<?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-211146025585134738</id><updated>2012-02-23T07:44:31.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tastie Truth...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-6092215383874215578</id><published>2012-02-23T07:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T07:44:31.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dreams...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a bad dream? One that involved your family and friends? And it just seems so real you couldnt believe it DIDN'T happen?! Last night I had a dream, a bad one. I couldn't get over how real it was when I woke up. Bad dreams can sure start off your morning rough. I am so glad dreams are just dreams, but when you are stuck in them its more of a reality then a dream. When I woke up this morning, everyone was still asleep. So I walked to each room, and just stared at my boys and husband. I almost had a whole new appreciation for them. I fought my hardest in this dream, and so did my husband. And I would do ANYTHING for my boys, and I actually felt helpless. I hate that feeling!&lt;br /&gt;Life is so short, and no one knows what the next minute holds. My dream could eventually become a real circumstance...praying it never does, but anything is possible. I was reminded last night as I was stuck in my dream, that you should never take your loved ones for granite. I am aware that most of you are aware of this, but let me remind you, no one is promised tomorrow. Who knows where you will be, who will will meet, and what lives you can and will change.&amp;nbsp; Tastie Truth is...make today a little different from any other day, tell people how much you love them. Take time to enjoy the small things in life. Laugh a little bit more, cry a little bit less. And by all means count your blessings. I'm starting with my boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-6092215383874215578?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6092215383874215578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/bad-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6092215383874215578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6092215383874215578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/bad-dreams.html' title='Bad Dreams...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-3040745049476027384</id><published>2012-02-21T19:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T19:37:52.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am a slacker...</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, yes I have been MIA for over a week! YIKES!!!! And I have been informed by my friends, that I am slacking on the whole blogging thing! At first I thought it would be easy to find time to write, or share interesting stories, but many times or not, laundry has called my name, two boys need attention, or I have planned something else that seems more important then the last. No more excuses...I will make time! If you take the time to check in and read, then I should take the time to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Extending hand to shake)... I promise to blog more. I will find time to write...even if I'm grumpy, dishes are calling, laundry is stinky, kids are fighting, husband needs something, eyes are shutting, body is tired, dog needs feeding, kids need baths, and so on! This super mom vowed to the blogger world that I would give my efforts, in which I have, but part time!!&amp;nbsp; I am making an out loud commitment to check in more, and express my view of the Tastie Trust! In closing I have Chinese food waiting for me! Goodnight and I will see ya tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-3040745049476027384?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3040745049476027384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-i-am-slacker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/3040745049476027384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/3040745049476027384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-i-am-slacker.html' title='So I am a slacker...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-3232966760289939489</id><published>2012-02-12T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T14:16:27.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sleep Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For the first time last night my boys slept over at my parents house. I thought for sure one of them would be calling us in the middle of the night, but they never did. What big boys I have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As a parent, especially a mom, we like to kiss our babies goodnight and tuck them in. I didn't think I would be so worried for them, even knowing they were in the best of care. After my parents took the boys, my husband and I decided to go to the movies. We were excited to get in and out of the car without delay, wait in lines while we watched other kids be crazy instead of our own, and just have some time to be Husband and Wife. During the movie, my mind was occupied. But as soon as we got home, and it was bed time, the house got too quiet. I didn't have any one to tuck in. No bed time stories. No last minute drinks of water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To some, you may say, "How nice!" And yes you are right, it was nice. But on any day, at any time if you were to ask me&amp;nbsp; I would say, I would rather have my kids by my side annoying me, then some where else. In all of Jordan's 7 years he has never spent the night anywhere, and in Ethan's 3 years he hasn't either. It was a big step for me and my husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Tastie Truth is, I was lonely last night. We were lonely. Our lives revolve so much around our boys that we were lost with out them. It was a glimpse of our future when they grow up and move out. Of course every now and then its ok for them to spend good quality time with grandma and grandpa, but at the end of the night, I sleep soundly knowing that my hands tucked them in and the last kisses they got were from me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-3232966760289939489?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3232966760289939489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-sleep-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/3232966760289939489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/3232966760289939489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-sleep-over.html' title='First Sleep Over...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-5280247867970519419</id><published>2012-02-10T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:43:02.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>Welcome once again to Family Friday! I have been thinking about today all week, wondering if I should continue with my past story, or take a brake and share with you someone who means the world to me! I decided why not share with you the one person that has been my biggest fan from the beginning of time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DV59uZEJdqo/TzWdQq1JN_I/AAAAAAAAADY/QgObI9IwOU8/s1600/monterey+2011+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DV59uZEJdqo/TzWdQq1JN_I/AAAAAAAAADY/QgObI9IwOU8/s320/monterey+2011+066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my DAD!! He is 64 years old! Things between us haven't always been amazing. My dad was a hard worker and a great father, and I believed I had the perfect family. But remember, when I was 9 my parents divorced, and from there it traveled slowly downward. Off and on I would see him, but he wasn't my number one dad, he left us and that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;When I learned that my mom was not going to come home from the hospital, I had to make a choice to live with my dad, or move out of state. I moved in with my dad at the time. It was awkward for me to be honest. I had so much built up anger and bitterness towards him it was hard for me. It seemed that my world was caving in slowly with my mom dying and the recent move with my dad. The emotions were building...&lt;br /&gt;And here is the part where I take a minute to explain something. What I am about to write is not an excuse or a cop out, I know the choices I made from the ages of 15-19 weren't the best, but losing a parent the beginning of my sophomore year, was heart braking. I don't think I have ever truly dealt with it, but I will say, what happened to me fogged my mind, and the choices I made weren't legit. Due to those choices that were made, and me being slightly immature, (but THINKING I knew it all), I moved out of my dads house, into this persons house, and then a friends house, and then a boyfriend, and so on and so fourth, until I met my husband. So you can imagine, once I left my dads for no good reason, our relationship was back to square ONE. Looking back now, of course I would change a million things, and I would probably slap myself, but since I cant go back, I accept the choices I made and I move on, knowing that who I am today, was due to the situations and experiences I conquered. &lt;br /&gt;I was living with my boyfriend (who is now my husband), and we had just had our first son. I was working one after noon and the phone rang. Boogy (hubby) said that my dad had stopped out on the ranch to sell&amp;nbsp; hay/feed for the cows. My dad knocked on the door, and my hubby answered. His mouth dropped. He and my dad never met, but he had seen pictures of dad and I. He introduced himself, and my dad was speechless. Then he grabbed my son, and introduced him. This is your grandson! OMG, I am so glad I wasn't there. My dad had no idea he had a grandson. But he grabbed him and held him tight. At that moment I think he let go of all the frustration and grief I had caused him. &lt;br /&gt;From that point on my dad has been nothing but the best. Our relationship took time to rebuild and the hurt took some time to dissolve, but God is good and works everything out. We both take responsibility for the way we treated each other, and we both look back now and say, what were we thinking? I hang out with my dad twice a week. He is my biggest fan. He supports us in everything we do! He is the best grandpa to my boys. He is not only my dad but he steps up as the mom too. He listens to my drama, or if I am feeling hormonal, he never ever judges! We both have grown so much really! He is so supportive in anything I want to do, and he treats people with such respect. He opens the car door for me when I get in the car AND no one ever does that anymore. He not only has fought in the war, which makes him a war hero...he is MY HERO!!!!!! MY DAD!!!!! MY BEST FRIEND!!!!! Thanks dad for everything you do for me, and loving me unconditional!! You are a perfect example of how to be the best parent ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-5280247867970519419?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5280247867970519419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5280247867970519419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5280247867970519419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DV59uZEJdqo/TzWdQq1JN_I/AAAAAAAAADY/QgObI9IwOU8/s72-c/monterey+2011+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-6948247406164743419</id><published>2012-02-08T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:44:04.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-ayBdczGRI/TzKXWI2oLpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iMsbnuoSmVI/s1600/2012-02-07+21.15.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-ayBdczGRI/TzKXWI2oLpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iMsbnuoSmVI/s320/2012-02-07+21.15.00.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who decided to make a bag of M&amp;amp;M's this BIG? Didn't they know I would sit here and eat it every day, all the time???? Its horrible. Its a 42 oz bag and I think I have consumed 40 oz of that bag! I will assume the other 2 oz were the kids and my husband! YIKES! I hate that I just admitted to eating all these....which puts me at the conclusion I should probably finish the bag, feel bad for a day, and work out!! Tastie truth is, I probably will finish the bag, enjoy the extra love handles that are slowly appearing, and NOT work out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Happy Wednesday! I LOVE ME SOME CHOCOLATE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-6948247406164743419?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6948247406164743419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6948247406164743419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6948247406164743419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/m.html' title='M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-ayBdczGRI/TzKXWI2oLpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iMsbnuoSmVI/s72-c/2012-02-07+21.15.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-5262276424506486968</id><published>2012-02-04T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:31:40.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GOOD MORNING SATURDAY! I have been waiting for you! The boys and daddy are watching cartoons, while I take some quiet time to write to you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know today is going to be great!!! The sun is out, warming up the world we live in, allowing us to enjoy the day more so then when its freezing out! My parents are going to take the boys to the park, which will give me some free time to get ready for our company tonight! We enjoy having people over, even if it is to watch the UFC fights! The girls and I usually sit and chit chat at the table while the men be men, yelling and screaming at the T.V..." HIT EM HIT EM!" Gotta love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am wishing you all a wonderful day! Count your blessings, and if you cant seem to find any...start with counting the sunshine as one! Happy Saturday Friends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-5262276424506486968?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5262276424506486968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/saturday-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5262276424506486968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5262276424506486968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/saturday-fun.html' title='Saturday Fun...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-5263866434327729945</id><published>2012-02-03T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:36:26.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Welcome Family Friday! I believe we left off two Friday's ago, where I had just found out my mom had cancer. Taking myself back to that day is like reliving a nightmare. From that point in my life, my whole thinking, and value of life itself changed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*Just a side note, please don't think I write you this for pity, or "woe is me", but these are tragedy's and experiences that changed my life, the good and the bad. It made me who I am today! And I want you to see my heart for what it is. So the Tastie Truth is,&amp;nbsp; I must share the past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mom started radiation shorty after they found the lump in her neck. I remember the lower underneath half of her hair fell out, but because she had shoulder length hair, it didn't show. I also remember the doctors tattooed a small dot on her chest, so they could line up the radiation lines on her neck and chest area. She hated that tattoo, despite the fact it was as small as a push pin head. BUT if you knew anything about my mother, she was very strict, proper, and well mannered. No piercings (besides the ears), and NO tattoos. She always would say, " Make sure to act like a lady!" She wore a locket around her neck every day to hide that tattoo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;About a year later, she was said to be in remission and we were beside ourselves!! We celebrated!! No more radiation, no more doctors poking and prodding. The smile on her face was the brightest I had ever seen! This was it, God answered my prayers! My mom was a hero, a soul that clung to life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT I must admit something, there was still a small worry inside my heart that this "cancer" would return. The question remained, would it come back to haunt us? Would it battle with my mom once again? I prayed day and night. One afternoon almost a year later, the phone rang. My mom answered, "Hello...this is she...I see, uh huh, ok." She hung up. Her eyes filled up with tears as she looked at me and said... ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Until next Family Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-5263866434327729945?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5263866434327729945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/family-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5263866434327729945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5263866434327729945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/02/family-friday.html' title='Family Friday...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-4777829116527102895</id><published>2012-01-30T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:36:40.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hello...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodness!!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt;It has been crazy trying to find a spare minute to say hello and share how my days have been! The boys have been sick now for a few days. It started with Jordan on Wednesday after school. And go figure it wasn't shortly after that Ethan came down with the same sickness as Jordan. Guess I cant be surprised since they share toys and drinks and whatever else their germy paws touch! LOL! But I am thinking with a little bit of antibiotics, life and the boys should be starting to get back on track!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt;I am sad I missed out on doing "Family Friday" for you, but with the doctors appointments, sick kids, and a pizza party&amp;nbsp; for Jordan's birthday, I haven't had a chance to take a breath. But I promise, I WONT miss another one!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt;I may never know how many of you read what I write, but I enjoy sharing my heart with others, it truly makes me happy!!! With that said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt;I am wishing you all a wonderful week, filled with happiness, blessings, and of course "The Tastie Truth!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_589510786"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-4777829116527102895?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4777829116527102895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/4777829116527102895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/4777829116527102895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-hello.html' title='Well Hello...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-2218223033444149190</id><published>2012-01-26T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:04:11.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear Son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today is YOUR birthday! You will "officially" be 7 years old at 11:35pm!! I cant believe where the time has gone. I remember bringing you home for the first time from the hospital. I can remember how nervous I was to be a mom. I prayed you would love me and I would be everything you ever imagined a mother would be.&amp;nbsp; I remember how small your hands and feet were, and I look at you now and cant get over how grown up you have become. You are turning into a little man. I want you to know just how proud I am of everything you do. I know sometimes I get upset with you, but please know I love you no matter what you do! I pray you grow up to be the man God wants you to be. I pray blessings on top of blessings for you through out your whole life. I love you more then you will ever know. You melt my heart with your creative ways and for just being 7, you amaze me with your wisdom. So baby, on this day when you are feeling so sick, I want you to know that you are my everything, and that mommy loves you so much. Happy Birthday to the best 7 year old boy I know!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-2218223033444149190?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2218223033444149190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2218223033444149190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2218223033444149190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-2523711966711828999</id><published>2012-01-24T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:36:49.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An apology...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After re reading my post from last night, I realized something. I am SORRY! How dare me have such a poor attitude. Its normally not like me to get so upset and feel defeated, and there is no excuse for it.&amp;nbsp; I understand that life is sometimes not easy and the bumps in the road really mess me up at times, but I have so many blessings! I have so much to be thankful for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SO my DVR is out, just means I can spend more time with the T.V. off, allowing me to play toys with the boys and have great conversation. It forces us to take it back to the way things used to be. The olden days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Also, with this whole health issue I am facing, I shouldn't be worried about the "what if's", I should be thanking God that He has already planned my future, which means I don't have to worry about it. This is a time for me to let go of myself, and trust completely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And a messy house...now who doesn't face that issue?! Instead of thinking of everything I have to do and all the cleaning I have to do, I should be thankful for the food I ate that made my dishes dirty, the toys my boys got for Christmas that makes their rooms an utter disgrace, and despite the fact I hate clutter, THANK GOD I have it. It keeps me busy LOL!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So the Tastie Truth is, yesterday I was feeling like the walls were closing in, but I met with God today and He told me not to worry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-2523711966711828999?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2523711966711828999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2523711966711828999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2523711966711828999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/apology.html' title='An apology...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-3551001941352097148</id><published>2012-01-24T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:19:31.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.M.G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is too busy! I'm too busy! I dont have enough time in the day to fit everything and everyone in. There is alot going on in my world lately and it seems as though I cant catch my breath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is one of my issues: My house is a wreck. I have been saying it for two weeks, and I cant seem to get it together. I honestly believe we didn't recover from Christmas. You literally cant see the kids floors in their rooms, my bedroom is packed with toys, and games! The only clean dishes in the kitchen are in my dishwasher. I just cant get it back to the way I had it. Every time I THINK I have time to do it, something else that seems more important comes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Secondly: I NEVER have health issues. EVER! My kids can be sick, my husband can hurt something, but ME...nope! Well I face something now, that could easily be nothing, and which I am sure everything will be fine. BUT it throws a wrench in my plan, my everyday living. Its something I cant NOT think about. It just adds extra stress to a "mom" who doesn't need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thirdly: As I am typing this to you, expressing my most truthful thoughts, my husband comes up to me and says, "Our DVR isn't working anymore!" I am thinking...REALLY?? Are you serious! My life is on my DVR! I don't do commercials. I enjoy pausing because I have two boys that need "mom" 24/7. But honestly After the day I had this is just proof it was doomed from the start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not feeling any better for telling you just SOME of whats going on, I am going to enjoy my dinner at 8:18pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Until we meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-3551001941352097148?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3551001941352097148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/3551001941352097148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/3551001941352097148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/omg.html' title='O.M.G.'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-4784663432755164296</id><published>2012-01-21T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T09:34:29.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to try out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cmMAxHE4LY/Txr1ELc6XGI/AAAAAAAAADA/bCTjvyLDrss/s1600/PF_08012012195926131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cmMAxHE4LY/Txr1ELc6XGI/AAAAAAAAADA/bCTjvyLDrss/s320/PF_08012012195926131.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For the first time ever, my lovely boo bear is going to play baseball. Today is try outs...and I think I am more excited then he is. Jordan has never played base ball, or T-ball! He has done soccer, but we are looking at a whole different game here. As a mom, I couldn't be prouder of my boo for stepping out and doing something new. I think he will enjoy it for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My heart melts when I see him accomplishing something. I get all teary eyed and become a baby instantly. As&amp;nbsp; moms we become so proud and excited to see our children enjoy them selves and become passionate about something. The joy of being "mom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And just a FYI, I will be the loudest cheerleader ever, so all you other moms better be ready!!! LOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enjoy your Saturday friends, a little windy but hey things cant always be perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-4784663432755164296?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4784663432755164296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-time-to-try-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/4784663432755164296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/4784663432755164296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-time-to-try-out.html' title='It&apos;s time to try out...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cmMAxHE4LY/Txr1ELc6XGI/AAAAAAAAADA/bCTjvyLDrss/s72-c/PF_08012012195926131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-8996905138710033654</id><published>2012-01-20T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:51:17.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famliy Friday...</title><content type='html'>I understand its a little late to be posting about Family Friday! And to be honest its almost midnight, but all day I have been contiplating what to write. It takes alot for me to dig up the past, which is one of the reasons I decided to do Family Fridays. Sometimes we need to face our past! Even if its painful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my parents divorced, I tried to accept the whole situation for what it was. In my mind my parents made a vow, not only to each other but to God. Why was it so difficult to keep that promise? &lt;br /&gt;Three years past, now I was 12. Life seemed to be on track again. A new routine was established, and the hurt of my dad leaving us was fading away.&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, my mom noticed a lump in her neck area (Lymph nodes) . After having many test and biopsys done, the conclusion was cancer. Mind you...I am 12 years old!!!&amp;nbsp; She had my grandparents come over one evening. She asked us to sit down and told us not to be afraid. "I have cancer," she said. My mouth dropped. What in Gods name was happening to my world?! I walked to the bath room, and quickly splashed cold water on my face as I broke down in to tears. A warm hand gripped my shoulder, and my mom looked at me and said "It will be ok, God is in control."&amp;nbsp; I cried. And cried. I was well aware of what this disease was capable of. It takes lives. People suffer. Hearts are broken. Nothing good was going to come from&amp;nbsp; where we were headed. I held on to my faith tightly, and began the roller coaster of a life time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next Family Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-8996905138710033654?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8996905138710033654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/famliy-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/8996905138710033654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/8996905138710033654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/famliy-friday.html' title='Famliy Friday...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-1462444385345052182</id><published>2012-01-19T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:08:42.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys are creative...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZnM0qg9sLQ/TxjZHopGWWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/67J6YTQm0ec/s1600/2012-01-19+18.51.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZnM0qg9sLQ/TxjZHopGWWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/67J6YTQm0ec/s320/2012-01-19+18.51.47.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am going to brag for a moment. My boys are so creative!! These are just a few items they have been building the last couple hours. I just adore them in every way!!!!! And those aren't Lego kits they put together, that is their own car, boat, helicopter and cannon building skills!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1642224184"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1642224185"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-1462444385345052182?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1462444385345052182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-boys-are-creative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1462444385345052182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1462444385345052182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-boys-are-creative.html' title='My boys are creative...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZnM0qg9sLQ/TxjZHopGWWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/67J6YTQm0ec/s72-c/2012-01-19+18.51.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-169332601454375517</id><published>2012-01-19T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:09:55.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Be Cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I always try to be positive and have a good attitude. But let me tell you how this morning has started off!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The boys and I had church last night, so when they get home its a snack and right to bed! Which leaves baths either for morning, or I leave them smelly and send them to school. This morning, I get out of the shower just to put the boys in. There was a lot of, "he is taking my water", "I'm cold", and a lot of yelling for "MOM!!" After showers its time to dry them off and dress them. You would think that's simple enough...NOT! Looking for some extra love I turn to my husband who is watching sports center and packing up to leave for work. I guess I shouldn't be irritated with him, but do they realize what us "moms" go through?! GEEZE! I hate to start my day off irritated and stressed with other issues as well as dealing with the boys! If I have to hear the kids fight one more time, I think I may turn into the INCREDIBLE HULK MOM!!! Tastie Truth...I'm grumpy! Happy Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-169332601454375517?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/169332601454375517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/trying-to-be-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/169332601454375517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/169332601454375517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/trying-to-be-cool.html' title='Trying To Be Cool...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-6749742704351253486</id><published>2012-01-17T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:23:27.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSAx8Eu37mY/TxXpLTPTkhI/AAAAAAAAACw/1ShpQWDBPVk/s1600/bowman+2011+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSAx8Eu37mY/TxXpLTPTkhI/AAAAAAAAACw/1ShpQWDBPVk/s320/bowman+2011+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let me introduce you to my oldest son, Jordan Chance. He will be 7 shortly, and I am still trying to figure out where the time has gone. He is my huger, my sweet sensitive boy. I adore how creative he can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jordan or boo as I call him, has a tender heart. He is super smart and capable of so much. When he was two to three years old,&amp;nbsp; he was beating my husband at video games....not sure some would brag about that, but having a child sit still for more then five minutes and understand exactly what he was doing, was a beautiful thing. And let me clarify, he didn't play games all day every day. He just naturally had the hand eye coordination and the ability to focus for long periods of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I try to be somewhat more gentle with Jordan then I do Ethan. Like I said before, my bub (Ethan) can take a joke, laugh about almost anything, he is care free, on the other hand, there is Jordan. He takes things to the heart, he allows pressure to get to him at times. He knows he is capable so he wants nothing less then his best to show. He has a sweet kind nature about him. But lets have some Tastie Turth here... lately my little lover boy, has had attitude. A lot of "no's", a little bit of stomping off and crying very loudly. Where he got it, I don't know. I don't enjoy this new attitude, but I know that life brings changes and as a mom I am going to be challenged beyond what I expect. I am going to try and embrace this attitude as a growing experience for both him and I. And Lord willing, he doesn't end up grounded for life. LOL! Happy Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-6749742704351253486?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6749742704351253486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/meet-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6749742704351253486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6749742704351253486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/meet-boo.html' title='Meet Boo'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSAx8Eu37mY/TxXpLTPTkhI/AAAAAAAAACw/1ShpQWDBPVk/s72-c/bowman+2011+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-7356052441918648979</id><published>2012-01-17T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:30:43.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some call it wierd, but i call it warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you ever been so cold you couldn't get warm? I'm talking about even in the house with the heater on. Your feet are cold despite the socks on your feet, your hands are slightly stiff but hanging tough since they are used often, even the sweater your wearing doesn't seem to be doing any good. Well no more of that for me. When I get cold I no longer waste time layering up. I simple grab my hair dryer, plug that sucker in and enjoy pure warmth that very second. I do it often! Some may call it weird but I call it warm. Next time your bundled up and cant get warm, just remember you could be as warm as you want to if you just TRY the hairdryer. I can even control how hot I want it and if I want a gentle breeze or powerful winds. And to be honest even the kids and husband will stop and steal some warmth. Don't judge til you try it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-7356052441918648979?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7356052441918648979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-call-it-wierd-but-i-call-it-warm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/7356052441918648979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/7356052441918648979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-call-it-wierd-but-i-call-it-warm.html' title='Some call it wierd, but i call it warm'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-4298723551097996938</id><published>2012-01-14T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:18:29.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't think you would believe me if I told you that my boys were watching football with my husband in the living room, and I was laying in my bedroom alone. Alone! And If the truth be known I'm on my third piece of chocolate and its delightful!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why is that? Why is it so much more delicious when I'm alone and&amp;nbsp; don't have grubby paws reaching for it and asking for more? Don't get me wrong I don't mind sharing, I tell my boys that constantly, but lets be honest here. Sometimes you just want to eat every single chocolaty bite in peace and quiet taking the time to truly appreciate that candy for exactly what it is and how it makes you feel! And since I'm being completely honest here, if the kids or even my husband were to walk in I would slowly slip it under the covers convincing them I had eaten it all. Mean you say? I call it saving their lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tastie Truth friends, is without a good piece of chocolate and a quiet moment to enjoy it, my children and husband would be miserable! If moms not happy...no one is! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-4298723551097996938?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4298723551097996938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/4298723551097996938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/4298723551097996938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-1071196533717431205</id><published>2012-01-14T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T08:42:37.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Friday</title><content type='html'>Since yesterday was busier then I expected, I didn't have a chance to do "Family Friday!" You must understand and I am sure you are aware, that life sometimes gets crazier then expected and things that we dont expect to happen...HAPPEN! With that said, lets begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I was younger, life seemed to be perfect. I had two amazing parents who loved my brother and I far beyond anything I could have imagined. We had our routine. Wednesday and Sunday we were in church, while other nights it was homework and family time. We lived in a two story house with a white rod iron fence that surrounded it. I never would have thought at the age nine, my life would be turned upside down. Things were going so smoothly, why would that change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one day my mom calling us down stairs to have a "talk." I remember telling my brother while were in the bathroom upstairs, "This is it, we are going to Hawaii!" (my mom promised one day she would take my brother and I) Naturally we were excited. We went down stairs, but this wasn't a happy talk. I could tell by my dads face that things weren't good. We sat down on the couch, and my mom looked at us and said, "Your father is walking out on us." My dad quickly stepped in. "No, I'm not walking out on you kids, things aren't working for your mother and I, so I'm going to move out for a little bit." My jaw hit the floor! Wait, where was the happy family I knew, what was happening?! I felt like I was living in a dream! The sad part was, it was REAL. My life, my world was turned upside down. WHY WHY WHY!?! My heart was broke. I was now a child of divorced parents.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point in my life, it was a snow ball effect. One thing led to another, it was one heart ache after the next. (will share more next Family Friday).&amp;nbsp; At the very moment they told me they were getting divorced, my whole world changed as well as my heart. I knew I had to be strong, and brave. Although I wanted to cry, I was determined not to show my hurt. The Tastie Truth is I was dying inside, and I wanted to run far away...and never look back. But I couldn't, that wasn't part of the plan, but then again, my parents weren't sticking to the plan of staying married forever. Who knew what would happen next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-1071196533717431205?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1071196533717431205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-friday_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1071196533717431205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1071196533717431205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-friday_14.html' title='Family Friday'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-1854437920331276729</id><published>2012-01-11T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:12:44.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Bub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4c2LQA-yM8I/Tw37k07BMFI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZVI_U0ex35Y/s1600/2011-10-23+12.29.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4c2LQA-yM8I/Tw37k07BMFI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZVI_U0ex35Y/s200/2011-10-23+12.29.11.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let me introduce Ethan Mays to you! This cute chocolate faced boy is my 3 year old. He insisted on eating this chocolate cup cake, but really I think he was all about the frosting. He melts my heart in more ways then one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Both of my boys are my world. But each of them are so different. One is emotional and sensitive, while Ethan or as I call him (Bub), is the funny guy. The "jokester." He is silly and makes funny faces. He cracks me up. My dad says, " I think he beats to a different drum!" BUT I say he is absolutely perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As much as my boys are the same I constantly remind myself they are so different. They require different care and attention. The way I deal with one, I cant deal with the other. But overall they are my hearts beat, no matter how they act, or what they say and do, they are equal to me and I love them both the same &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ps. Soon you will meet my 7 yr old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but its pick up time so I gotta run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-1854437920331276729?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1854437920331276729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/meet-bub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1854437920331276729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1854437920331276729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/meet-bub.html' title='Meet Bub'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4c2LQA-yM8I/Tw37k07BMFI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZVI_U0ex35Y/s72-c/2011-10-23+12.29.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-2005722253906112116</id><published>2012-01-11T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:54:51.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0eqS9CtUNI/TwywmUsDTdI/AAAAAAAAACg/4fMXhMADBVs/s1600/IMG_4716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0eqS9CtUNI/TwywmUsDTdI/AAAAAAAAACg/4fMXhMADBVs/s320/IMG_4716.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofXhGE2NFjs/TwywPfKDFxI/AAAAAAAAACY/ShF2dfvey1c/s1600/PF_08012012195926131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet some of my girlfriends! Or a shadow of them if you will. These three gals, and my son in the middle of course, have made such an impact on my life. These are girls that I have laughed with and cried with. Our children go to the same school so I see them every morning and every afternoon! I enjoy their company, and I adore each one of them in their own unique way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are a very important part of living life. I truly believe that we all need a good friend or two, especially if your a mom with kids Lol!&amp;nbsp; We all need a brake, and we all need a friend. One we can trust 100%, call in the middle of the night, one that will share their chocolate, and their heart! Friends are special people. They can hold us accountable, lift us up, pray for us, walk with us, and stand by us. They can also be brutally honest! Friends are those special people who leave a huge mark on your heart, and have an impact on your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Tastie Truth is, I am blessed to have amazing friends! They have touched my life in so many ways. I am forever grateful for their friendship! Thanks "friends" for being YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-2005722253906112116?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2005722253906112116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2005722253906112116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2005722253906112116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0eqS9CtUNI/TwywmUsDTdI/AAAAAAAAACg/4fMXhMADBVs/s72-c/IMG_4716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-2929947507736948876</id><published>2012-01-09T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:04:25.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good morning friends! Our weekend was wonderful! The weather was also beautiful, which allowed us to go to the park and have some fun! Its slightly harder for me on the weekends to keep up with you, and for that I am sorry! I really do have lots to say, but finding time when the kids and hubby are home is rough. I promise to do better!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The week ahead is busy! From yearbook projects, to dentist appointments, to choir and more, the week is jammed packed! Bright side is the days fly by and the weekend will be here again before you know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am wishing you all a wonderful Monday! Smile, life is good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-2929947507736948876?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2929947507736948876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2929947507736948876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2929947507736948876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun!'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-6253386751059424171</id><published>2012-01-06T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:06:19.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Friday</title><content type='html'>I couldnt think of a better way to start off Family Fridays, then to share with you the exact moment I fell in LOVE with my husband!&lt;br /&gt;I had met my&amp;nbsp; future husband years before, and we became best friends. He was my right hand man, my partner in crime, and my gym buddy. No love business there. We started hanging out less and less since I had a "boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;I was dating a radio station host at the time. We had been together for a few months. I remember starting to feel a little unhappy. And I mean unhappy like something was missing. He was a good guy, but my heart knew that this wasnt the one I would spend my life with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my boyfriend and I were driving back on I-5. I remember staring out the window as we passed Dennys. All I could think about was my best friend, who I hadn't seen in a few, and how we hadn't really hung out. I missed him. All of a sudden, and this is no lie, my heart skipped a beat. It was like a lightbulb popped up over my head and I actually lost my breath a little. I thought to myself, "How could you be so blind, so stupid?!"&amp;nbsp; I realized the guy I loved as a friend, was really the guy I was IN LOVE with. Right then and there I broke up with my boyfriend. I didnt explain anything! He took me home and&amp;nbsp; we never talked again. I didn't have time to be sad, I knew the guy I would spend my life with was at home and I needed to tell him how I truly felt.&amp;nbsp; I drove right over to his house. I walked in and explained exactly what I just wrote above. He was laying on the bed and sat up. He looked at me and&amp;nbsp; in all seriousness and honesty his response was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I loved you all along, and I knew you would see that you loved me too! It was all about time!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-6253386751059424171?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6253386751059424171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6253386751059424171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6253386751059424171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-friday.html' title='Family Friday'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-1993400764723560467</id><published>2012-01-05T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:03:14.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digg'n Up the Past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have been thinking of a way to share with you some of my past stories and experiences, heart aches and achievements. Not every day do I wanna talk about the past, nor do I think YOU want to read about it. So I figured I would do "Family Fridays!" I will write about random events and stories that have taken place in my life. Some very happy stories, and some very devastating. But how can we ever relate to each other if you don't know who I am!&amp;nbsp; Some may already know what I have to say while others are wondering whats to come. I hope by writing the Tastie Truth on Family Fridays, it touches a life, brings hope to a weary soul, or maybe its just good old entertainment. I'll let you be the judge of that! With that said, I welcome FRIDAY as a way to share my heart on a deeper level!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-1993400764723560467?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1993400764723560467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/diggn-up-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1993400764723560467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1993400764723560467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/diggn-up-past.html' title='Digg&apos;n Up the Past...'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-8710182763829038921</id><published>2012-01-03T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T17:40:01.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will admit something for sure, today has been amazing. With all the birthday wishes and extra love from my friends, to my son bragging to everyone that its his "moms" birthday, to my husband treating me like a princess...every part has been great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Birthdays only come once a year, so why not live it up! Besides shopping, which can never be boring, I did nothing today. N-O-T-H-I-N-G! I deserve it. Its the one day I can demand most of whatever I want without any grief! The Tastie Truth is I am truly blessed. Not only with another year to add to my age, but family and friends who go the extra distance just to make a mark on my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-8710182763829038921?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8710182763829038921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/8710182763829038921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/8710182763829038921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-5947177166437562460</id><published>2012-01-02T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:49:27.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Vaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is it! School is back tomorrow, which may I add, is my birthday! :) I just love when the kids are on brake. Sometimes I eat my words when they are fighting and I wanna duct tape them together and run...but for the most part they keep each other busy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had date night with my honey last night! I almost forgot how to be "Me" and not "Mom". I wanted to cut my husbands bites up for him, or wipe his messy mouth, lol. Time away from the boys is necessary! The Tastie Truth is it renews your spirit, takes your mind off of the worries of life for just a minute, and gives you a moment to fall back in love all over again. We all need that every now and again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We will be taking Christmas down today! Sad to see it go, but on with the new year!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-5947177166437562460?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5947177166437562460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-bye-vaca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5947177166437562460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5947177166437562460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-bye-vaca.html' title='Good Bye Vaca'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-6140343509623145676</id><published>2012-01-01T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:04:06.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear 2011,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You were good to me. You were good to my family and for that I thank you! There were times of struggles and times of heart aches, but overall you treated us true. I am excited to see you go, since you are bringing 2012! A new year, with new ideas, new changes, and of course new resolutions and goals. I ask you 2012, to be good to us. Be gentle on our family. I trust 2012 will be a better year then 2011. So in closing, thank you "year" for being you. Its been fun, but I am ready for something new! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-6140343509623145676?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6140343509623145676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6140343509623145676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/6140343509623145676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year....'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-7942939145718527185</id><published>2011-12-30T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:06:38.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battery Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, well, well here is the real dirt...I couldn't have been in a more irritable mood today. No lie! From the moment I woke up, I felt it. I even tried to lay back down and get up on the other side of the bed, but no luck. Doomed! I Figured uploading pictures to the computer this morning couldn't be that hard, plus its something I needed to do. Again....doomed! Nothing could have gone right. Although I'm sure a lot of it had to do with my attitude it still was rough!!! Later I sat there feeling slightly guilty for my behavior and my patience with the kids. I was uglier today then most. Maybe it was the dentist work, I was slightly sore, or maybe it was being over tired, regardless the excuse it wasn't ok to be that kind of example. I knew what I had to do! Sucking up my pride is hard for me to do, then being "supermom" on top of that makes the pride thing worse. But the Tastie Truth is, I owed the boys an apology. Despite my pride and being "mom", I needed to show them the right thing to do. It stinks having to tell the kids how sorry I was for being short with them today and not really being fair to them, but I believe they learned a valuable lesson. Sometimes you need to stop and say your sorry no matter what you did, who you did it to and who you are. Until morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-7942939145718527185?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7942939145718527185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/battery-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/7942939145718527185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/7942939145718527185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/battery-low.html' title='Battery Low'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-5888080228661768817</id><published>2011-12-30T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T09:08:40.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDyiytVEgHI/Tv3uADnLXSI/AAAAAAAAABM/9AvlEYt1EQE/s1600/monterey+2011+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDyiytVEgHI/Tv3uADnLXSI/AAAAAAAAABM/9AvlEYt1EQE/s200/monterey+2011+002.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBuBk_Q4vUA/Tv3u0kMVlgI/AAAAAAAAABY/jH5UHXfLNjA/s1600/marchapril2011+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBuBk_Q4vUA/Tv3u0kMVlgI/AAAAAAAAABY/jH5UHXfLNjA/s200/marchapril2011+018.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Remembering that I am not the typical Blogger, I have been trying to figure out how to be a little more personal and add some pictures of my boys! On the top you will see my 6 year old, Jordan, and on the bottom is my 3 year old Ethan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-5888080228661768817?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5888080228661768817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/remembering-that-i-am-not-typical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5888080228661768817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/5888080228661768817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/remembering-that-i-am-not-typical.html' title=''/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDyiytVEgHI/Tv3uADnLXSI/AAAAAAAAABM/9AvlEYt1EQE/s72-c/monterey+2011+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-2895305597046397161</id><published>2011-12-29T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T09:11:37.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak'n a Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I tried to put the boys to bed early, with the intent of gathering up my super powers and preparing for another day. I thought to myself, what a perfect time to get cozy in bed, watch a Dvr show, and play with my new Christmas gift.... the Kindle Fire! So anyways, I put my feet up, the blankets were warm....I even had some chocolate....yay i was comfy!!! Not fifteen minutes later, my door slowly creeps open. Knowing very well it wasn't a ghost, I say, "yes son?" (which included a huge sigh.) Needless to say as I'm writing on this new handy device, we are both snuggled down in my bed watching Wow Wow Wubbzy. Even though I'm not getting my alone time, I'm cuddling with my Boo who obviously needed some extra love before bed! Not to mention the fact I'm sneak'n a minute to check in with some Tastie Truth!!!!! I love my boys! No matter how much alone time I may want, I'm constantly reminded how precious they are and how there will come a time when he will no longer want to jump in bed with me and cuddle. So here's to enjoying our little ones and all their needs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-2895305597046397161?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2895305597046397161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/sneakn-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2895305597046397161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/2895305597046397161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/sneakn-minute.html' title='Sneak&apos;n a Minute'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-8691656384579826463</id><published>2011-12-29T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:47:20.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap, Krackel, Pop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good Morning! I swear the nights go by so fast. I could use another 6 hours of sleep! Even when I go to bed early, I am still slightly tired in the morning. I will blame it on being a mom, wife, secretary, maid, cook, bill payer, and taxi. Although that maybe an excuse it makes me feel like I should get 15 hours of sleep instead of 8! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I have a dentist appointment! Not looking forward to that. The drilling sound, the popping, the snapping...yikes! If I didn't have to be a good example to my children, I would never see a dentist, and I probably would have no teeth!! Lol! But when push comes to shove, I don't have a choice. Although last time I was there, I sat right next to the door.....debating on running for my life or being a big girl. I cant say I was a big girl, but I did stay! So wish me luck as I take on one of my biggest fears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lastly, I wanted to add something that made my heart melt this morning. As I laid in bed, my younger one called for me to get him out of his crib! So like I do every morning, I went in and picked him up. I told him to go potty, then to meet me in my bed. He crawled up and laid next to me. He put his feet up on my legs and snuggled down with blankets. He looked at me and said, " Tell me a story about furfs!" I laughed! He said, "mom, just pretend! tell me about furfs!" Thank God I knew what he was talking about so I started to tell him a made up story about SMURFS. When I was done telling him the same story I always tell him, because I am a mom who's imagination has run thin, he hugged me, and said, "I just love your stories about furfs!!" My heart melted! Its the same story, the same everything....and he still thinks its magical when I tell him! Awww...the Tastie Truth is so sweet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-8691656384579826463?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8691656384579826463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/snap-krackel-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/8691656384579826463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/8691656384579826463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/snap-krackel-pop.html' title='Snap, Krackel, Pop!'/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211146025585134738.post-1526380807416587221</id><published>2011-12-28T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:33:23.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First off, I want to make it known, I know very little about blogging. Just recently my friend was chatting bout different types of blogs. I thought, "What a great idea!" But what is a blog? Lol! So after some experimenting, and debating on what I was gonna blog about, I think I may be ready to get started!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let me introduce myself. I am known as "MOM"! I have two boys that I DEARLY love. One is 6, almost 7, and the other one is 3! Boy do they keep me on my toes. I myself am 28. Sometimes I think my husband is the youngest of the boys, BUT I will never admit to saying that. I love my family more then life itself. They make my every day a new adventure. Fortunately for me, I get to stay home with my children. Some may think that is a curse, while others think its a blessing. I think ultimately its a blessing, but at times I curse it. "Tastie Truth", will not only tell our story as a family, but exploit the truth about being a mom. I hope you enjoy this new found inspiration I have. I will do my best to keep you by my side throughout the entire blogging adventure!I hope you enjoy it as much as I hope I do. Laundry is calling, and so are the kids. Until next time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Mom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211146025585134738-1526380807416587221?l=tastietruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1526380807416587221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-off-i-want-to-make-it-known-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1526380807416587221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211146025585134738/posts/default/1526380807416587221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastietruth.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-off-i-want-to-make-it-known-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Heart of  "Mom"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082378178513788961</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/-Idd7aROG8TE/TwKitjOqVrI/AAAAAAAAABs/yTX0qkK04OU/s220/Photo0933.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
