucy'/><category term='Summer is almost over'/><category term='SLEEPLESS IN CRITTERTUCKY'/><title type='text'>wacky walters</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of the Wacky Walters household, some of us or more wacky than others. A husband, a wife, an out of the house son, an in house daughter, 4 cats, a frog, a fish and a partridge in a pear tree...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-2168647148506723651</id><published>2011-01-13T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T11:15:29.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xanax</title><content type='html'>You know I've only done this blogging thing a few times ..like yesterday about my mom and secure..when I'm feeling extra emotional, sentimental...etc..etc.. but anyhow with all the crazy things that happen to me that I continue to tell friends and family about repeatedly because it's like this is Crazy this doesn't happen to normal people!!! And to those of you who don't get a chance to hear some of my stories let's begin with giving you a clue..my friend Sandy summed it up the other day talkin in the driveway laughing about another crazy thing that happened I'm sure..when she said I should have wondered about you when that goose landed on your truck..I'm like what? ohhhh yea forgot bout that one..lol..lol.. when first getting to know Sandy we were out in the parking lot when a big thump crash sound was heard I'm like what the Frank (as daughter would say) when looked in front of us on my truck someone had shot a goose and landed right on my car..To say the least we were speechless and laughing our asses off...so there you go..well I'm not ashamed or embarrassed to admit I have a little issue with depression and anxiety and fortunately or unfortunately and prescribed medication for and have been for years. Well the story is got my new refill for xanax Sunday ..2 before night and sleep like a log..no heart racing, mind racing, jumping around just good ole sound-full sleeping..well until now.. taking my xanax at night I usually sit it right on the table to where I sleep..so this is what I did again..welp here comes Monday night and no xanis...wtf..where are they? ok relax check where your other meds are..not there??okay what is going on? I haven't slept without a xanax for quite awhile and don't know how it would go..check the table again not there??then it hits me them friggen cats..(did I mention I have 4 cats..yea don't like to tell everyone I'm the crazy cat lady but yes I am) the two little ones take stuff all the time and play with find under couch, refrigerator, etc.etc. so now on the search..pulling in the back up husband and daughter lookin lookin nothing..oh well work and school tomorrow for them so I'll find them tomorrow with a fitful 2-3 hour sleep...Oh where oh where could they be start looking as soon as I get up till afternoon...No where..ok this is getting ridiculous now ..them damn cats..Now I've got to call the dr's office and try to explain this to them ..well to put it mildly it didn't work out so well..which I can't say that I blame them when someone saying "yeah man my cats ran away with my brand new bottle of xanax and could I get another one" uhmmm NO crazy cat lady we just don't hand those out...so oooohhhh what to do start looking again it's a mission and everyone who lives in this house is on it because if momma don't have her xanax were all going to be crazy....Needless to say it is now Thursday and guess what still lookin...still not finding..still not sleeping..Okay new stratgy call drug store maybe husband really didn't pick up my rx with his on Sunday and this is all an illusion..so ok crazy cat lady tells here tales(no pun attended) to the pharmacy lady on the phone..and guess what..? She's like right lady if your animals ate your whole bottle of xanax they would be dead..NONO you don't get it I say they just took them to play with the lids on it you dip..but now they've hidden them and I can't find them and I'm going thru withdraw can't sleep and NEED THEM..Well insurance won't cover you just got Sunday...oohh oh thats ok how bout out of pocket I'll do that..they are like mam "do you realize that those are a controlled substance and we would have to report to state if you tried to refill...WELL SHIT WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY THAT...look and look some more..Okay this is nuts ..I'm on these gd pills cause I'm not quite not nuts so why should I have to beg for them when the cats took them away:( So on last attempt back to drs. office the nice receptionist lady answers who I always talks to..she knows me she knows I wouldn't lie just because I'm in need of a fix..which I am..but it's because the CATS took them away..I proceed to tell her the story..Who in their right mind would make this SHIT up..I think she believes me..Is it possible..she says she'll talk to the doctor and see what she can do...So now I'm at the wait and see game waiting for the phone to ring..OOhh please ring...soon...to be continue..Oh by the way anyone want a Cat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-2168647148506723651?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/2168647148506723651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/2168647148506723651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2011/01/xanax.html' title='Xanax'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-4925393820526497438</id><published>2011-01-12T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:42:02.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secure</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 4 years now since my mom has lost full use of her leg and with that has also came the loss of her Independence of being able to drive to where ever she wanted to go..rather it be something she had to do (like her part time home health care aid position) or something she liked doing like stopping at garage sales with a few dollars in her purse on a nice sunny spring day. My mom cannot do these things on her own free will anymore, but rather she has to ask someone or hope someone offers to do them with her. That someone is usually me..while I have 3 brothers who live within an hour of her, I don't think she'd ever dare to ask one of them to come take her garage sailing or lets go up and look at the Goodwill and see if they got anything new in. While I do believe my mom's illness has brought all of us closer to her...and I've seen compassion and caring in my brothers eye's that I didn't know was there. But there has also been times I'm ashamed to say that I felt so resentful that I had to take her to the store(where she looked at every single thing like it was seeing it for the first time), or to doctors appointments, or to stop at the store and pick her up this or that..on and on..and during these times I'd jet off emails or txts to my brothers saying "I can't do this" try to convince her to move closer to you all so you can share in all this it's to much..persuading mom to do this was another thing...she tossed and turned over in head whether it was the right thing to do and what did I think? I bent my head in shame saying I thought it was a good idea..more people around to do for her..little did she know I was the one who started the whole thing of finding an apartment. With working with my brother who took her to different apartments to look at and mounds of paperwork to fill out..I was starting to think wow I'm still having to do all this stuff..so when the day came that an apartment had became available for her to move into weeks later..guess what? she decided she wasn't moving! Well blow me over..I think my brother who helped so much with this was as frustrated with that decision as I had been with everything over the last few years..But what could be done we couldn't force her..or could we. No we would never force her. So over the next few weeks I let myself calm down again and just gave in to she's not moving...so here we go again. Well it's been months since the apartment ordeal and I had drove over to mom's on a nice sunny winter day and asked if she wanted to go to Goodwill with me, she was like a kid asking if they wanted a bagful of candy. We get her around with her cane, her purse does she have her keys for the third time..she slowly makes her way down the ramp and into my car, fastens her seat belt and looks at me and says" You know why I didn't take that apartment? I was taken aback that she'd even mention it being so long ago..and she looked at me and said cause I couldn't take leaving you because you make me feel secure. I think that was the best thing in the world my mom could have said to me..I made her feel secure, what a power that is..I mean truly think about this..Honestly how many people in your life can you say makes you feel secure(an no cheating) I mean totally secure. I don't know about you but it is very far and few in my life. Every bit of bitching, moaning and groaning I had done over the last 4 years was magnified in my head a hundred fold..My mom did not want to leave me cause I make her feel secure. Those words will always hold dear to my heart and even though I may not always feel like having to do something for mom...I will never feel the way I did, because I want her to always feel that with me...Secure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-4925393820526497438?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/4925393820526497438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/4925393820526497438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2011/01/secure.html' title='Secure'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-2276302664075820481</id><published>2010-04-22T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:49:15.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Addiction</title><content type='html'>Realizing I'm spending way tooo much time on the computer...can we say addiction..so what am I doing writing on the computer.  Will's working, Lacey's at Courts and I'm home alone...again..I really need to find more to do in my life...unless this blogging thing and  doing facebook will transform me into a famous writer, computer expert, etc...alas I don't believe this is going to happen..and then I look and even question why I'm overweight when I'm probably spending up to 2 hours a day on the computer..I'm a computer NERD...lol..Oh when did it happen? How do I stop? What will I do if I stop? Clean, Exercise, work more? Blaaaaaah..so for now maybe I'll shave 15 minutes off my computer time, I'll try and we'll see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-2276302664075820481?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/2276302664075820481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/2276302664075820481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2010/04/computer-addiction.html' title='Computer Addiction'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-3562310169848230157</id><published>2010-04-22T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:38:32.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S9DPv0zJbUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MRFWqMef3ok/s1600/crazy+girl+who+loves+to+laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 61px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S9DPv0zJbUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MRFWqMef3ok/s320/crazy+girl+who+loves+to+laugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463094768534383938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-3562310169848230157?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/3562310169848230157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/3562310169848230157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S9DPv0zJbUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MRFWqMef3ok/s72-c/crazy+girl+who+loves+to+laugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-1333926438973367659</id><published>2010-04-19T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T04:53:58.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Days</title><content type='html'>Back to reality...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; morning..I have less than an hour to head off to work...arghhh...Lacey is already off and on the bus probably arriving at school already and Will has been up and at it for over an hour now..knowing I shouldn't complain since I will have the summer off but also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knowin&lt;/span&gt; I will have to save every penny I can find to have summer off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; have don't want to say spring fever because it's more like Summer fever so ready for school to be out and the pool to be open I hope it's a nice dry warm summer...many many days at the pool with one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt; Sandy we've been pool buddies from way back when..the pool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; would not be the same without her..I think back when we started hanging out together and how little our kids were now her daughter just turned 13 over the weekend and mine will be turning 13 next month...time flies when your having fun..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; I wonder when the kids are grown if it will be me and her as old ladies sitting (laying) at the pool together waiting on adult swim so we can get in and cool off without all those little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rugrats&lt;/span&gt; on top of us ...lol..I love my summer..I love the pool and I love my friend Sandy..Count down to the pool 6 Weeks...yahoo!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-1333926438973367659?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/1333926438973367659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/1333926438973367659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2010/04/pool-days.html' title='Pool Days'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-4734413920606987145</id><published>2010-04-16T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T04:45:29.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time marches on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S8hKIiaAeCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Xip9lsLUsYk/s1600/lacey+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S8hKIiaAeCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Xip9lsLUsYk/s320/lacey+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460696058722023458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor gave Lacey some clothes that his older teenage girls had out grown..Lacey seen this purple dress and said she was wearing this next year when the 8th grade goes to Washington(hopefully it fits by then lol) but we definitely had to snap this pic of her and of coarse I had to put a clip in her hair to make it look like an up-do. I just want to know when did this happen? My little girl turn into a young lady next month she will be 13...it's amazing to me how fast those years have went..it's hard to imagine Chris being that old let alone her. I'm still picturing Chris as 10 and bringing home a new baby Lacey from the hospital. I can say I truly know how my parents feel and felt watching their children grow up..the one thing I want to do though is try not to get overly mushy on letting them grow up but instead be happy encouraging on their lives changing and growing into new directions daily. Chris will be 23 in July and will be graduating from the  Navy's A School on June 25..and two weeks leave after that, so he will be stationed in a new location on his birthday..what an adventure he will have over these next few years. I can't even put into words how proud I am of him and the accomplishments he has made these last few months ..he is definitely a man now..My babies aren't babies anymore but beautiful special young adults who will grow a little more each day in one way or another for the rest of their lives...and time marches on..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-4734413920606987145?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/4734413920606987145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/4734413920606987145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-marches-on.html' title='Time marches on'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S8hKIiaAeCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Xip9lsLUsYk/s72-c/lacey+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-8521674207759113708</id><published>2010-04-03T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:38:17.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterpark</title><content type='html'>It's 6:30 in the morning and I'm waiting to wake everyone up to go to the waterpark..just checked out their website and it said to call before hand to make sure space is available Oh lordy lordy please let it be or I'm going to be the worst mom Ever..I'm calling at 7 and hoping I can speak to someone to double check for availability. Been checkin out some other blogs and looking at other peoples lives makes me want to uplift mine..quit thinking dreamin and start doing..and the pics oh some people are so good with takin pics..so I'm definitely taking some today. May even get some of mine and will's big butt..lol...oh please lord let me be able to go into waterpark with waiting till the last minute to call...please please....okay just called waterpark they said to call at 8..so pretty much this is the time were suppose to leave to head there..so what do we do If not open..got it take the girls to Build-a- bear..or somethin like that..will definitely make a day of it somewhere. Sitting here on the computer I have the window open in the kitchen it's 58 degrees outside( suppose to rain, hopefully the weather guy is wrong) and I hear the birds chirpin all spring time and all most summer..can't wait can't wait. Long days filled out the pool catchin those sunny rays...now if I could be 50 pounds lighter life would be great..80 pounds life would be marvelous........signing off shhhh. it's almost time to call waterpark...LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-8521674207759113708?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/8521674207759113708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/8521674207759113708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2010/04/waterpark.html' title='Waterpark'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-4899218093643565354</id><published>2010-03-31T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:32:40.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Guess what I'm back again already..I'm either really into writing (not) or really lazy and don't want to do anything but play on the computer..shhhh..it's the latter lol. Well suppose to be 70 degress today YAHOO!!!Anyone living in Ohio definetly knows the feeling of hitting 70 degrees and the sunshining after a long cruel winter it's like poppin the biggest happy pill you can find. Why is it the people who live in the north hate winter and the people who can't cut the heat live in the south..interesting question isn't it..well that sunshine is calling my name so I'm going to sign off from here for now...but you never know when I'll Pop back on...POP..lOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-4899218093643565354?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/4899218093643565354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/4899218093643565354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-what-im-back-again-already.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-2650185517884817049</id><published>2010-03-30T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:01:12.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S7JmMk02BxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tVdip9I_6m8/s1600/navy+graduation+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S7JmMk02BxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tVdip9I_6m8/s320/navy+graduation+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454534464928876306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely going through a mid-life crisis in my life right now. Son joined the navy, mother is showing her age, daughter is almost a teenager, one day I love my husband the next I'm ready to kick him out and divorce his butt and can't seem to get motivated or interested in anything in life anymore..is anyone else out there with me on this..lol...thats me lol..sometimes thats all you can do. I'm 39 years old and I think thats the time your full force into Mid-Life crisis..I'm looking at things differently and realizing hey I'm grown up and I don't like it one bit. My son has joined the Navy made it through boot camp is in A school to be a Medic and has a chance of being sent to Afghanistan and I definitely didn't sign up for that in my life. He is so mature much more than I ever was and much more than I am. I think maybe that's part of mid-life crisis seeing your child grown up and moving on with their lives without you..to all the moms out there who have little ones enjoy those moments of crying, yelling, tantrums because believe me they go fast. There is 10 years between my 2 children 22 and 12..son and a daughter, and there definitely is a difference between boys and girls or in my case there is. My daughter is very LOUD..anyone have one of those LOUD girls who has to say every single thing thats in there head..welp thats her...if she thinks it your going to here whether you want to or not..lol. She's a very smart, strong and stand-up sort of girl..which I'm definitely glad for that she speaks her mind and isn't afraid to say what she believes in and to tell you if your acting inappropriate ..boy I wish I would have been this way when I was a kid. Unfortunately I was like my son never quite sure of myself tried to just blend in and never really spoke up for myself..that's why the Navy is the best thing for him it's giving him confidence to be the best he can be, even the short time he's been in I can definitely see it. Changes ..my changes, our changes , his changes thats what life is all about and the older you get the more you realize this..Did I mention I just remember this account and haven't been on for months..maybe years..lol..there it is again. Anyhow needed to find something for myself and thought I'm going to try bloggin again, so if anyone finds this remotely amusing..I'm glad to give a little bit of something to someone and hopefully with my adult ADD I will start writing on a more regular basis about the changes that will continue to happen in the wacky walters household..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-2650185517884817049?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/2650185517884817049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/2650185517884817049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2010/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S7JmMk02BxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tVdip9I_6m8/s72-c/navy+graduation+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-2877374768696872739</id><published>2008-08-29T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:33:43.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>Were back at it..Work, school, homework,school papers and papers and papers, packing lunches. It's here again and this weekend it's official SUMMER IS OVER arghhhhhhhh. I'm back to work with 3 year olds for now and boy has that been, let me say interesting, you forget how young 3 year olds really are. When you think of your own children at 3 you think ahh they were so cute and innocent well it's not quite the same with 10 of them who aren't your own...lol Well I know been back to work less than 3 weeks and am already waiting for next years summer vacation. Damn I wish I would have been born rich instead of so DAMN HOT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-2877374768696872739?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/2877374768696872739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/2877374768696872739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-4993795276039483117</id><published>2008-08-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:23:19.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playtime with Missy the Cat</title><content type='html'>This is my Mom's cat Missy. She is quite the lover dover until it comes to someone invading her Cat house that she has, then she gets a lil Frisky. Lacey is trying to coax her into getting into her house and playing. I'm not sure who is having the most fun-Missy, Lacey or me and mom watching them both..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-4993795276039483117?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/4993795276039483117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/4993795276039483117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/08/playtime-with-missy-cat.html' title='Playtime with Missy the Cat'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-1867132954456252137</id><published>2008-07-31T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:20:45.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Passwords!***</title><content type='html'>It's 1:oo in the morning, can't sleep again:( What's new..I have to be up early to get my garage sale set up and going, so anyone reading this stop by. well anyhow checking out mindofmosgrove and was going to leave a comment on the kitten that she found and I'll be da*ned if it doesn't ask for my google password, well if you are like me you have so many different passwords that you can't remember which one goes to which account. So anyhow I'm searching through the desk drawer of thousands pieces of little sticky notes that has every password from the first computer we had 10-15yrs. ago. So new goal go through desk drawer,organize papers, have one place to write all passwords down and label alphabetically by account name. So to Mindofmosgrove the kitten is very cute and I'm glad it came to your doorstep and not mine...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-1867132954456252137?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/1867132954456252137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/1867132954456252137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-passwords.html' title='Damn Passwords!***'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-8960319077550290344</id><published>2008-07-30T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:09:42.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for Supper?   :(</title><content type='html'>One of my biggest downfalls is I hate to cook, hate it! hate it! I know that is not a good thing for a mother to say and worse than that I hate to go grocery shopping as well..I wish I wasn't this kind of women. I really would like to be the kind of wife(mom) who enjoyed chopping,dicing,baking,frying,boiling a big meal everynight(a regular Rachel Ray or Paula Deen), but alas this is not me, but today I've made up my mind. I'm going to surprise everyone by doing a major Grocery shopping trip at Walmart and then I'm going to keep my butt at home today (no pool, no Wiona) and actually COOK . Yep you heard it that nasty four letter word (that I try to never say). And I really mean really cook not throw some hotdogs in the microwave or a frozen pizza in the oven but make an actual meal meat, potatoes the works, heck  I may even whip up a Desert! Wouldn't that surprise everyone! So farewell my loyal Fast Foods Resteraunts and Goodbye to my favorite Friends, Frozen T.V Dinners for today I will be another Emeril, Bam!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-8960319077550290344?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/8960319077550290344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/8960319077550290344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-for-supper.html' title='What&apos;s for Supper?   :('/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-202055762183585720</id><published>2008-07-29T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:14:37.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a good friend</title><content type='html'>I'm so thankful that I'm friends with mindofmosgrove and I never want to go as long as we did with not getting together and talking..Love ya Sandy&lt;br /&gt;Your the best friend I've had in years and thanks for letting lace spend time with you and giving me a Break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-202055762183585720?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/202055762183585720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/202055762183585720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-friend.html' title='a good friend'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-3085878319750295042</id><published>2008-07-28T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:16:57.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer is almost over'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I hate more the Yucky months of Winter or August. Back to school month, end of summer month. I always get a little sad when August comes around, because I know another school year is starting. Summertime is coming to an end and children are going off to a higher grade , another year closer to High School Graduation...Yea I know some people say don't even talk about that or that's aways from now, but it really isn't as far as you think. I'm not sure who is having the hardest time with Lace growing up me or her. Since I haven't been working the last few weeks I think she has clung on to me tighter than ever and some of the things she does and says is like she's fighting growing up. Who can blame her!But I tell her "Baby it's goin to happen whether you want it to or not." I know I'm sounding depressing aren't I, well come this Saturday were going school shopping and Lace can't wait! I'm sure I'll be completely worn out and broke by the end of the day, but I know we will have a BLAST!!! So even though I'm bummed that summer is coming to an end, I'm glad that Lace is still excited to go school shopping with her Mom...Did I say I'd be broke by the end of Saturday:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-3085878319750295042?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/3085878319750295042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/3085878319750295042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-869882150023731166</id><published>2008-07-27T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:12:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that Chris is turning 21! I look back and say where did those years go..Even though Christopher and I don't always see eye to eye on things I only what want what's best for him. I want him to stop and think about the choices he makes can effect the rest of his life, so I hope he always does the right thing. I'm very proud of Chris and how well he has done in college, he is a very determined young man and can do anything he sets his mind to. I love you Christopher and I hope you have the BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-869882150023731166?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/869882150023731166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/869882150023731166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-8595560475419582711</id><published>2008-07-26T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:13:10.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/SIsDXVtBUkI/AAAAAAAAACs/sGq5i6LHxwI/s1600-h/bday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227275491991441986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/SIsDXVtBUkI/AAAAAAAAACs/sGq5i6LHxwI/s320/bday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Guess Whose 21? Happy Birthday Crisco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-8595560475419582711?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/feeds/8595560475419582711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1470665088655003515&amp;postID=8595560475419582711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/8595560475419582711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/8595560475419582711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/SIsDXVtBUkI/AAAAAAAAACs/sGq5i6LHxwI/s72-c/bday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-6874334741280408067</id><published>2008-07-24T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:58:49.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLEEPLESS IN CRITTERTUCKY'/><title type='text'>sleep what's that?</title><content type='html'>It's 2:00 already I was just in a middle of a dream I was kissing Brad Pitt by a crystal metalic stream....? Is that even the words??I'm going to beat my friend Sand having me get up this early to Blog lol. I'm hooked but I'm sure like other things it won't last(hehe) You know how that newness of things gets under your skin, your hooked, it gets you excited, you can't wait to get on(Kinda like sex use to be)and then Bam it's gone, where'd it go the fun and excitement is gone and you move on to the next hip new fun thing(wonder what that will be)?? Am I rambling uh yeah it's past 2:oo in the morning what do you expect..It's 3:oo already I need to get back to my dream hopefully I'm back kissing Bradd Pitt by a Crystal Magic(?) stream oh heck it's Bradd Pitt where ever he want's to be-Night Night blogging world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-6874334741280408067?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/6874334741280408067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/6874334741280408067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleep-whats-that.html' title='sleep what&apos;s that?'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-8138115898034310283</id><published>2008-07-24T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:46:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lacey's Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://meowmeowlacey.sampasite.com/default.htm"&gt;lacey's Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-8138115898034310283?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://meowmeowlacey.sampasite.com/default.htm' title='lacey&apos;s Site'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/8138115898034310283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/8138115898034310283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/07/laceys-site.html' title='lacey&apos;s Site'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470665088655003515.post-7511356695777756002</id><published>2008-07-24T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:06:35.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy'/><title type='text'>Bible School's Ending</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day for Lay's Bible School. She has enjoyed going every year since Preschool? Yesterday she said on the way there "mom this only goes up to 6th grade so this may be my last year to do this." It tugged at my heart realizing she's right, she's growing up to fast. I can't believe she's 11 years old, where did these years go. I can not even describe how proud I am of her, even though there are days she drives me CRAZY!! That's her dad coming out in her lol, i wouldn't trade her for a million dollars.  I Love you Stinky Winky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1470665088655003515-7511356695777756002?l=wackywalters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/feeds/7511356695777756002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1470665088655003515&amp;postID=7511356695777756002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/7511356695777756002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1470665088655003515/posts/default/7511356695777756002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywalters.blogspot.com/2008/07/bible-schools-ending.html' title='Bible School&apos;s Ending'/><author><name>wacky walters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610606261915686681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bcSRqv_88jo/S87k3cdSV7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Aa73Zv9tYU/S220/me+new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
