<?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-7027182840068285377</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:21:20.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Up's &amp; Down's</title><subtitle type='html'>These are the moments in my life that are worth sharing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-9179476988713578955</id><published>2009-04-01T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:44:11.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years old today!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SdOnV-QIf1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/D8m84AeuYtQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SdOnV-QIf1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/D8m84AeuYtQ/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779580784443218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SdOnMV0GK6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/-MKFmMdtiTc/s1600-h/IMG0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SdOnMV0GK6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/-MKFmMdtiTc/s320/IMG0736.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779415310609314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you are 5 today.  God gave me a miracle when he gave me you!  I am so grateful that he did.  I am a much better person because of you!  I could not ask for a better son.  You are so full of love and happiness. I pray that God keeps those things within you.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My SON &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:  Jo Denson&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the song that my heart sings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to give you everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you wings to fly as high as you can go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That someone always loves you and that you always know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you can always find laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that you will live happily ever after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would give my life for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what we have to go through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're in my heart and make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are with me all the while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son of my heart, son of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beloved Joseph, you keep me whole!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Joseph for being the best son a mom could ever have!  I love you kiddo!  Happy 5th birthday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-9179476988713578955?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/9179476988713578955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=9179476988713578955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/9179476988713578955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/9179476988713578955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-years-old-today.html' title='5 years old today!~'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SdOnV-QIf1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/D8m84AeuYtQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-2779228461793621687</id><published>2009-03-30T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:19:45.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break came and went</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SdEa8zjeMjI/AAAAAAAAANw/c9qjrsz1giQ/s1600-h/IMG0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SdEa8zjeMjI/AAAAAAAAANw/c9qjrsz1giQ/s320/IMG0581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319062266834727474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who moved the clock really fast and made the last 7 days fly by?  This spring break we went and visited Disneyland.  I truly love Disneyland.  It's the one place in the world where you really don't have to grow up.  Everyone can act like a kid.  Too bad, it went really fast!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mickey for the wonderful memories!  We will definitely return.  This year, Joseph was tall enough to ride most of the major rides.  He is 43 inches tall!  In two days, my baby will be 5~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-2779228461793621687?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2779228461793621687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=2779228461793621687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2779228461793621687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2779228461793621687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-came-and-went.html' title='Spring Break came and went'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SdEa8zjeMjI/AAAAAAAAANw/c9qjrsz1giQ/s72-c/IMG0581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6752163485097177221</id><published>2009-03-16T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:05:43.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary, Bruce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/Sb54TdRAFZI/AAAAAAAAANo/69lw0l6MNkk/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/Sb54TdRAFZI/AAAAAAAAANo/69lw0l6MNkk/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313816886012548498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bruce:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because in everything I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You always have a part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because a loving thought of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Is always in my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because of each little wish of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You've tried to make come true--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;On this day, OUR day, I want to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;How dearly I LOVE YOU!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Three years ago today, we stumbled into one another's life.  Both of us looking for just a friend.  Little did we know that not only would we find a wonderful friendship, but a great romance too.  The years have not been easy, but I wouldn't trade those days for anything in the world.  At my worst, you love me the best and forever I will be grateful.  You are the man I will grow old and will stand beside for the rest of my life!  You truly are my best friend and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6752163485097177221?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6752163485097177221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6752163485097177221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6752163485097177221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6752163485097177221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-anniversary-bruce.html' title='Happy Anniversary, Bruce'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/Sb54TdRAFZI/AAAAAAAAANo/69lw0l6MNkk/s72-c/IMG_0317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-2061583021389398804</id><published>2009-01-30T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:54:45.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May you rest in peace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="55%" valign="bottom" class="Large Heading TopPadSmall"    style=" font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;  border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  line-height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:93%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My grandparents were married for 60 years when my grandfather passed away.  I am at peace knowing that they are once again reunited with each other!  May they rest in peace.  May my father find comfort in the memories that live within his heart.  God Bless you, Grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corina (Armijo) Acosta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="1%" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 93%; line-height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="44%" align="right" class="TopPadSmall" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 93%; line-height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" class="Large Heading" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: maroon; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 93%; line-height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;1923-2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" class="Notice TopPadSmall" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica; text-align: justify; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 93%; line-height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/Cobrands/CurrentArgus/photos/82f92d8e-0ec6-4c93-89b3-ac07fdde9568.jpg" align="LEFT" vspace="4" hspace="10" style="border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;Corina Acosta, 85, of 10th Street, passed away Wednesday, Jan. 28, at Carlsbad Medical Center. &lt;br /&gt;Visitation will be 4-7 p.m. today (Jan. 30) at San Jose Catholic Church. A vigil is scheduled for 7 p.m. today (Jan. 30) at San Jose Catholic Church. Mass of Christian Burial is scheduled for 10 a.m. Saturday at San Jose Catholic Church with Fr. Valentine Jankowski, OFM Conv. officiating. Interment will follow at Carlsbad Cemetery. Denton-Wood Funeral Home is in charge of the arrangements. &lt;br /&gt;Corina Acosta was born June 15, 1923, in Carlsbad, to Fred and Reyes (Rodriguez) Armijo. She attended school here in Carlsbad. Corina married Manuel Acosta on Jan. 13, 1946. She worked in numerous retail stores while also raising her children. Corina was proud to open Corine's Bridal Shop in 1974, which she operated many years until her retirement. She was preceded in death by her parents; husband, Manuel Acosta; and brother, Albian Armijo. &lt;br /&gt;Survivors include three daughters: Chris Sillas and husband, Manuel of Carlsbad, Carol Garcia of Carlsbad, and Evelyn Lane of Carlsbad; four sons: Joe M. Acosta and wife, Sara of Flora Vitsa, N.M., Armando Acosta of Carlsbad, Cecil Acosta of Las Vegas, N.M., and Rudy Acosta and wife, Ester of Rio Rancho; 21 grandchildren; 35 great-grandchildren; 11 great-great-grandchildren; two sisters: Cinderella Carrasco of Roswell and Cruz Biscaino of Carlsbad; and numerous nieces and nephews. Pallbearers will be her grandchildren.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-2061583021389398804?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2061583021389398804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=2061583021389398804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2061583021389398804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2061583021389398804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/may-you-rest-in-peace.html' title='May you rest in peace!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-841557606575756854</id><published>2009-01-22T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:44:14.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder this...</title><content type='html'>More people in China speak English than in the United States.  (Not surprising!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No President of the United States was an only child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;101 Dalmatians and Peter Pan are the only two Disney movies where both parents are present in the movie and don't die throughout the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.  (WOW!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donald Duck cartoons were banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Saudi Arabian wife can divorce her husband if he doesn't give her coffee.  (Wonder if we women could do this, if they didn't bring us Starbucks?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kotex was first manufactured as bandages, during World War II. (to think some men won't go and buy them out of fear!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non-dairy creamer is flammable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The airplane Buddy Holly died in was named "American Pie" thus the name of the Don McLean song.  (Now I get the song!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first known contraceptive was crocodile dung, used by the Egyptians.  (Glad I wasn't an Egyptian!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some things to ponder!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-841557606575756854?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/841557606575756854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=841557606575756854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/841557606575756854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/841557606575756854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/ponder-this.html' title='Ponder this...'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-2652135502142514438</id><published>2009-01-21T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:51:58.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPECT, What happened to it?</title><content type='html'>First, let me begin by saying that I am not a staunch democrat or republican.  I look to each candidate and their stance before voting.  I have been known to vote for both political parties.  With this being said, I have to comment on the behavior of people who call themselves Americans.  Yesterday was a defining moment in history.  An African-American took the oath for presidency.  I think this is wonderful.  I think it speaks highly of our Country.  We are able to break down all the barriers and look to a person rather than their skin color.  However, as one man took office, another left.  It is to my understanding that prior to the inauguration a large group of people took part in throwing shoes at the White House and singing hey, hey, hey good-bye. &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/washington/2009-01-19-shoes-white-house_N.htm?csp=34"&gt;(USA Today)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/01/19/bush-protest-shoes-thrown_n_159223.html"&gt;(Huffington Post)&lt;/a&gt; When I read this and then heard it again on the news, I was appalled.  I am still appalled.  What is wrong with people?  Whether I like the job the man did or not is irrelevant.  He is a human being who deserves respect.  Isn't that what we teach our children and what our parents taught us?  He may be leaving office at a time when things in this country are not economically well, but do I need to remind people that this man was elected not once, but twice.  We saw this man act in difficult times (remember September 11th), we saw this nation have years of economic growth.  President Bush was not a man who looked at poles or sought opinions, he was man who made decisions.  I do not think anyone who steps into the role of President purposely does a bad job.  They do the best they can.  I personally would like to thank President Bush for the job he did. I read a blog recently of man whose son died serving our Country in Iraq. (in fact his son's unit lost several men)  This man did not agree with President Bush and felt that as a President, he wasn't doing a good job.  However, he never criticized the man or blamed him for the death of his son.  The White House contacted the families of this unit and explained President Bush would be at the memorial for the men who died.  They said he would be on a tight schedule.  Well, it seems President Bush spent several hours talking with these families individually.  In addition, there was one particular mom, who couldn't make it to the memorial.  Well, months passed and she is phoned and asked to come to the White House.  Did the media report any of this?  (see the attached link to see the full story) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redstate.com/mbecker908/2009/01/13/thank-you-mr-bush/"&gt;Thank You Mr. Bush&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many people allow their opinions to be based off what the media says.  (Here's a clue, bias, if you aren't sure what it means, see a dictionary)  Better yet, visit a 5th grade classroom where we teach bias, propaganda, and media techniques.  Instead of basing your opinions off what the television reports, do your own research.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I would like to thank President Bush and Mrs. Bush for a job well done! Please continue to hold your head high!  For the most of us in the United States, we know what respect is and you deserve the upmost respect!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-2652135502142514438?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2652135502142514438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=2652135502142514438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2652135502142514438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2652135502142514438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/respect-what-happened-to-it.html' title='RESPECT, What happened to it?'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-8885840299229829586</id><published>2009-01-20T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:38:15.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Robin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SXZDAzZXC9I/AAAAAAAAANY/EdDg4xXvZls/s1600-h/a_dc2790354dc6c5b5069fe3b8255c5cc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SXZDAzZXC9I/AAAAAAAAANY/EdDg4xXvZls/s200/a_dc2790354dc6c5b5069fe3b8255c5cc9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293492093096233938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 34th Birthday my dear friend.   We have been through a lot over the years but, one thing stays true and always will, our friendship.  I appreciate you and the things you have helped me overcome throughout the years.  You are an amazing woman, daughter, mother, wife, and friend.  I couldn't let today go by without telling you how important you are to me.  I know there are many miles that separate us, however, I am truly grateful for our friendship!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Best Friends are like stars, you don't always see them, but you always know they are there"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-8885840299229829586?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8885840299229829586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=8885840299229829586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8885840299229829586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8885840299229829586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-robin.html' title='Happy Birthday, Robin!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SXZDAzZXC9I/AAAAAAAAANY/EdDg4xXvZls/s72-c/a_dc2790354dc6c5b5069fe3b8255c5cc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-8559061490961071758</id><published>2009-01-11T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:06:48.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, it's been awhile.  Life has continued on course as before.  Joseph is growing bigger and smarter every day.  My beautiful niece is already sitting up and it won't be long until she is walking.  Bruce is still as hard working as ever!  Work is about the same.  New students who bring me a challenge and that's why I love teaching.  Brian is going to school and is truly working hard in life.  I am proud of his decisions thus far and hope that he continues to make the right choices.  Brandon tried school and well, it wasn't his thing.  He is still working as a cook and seems to like it.  What cracks me up is he cooks all day and does a good job, why does he burn eggs at home?  Bruce III recently found someone new to share his life with.  Her name is Elizabeth.  I wish them all the luck in the world.  Brent is doing well, seems to be maturing some. He too is working and seems to like what he does.  Brittney, well what can I say.  She still isn't speaking to me and recently made some post to her myspace about step mothers and if they don't want the kids, why do we marry their fathers.  What's funny in all of this, is it has and continues to be her choice.  I have welcomed all of Bruce's children in to my life.  I think of them as my own.  So, I personally think I should get the step monster of the year award.  Better yet, I think anyone whether man or woman, who chooses to openly accept their partners children should receive awards.  So, to all you out there who have opened your heart, this posts for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SWpQpIqnHAI/AAAAAAAAANI/xlB1dYBPsBo/s200/blue-ribbon.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290129379931134978" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-8559061490961071758?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8559061490961071758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=8559061490961071758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8559061490961071758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8559061490961071758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-2009.html' title='New Year 2009'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SWpQpIqnHAI/AAAAAAAAANI/xlB1dYBPsBo/s72-c/blue-ribbon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-1575321301197672678</id><published>2008-08-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:31:39.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE TO</title><content type='html'>I have to post this message! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruce, the love of my life has dedicated himself to getting up weekday mornings at 4:30 and going to the gym.  He convinced me to tag along.  We make a good workout team.  Bruce has lost 35 pounds!  He went over 6 weeks before convincing me to go! I am hoping that I soon will see the same results!  Anyways, my honey has become VERY HOT! Like the sizzling, smoking kind!  So, Bruce I love you and you look AMAZING!  Keep up the great work STUD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-1575321301197672678?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1575321301197672678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=1575321301197672678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1575321301197672678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1575321301197672678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-to.html' title='HAVE TO'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6801925801785167651</id><published>2008-08-16T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:26:59.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET THE GAMES BEGIN</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again.  Time for school!  I'm ready, willing, and able!  Do I wish I had more time?  Sure, but I am ready to stay home for awhile.  I was on the road A LOT this summer.  We visited Mexico, Florida, and Colorado.  In addition to those trips, I went to Denver.  I was invited by Solution Tree to come and present at a conference Dr. Robert Marzano was putting on.  Myself and two other colleagues went and presented what things we were doing at Apache.  It was so flattering to be chosen to go.  I really thought I would have a hard time speaking in front of hundreds of people.  I did okay!  What was difficult was watching myself after it was over! UGH&lt;div&gt;I ended my summer by going to Albuquerque and seeing my meme!  So, all the traveling has made me ready for school.  So, as they same in the Olympics, "LET THE GAMES BEGIN"! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6801925801785167651?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6801925801785167651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6801925801785167651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6801925801785167651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6801925801785167651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-games-begin.html' title='LET THE GAMES BEGIN'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-1388140390105153370</id><published>2008-07-31T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:07:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in Silverton</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SJHwMHRNrcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UIb18O1OPU0/s400/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229224733254200770" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SJHwMULgwwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EBLhgY9igqg/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SJHwMULgwwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EBLhgY9igqg/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229224736719946498" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;It's been awhile.  Summers are always busy for me.  We have had camping trips and they have been so much fun.  We visited Silverton and rented a mule (no, it's an atv, not an ass) we drove to the highest points around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SJHwM46o9nI/AAAAAAAAAI8/F8bLarNC-n8/s400/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229224746581292658" /&gt;Silverton.  It was VERY nice.  Check out some pictures.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-1388140390105153370?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1388140390105153370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=1388140390105153370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1388140390105153370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1388140390105153370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-in-silverton.html' title='Camping in Silverton'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SJHwMHRNrcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UIb18O1OPU0/s72-c/IMG_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-8910374641644313867</id><published>2008-07-04T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:48:39.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to the Real Heros</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SG5iDgO9OQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wu5UXsej2Ps/s400/is.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219216830500780290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day that we should play tribute to the real heroes!  The men and women who fight daily for our freedoms.  I, like many other Americans take for granted the freedoms we have!  I would like to take this opportunity to thank anyone and everyone who has fought for our country.  I would also like to thank the families of soldiers.  I do not know what it is like to have live apart from a loved one!  Please know that my family and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts!  GOD BLESS AMERICA!  &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SG5iC3bZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5eohaeibc_M/s400/is-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219216819547132018" /&gt;LAND OF THE FREE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-8910374641644313867?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8910374641644313867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=8910374641644313867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8910374641644313867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8910374641644313867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/07/tribute-to-real-heros.html' title='Tribute to the Real Heros'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SG5iDgO9OQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wu5UXsej2Ps/s72-c/is.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-3473727059158675548</id><published>2008-07-04T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:40:26.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SG5f6RzHiSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lmLOBuqBzus/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SG5f6RzHiSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lmLOBuqBzus/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219214472983841058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD GUYS Vs. STUD GUYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SG5f6u2Ql3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8WBfkBwdrrM/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SG5f6u2Ql3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8WBfkBwdrrM/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219214480781645682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become a tradition on July 3 to host a party at the Frantz house.  We live right around the corner from the park and the city does their annual fireworks on the 3rd.  Last night was a bigger than usual party and the guests agreed that this will now have to be an annual thing.  So, I am thinking the guest list will only continue to get bigger.  Everyone had a blast.  It was great to get everyone together.  The old guys decided to take on the young studs in a game of pool volleyball. Anyone who has been to my house knows that the pool isn't all one depth.  Starts out at 3 feet and then drops sharply to 12 feet.  So playing volleyball means that one team is in the deep end, the other team in the shallow.  It was hilarious to see the young guys versus the old guys.  We have those in shape and those that have over the years put on a few pounds.  I want to see what these studs look like in a few years!  LOL  Thank you to everyone who came!  See you again next year!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-3473727059158675548?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3473727059158675548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=3473727059158675548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3473727059158675548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3473727059158675548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/07/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SG5f6RzHiSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lmLOBuqBzus/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-7947206517011281493</id><published>2008-06-30T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:15:05.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roughneck Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGkhA9OIq4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/HY9goUT3GJM/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGkhA9OIq4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/HY9goUT3GJM/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217737943602998146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roughneck banquet was last night.  It was a VERY fun event.  It was almost like going to prom again, except this time I danced.  I had to buy a really nice dress, etc.  They handed out awards and then had a dance.  I just want everyone to know that my Bruce is a "party animal" and the man has moves.  I had the time of my life dancing with him and I think that the other ladies he danced with also had fun.  Little Bruce won defensive lineman of the year!  What an honor.  We are proud of him. &lt;div&gt;Well until next season, all my Roughneck buddies stay safe!  Pops and I think you are all a bunch of wonderful athletes with great talent!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#55 ROCKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-7947206517011281493?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7947206517011281493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=7947206517011281493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/7947206517011281493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/7947206517011281493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/06/roughneck-banquet.html' title='Roughneck Banquet'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGkhA9OIq4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/HY9goUT3GJM/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-7454531656185171959</id><published>2008-06-25T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:56:21.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's my BEAUTIFUL niece....Kinsey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGKix9HqfVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0pnF0njbwfw/s1600-h/h39-3078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGKix9HqfVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0pnF0njbwfw/s400/h39-3078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215910297552452946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meridith and Mike you did a wonderful job!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for making me an Aunt!  Let's hope Uncle Mikey and Aunt Becky do it soon too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JoJo is happy to be a cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-7454531656185171959?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7454531656185171959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=7454531656185171959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/7454531656185171959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/7454531656185171959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/06/heres-my-beautiful-niecekinsey.html' title='Here&apos;s my BEAUTIFUL niece....Kinsey!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGKix9HqfVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0pnF0njbwfw/s72-c/h39-3078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6543577546389540735</id><published>2008-06-25T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:54:33.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an AUNT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGJpFxtWhkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qq0rZDjU2Rg/s1600-h/is.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGJpFxtWhkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qq0rZDjU2Rg/s400/is.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215846866412275266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me be the first to announce, since the hospital my sister is in doesn't have wifi.......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meridith gave birth to a 9lb 4oz&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;via C section in Phoenix on Tuesday, June 24, 2008 at 3:57 p.m. (MTN standard time) 2:57 Phoenix time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meridith was in labor for over 25 hours.  I will let her tell her story on her blog.  I just want to tell the world that I am an Aunt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Kuba is chunky!  I only have a phone picture at the moment!  She has dark hair and looks like Aunt Moona! (for those of you who don't know, that's what my son calls his Aunt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The happy new parents (Mike and Meridith) still aren't a hundred percent sure on her name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been told her name is more than likely Kinsey Margaret Kuba!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So WELCOME Kinsey!  I am VERY excited to be your Aunt!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGJpUtTBdZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZC4A5P0r3bk/s400/is-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215847122926138770" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Kinsey, your Uncle Bruce said "she's so cute"......&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome Baby Girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Love YOU!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6543577546389540735?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6543577546389540735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6543577546389540735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6543577546389540735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6543577546389540735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-aunt.html' title='I&apos;m an AUNT!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGJpFxtWhkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qq0rZDjU2Rg/s72-c/is.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-2568802479130285757</id><published>2008-06-24T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:34:05.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGFIIPZPhiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XM7aEVM7nFo/s1600-h/is-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGFIIPZPhiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XM7aEVM7nFo/s400/is-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215529149880305186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone say SWEAT?!  That's what we did during our visit to the Magical Kingdom. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Disney World&lt;/span&gt; is AWESOME!  There is so much to see.  We spent 5 days touring the different parks.  It wasn't enough time.  Both kids had a blast.  Alicia and Joseph loved the magic kingdom. Each one had their own agenda.  However, by the end of the visit.  Both wanted to see Princess Jasmine.  Unfortunately it didn't happen!  Maybe next time!  Florida is a beautiful state.  It is so green and lush.  This is due to the humidity, which is what causes sweat.  Humidity also causes flat hair!  But, I still had fun.  The house we stayed in was BEAUTIFUL.  I finally got to see how the other half live.  The home was LARGE and the pool and hot tub were beautiful.  I would love to have to screen shelter over my backyard.  We talked about it, but soon came to the realization that the snow would collapse the screen house!  DARN IT!  &lt;div&gt;We have lots of photos and I promise to post some when time permits.  Until then, enjoy the pictures taken by Disney.  I am buying a few....they are just so expensive!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneyphotopass.com/photopass.aspx"&gt;Disney Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are glad to be home just keeping VERY busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.  As I type my sister is in her 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hour of labor.....My niece doesn't want to join us!  Could it be that it's because her parents won't pick a name!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGFL5_3VUWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Fv_GQAaCzI4/s400/is-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215533303239889250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-2568802479130285757?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2568802479130285757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=2568802479130285757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2568802479130285757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2568802479130285757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re BACK!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SGFIIPZPhiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XM7aEVM7nFo/s72-c/is-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6308460620241124314</id><published>2008-06-10T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:11:07.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Paso/ Mexico</title><content type='html'>Well, the Roughnecks finally suffered defeat.  With the loss came many tears.  I was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; sidelines taking pics and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;up close&lt;/span&gt; and personal to the players.  The Brawlers are an excellent team and I am not trying to take anything away from their victory.  With that said, I am disappointed in the coaching staff.  Why in the world would you change something that had worked for 11 games and obviously was successful?  Next, while these changes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;, it seemed to get to the moral of our team.   The players began fighting amongst each other.  We all know that there is no I in team.  So, I feel these things contributed to our loss, not to mention the officials who charged us with at least 125 yards in different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;penalties&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm not really exaggerating either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to some other fun stuff...so we traveled across the border.  What a blast.  There were a few scary moments.  There's nothing like passing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;federale&lt;/span&gt; with his assault machine gun attached to him, with his finger on the trigger.  The second was getting into the cab hoping he would take us where we asked and not to the desert.  We ended up at the market place and drank $1.25 Coronas and enjoyed the vendors coming around and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;negotiating&lt;/span&gt; prices.  Bruce got a ROLEX...oh la la, no it's not real.  But, most of us poor folk can't tell the difference.  HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three days to recover and we are off to Florida.  I'll catch everyone up when we return!  I'm frantically booking another flight because our niece has worked so hard and she is going to travel with us!  So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DISNEYWORLD&lt;/span&gt; here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6308460620241124314?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6308460620241124314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6308460620241124314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6308460620241124314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6308460620241124314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-paso-mexico.html' title='El Paso/ Mexico'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-1344979544736928548</id><published>2008-05-31T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:13:24.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Paso Bound!</title><content type='html'>Hats off to the Roughnecks!  We just won ROUND 1 of the PLAYOFFS!  WHOO HOO!  My Pops had a wonderful game, despite his horrible sunburn.  He laid sod without a shirt yesterday and got badly burnt.  So, I can't imagine how it felt to put pads on and go out be hit!  Yikes!    The score of the game was 33-0.  The game was dedicated to Ryon!  Weird part, Ryon's birthday was 3/3!  So, I am sure he was looking down on us!  So, round two is in El Paso Texas on my BIRTHDAY!  So, we are Texas bound.  Happy Birthday to me from Texas.  I will be 33!  HOLY COW!  Well, wish us luck in El Paso....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-1344979544736928548?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1344979544736928548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=1344979544736928548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1344979544736928548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1344979544736928548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-paso-bound.html' title='El Paso Bound!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-8595644569660835766</id><published>2008-05-30T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:33:26.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been awhile since I have posted.  Life has been hectic.  End of the year is so crazy.  My students last day was Wednesday, I am currently making up snow days from this past winter.  While those days were nice, I hate giving up my summer. &lt;div&gt;Let's get caught up.....The Roughnecks finished their season 10-0.  The were slated to play their first playoff game this past Saturday.  The team that they were supposed to play forfeited.  So, that counts as a win and we move into round two of the finals.  We take on the Albuquerque Aztecs again!  We have beat them twice already.  This game shall be interesting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professionally speaking, I applied to be accepted into a program called Technology Leadership.  The program gives thousands of dollars worth of equipment for your classroom.  Each student will be given a lap top.  I receive a digital camera, video projection stuff, etc.  I didn't think I would actually be accepted, because I was declined last year.  Well, I found out this morning that I have been accepted!  I am VERY excited!  I have to do 5 days of training upon my immediate return from Florida.  However, I am still thrilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph is growing like a weed and cant wait for vacation.  The rest of my kids seem to be doing well too.  Brian, is holding a job and actually is taking us to dinner tonight! Bruce and Kayla will be moving into their own place on the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June.  Brent, well, I have no clue!  Brandon, is working hard and calls me weekly just to tell me he loves me.  We have a date on Saturday.  My niece, Alicia is also doing well.  She takes her GED on the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June.  I have no doubt that she will pass.  We then are going to sit down and figure out what college classes she is going to enroll in.   All in all, the kids are doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Becky and Uncle Mikey don't do anything but work.  We hardly see them any more.  Aunt Becky is leaving for Kentucky tomorrow to surprise her mom for her 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday!  Happy Birthday to her.  Speaking of birthdays, mine is approaching quickly!!! YIKES.  Nah, it's really not that bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa Bruce or Pops, is still the man of my dreams who makes me smile!  I love this man with all my heart.  Yes, we have ups and downs but I love this man!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think that's all the news and gossip I have for now.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin I miss you!  I am planning a trip your way soon!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meridith don't rush things...you won't ever sleep the same!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma Joy thank you for having such a wonderful son!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To everyone else peace, love, and happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-8595644569660835766?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8595644569660835766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=8595644569660835766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8595644569660835766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8595644569660835766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-1380783736878814214</id><published>2008-05-20T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:14:50.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Class of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SDLqy2FvBEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5pxJ6lvH19Q/s1600-h/is.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SDLqy2FvBEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5pxJ6lvH19Q/s320/is.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202478678800270402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate the following students graduating from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Piedra&lt;/span&gt; Vista High School today.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny Kean, Tiffany &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sappington&lt;/span&gt;, and Jordan Solomon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so proud of all of you and know that each one of you has the potential to be and do anything you hearts desire.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-1380783736878814214?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1380783736878814214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=1380783736878814214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1380783736878814214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1380783736878814214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/05/congratulations-class-of-2008.html' title='Congratulations Class of 2008'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SDLqy2FvBEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5pxJ6lvH19Q/s72-c/is.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-9212719079317319687</id><published>2008-05-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:50:45.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#24 Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>It is with a heavy and sad heart that I write this post.  On Friday, May 16, 2008 David "Ryon" Alcon passed away.  Ryon who was 26 years old was a member of the Farmington Roughnecks. He was also a personal friend.  Ryon was a great guy who had a fantastic sense of humor.  I was VERY fortunate to have known Ryon.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will NEVER forget you Ryon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David "Ryon" Alcon was more than a brother, he was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;When we were down, He was always there to bring comfort to us by his ever lasting smile and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had a strong compassion for the game and Love for the RoughNeck family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the parents of David, you raised a wonderful son and we thank God for bringing him in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God puts each fresh morning, each new chance of life, &lt;br /&gt;into our hands as a gift to see what we will do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE REST OF THE ROUGHNECK SEASON&lt;br /&gt;IS DEDICATED TO THE SPIRIT DAVID"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.hometeamsonline.com/photos/football/ROUGHNECKS/951.jpg" width="59" border="0" style="width: 91px; height: 146px; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 48px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;DAVID RYON ALCON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;03-03-82 to 05-16-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-9212719079317319687?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/9212719079317319687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=9212719079317319687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/9212719079317319687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/9212719079317319687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/05/24-rest-in-peace.html' title='#24 Rest In Peace'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-8114670158075441260</id><published>2008-05-09T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:05:49.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the Mom's I know....</title><content type='html'>I know I won't be able to post on Sunday!  So, Happy Mother's Day to all the mother's in my life, to those who will be, and to those who dream of being a mom!  Here's a poem I found to honor all the mom's I know.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theholidayspot.com/mothersday/poems_and_poetry.htm#" class="kLink" target="_new" id="KonaLink13" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; font-family: verdana; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-top-color: transparent !important; border-right-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-color: transparent !important; border-left-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-repeat: initial !important; background-attachment: initial !important; -webkit-background-clip: initial !important; -webkit-background-origin: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; text-transform: none !important; display: inline !important; font-variant: normal; top: 0px; right: 0px; bottom: 0px; left: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue !important; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; position: static; color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; position: static; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-color: initial !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: initial; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; color: blue; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; width: auto !important; float: none !important; display: inline !important; "&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; position: static; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-color: initial !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: initial; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; color: blue; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; width: auto !important; float: none !important; display: inline !important; "&gt;Mother's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; position: static; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-color: initial !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: initial; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; color: blue; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; width: auto !important; float: none !important; display: inline !important; "&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" means more&lt;br /&gt;Than have a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;Within those words lie lots of things&lt;br /&gt;We never get to say.&lt;br /&gt;It means I love you first of all,&lt;br /&gt;Then thanks for all you do.&lt;br /&gt;It means you mean a lot to me,&lt;br /&gt;And that I honor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I guess it means&lt;br /&gt;That I am thinking of&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness on this, your day,&lt;br /&gt;With pleasure and with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-8114670158075441260?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8114670158075441260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=8114670158075441260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8114670158075441260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8114670158075441260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-all-moms-i-know.html' title='To all the Mom&apos;s I know....'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-7016671776328505711</id><published>2008-05-07T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:23:24.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not myself......</title><content type='html'>So I have not been myself lately.  I am overwhelmed at work.  With not many days left, there's is a lot still to do.  The school is putting on an end of year celebration.  While usually I find these fun, this year, I can't get into it.  I have less than a week and a half to make costumes and put together a skit or something.  On top of this, I have end of year grades, etc.  Add to this my regular life stuff and well it's overwhelming.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a much lighter note, my friend and colleague Sarah is getting married, today is her bridal shower.  So Sarah, here's to the "HAPPILY EVER AFTER"  I wish you and Warren all the luck in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-7016671776328505711?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7016671776328505711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=7016671776328505711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/7016671776328505711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/7016671776328505711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-myself.html' title='Not myself......'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-87594491219532576</id><published>2008-05-02T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:02:28.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a CRAZY mind!</title><content type='html'>I hate the WIND!  I can not stand it anymore.  I feel like I am constantly inhaling dust particles. It doesn't help that I also am currently suffering from a horrible sinus infection.  Thank you to all my fifth grade students for hacking on me and getting me sick!  So, I'm sure you can tell that I am in a wonderful mood.  NOT~  Let's see, this week, I have felt horrible, had someone question what kind of friend I really am, and I just read that the little boy (19 months old)who fell in the pool, died.  My heart is breaking for that family.  Before all of you get on your soap boxes about wow, that would never happen to me.  Stop and think again.  As a parent, you do the best you can and believe it or not, you can't watch them 24 hours a day 7 days a week.  This family lived in a beautiful home with a well secured pool area.  (Not like mine)  The toddler had a separate play area with a latched fence.  The pool was covered.  It seems that the latch failed and for two seconds the mother turned around and he fell in the pool and despite all the efforts of the hospital died.  I am just sick to my stomach.  Every other weekend my child goes on the road with Leon and I worry my self sick.  I know that life doesn't come with a guarantee. However, I can guarantee every one that should something happen to my Joseph, they will have to bury me too!  &lt;div&gt;So now on to another issue I have this week.  I work in a field of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;predominantly&lt;/span&gt; women.  There are a few male teachers in the field, but not many.  I get the great pleasure of working with two awesome men.  Both are married and I think very highly of their spouses.  Well it seems that one or maybe several of my FEMALE coworkers got together and emailed the wife of one of my male coworkers.  They told her that her husband was basically doing very inappropriate things at work with fellow female coworkers!  They mentioned that they were uncomfortable working around him.  I find this VERY funny because there isn't one damn person in this building who hasn't asked this man for help and he gladly has done it.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appalled&lt;/span&gt; at these coworkers of mine.  These wonderful females have now made me paranoid.  I was sitting in a meeting with both of my male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;com padres&lt;/span&gt; and said, we better be careful someone might email inappropriate things to your wives.  I don't get it.  What's even worse is the person or person's behind this, didn't have the decency to let their identity be kno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SBtzOXwgbFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NMGfzIMQb-o/s200/is.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195873285834828882" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wn, they did it the chicken sh%t way!  How pathetic is that?  I am here to tell anybody who reads this that both of the men I work with are awesome and neither one has EVER done anything to make me feel uncomfortable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now that I really have rambled on and on and on....I will go!  I hope everyone has a great weekend!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO ROUGHNECKS!  We have a game Sunday in Belen.  This roadie will be staying home this weekend.  Here's to 18 days of school left.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-87594491219532576?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/87594491219532576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=87594491219532576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/87594491219532576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/87594491219532576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/05/ramblings-of-crazy-mind.html' title='Ramblings of a CRAZY mind!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SBtzOXwgbFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NMGfzIMQb-o/s72-c/is.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-3911228442578122963</id><published>2008-04-28T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:52:00.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With success comes negativity.....WHY?</title><content type='html'>So now that the Farmington Roughnecks have found success, everyone and their mama wants to criticize or bash these guys!  Why?  I logged on to my link (Frantz Interview) to see the article, at the end I noticed there was a way to post a comment.  I saw that there had been 5 or 6 posted.  I was appalled at the first couple of comments.  Of course as a fan, I had to leave my two cents. However, I just don't understand people.  Why do others have to be so negative?  Is it jealousy?  I don't want to believe that there is this much hatred in the world.  It sickens me to think that men and women are overseas fighting for our freedoms, so others can just bash whomever they want here at home.  Please don't get me wrong.  I am not a tree hugger and there are many people whom I dislike.  However, I don't go out of my way to intentionally bash them or hurt them. What satisfaction does one get doing that?  I don't understand it....anyone care to explain it to me?  I will continue to support the Four Corner Roughnecks, not just because I have family members on the team, but because these are a group of men dedicated to giving back to their community.  The guys really do more than play a game.  They hold fundraising events for things like the Special Olympics, Autism, etc.  I know that these players do more for the community than most people I know, including me.  I personally will continue to be a Roughneck Roadie long after my boys are done playing!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-3911228442578122963?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3911228442578122963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=3911228442578122963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3911228442578122963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3911228442578122963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-success-comes-negativitywhy.html' title='With success comes negativity.....WHY?'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-1928925486205524553</id><published>2008-04-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:36:35.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmington Roughnecks 8-0</title><content type='html'>Today was another GREAT day for the Farmington Roughnecks.  They beat the Albuquerque Aztecs 23-0!  Way to go fellas.  It was a cold windy game for the fans.  But, us die hards were out braving the conditions.  &lt;div&gt;#55 and #51 were both featured in today's paper.  The article was a great one and includes a picture!  Check out the link below!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daily-times.com/sports/ci_9061449"&gt;Frantz Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-1928925486205524553?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1928925486205524553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=1928925486205524553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1928925486205524553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1928925486205524553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/farmington-roughnecks-8-0.html' title='Farmington Roughnecks 8-0'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-914056261635965221</id><published>2008-04-23T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:09:33.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals</title><content type='html'>So I have one big question......WHERE HAVE ALL OUR MORALS GONE?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I had some students get caught cheating.  I had asked students to take out some homework from the night before (5 problems).  One student had it in a group, but her best friend, and other friend didn't.  I got called out of the room.  When I returned the student who had the homework handed in her friends and said, "Ms. Acosta they found their homework." Really?  I explained to this student that I was born at night, but it wasn't last night.  She felt bad and started crying and ratting out who had really copied.  So, as a punishment they had three days lunch detention, 150 sentences, and a note written from them to their parents.  I think it sounds fair.  Well, Monday, I received a nasty voicemail from one of the mother's who was appalled at the way I handled the situation.  After all, it was only cheating.  What was the big deal.  No, I am not exaggerating.  That is what the woman said.  When I called her.  She continued to tell me that she hated to see her daughter so upset and how could I be so mean.  That it was only cheating.  So, I ask all of you who read my blog to please tell me am I wrong for wanting to know where in the world our morals have gone to?  The sad thing, is I still have 28 days to go.  It's really difficult to look at this student every day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-914056261635965221?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/914056261635965221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=914056261635965221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/914056261635965221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/914056261635965221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/morals.html' title='Morals'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-2805004970562686328</id><published>2008-04-23T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:55:34.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roughnecks 7-0; Can we make it 8?</title><content type='html'>The road to Grants, NM is the one of the worst roads I have ever traveled in my life.  The road is in need of some major repairs.  While the road sucked, the Roughnecks did not.  Once again, they were able to pull off a victorious win over the New Mexico Titans.  The defense once again dominated!  They made sure the only scores the Titans would score would be field goals.  I am not just saying the defense is awesome because both #55 and #51 are defensive players!  The Roughneck Defense is truly the real deal!  The offense was good too!  However, I was disappointed in the actions of our quarterback.  He openly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;criticized&lt;/span&gt; our running backs on the field.  Several of his throws couldn't have been caught by the best of the NFL.  It's a good thing that the Titans didn't pick up on this and use it to their advantage.  This Saturday the Roughnecks take on the Albuquerque Aztecs.  This is sure to be a great game.  Kick off is at 6:00pm.  We will sure to be there cheering our team on to 8-0!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a ROUGHNECK ROADIE!  I will follow this team to the end....and hope it's the State Championship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-2805004970562686328?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2805004970562686328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=2805004970562686328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2805004970562686328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2805004970562686328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/roughnecks-7-0-can-we-make-it-8.html' title='Roughnecks 7-0; Can we make it 8?'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-4684032133944995149</id><published>2008-04-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:16:07.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you SAY 6 and 0 &amp; 55 made the paper to boot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAY0JZiq3kI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KXdOoea_jBA/s1600-h/100_2767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAY0JZiq3kI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KXdOoea_jBA/s200/100_2767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189892956670844482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAY0KZiq3lI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xGJm2KFbuuk/s1600-h/100_2772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAY0KZiq3lI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xGJm2KFbuuk/s200/100_2772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189892973850713682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right Roughneck fans.  The team is now 6 and 0.  This past Sunday we took on The Las Vegas Outlaws.  While this team was out numbered on the field.  They played one heck of a game.  The Outlaws only had three substitute players so basically they played Iron Man Football.  While this sounds easy, think about playing 4 quarters of football with really only one break (half time).  There are no substitutions when you need a breather or a break.  It was obvious that this team had a heart of gold and must truly LOVE this sport.  The Farmington Roughnecks held the team at bay and my own #55 had a fumble recovery.  While I would like to say I saw the play, I didn't. Kayla said she needed to tell me something and unfortunately this occurred at the same time of his play.  Both of the Frantz boys had a good game.  I am happy to say that the Daily Times finally did a decent job on reporting the game.  They even mentioned Bruce's "big" play.  Check out the link below to access the article.  Here are some pictures from the game.  This upcoming Saturday we are traveling to Grants to take on The Titans.....GO ROUGHNECKS, GO!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daily-times.com//ci_8915564"&gt;The Daily Times Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-4684032133944995149?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4684032133944995149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=4684032133944995149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/4684032133944995149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/4684032133944995149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-say-6-and-0-55-made-paper-to.html' title='Can you SAY 6 and 0 &amp; 55 made the paper to boot!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAY0JZiq3kI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KXdOoea_jBA/s72-c/100_2767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6611506749157349070</id><published>2008-04-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:53:06.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how a 4 year old Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAYr-Ziq3iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCZ4noJw5D0/s1600-h/100_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAYr-Ziq3iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCZ4noJw5D0/s200/100_2727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189883971599261218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAYr-piq3jI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XDO6BVDXcPo/s1600-h/100_2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAYr-piq3jI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XDO6BVDXcPo/s200/100_2721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189883975894228530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAYraZiq3gI/AAAAAAAAAGM/P7QOuwqPKIE/s1600-h/100_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAYraZiq3gI/AAAAAAAAAGM/P7QOuwqPKIE/s320/100_2706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189883353123970562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAYra5iq3hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uHebugua15I/s1600-h/100_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAYra5iq3hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uHebugua15I/s320/100_2710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189883361713905170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures from Joseph's 4th birthday at Nana's house.  We would like to thank Nana and Papa Joe for Bowie Dog.  Uncle Mikey and Aunt Becky for the clothes for Bowie Dog and of course the CARS stuff too!  Thank you to Aunt Alma, Uncle Bert, and Amanda for the Princess throw and cool coloring stuff.  This years theme was....can anyone guess?  Yep, Princess. My son loves the princesses.  He thinks their beautiful.  And for those wondering, NO, playing with girl stuff doesn't make him GAY!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6611506749157349070?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6611506749157349070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6611506749157349070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6611506749157349070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6611506749157349070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-how-4-year-old-parties.html' title='This is how a 4 year old Parties'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/SAYr-Ziq3iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCZ4noJw5D0/s72-c/100_2727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-3746356893253722707</id><published>2008-04-10T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:28:42.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy Pausch</title><content type='html'>Last night I was exhausted.  I laid down to go to sleep.  When I did, I turned the TV on.  I stopped on Prime Time on ABC.  The show was about a 47 year old college professor who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.  He delivered what he called his last lecture.  While many professors do this at retirement, his came in my opinion, way too early.  While I haven't heard the entire lecture, the story has been on my mind a lot.  He is a husband and a father to three children.  His oldest son just started kindergarten.  His book entitled "The Last Lecture" was published this week.  What is so profound to me is how positive he is.  He truly realizes the blessings in his life. Unlike me, he takes nothing for granted.  So, I want to know how to become that person.  Life has no guarantees, so why do we takes things for granted and live as if we have eternity?  I encourage everyone to check his story out.  Whether it be his book, his video on you tube, something.  Here is a man who is facing death, and yet all he wants to talk about is living.  The Pausch family will be added to my nightly prayer list.  Good luck to him and may God bless him and his family.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-3746356893253722707?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3746356893253722707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=3746356893253722707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3746356893253722707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3746356893253722707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/randy-pausch.html' title='Randy Pausch'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-5228158719964630635</id><published>2008-04-04T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:08:44.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="tgif.jpg" src="http://www.neonlite.ca/tgif.jpg" width="376" height="375" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not tell you how glad I am that it is FRIDAY!  It has been a very busy week and I am ready for some down time.  Sunday the Roughnecks take on the NM Crush in Rio Rancho, NM.  So, looks like another weekend on the road.  The good news is I am only going down for the day.  I feel an illness coming on for Monday.  In fact, I have already made my lesson plans for the  substitute.  I hope everyone has a great weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="106" src="http://www.hometeamsonline.com/photos/football/ROUGHNECKS/roughneck_logo.JPG" width="150" border="0" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; " /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Go Farmington Roughnecks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-5228158719964630635?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5228158719964630635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=5228158719964630635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/5228158719964630635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/5228158719964630635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-2764169161008843414</id><published>2008-04-02T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:33:06.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://192.107.108.56/portfolios/c/collins_k/ToolVizWebSite/teachlives2.gif" width="135" height="94" alt="to teach is to touch lives FOREVER" /&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I really do believe this most days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, being a fifth grade teacher, I occasionally have days where I have no patience.  Today is one of those days.  Please, don't get me wrong, I love my job.  But, there is a change in my students and their attitudes.  It's like they are ready for middle school.  Well, we have 40 days of school left.  In that 40 days, I still have things to cover.  So, begins the end of the year process of attitudes, not doing any work, and oh don't want to forget the talking back.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img align="right" src="http://www.simplyfired.com/blog/blog-images/silence.jpg" width="200" height="115" vspace="5" hspace="5" style="border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 2px; border-right-width: 2px; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-left-width: 2px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I threatened to call parents and have them come sit with their student.  I can tell my patience level is gone.  Another bad thing is the district cancelled early outs in April to make up for the snow days we missed.  IT SUCKS!  The kids are used to getting out at 1:15 on Wednesdays, so this afternoon has made for some fun times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I swear SILENCE can be GOLDEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-2764169161008843414?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2764169161008843414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=2764169161008843414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2764169161008843414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/2764169161008843414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-patience.html' title='No Patience'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-3069044977120609539</id><published>2008-04-01T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:54:18.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joseph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_JoGgP8J2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kHl26QNtpCM/s1600-h/100_2666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_JoGgP8J2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kHl26QNtpCM/s320/100_2666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184320582002157410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Happy 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Joseph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_JnCQP8J0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/87AaYDhoxl0/s1600-h/IM000145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_JnCQP8J0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/87AaYDhoxl0/s320/IM000145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184319409476085570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my son's 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  &lt;div&gt;Can someone please tell me where the time goes?  I swear it seems like just yesterday, I was finding pillows to place under bouncer because he wasn't tall enough to reach the ground to make it bounce.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph you are the light of my life.  You are my angel sent from God.  I treasure all that you do. You will never know how much you mean to me. Enjoy your day and may many blessings come your way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-3069044977120609539?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3069044977120609539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=3069044977120609539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3069044977120609539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3069044977120609539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-joseph.html' title='Happy Birthday Joseph!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_JoGgP8J2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kHl26QNtpCM/s72-c/100_2666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6986387742715125737</id><published>2008-03-31T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:32:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...what a weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_EfOwP8JzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/b8kIVbkRWxE/s1600-h/100_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_EfOwP8JzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/b8kIVbkRWxE/s320/100_2685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183958984410539826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Mikey and Papa Bruce with the boys at the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_EengP8JyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BQNTfrEZxV8/s1600-h/100_2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_EengP8JyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BQNTfrEZxV8/s320/100_2674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183958310100674338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids going into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ITZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_EeZAP8JxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RIGQGa7NGqY/s1600-h/100_2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_EeZAP8JxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RIGQGa7NGqY/s320/100_2682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183958060992571154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa Bruce and the girls riding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ITZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First off...&lt;div&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FARMINGTON&lt;/span&gt; ROUGHNECKS!  They beat the Santa Fe Sting 33-0.  That makes them 4-0.  Next game, Sunday, April 6, 2008 in Rio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rancho&lt;/span&gt;.  The Roughnecks take on the New Mexico Crush.  This is said to be one tough team.  So, please come out and support the Roughnecks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second:  We had a fast paced weekend.  We shopped the malls, went to the flea market,  visited the zoo, and went to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;itz&lt;/span&gt;.  That's a lot when you are traveling with 4 adults, 1 teenager, and 4 kids all under the age of 4.  Uncle Mikey and Aunt Becky drove down and joined us for fun at the zoo.  Thank you to them for doing that.  We stayed at a decent hotel, but really truly, there isn't anything like your own bed.  I was glad to get back home last night.  My allergies are bugging me, or I have a sinus infection, I'm not sure which.  But, whatever the case my head hurts and I don't feel the greatest.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kinda glad to be back at work, at least I don't have to slave at home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6986387742715125737?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6986387742715125737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6986387742715125737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6986387742715125737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6986387742715125737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/wowwhat-weekend.html' title='Wow...what a weekend'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R_EfOwP8JzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/b8kIVbkRWxE/s72-c/100_2685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-3340116790822933400</id><published>2008-03-27T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:33:12.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy 22nd Birthday, Bruce III!  Just wanted to tell you that Dad and I love you very much.  We are proud of the choices you are currently making in life.  You are a good father, partner, and son. May your year be filled with good health, good fortune, and great new memories!  Again, Happy Birthday #51!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck on Sunday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-3340116790822933400?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3340116790822933400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=3340116790822933400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3340116790822933400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3340116790822933400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-5181006105233422546</id><published>2008-03-25T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:52:36.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Painting!</title><content type='html'>I wish....I have painted ceilings, walls, bathrooms, and I'm not done!  While I finished the painting in our room, I have to now paint the downstairs living room and stairwell.  With a new room came new carpet!  I love the carpet, but it makes my living room walls look filthy.  So, while I wish I was I was done painting, I'm not.  Also, since the nap on the new carpet isn't as high as the old, I have to touch up along the steps.....Great! Paint and new carpet, anyone want to make a bet that I'll be cussing before I can finish painting?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this was supposed to be a vacation?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-5181006105233422546?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5181006105233422546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=5181006105233422546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/5181006105233422546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/5181006105233422546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-more-painting.html' title='No More Painting!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-8725073593864999548</id><published>2008-03-23T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:38:59.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting anyone?</title><content type='html'>So, I am so PROUD of myself!  With the help of Bruce's niece Alicia, we painted our entire new master suite yesterday.  We did it so quickly that Sam was able to lay the carpet and I spent my first night back in our bedroom!  Thank you GOD!  First, I have to tell you how beautiful my new room is.  It's better than I ever imagined.  If I had my cord to my camera I would show you, unfortunately I left it at school.  I promise to post pics as soon as possible.  We have trim work to finish.  My master bathroom still needs to be painted and we still have to add the shelves and bars to the closet.  But, we're done.  I am not sleeping in the family room anymore!  I can not tell you how good it feels.  But, I am VERY SORE and the works not done.  I just put my ham on for kids and now I am off to stain my closet door. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY EASTER to everyone.  Thank you God for the glorious gifts you bestow upon each of us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-8725073593864999548?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8725073593864999548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=8725073593864999548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8725073593864999548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8725073593864999548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/painting-anyone.html' title='Painting anyone?'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6186065143607098933</id><published>2008-03-21T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:31:39.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was Right....</title><content type='html'>The work has already begun.  It's 11:00 pm and I have been primering walls and ceilings.  I could paint walls all day long, but ceilings make you dizzy, which makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nauseated&lt;/span&gt;.  I have to finish painting everything tomorrow, so the carpet can be laid on Sunday.  Which reminds me, isn't Sunday EASTER?  I have to make dinner for the kids and have the baskets ready for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.  Wonder when I will fit that all into my busy schedule?  Did I mention, Bruce is working both days, all day, which means the work falls on me.  Like I said before, I don't mind hard work.....but when do I get to rest? Bruce told me tonight, "You are one of the hardest working people I have ever been with."  Ya think?  All the ones before me didn't have jobs and were pigs. Didn't clean house, nothing.  So, I guess that because I help, I am hard working!  Do you think he's taking advantage of me?  HAHA!  Well, my brushes have to be cleaned before I turn in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6186065143607098933?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6186065143607098933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6186065143607098933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6186065143607098933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6186065143607098933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-right.html' title='I was Right....'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-3437016648888009580</id><published>2008-03-20T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:20:47.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break and Drywall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yipeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Spring break has finally arrived and none to soon!  My students were as ready for a break as I was.  Now the bad part is, I will be working like a slave on my new, almost complete master suite.  I say almost because it finally looks like a bedroom.  Bruce worked diligently to hang the dry wall and while it doesn't sound hard, it is.  Especially, when where you are trying to hang it in a room that isn't square.  The next set back was our original dry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waller&lt;/span&gt; went MIA!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?  I am ready for tape and texture and he's no where to be found.  Bruce is really smart!  He and his brother (Sam-who's home on leave for a couple weeks) drove to the new subdivision behind our house and recruited the dry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wallers&lt;/span&gt; to come give us an estimate.  The guy speaks limited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, however his skills are FANTASTIC!  You can't even tell we hung the drywall incorrectly!  They came in and taped today and will be back tomorrow to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;texturing&lt;/span&gt;.  What that means, is starting Saturday I should be able to paint!  After painting comes the closet fixtures, then carpet, and then, oh my gosh....my room back!  I can not wait.  I have been living in my second living area downstairs since right after Christmas.  In addition to the new room, I have to shop for new furniture.  We sold our old bedroom set to Sam.  While it's beautiful, I want us to be able to pick something out together!  So, as I sit here and sip my beer thinking how great it is for spring break to be here, I am really wondering if I mean that! Don't get me wrong, I am not allergic to work, but darn it, spring break should be a time of resting, right?!  Well I'll keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; posted on my progress.  Should any of you out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;towners&lt;/span&gt;, want to lend a hand, please feel free.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-3437016648888009580?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3437016648888009580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=3437016648888009580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3437016648888009580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3437016648888009580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-and-drywall.html' title='Spring Break and Drywall'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-633993043121567368</id><published>2008-03-19T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:46:24.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Doesn't Wait</title><content type='html'>There are days in my life in which I would love to turn back the clock.  All to often, time goes to fast.  It seems just yesterday I was bringing home Joseph from the hospital.  In less than two weeks, my baby boy will be 4!  Childhood doesn't wait for anyone.  I am reminded today of how many things I need to let go so that I can truly enjoy time with my child.  I found this poem online and wanted to share.  The author is unknown.  To all the mother's I know, the mother's that will be, and those who are trying I share this with you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Childhood Doesn't Wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting on a bench while in a nearby mall, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I noticed a young mother with two children who were small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The youngest on was whining, "Pick me up," I heard him beg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the mother's face grew angry as the child clung to her leg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't hang on to me," she shouted as she pushed his hands away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had the courage to go to her and say.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The time will come too quickly when those little arms that tug, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;won't ask for you to hold them or won't freely give a hug."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day will sneak up subtly just as it did with me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you can't recall the last time your child sat on your knee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings when we cherished time alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our babies grow and leave behind those special times we've known."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So when your child comes to you with a book that you can share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or asks that you would tuck him in and help him say his prayer...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he comes to sit and chat or would like to take a walk, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before you answer that you can't cause there's no time to talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember what all parents learn so many times too late, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That years go by too quickly and that childhood doesn't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take every opportunity if one should slip away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reach hard to get it back again, don't wait another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched that mother walk away her children followed near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she'll pick them up before her chances disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reminded by two great songs by Trace Adkins.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One is "Then they do" the other is "You're going to miss these days" (check it out at the bottom)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I will enjoy my child like no other night, and I hope that I can look back on this daily as a reminder of just how fast time flies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-633993043121567368?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/633993043121567368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=633993043121567368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/633993043121567368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/633993043121567368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/childhood-doesnt-wait.html' title='Childhood Doesn&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-5200917156978324924</id><published>2008-03-18T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:18:24.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Pissed mean?</title><content type='html'>Gotta love kids.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Bruce and I were walking home the other night having a conversation.  Joseph was on Bruce's shoulders just carrying on his own conversation.  Bruce proceeds to say to me, " It really pissed me off."  The next thing we hear is, "Papa what does pissed mean?"  Bruce started stammering.  I said, "Pissed means really mad, but it's a grown up term".  Joseph says, "I'll use it when I get growed up."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love kids!  I don't want my child to grow up.  In two weeks my baby will be 4!  Where has the time gone?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-5200917156978324924?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5200917156978324924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=5200917156978324924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/5200917156978324924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/5200917156978324924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-does-pissed-mean.html' title='What does Pissed mean?'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-4676192941313467655</id><published>2008-03-18T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:15:07.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roughnecks 3-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9_3kXn4ZGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ysBz9rNlzY8/s1600-h/broncos+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9_3kXn4ZGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ysBz9rNlzY8/s320/broncos+pic.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179130300688000098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; Roughnecks are now 3-0.  Way to go!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the game the father and son duo went to celebrate their victory.  The fans of course tagged along (myself, Kayla, Aunt Becky, and Uncle Mikey). While at the celebration we got to meet three former Denver Broncos players.  Ron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elgoff&lt;/span&gt; (left side with cap), Mark Jackson(right end black shirt), and Tyrone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt;( middle with vest).  These players are WAY cool.  Mark gave us his phone number and wants to us to come visit him in Denver.  All three signed Joseph's T-shirt and various other items for us.  We have a bye this week, which means no game.  Our next game is on the road.  We take on the Santa Fe Sting at De Vargas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;High school&lt;/span&gt; in Santa Fe, on Sunday, March 30, 2008.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep up the GREAT work Roughnecks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-4676192941313467655?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4676192941313467655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=4676192941313467655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/4676192941313467655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/4676192941313467655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/roughnecks-3-0.html' title='Roughnecks 3-0'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9_3kXn4ZGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ysBz9rNlzY8/s72-c/broncos+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-8216901082820398558</id><published>2008-03-12T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:18:33.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rather Embarrassing......</title><content type='html'>So I started tanning again today.  I am ready to start wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Capri's&lt;/span&gt; and I don't want to look like Casper the white ghost!  So, I went to tan on my lunch break.  I invested in a new lotion that is supposed to enhance your tan.  I applied the lotion quickly and tanned.  When I got out of the tanning bed....I was as red as a lobster in some places.  It seems that you have to be exact when applying this lotion because all of the places I hadn't applied it or put just a little bit were white.  I returned to work and my coworkers kept asking me what was wrong....um, I was in a hurry and I am a dork!  What makes matters worse is that I have a presentation in less than an hour at another school.  I am going to look like a freak.  Well, guess that's the price that you pay for beauty.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-8216901082820398558?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8216901082820398558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=8216901082820398558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8216901082820398558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/8216901082820398558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/rather-embarrassing.html' title='Rather Embarrassing......'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6858990013982770583</id><published>2008-03-11T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:17:24.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9boDnn4ZDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q_4f-YwlNU0/s1600-h/micmag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9boDnn4ZDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q_4f-YwlNU0/s320/micmag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176579970582471730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9bgrHn4ZCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/r3oqfFv-FK8/s1600-h/magpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9bgrHn4ZCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/r3oqfFv-FK8/s320/magpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176571853094282274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this really cool website and decided to play around with it.  If you have some photos and want to try it, click on the link below.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;www.magmypic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana and Joseph having fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Uncle Mikey being sexy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6858990013982770583?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6858990013982770583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6858990013982770583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6858990013982770583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6858990013982770583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9boDnn4ZDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q_4f-YwlNU0/s72-c/micmag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6535949482974175918</id><published>2008-03-10T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:27:35.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Players &amp; The Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WZBXn4Y-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/z5VQSp_SQYE/s1600-h/Bruce+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WZBXn4Y-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/z5VQSp_SQYE/s320/Bruce+and+I.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176211595532461026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of #55 and his #1 fan:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6535949482974175918?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6535949482974175918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6535949482974175918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6535949482974175918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6535949482974175918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/players-fans.html' title='The Players &amp; The Fans'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WZBXn4Y-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/z5VQSp_SQYE/s72-c/Bruce+and+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-3000202925348388881</id><published>2008-03-10T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:14:39.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Game......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WJSnn4Y4I/AAAAAAAAADk/Vvv-mWz6l6c/s1600-h/Dad+%26+Son.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WJSnn4Y4I/AAAAAAAAADk/Vvv-mWz6l6c/s320/Dad+%26+Son.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176194299699159938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Saturday came...and it was FANTASTIC!  I know I said I wasn't really looking forward to it.  But, there is something about a guy in a football uniform.  Plus, my Bruce can move!  I was very impressed with #55's ability.  The guys on the team call him "Pops".  I think it's cute.  His first play he had a great tackle.  The next play, another great tackle.  The play is over.  The player on the other team keeps hitting Bruce in the head.  He did it three times, the next thing I know, they are going at it.  It caused the team a penalty which caused the coaches to get upset. But, they said in all fairness, the guy had it coming.  I was VERY proud to be on the sidelines. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#51 Frantz III, had an AWESOME game.  He had great tackles and a sack too!  One tackle caused him to bruise his sternum, but as he said, it's part of playing the game.  I know that Kayla was so proud of him too.  To support the guys, I am going to embroider their numbers on our shirts.  Then on the back I will have "Frantz".  Kayla, will have "Frantz III".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive back from Albuquerque was good.  However, the father and son duo slept the whole way back.  Check out the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WKCXn4Y7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/XqcyC8KeuOc/s1600-h/Bruce+recover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WKCXn4Y7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/XqcyC8KeuOc/s200/Bruce+recover.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176195120037913522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WKdHn4Y8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ze7ImxjCg70/s1600-h/Bruce+Sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WKdHn4Y8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ze7ImxjCg70/s200/Bruce+Sleep.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176195579599414210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LIKE FATHER LIKE SON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-3000202925348388881?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3000202925348388881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=3000202925348388881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3000202925348388881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/3000202925348388881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-first-game.html' title='Our First Game......'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9WJSnn4Y4I/AAAAAAAAADk/Vvv-mWz6l6c/s72-c/Dad+%26+Son.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-1574267256615470105</id><published>2008-03-07T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:07:29.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations # 51!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have to say Congratulations to this weeks Southwest Football Player of the Week.... He is none other, than my step son Bruce Frantz III.  Bruce plays defensive tackle and had 5 solo tackles.  Way to Go!  We are VERY proud of him!  This week on the defensive line we will have: &lt;div&gt;FRANTZ III (#51) and FRANTZ Jr.  (# unknown at this time!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations Bruce!  Way to play.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this website for all the info on our player of the week:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southwest-football.com/playeroftheweek.htm"&gt;www.southwest-football.com/playeroftheweek.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-1574267256615470105?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1574267256615470105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=1574267256615470105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1574267256615470105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1574267256615470105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/congratulations-51.html' title='Congratulations # 51!!!!'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-4901786230271840273</id><published>2008-03-07T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:41:17.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Survived....</title><content type='html'>Well, my 42 year old stud muffin survived his first practice.  He tackled the quarter back twice! Bruce is playing defensive tackle!  Boy, I am learning a lot of new terms with this football endeavor of his!  I went to get in my car this morning and sitting in the passenger seat were his football pads.  I guess deep down I have always wanted to be in love with a football player!  (Just Kidding)  Tonight, I have to go by arm pads and gloves!  Who knows what else.  I guess I will need to look like a supportive fan, so I am going to have to get a Roughnecks Sweatshirt!  Bruce came home after practice and asked Joseph if he thought papa should be playing football.   Bruce just knew someone would be on his side.....I laughed when Joseph looked up at him and said "NO!" Great minds think alike.  Again, I would ask everyone to keep the prayers coming our way.  The game is tomorrow night at 7:00pm.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-4901786230271840273?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4901786230271840273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=4901786230271840273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/4901786230271840273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/4901786230271840273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-survived.html' title='He Survived....'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-1138234419989994287</id><published>2008-03-06T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:29:11.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Lost His Mind.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9BfaxgnvfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9prbgTW1hQs/s1600-h/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9BfaxgnvfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9prbgTW1hQs/s320/b1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174740885420097010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never dreamed when I awoke this morning that by the end of the day my hubby would be playing on a semi-pro football team.  That's Right....The 42 year old wanna be drill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sgt&lt;/span&gt; has decided that he wants to play football with the twenty somethings.  The man has lost his mind.  Bruce's first game will be this Saturday in Albuquerque.  While that sounds exciting, I am trying to retrieve in my mind the last time this man really worked out.  Now he's going to go run the field with guys half his age.  I have mixed emotions about his new endeavour.  I am nervous, worried, etc.  I mean I know me well enough to know that on Sunday morning I am not going to have the patience to take care of this man.  I will provide him with pain killers, but above and beyond that the man is on his own.  Secretly, I am hoping that he will be so sore that he will want to hang the cleats up forever.  My step son plays for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; Roughnecks too. (Bruce III)  He has assured me he will watch out for his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Old&lt;/span&gt; dad".  Yeah, someone needs to, I mean after all the man has gone insane.  I will keep everyone updated and have some great photos.  Until then, if you are in Albuquerque, come cheer this old man on, if not please keep him in your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-1138234419989994287?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1138234419989994287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=1138234419989994287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1138234419989994287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1138234419989994287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/hes-lost-his-mind.html' title='He&apos;s Lost His Mind.......'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf6HW4zroME/R9BfaxgnvfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9prbgTW1hQs/s72-c/b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-6256541626099853177</id><published>2008-03-05T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:18:20.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Mend Relationships......</title><content type='html'>Well, as mentioned, I am a step mother to five children.  All of them grown and out of the house.  All of them in relationships and two have children, making me a grandma, actually I'm known as "meme".   In the beginning, I tried REALLY hard to make everyone like me and at first it seemed like I succeeded, but then life continued and I don't know what happened.  I love all of them.  Wouldn't do anything for my own that I would not do for them.  Yet, somewhere along the way, despite great efforts, and good intentions, I hardly see them.  In fact, only one or two will talk to me. The others don't like me nor their father.  This hurts me a lot because it's hard to be with someone and watch them hurt because their kids won't have anything to do with them.  So, I seem to ask myself daily, how do you mend relationships?  I hope someday that my step children will see that as parents, we do not come with instruction books and Lord knows, we do the best we can.  As a STEP MONSTER, I am trying with all me heart to be there and do the right things.  I wish that I could have been around sooner, because I think that things would have turned out differently.  However, I can't change the past, all I can do is try and hope for a better future.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-6256541626099853177?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6256541626099853177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=6256541626099853177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6256541626099853177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/6256541626099853177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-do-you-mend-relationships.html' title='How Do You Mend Relationships......'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-4219761069492688382</id><published>2008-03-04T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:52:22.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have to Share.....</title><content type='html'>I know, I know....You are only supposed to post once a day, hopefully this will be my last post, if not, oh well.  Anyways, the reason for this post is because I need to share a story.  Yesterday, I was dropping Joseph off at Nana's house.  (Nana watches Joseph so I can inspire the next generation....yeah right!  Not this week with testing) Anyways, as I am unloading Jospeh from the car a bird flies by.  Joseph says, "Mama a bird."  I said, "Where?" Joseph says, "Right there, it's a poker wood."  I said, "A what?" He says, "A poker wood."  I said, "What's a poker wood?"  He said, "It pokes wood."  I said, "Do you mean a woodpecker?"  He said, "Maybe, does a woodpecker poke wood."  I laughed so hard.  This story and others like it are the real reason behind this blog.  So, I know, I know, I am only supposed to have one posting a day.....But who can resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-4219761069492688382?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4219761069492688382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=4219761069492688382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/4219761069492688382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/4219761069492688382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-to-share.html' title='Have to Share.....'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-1979294502090206134</id><published>2008-03-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:50:25.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Uncle Mikey</title><content type='html'>Today is my little brother's birthday.  Even though he is younger than I am, he is bigger  than I am.  Growing up I wasn't the best sister to him.  However, I love him more than he will ever know.  I hope you have a great day and I hope that your year is filled with good health, lots of laughter, and great new memories!  Happy Birthday Mickey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-1979294502090206134?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1979294502090206134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=1979294502090206134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1979294502090206134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/1979294502090206134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-uncle-mikey.html' title='Happy Birthday Uncle Mikey'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7027182840068285377.post-5693208090569744580</id><published>2008-03-04T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:29:40.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will they say about this.....</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided to jump on the ban wagon.  My sister and best friend do it, why can't I.  I figure this will be a place that I can let everyone important in my life know what's going on.  Besides, I can post things and look back on them and laugh......heaven knows my memory isn't what it used to be.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7027182840068285377-5693208090569744580?l=lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5693208090569744580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7027182840068285377&amp;postID=5693208090569744580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/5693208090569744580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7027182840068285377/posts/default/5693208090569744580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittleupsdowns.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-will-they-say-about-this.html' title='What will they say about this.....'/><author><name>Brandy Acosta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026052987605145112</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
