<?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-1558512331117607729</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:09:30.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bre-breslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1558512331117607729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bre-breslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626123166560259700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558512331117607729.post-2876053435426933057</id><published>2008-05-29T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:52:52.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just starting....</title><content type='html'>O.K., my sister is going to be so proud of me because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; finally writing in a blog!! I really don't like this kind of stuff, and I suck at writing but i want to write what is in my day so i can go back and laugh! My kids do things sometimes that makes me want to sell them but when i tell others about it they laugh and it makes me laugh about it too. i guess i will start with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;austin&lt;/span&gt;, who is 8 yrs old and going into the 3rd grade which is really weird for me. i love this child, but he is so impatient. today, he wanted to ride this mini motorcycle that his dad fixed for him ( i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; crazy and yes we will probably end up in the ER with it) but it was in the shed, locked up! i was doing what i always do (feeding the twins) when he got the key to unlock the shed. i told him to just wait on me and i would help. he insisted that he could do it. as he ran out of the room, i yelled, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; FORCE IT", well, he did force it and now half of the key is in the door. he hid from me beside the house crying because he thought i would beat him or something. i guess he thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a monster. so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; trying to teach him a little patience and that if he had just waited then he would be riding that motorcycle now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; also trying to teach him that he needs to come to me with his problems and not hide from me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt; is my other impatient child, which by the way i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; mention that these kids get it very honest, me and pate are very impatient. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt;, my 4 year old who acts like a 16 yr old girl with his attitude, wanted some breakfast this morning. what kills me is i will ask my boys, "are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; hungry?" and they say, "no"&lt;br /&gt; and so i go and feed the babies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; when they decide that they are hungry...but not 5 min. ago! so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; feeding the twins and i told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt; to wait until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; done. he goes into the kitchen, opens the refrigerator and gets the brand new jar of pickles and drops it on the floor. thank goodness it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; shatter, but the top flew open and pickle juice went all over my floor and fridge. my house smells like one big pickle! and it took a whole roll of paper towels to clean it up! now, i have to say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt; is a trip! he is one of the reasons i started doing this, because he says so many funny things that i will never in a life time be able to remember them unless i write them down. he is truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;peyton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. first let me just say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;brando&lt;/span&gt; loves to wear things backwards and inside out. i think he does it to annoy me. yesterday, i was using the bathroom, and you know your kids always follow you in there, and he said, "mommy, do you like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shirt&lt;/span&gt;?" and i said, "yes, but why do you always wear your shirts backwards?" and he said, "because i like it that way, woman". today, he was in the living room with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;austin&lt;/span&gt; and told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;austin&lt;/span&gt;, "get me a juice box, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;biotch&lt;/span&gt;" and yes he said it that way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;BIOTCH&lt;/span&gt;!! now we do not say this in our house but for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; he got a kid movie called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;zathura&lt;/span&gt;. there was a kid in that movie who said this! i got on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt; and told him he would never see his movie again if that was said again. but do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face after hearing a 4 yr old say that? i just know the twins are not going to have a chance with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;peyton&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;austin&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt; in the house!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1558512331117607729-2876053435426933057?l=bre-breslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bre-breslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2876053435426933057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1558512331117607729&amp;postID=2876053435426933057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1558512331117607729/posts/default/2876053435426933057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1558512331117607729/posts/default/2876053435426933057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bre-breslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-starting.html' title='just starting....'/><author><name>bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626123166560259700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
