<?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-6370217062156526402</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:17:47.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Hands</title><subtitle type='html'>If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-156153548048478362</id><published>2012-01-24T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:41:08.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting: the most challenging endeavor in one's lifetime</title><content type='html'>I've been accused of thinking to much, but I can't help but wonder... am I raising successful men? I suppose everyone has a different opinion of success, but I'm referring to something bigger then material wealth. Have I taught them the important things in life? Will they have compassion, patience, and love in their hearts? Have I set a good example? Have I inspired something bigger inside them?  I am less then a year away from having a full fledged "adult" son, and two more not far behind. I feel the clock ticking away from me so fast, suddenly all of my shortcomings in "motherhood" seem to be amplified. I'm not oblivious to reality, I know they will not always make the best choices,and have plenty of hard lessons learned. When the smoke clears though, will they have a good solid foundation? Someone once told me, &lt;i&gt;Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so true for me. Thinking about growing up, I remember what my parents &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; not what they &lt;i&gt;said&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;What a joyful/terrifying ride this is raising boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-156153548048478362?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/156153548048478362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=156153548048478362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/156153548048478362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/156153548048478362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2012/01/parenting-most-challenging-endeavor-in.html' title='Parenting: the most challenging endeavor in one&apos;s lifetime'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5783972324768668284</id><published>2011-11-14T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:02:52.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my hands...</title><content type='html'>I sure hope I'm not jinxing him, but Alex is still seizure free. Its rather puzzling how the medication cocktail works. Just as quickly as the seizures appeared at age 4,they have disappeared... for now.  &lt;br /&gt;So this , really strange 2 months of seizure free life is peculiar. I have that feeling that Ricky Bobby had from Talledega Nights " these are hands.. uh I'm not sure what to do with them " and that's no exaggeration. Our routine, our day,every minute was planned around the looming next seizure. &lt;br /&gt;I've always had this habit of thinking "if only Alex's seizures would go away, everything else would fall into place " ... that couldn't be further from the truth. When the focus came off the seizures, things that had been pushed under the rug came raging out. All the things that seemed to tiny, minute and pointless had the dust blown off and the ugly truth revealed. Relationships that sat stagnant for so long were awkward, even the simplest day seemed overwhelming. Suddenly Andy and Aaron had a brother who plays soccer &amp; goes to school. I can't possibly describe the emotions. Not a single one of us knows how to act/react. Now the focus has shifted and I'm not sure I'm comfortable. I didn't know that being so overwhelmed with gratitude would bring along this tidal wave of emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5783972324768668284?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5783972324768668284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5783972324768668284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5783972324768668284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5783972324768668284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2011/11/these-are-my-hands.html' title='These are my hands...'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8925862003458788861</id><published>2011-11-07T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:09:18.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before &amp; After</title><content type='html'>I know, I've been gone awhile. I've changed my blog name, and have so much to write about. I can't possibly have the right words for this first post. The first picture is Alex before his new medications, and the bottom picture is after. (Notice the hope painting in the background). Alex has gone 2 months seizure free. He's back!!! He is the little (grown) boy that we all knew before seizures came and stole him. His eyes are ALIVE with life. Alex had been up to 8 medications without results, we dropped 3 medications, increased one and added a new one. This is the result! Are you kidding me?! I never let myself even dream that we could have 2 months seizure free. I never gave up hope, but I never teased myself with possibilities either... Alex's new doctor has given our family Alex back. There just aren't words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNw4R8ZnJyw/Trhhyid4B_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/6TkOqHtjIcY/s1600/Droid%2B2%2B881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNw4R8ZnJyw/Trhhyid4B_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/6TkOqHtjIcY/s400/Droid%2B2%2B881.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4Xp4JN-PiM/TrhiWkhuztI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OUGNJH099rQ/s1600/303725_2380386305670_1131033688_2760114_99606588_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4Xp4JN-PiM/TrhiWkhuztI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OUGNJH099rQ/s400/303725_2380386305670_1131033688_2760114_99606588_n.jpg" /&gt;&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/6370217062156526402-8925862003458788861?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8925862003458788861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8925862003458788861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8925862003458788861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8925862003458788861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-after.html' title='Before &amp; After'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNw4R8ZnJyw/Trhhyid4B_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/6TkOqHtjIcY/s72-c/Droid%2B2%2B881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8017227772989582622</id><published>2011-04-22T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T17:59:06.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth Sharing</title><content type='html'>The poem below was actually a forward in my email, but it really hit home so I decided to share it on my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;on a merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic&lt;br /&gt;flight&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading&lt;br /&gt;night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;Time is short&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day on the&lt;br /&gt;fly&lt;br /&gt;When you ask "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done,&lt;br /&gt;do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;Time is short&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste, not see his&lt;br /&gt;sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;to call and say "Hi"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;Time is short&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your&lt;br /&gt;day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift....&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-8017227772989582622?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8017227772989582622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8017227772989582622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8017227772989582622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8017227772989582622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2011/04/worth-sharing.html' title='Worth Sharing'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5624708176044020789</id><published>2011-04-01T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T01:04:36.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking. I've been thinking that bloggers don't get nearly enough credit. I love reading blogs and I'm constantly checking on my favorite bloggers for new entries and new posts. When it comes to mine, I just stopped. Somehow I used to find it therapeutic to be able to put into words what was happening in our little corner of the world. Odd , because somehow my definition of what my life "should" be doesn't match what "is", I can't put it into words. Words are powerful, they give meaning. I can't put my world into words. I admire those that I read about, that so eloquently put their world into my home, let me in, and let me learn. Yet somehow I want to hunker in the corner with my head hung low because all I can see is my own shortcomings. Whose standards am I trying to live up to? Its exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely could not have predicted this last year. The man upstairs has been bending me like blacksmith bends iron. I should be grateful, I've been able to get some incredible insight into myself and others around me. Its given me direction, all the hammering has opened my eyes, so wide that I want to shut them just as quickly. I'm working on my gratitude, on seeing the glass half full. I'm working on putting on a fabulous pair of shades when the urge to close my eyes comes along. Its all about perspective... right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5624708176044020789?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5624708176044020789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5624708176044020789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5624708176044020789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5624708176044020789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2011/04/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5527433095951460643</id><published>2011-01-28T19:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:28:50.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TUNfOr-OufI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ebvx3GWwNbw/s1600/andy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TUNfOr-OufI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ebvx3GWwNbw/s400/andy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567398270286608882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 23rd! To the one and only Andy! How many ways is this child like his father? let me count the ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5527433095951460643?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5527433095951460643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5527433095951460643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5527433095951460643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5527433095951460643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2011/01/belated-birthday.html' title='Belated Birthday!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TUNfOr-OufI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ebvx3GWwNbw/s72-c/andy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5568274599060642968</id><published>2010-12-31T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:32:23.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Well its so long to 2010 . I want to wash it, scrub it, delete it, from my memory! There is just something about a new year, it conjures up hope, it breathes new life in me. I can't say why, and maybe that perception is silly but at some point I need a reboot button and the new year seems to be it. I can't help but to wonder what this year will bring. Its overwhelming, promising, full of wonderment. &lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned... 2011 should be a ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5568274599060642968?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5568274599060642968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5568274599060642968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5568274599060642968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5568274599060642968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-6475488845578474783</id><published>2010-12-28T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T18:59:19.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Globe</title><content type='html'>That's how my life feels right now. Like a snow globe. I'm one of those little plastic people trapped in a little world. Sometimes I wander up, tap on the glass and declare "It's time to get the heck out of here."&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be uber confident in this huge leap of faith and instead I find myself hanging out in my snow globe,where occasionally someone picks me up and shakes me. Snow globes are volatile. You put yourself on a shelf- available for the shaking. The rattling of the cage if you will. &lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm learning about life in the snow globe. It's largely about Faith. Faith in the prayers you've said that haven't been answered. Faith in the people who surround you in your little world and Faith that at some point, you'll get yourself out of the globe.. and everything and everyone will stop shaking. Life will be peaceful again. Until then though, and here's the hard part, you have to have Faith that you're in the right hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-6475488845578474783?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/6475488845578474783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=6475488845578474783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6475488845578474783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6475488845578474783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-globe.html' title='Snow Globe'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-548958635655972084</id><published>2010-12-05T01:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T02:14:29.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>Having taken a sizable pay cut when Doug left Luk, it was certainly eye opening to see the lifestyle we were used to, just disappear. Probably the hardest was seeing the boys struggle to accept our circumstances. I am still struggling. 2010 hasn't been easy, not even a little bit. Its certainly easy to tell who your real friends are when you hit hard times. I don't suppose it was a secret about our situation, I seem to wear my emotions on my sleeve. This year has been choc full of battles. We have fought with insurance companies, pharmaceuticals,Luk,letting go of our home, downsizing vehicles, giving up whatever material object necessary. This year turned up more medical problems with Alex than you can shake a stick at. Alex turned 16 and realized he wasn't getting his drivers license. This family has dealt with every emotion known to man. I am exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;The wonderfulness of this , is that situations like this really bring you to your knees.  Every negative I just mentioned can be justified with a positive. Its silly to get so involved in the negatives. What I appreciate the most is the giving nature of some people. Not even in the most obvious. Its the friends who saw that we were battling the drivers license and maybe we didn't need to hear that their son/daughter had passed the exam that day. The friends who just comforted us. &lt;br /&gt;The people that are enjoying a prosperous season and building homes , buying cars, and traveling but recognize the struggle with us and ask how we are and truly care.I don't mean to sound rude but when Alex is in the hospital, I probably don't care about the kitchen cabinets your thinking of buying. To every time there is a season, although it may seem like a drought , my heart is full and I'm learning more each day about WHAT is  important and WHO is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-548958635655972084?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/548958635655972084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=548958635655972084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/548958635655972084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/548958635655972084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/12/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5048679210072716114</id><published>2010-11-16T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:08:36.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TOMOzcHaqnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FebMI5dSuiE/s1600/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TOMOzcHaqnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FebMI5dSuiE/s400/alex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540288243479259762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th Alex! I'm am blessed to be his mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5048679210072716114?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5048679210072716114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5048679210072716114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5048679210072716114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5048679210072716114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-alex.html' title='Happy Birthday Alex!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TOMOzcHaqnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FebMI5dSuiE/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-2665332556904996560</id><published>2010-11-06T12:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T13:28:43.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I ramble</title><content type='html'>Its difficult for me to try and lasso my thoughts. Bear with me. Life seems to move at a completely unforgiving pace, much of that would be my own fault. It seems like society pushes us to put our kids into every imaginable activity, and schools push to educate at elevated, faster levels. Finding the balance has been difficult for me. Somehow through the rigourous schedules I feel as if I have lost contact with human compassion and values. I create the next "goal" or the next task to be completed and just keep moving. Its like I never stop to think "what are the consequences if I just keep moving", what human value have I completely ignored to acheive the goal. &lt;br /&gt;I'm always surprised at how many families don't have dinner together at the table, ever. Somedays it seems much easier to dish the plates out and everyone dissappears to eat in front of the tv or video game. Somedays, it happens. I try really hard to keep that to a minimum. Anyways, my whole point is that so many times I get caught up in thinking that I "need" to do or have certain things to be happy. This last year has been a giant lesson in values, compassion, and epiphanies. We have lived with less income this year then ever. We have given up almost every imaginable material object, or downsized and its created a new attitude of gratitude . Its brought us back to realizing how unimportant certain things are, and truly how important it is to be a good person. The pace has picked up, but I need to figure out how to keep the balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-2665332556904996560?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/2665332556904996560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=2665332556904996560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2665332556904996560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2665332556904996560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-ramble.html' title='I ramble'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7888518521009844992</id><published>2010-10-26T22:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:14:17.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TMeKsCL1U4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/SxW7jx1l2Qo/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TMeKsCL1U4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/SxW7jx1l2Qo/s400/080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532543156353323906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 9th Birthday Aaron! So hard to accept that my youngest turned 9 whole years yesterday ! Where o where do the years go?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7888518521009844992?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7888518521009844992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7888518521009844992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7888518521009844992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7888518521009844992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TMeKsCL1U4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/SxW7jx1l2Qo/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-1727884522015702049</id><published>2010-10-16T00:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:53:46.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed</title><content type='html'>I came across this by chance and I'm fascinated! Its called "exposed". The idea behind it is to stop criticising our bodies, or ourselves for the shape our bodies are in, and start to love and appreciate them instead.Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.eatingjourney.com/exposed/"&gt;Exposed Movement&lt;/a&gt; to witness the power in these women!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-1727884522015702049?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1727884522015702049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=1727884522015702049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1727884522015702049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1727884522015702049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/10/exposed.html' title='Exposed'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5401759863113015314</id><published>2010-10-10T23:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:26:55.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a small world</title><content type='html'>Its always amazing to me how small the world is. Maybe it wasn't until I joined facebook that I discovered everyone knows someone you know. Did that make sense? Now I'm not writing about facebook , but about another strange reminder of how small the world is. &lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some background knowledge. Doug has 3 brothers. 1 of those brothers passed away in a tragic car accident at the age of 10. His name is David. David was born Nov 9, 1964 and passed Sept 12, 1975. He is buried in Richfield township which is about 2 hours from where we live. With Alex having so many appointments in Akron these days we found it a good time to visit the grave. David doesn't have a headstone, or a marker of any sort . We called ahead and had the cemetery make a temporary marker so we would at least know where to look. I don't know the whys or details of the missing marker. The cemetery says there was never one placed and Doug remembers only visiting once or twice growing up, and never seeing a headstone. Since then they have removed some tree's and it all gets a little confusing. In fact, until last week , Doug didn't know/ or remember David's date of death. Not that he would have remembered , Doug was about 2 at the time of the accident. After pulling up the obituary it said that David was pronounced dead at Wooster Community Hospital Sept 12, 1975. &lt;br /&gt;Here is where it gets strange. My birthday is Sept 10 1975 . So after asking my mom how long she had stayed in the hospital after having me , we discovered I was defintley in the newborn nursery when Doug and his brothers where brought to the ER . Doug had his ear stitched back on , you can still see stitch marks to this day. Who could have predicted that 18 years later I would meet Doug on a blind date? Its really bizarre, or at least I think it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5401759863113015314?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5401759863113015314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5401759863113015314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5401759863113015314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5401759863113015314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-small-world.html' title='Its a small world'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-3805409226800070253</id><published>2010-09-30T23:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:38:28.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>Sometimes comfort comes in the strangest forms. Yesterday on the fourth floor of Akron Childrens neorology department I found just that. It was like someone wrapped me in the warmest blanket on the coldest day. Quite honestly in a nuerology department you never know what type of patients you will encounter. There are some that the issues are obvious, some that aren't, and the in-betweens. Looking around the waiting room, it hit me. These parents and caregivers know exactly what I'm going through. Some have mountains to climb that make mine look like a small grassy knoll on the hillside. They are in that waiting room for a reason. Their child needs help. I'm embarrassed to say that as Alex gets older and restrictions get greater, I am angry. I think its natural that as a mother I want for him , what every child deserves, to be healthy. To be able to live a life without limits. Hearing the doctor say that he is "disabled" "handicaped" and will never be able to live an independent life is overwhelming. I'm not embarrassed, I hurt for him. Looking at the faces of the other parents in the waiting area, it felt a little like coming home. Somedays it feels like no one else understands what it feels like to be in the middle of eating dinner and seeing your child seize. Knowing that your child must take 15 pills a day to try and ward them off. Saying no to every activity that we take for granted. The list goes on and on. In that short 15 minutes on the fourth floor , I felt something I haven't felt in a very long time, comfort. For that, I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-3805409226800070253?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3805409226800070253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=3805409226800070253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3805409226800070253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3805409226800070253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/09/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7952995629831491788</id><published>2010-09-23T23:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:25:42.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where I've been</title><content type='html'>I haven't spent much time with my blog. This summer has been less then what I hoped for and time even shorter . So while I've been ignoring my blog a few things have been changing and happening. I turned 35 Sept 10, low and behold the girls from work whisked my away to a wonderful weekend at the beach. We visited Ocean City, Maryland. It was truly amazing. It was just what I needed . I know there aren't many seagull fans out there but my most memorable moments were spent hand feeding them potato ships and anchovies. I love those crazy feathered creatures!&lt;br /&gt;We are adjusting into the new small house. If anyone has any storage ideas for closet-less bedrooms I'd love to hear them!! I can see I'm going to have to be creative!! &lt;br /&gt;We also hosted the AU Offroad Labor day trail ride. That is something everyone should experience. Mud, Mud...and some occasional bugs stuck in your teeth. It was good for all of us to get out and drink up the sunshine, then finish the night off with some cornhole and a bonfire. &lt;br /&gt;Andy has started football as you can see from my previous post. I have a good feeling about this for him. Alex and Aaron both started winter bowling leagues. Intresting note that Aarons team is all girls.... I think he planned that one!&lt;br /&gt;We are also placing Alex in a tae kwon do class . It can help you to develop more self confidence. For example, the 5 Taekwondo tenets are:&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy (Ye Ui)&lt;br /&gt;Integrity (Yom Chi)&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance (In Nae)&lt;br /&gt;Self Control (Guk Gi)&lt;br /&gt;Indomitable Spirit (Baekjul Boolkool)&lt;br /&gt;Really excellent qualities to enforce during this time in his life. &lt;br /&gt;Andy is also leaving for Alabama Oct 17. He is attending the space camp in huntsville.I think this will be an extraordinary oppurtunity for him and I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;More importantly then anything , Alex is going to his nuerologist Tuesday and we could sure use every postive thought/prayer/vibe that you all can send out. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be mindfull of my blog and keep it updated :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7952995629831491788?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7952995629831491788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7952995629831491788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7952995629831491788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7952995629831491788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-ive-been.html' title='where I&apos;ve been'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7477483715137049851</id><published>2010-09-22T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:57:13.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TJrB2x9L1II/AAAAAAAAAWk/6EBsfRkMpXI/s1600/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TJrB2x9L1II/AAAAAAAAAWk/6EBsfRkMpXI/s400/football.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519937440163026050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has brought a new sport to Andy. This is his first year of playing football. I have mixed emotions about this sport but he has taken it and blossomed :o) He is becoming quite an amazing young man, I just can't figure out how he grew up so quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7477483715137049851?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7477483715137049851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7477483715137049851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7477483715137049851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7477483715137049851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/09/andy.html' title='Andy'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TJrB2x9L1II/AAAAAAAAAWk/6EBsfRkMpXI/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-56092700703663315</id><published>2010-08-25T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:56:00.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a quickie</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of ways to get into the witness protection program. Someway to change my locale and live virtually unknown. crazy you might call me. I say, " I'm tired " . The last month I haven't blogged has been hectic at best. We have finally made the big move to the smaller -then- what -we- had - house. Its good , the boys enjoy being surrounded by the woods and the creek. Its much easier to manage Alex's seizures on a one floor plan house. purging and rearranging things a bit more challenging. All in all ... its ok. &lt;br /&gt;School has started back up for us, Andy and Aaron truly enjoy the routine and challenges again. Alex is being set up for 2 hours in school time 3 times a week and then the rest to be done at home online. With the doctors prepping Alex for pre testing for his possible  brain surgery , making his school work accessible 24/7 was a must. Kudo's to Riverview for making it possible. &lt;br /&gt;I hate to say summer is over and I haven't done anything fabulous, but this summer, this whole year so far has been chock full o changes. Some I am a bit stubborn to conform to. Its time to take order in my life, my world. Everything seem all kinds of&lt;br /&gt;whoppperjawed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-56092700703663315?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/56092700703663315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=56092700703663315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/56092700703663315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/56092700703663315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/08/quickie.html' title='a quickie'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-890961152297656858</id><published>2010-07-19T23:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:41:49.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few weeks</title><content type='html'>The last month has been like a roller coaster. I believe the last time I blogged it was about our hospital stay with Alex. I'm crazy-scared-pretty-sure-i'm-jinxing-myself by saying this but the new medications have cut Alex's seizures drastically. I say this with hesitation because we have tried medications that have been super for the first 3 months and then lost their effect. For now I'm taking this as a small victory. woot-woot :o)&lt;br /&gt;This last week my Uncle Paul passed away. My extended family dynamics are a bit odd. Both sides of my family are of course Amish. I do have some Aunts and Uncles scattered throughout that are not Amish. My Uncle Paul was not Amish. I have ALOT of Uncles. I can count on one hand the number of Aunts and Uncles that I actually have a relationship with. Uncle Paul was one of them. To be honest , I haven't actually met all my Aunts/Uncles/Cousins. I bet your wishing I would get to the point :o) &lt;br /&gt;My point is that I seriously treasure any relationship I have with my extended family. My Uncle Paul was one of those people you only had to meet once and you would never forget him. He had the biggest grin, and an incurable sense of humor. He had a way of touching people's lives without even knowing it. He had the most extraordinary sense of adventure and ability to live his life without fences. Anything was possible. I really want more of that inside me. His memorial service was perfect, just the way he would have wanted it. He will be missed by so many. &lt;br /&gt;On a different note, as you know our black lab "sheba" passed away earlier this year. She was Alex's dog and in training to be his companion dog. Low and behold someone we know had a loved one pass away, leaving behind a 1 1/2 year old chocolate lab. Our friends traveled to Canada to pick up "Ruger" and bring him back for Alex. Ruger is an awesome dog, he fetches, he swims, he does all kinds of tricks. He bonded with Alex like he had known him all his life. Awww shucks &lt;3 to sweet! &lt;br /&gt;I guess I will wrap this one up. Its been a summer full of surprises, trials, and chaos. This is how we grow ...right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-890961152297656858?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/890961152297656858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=890961152297656858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/890961152297656858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/890961152297656858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-few-weeks.html' title='The last few weeks'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5691264072777927700</id><published>2010-06-28T18:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:48:58.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clarification</title><content type='html'>so ... after reading some of my last posts, I find it necessary to explain that I write these at night. After midnight , when all is quiet and my mind is jumbled. Hope Ya'll understand ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5691264072777927700?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5691264072777927700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5691264072777927700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5691264072777927700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5691264072777927700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/06/clarification.html' title='clarification'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-9196845593116920720</id><published>2010-06-27T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:04:47.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and then...</title><content type='html'>We ended up in the hospital. Last Wendesday ( and yes we felt that darn earthquake )at Alex's nuerology appointment he started seizing. Thank goodness his DR is adjacent to Childrens hospital in Akron. They transported him right into a room and attatched a video EEG while he was seizing. From 5 until 9 , alex averaged a seizure every 4 minutes. At about 9:45 he developed a seizure that he could not come out of on his own. We gathered some valuable information during that time! Its the worst feeling in the world to see your child's body being racked with seizures but on the flip side , its exactly what we needed to have happen . I would like to have his EEG have shown some different news but it didn't . When he is seizing , it is all over his brain, not localized to the left or right. These kinds are much tougher to treat. We are now using a medication similar to Ativan , called Tranxene , to help regulate these "thunderstorms" in his brain. Its really more of a tranquilizer , but he has reacted well to it. We are down to 1 seizure a day so far... if by some miracle that holds true that is tremendous!! Some of you may be asking ... a tranquilizer? yes shockingly so! When he has gone into the seizures in the past, we have used Ativan in his IV to snap him right back to us. It works by decreasing unusual brain activity. After seeing Alex's EEG during a seizure , there is a huge amount of that happening. In fact , he seemed to be the talk of the nuero department as they had never seen such an incredible reading of brain activity . One doctor said it was like having a category 5 hurricane inside Alex's head, or a 9 or 10 on the Richter scale . &lt;br /&gt;I know I need to take one day at a time with this. Alex's seizures are sneaky and sudden. He has strict orders from his nuero to do nothing unsupervised at this point. But having stayed on the 6th floor of the hospital for 3 days , I am humbled . There are so many other children with just devastating diseases and conditions. We will be ok , Alex will rise from this. The young girl next to him passed away while we were there and that was a an eye opener for Alex. He wept and prayed for the family. They filled the halls sobbing and it was almost more then I could take, my heart overflowed with what they must have felt. ahh yes.. I am humbled, overwhelmed and so very greatful for all my friends calling, emailing and praying for Alex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-9196845593116920720?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/9196845593116920720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=9196845593116920720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/9196845593116920720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/9196845593116920720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-then.html' title='and then...'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7530409326960483318</id><published>2010-06-22T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:10:07.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth is ..</title><content type='html'>I am mad. Not the average mad, a deep brewing anger that engulfs me. I want to believe that somewhere inside is a measure of happiness. I can't find it right now. Our lives have been consumed by seizures. It has stolen not only from Alex, but everyone that loves him and knows him. I don't expect people to understand anymore, it borders on the brink of insanity.It breaks my heart that he isn't able to experience the simple joys that kids treasure. No sports, no driving, no amusement parks,no sleepovers... the list goes on and on!  I've spent so many blogs ranting and raving about the things he can't do , I'm just beyond livid to a completely unhealthy level of rage. The guilt of having 2 younger sons that I feel as if I'm not there for is overhwelming and fueling my fire.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have changed so much over the last few months. Doug is on extended family leave, with Alex's increase in seizures Doug is just about the only person that can handle him when he shakes and convulses violently. I wonder; what do other families do when this happens, am I the only person in this situation? its a stretch to go from Doug's income to just mine. The health insurance we have is ok, but when your in the ER every week with a hefty deductible each time , it tends to pull. Not to mention weekly trips to Akron. Some day's I feel as if I am going to explode with rage , and utter helplessness. I am certain my knee's are raw and bloody from hours of prayer for answers and help. &lt;br /&gt;Do I know that there are many other people in worse situations? YES. It doesn't make seeing your child suffer any easier. When is enough ....enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7530409326960483318?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7530409326960483318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7530409326960483318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7530409326960483318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7530409326960483318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth-is.html' title='The truth is ..'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4456240722621599807</id><published>2010-06-13T23:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:15:10.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TBWsgs7q4xI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mpE_kI8K9pc/s1600/31487_1296982827815_1327697550_30683879_4847602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TBWsgs7q4xI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mpE_kI8K9pc/s400/31487_1296982827815_1327697550_30683879_4847602_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482477799210672914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TBWsgWejx-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/VHRS5KIUUns/s1600/31487_1296978907717_1327697550_30683848_3817707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TBWsgWejx-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/VHRS5KIUUns/s400/31487_1296978907717_1327697550_30683848_3817707_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482477793182992354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TBWsfxckTuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/O8BhFCcHe-4/s1600/31487_1296976747663_1327697550_30683841_865977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TBWsfxckTuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/O8BhFCcHe-4/s400/31487_1296976747663_1327697550_30683841_865977_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482477783242526434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TBWsEDyvLwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Rma58VMnbPc/s1600/31487_1296974987619_1327697550_30683830_2903234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TBWsEDyvLwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Rma58VMnbPc/s400/31487_1296974987619_1327697550_30683830_2903234_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482477307131014914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks are screaming by! I can hardly believe its summer and my kids are advancing yet another grade, now I've got 3rd, 6th, and 10th . Incredible! &lt;br /&gt;So heres the long and short of it. Alex had yet another seizure this past Friday that resulted in being escorted by the Navarre PD to the Massilon ER , if you hear Andy tell the story , it goes something like this.. "dude we were going like 110" . Not quite the truth but close. A person doesn't have much of a choice when your in a car and someone has a seizure. I think the Navarre PD probably thought we were into some sort of criminal activity.. lol. They were awesome though! Zooming Alex through lights and getting him the ER in record time, I will always be thankful!! I wish I had answers for his seizures. I don't . They will be testing him soon for something called "Fragile X " He has most of the symptoms of this genetic disorder but a complete blood test and chromosome profile has to be pulled and examined to be sure. Doug and I will have to be tested too. &lt;br /&gt;Andy and Aaron have been playing baseball , when its not raining that is. I've gotta say that the parents are so annoying sometimes. I wish the kids could just play and let it be that. I think I say this every year too!&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was just a time to unwind, some very good friends of ours had a cook out tonight and the boys just got to go hog wild! I love days like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4456240722621599807?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4456240722621599807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4456240722621599807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4456240722621599807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4456240722621599807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/06/lots-of-updates.html' title='Lots of Updates!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/TBWsgs7q4xI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mpE_kI8K9pc/s72-c/31487_1296982827815_1327697550_30683879_4847602_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-2476016492452796071</id><published>2010-06-01T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:11:22.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes! I am alive</title><content type='html'>Call off the search party... I'm alive and kickin! I haven't abandoned my blog completely ...just long enough to catch my breath. Things here have been beyond chaotic, tis the season I suppose. Andy and Aaron both have 2 baseball games per week, and Alex has his Bowling team and Guitar lessons every week. Over the past month we have been doing extensive testing on Alex , trying to unravel the puzzle ever more. For the last few years we were told he had an Autism spectrum disorder, finally they do the test of all tests on him -- called an ADOS test for those of you who might be thinking about it... I say do it. --- It opened our eyes on how, when and if he functions. I've taken him to Akron childrens once a week for nearly the last 2 months. I hate the drive but think the care and progress is worth the 80 mile one way drive. Today we were there for an updated EEG , I had 2 1/2 hours of people watching while he was testing and wow... there are some intresting people out there. Thankfully the starbucks was open inside the hospital. Now if something were to show up on the EEG I would thrilled, sometimes.. anything can be the missing link so I am hoping for a strike of luck !&lt;br /&gt;We are also looking for another house, a one floor plan that will accomodate Alex a little better. These seizures show up and the darndest times  with his age and size I need to have him under my nose as much as possible. He would often time seize and fall in the shower, or down the steps and it made us think perhaps one floor living will have to be for us. Doug has plans on building a triple bunk bed for them. SSSSHhh... dont tell them !! but its not a typical triple bunk set, much better! &lt;br /&gt;I've kept them all sleeping together so the other boys can alert us if he should seize, these new improved beds might help :o) ]&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats it, busy as usual these days. &lt;br /&gt;So thats it, just plain busy in these parts of the woods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-2476016492452796071?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/2476016492452796071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=2476016492452796071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2476016492452796071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2476016492452796071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/06/yes-i-am-alive.html' title='yes! I am alive'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-367705531736108526</id><published>2010-05-23T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:04:05.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S_nsbsfiv2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/eKxTP2Z-AEI/s1600/2010-05-239515.12.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S_nsbsfiv2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/eKxTP2Z-AEI/s400/2010-05-239515.12.10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474666782589632354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy makes me smile when smiling feels impossible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-367705531736108526?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/367705531736108526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=367705531736108526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/367705531736108526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/367705531736108526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/05/irresistable.html' title='Irresistable'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S_nsbsfiv2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/eKxTP2Z-AEI/s72-c/2010-05-239515.12.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-1423710336667547581</id><published>2010-05-16T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:08:16.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacey's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S_CzBTGproI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bIVELyXWkMI/s1600/lacey+and+sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S_CzBTGproI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bIVELyXWkMI/s400/lacey+and+sam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472070382144564866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my neice's wedding , and what a beautiful wedding it was. It was every bit what fairytales are made of. Its hard to believe I watched her blossom into the young lady she is, where does the time go? So here's to you Lacey and Sam - We love you! I'm posting more pics on facebook.. there was an open bar.. need I say more?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-1423710336667547581?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1423710336667547581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=1423710336667547581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1423710336667547581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1423710336667547581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/05/laceys-wedding.html' title='Lacey&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S_CzBTGproI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bIVELyXWkMI/s72-c/lacey+and+sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8140041519334670036</id><published>2010-04-21T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:59:46.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>16 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8-7dWQ9R1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/8gnNEnmD9Zg/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8-7dWQ9R1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/8gnNEnmD9Zg/s400/us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462790985891006290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone missed it on my facebook page.. yes ... today April 21st is our wedding anniversary. 16 years and counting &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-8140041519334670036?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8140041519334670036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8140041519334670036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8140041519334670036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8140041519334670036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/04/16-years.html' title='16 years!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8-7dWQ9R1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/8gnNEnmD9Zg/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5921650380669545743</id><published>2010-04-18T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:52:12.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball :The beginning !</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the start of madness! It began Thursday night with a game both that night and Friday night . Saturday produced 2 more games and Sunday we had 3 back to back games. I'm thinking we would have placed higher if our games hadn't been back to back however , we still captured 4th place out of 15 teams in our division ! Not to shabby with only a few practices under our belts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8un5iHXYDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cKpn1EzvPjM/s1600/carlos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8un5iHXYDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cKpn1EzvPjM/s400/carlos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461643579968938034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8un5SA_N5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/2GJETiIIyME/s1600/carlos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8un5SA_N5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/2GJETiIIyME/s400/carlos2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461643575647221650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5921650380669545743?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5921650380669545743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5921650380669545743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5921650380669545743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5921650380669545743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/04/baseball-beginning.html' title='Baseball :The beginning !'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8un5iHXYDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cKpn1EzvPjM/s72-c/carlos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7123218102854406814</id><published>2010-04-15T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:01:13.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>words to remember</title><content type='html'>Insecurities are what make us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt is what breaks us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flaws are our perfection,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perfection is a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No two people can judge the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man's treasure is another man's gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really matters is what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be what you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be a celebrity to be an actor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need to publish a novel to be a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want and live life to its fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just too short to spend wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream. And if you are dreaming, you might as well dream big. But don't just dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out there and chase your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never try, you will never make it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a person misses every shot they do not take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember that if you shoot for the moon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can miss and still end up among the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let doubt stand in the way of what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The achievers embrace them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fearful hide from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a failure until you call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the power to change the world if they put their mistakes behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes one person to push the human race forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it takes a determined person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that is crazy and brave enough to think that they can and will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because those who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever forget that you are one in nearly seven billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can replace you and no one can change the world in the way that you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and do what you have to do because only you have the power to speak the words on your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past and present are who you were,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the future is who you are now and who you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time will come if you let it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you can conquer doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is spread your wings and it will be easy to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7123218102854406814?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7123218102854406814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7123218102854406814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7123218102854406814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7123218102854406814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/04/words-to-remember.html' title='words to remember'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4188883030191308471</id><published>2010-04-12T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:46:52.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andys Mind ...</title><content type='html'>Andy who is 11 , was bored in reading class so he came up with this all on his own... kinda creative I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8OwT2l-SrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ULJXRMq-ZJA/s1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8OwT2l-SrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ULJXRMq-ZJA/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459401028421962418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8OwTJQyJVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4ps9C3-4ctQ/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8OwTJQyJVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4ps9C3-4ctQ/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459401016253490514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4188883030191308471?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4188883030191308471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4188883030191308471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4188883030191308471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4188883030191308471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/04/andys-mind.html' title='Andys Mind ...'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S8OwT2l-SrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ULJXRMq-ZJA/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4809670005111849095</id><published>2010-04-09T22:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:42:29.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what we've been doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7_lfU8HL6I/AAAAAAAAATs/pLZV4s2NxPs/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7_lfU8HL6I/AAAAAAAAATs/pLZV4s2NxPs/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458333599755874210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7_lemnevVI/AAAAAAAAATk/DVJ1Grc4hW4/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7_lemnevVI/AAAAAAAAATk/DVJ1Grc4hW4/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458333587321306450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7_leC4F9dI/AAAAAAAAATc/Jx1U70PNmQk/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7_leC4F9dI/AAAAAAAAATc/Jx1U70PNmQk/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458333577727309266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its officially the start of baseball season, which equals crazy season :o) but we had such an amazing Easter weekend I wanted to share some of what we've been doing. If your not already a fan on facebook- you should stop by and become a fan of our jeeping club " AU Offroad " if your wondering what that stands for .. so am I . Could it be "Adkins Unlimited", or "hey you" with a southern drawl? lol just kidding but stop by the fan page to learn more. This year AU is sponsering a youth baseball team here in Warsaw.. all kinds of exciting things happening!Here are some pics of our Easter outing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4809670005111849095?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4809670005111849095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4809670005111849095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4809670005111849095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4809670005111849095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-weve-been-doing.html' title='what we&apos;ve been doing'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7_lfU8HL6I/AAAAAAAAATs/pLZV4s2NxPs/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-6854030623982018468</id><published>2010-04-05T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:03:51.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The great mohawk debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7qx9hggJxI/AAAAAAAAATU/2qj55HyDgPo/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7qx9hggJxI/AAAAAAAAATU/2qj55HyDgPo/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456869569037608722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh life in a small town is great... until you go against the grain. Recently Alex decided he would like a mohawk. I heem-hawed around it... not sure. I find it annoying that I actually care what other moms would think of me if I let him do it. Don't you know it?  I let him do it and boy-howdy have I hit a nerve with some people. I think it's pretty clear how some parents feel about me. I am also happy to report that I don't care. Alex has always marched to the beat of a different drummer. He likes to experiment. Sometimes I draw the line, sometimes I think there is no harm in trying. Bottom line.. its my decision ... not anyone else. Respect...people. &lt;br /&gt;I personally think he wears it well. I'm not sure I'm thrilled with it, but I sure can think of worse things to want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-6854030623982018468?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/6854030623982018468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=6854030623982018468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6854030623982018468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6854030623982018468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-mohawk-debate.html' title='The great mohawk debate'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S7qx9hggJxI/AAAAAAAAATU/2qj55HyDgPo/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-1529607700979778757</id><published>2010-03-27T16:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:42:14.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the norm</title><content type='html'>Have you ever scrolled down the computer screen to fast and the perfect picture became nothing but colored streaks down the screen? Its like it all made sense and then something distorted the screen and it isn't at all what it should have been. Thats a funny way of saying how I feel about my world at this point. I have had some amazing moments of clarity in the last year. Maybe I've forgotten what its like to roll with the punches because there hasn't seemed to be any breaks between them. I have so much to be thankful for but wow I sure could use a break. I think its high time to forget about how people &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt; I should be living my life. To finish off this short little post ...karma is a bitch! I have had to eat some in the last few months... but its ok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-1529607700979778757?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1529607700979778757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=1529607700979778757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1529607700979778757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1529607700979778757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-of-norm.html' title='out of the norm'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-128232200045435609</id><published>2010-03-24T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:53:39.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2448724410045146464OlsWtu"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thumb4.webshots.net/t/46/46/7/24/41/2448724410045146464OlsWtu_th.jpg" alt="Poems of Faith-God And I In A Quiet Place"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-128232200045435609?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/128232200045435609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=128232200045435609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/128232200045435609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/128232200045435609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7726371585329980294</id><published>2010-03-23T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:48:30.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more decisions</title><content type='html'>Today we had an appointment with Alex's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neurologist&lt;/span&gt;. Over the years we have exhausted nearly every medication available and every treatment out there. For some reason I cannot possibly begin to understand, Alex has been resistant to the majority of these drugs. His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vagus&lt;/span&gt; nerve stimulator has been helpful , but not the cure all. So today his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neurologist&lt;/span&gt; was very blunt , he increased the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; of his stimulator and gave us 2 weeks to decide the next step. There are some other medications to try but with serious side effects such as liver failure and bone marrow complications. Wow, don't even want to think about those. If you look at the flip side of the coin, what is and will his quality of life be like when he is having seizures several times a day? His doctor suggested seeing another specialist out of Cleveland for a second &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; to make sure we have gone down every road possible. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a lot to chew on. I don't understand how its possible that there isn't a single medication out there to zap these seizures. so again I'm just frustrated... I just want an answer ... a fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7726371585329980294?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7726371585329980294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7726371585329980294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7726371585329980294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7726371585329980294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-decisions.html' title='more decisions'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-6462572243364262644</id><published>2010-03-21T00:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:03:09.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>promising signs</title><content type='html'>This is an excellent sign that summer is on the way! Our first roasting of the Hot Dog happened this past weekend at Candys house! What better way to celebrate this wonderful weather then with some fire roasted hot dogs and smores ;o)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S6Wn8vrrYAI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ej-rIZitUzQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450947586035507202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S6Wn8vrrYAI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ej-rIZitUzQ/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6370217062156526402-6462572243364262644?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/6462572243364262644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=6462572243364262644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6462572243364262644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6462572243364262644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/03/promising-signs.html' title='promising signs'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S6Wn8vrrYAI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ej-rIZitUzQ/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-6531765979680762860</id><published>2010-03-15T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:28:34.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S57sogKNbmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vb_s6qnUczs/s1600-h/ginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449052779736559202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S57sogKNbmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vb_s6qnUczs/s400/ginger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6370217062156526402-6531765979680762860?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/6531765979680762860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=6531765979680762860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6531765979680762860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6531765979680762860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-things.html' title='The little things..'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S57sogKNbmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vb_s6qnUczs/s72-c/ginger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-168415193384414018</id><published>2010-03-13T18:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:12:23.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My taste of heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S5wozaelLrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wnqFPzGtm_Q/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448274512957484722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S5wozaelLrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wnqFPzGtm_Q/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S5woEGl2X0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZtAvNCue_Xk/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448273700165410626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S5woEGl2X0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZtAvNCue_Xk/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most everyone knows that music is not just a "like" for me, its a passion. There is pretty much nothing I do without music playing in the background, or blasting :o) I like it all, I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opposed&lt;/span&gt; to listening to anything ... with the exception of the heavy screaming metal death bands. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;likes&lt;/span&gt; cross over every genre out there! Having said all that, I am a concert virgin of sorts. The only concerts I have been to are Pink Floyd in '93 ( I didn't even know who they were, I just went with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Doug&lt;/span&gt; for kicks ) , and Maroon 5 several years ago . Its not that I haven't wanted to ... just had a few things I had to overcome! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;... Alex informed me that John Mayer would be in Columbus March 12. There is no one, nothing, that I like better then John Mayer. I don't care about his reputation . His music is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt; amazing. Its not just music. Its like he crawled into my heart and wrote the story from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Nikki and were just speechless at the incredible concert he put on. We lost count , but it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 songs on his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;setlist&lt;/span&gt;. The opening act was Spearhead, which I was surprised I liked as much as I did. Anyways, in my virgin concert ways , it never &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me they served &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; there. So I only took in my camera and some dollars. Low and behold they wouldn't sell me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; without my ID. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt; come on people... mid thirties girl here! So the girl next to us and her boyfriend offered to fetch us drinks using their ID. Is that illegal?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those Long Island Ice Teas go down pretty quick! phew! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have actual video of the concert, but alas, I seem to be singing with John Mayer.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;.. I won't be sharing that footage! Today my heart is still singing...&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/6370217062156526402-168415193384414018?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/168415193384414018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=168415193384414018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/168415193384414018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/168415193384414018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-taste-of-heaven.html' title='My taste of heaven'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S5wozaelLrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wnqFPzGtm_Q/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-3683068046615759638</id><published>2010-03-11T09:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:46:11.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To My Dad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S5kB1aey7RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ku-Ro8Dy-Us/s1600-h/0311000904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S5kB1aey7RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ku-Ro8Dy-Us/s400/0311000904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447387241434508562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my dad! My friend Candy and I built him this special butt hut for work! This should keep him out of the inclement weather ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-3683068046615759638?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3683068046615759638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=3683068046615759638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3683068046615759638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3683068046615759638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-my-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday To My Dad!!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S5kB1aey7RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ku-Ro8Dy-Us/s72-c/0311000904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-6863151565402304128</id><published>2010-03-04T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:12:16.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>This week hasn't been very nice to us. I will never stop wondering why we can't cure epilepsy. Its like a hideous invisible visitor that shows up at any time. I've worked for the last 11 years to look on the "bright side" to see all the positives . I feel like a horrible person , as if I don't appreciate all the blessings;  I am overwhelmed with sadness. I realize that over a million people suffer with epilepsy. I wonder why so many people can control the symptoms but it seems impossible to keep Alex's under control. It drives me to question every piece of food that goes into his mouth, every minute of sleep he gets, every ounce of stress he feels.. I question it all. I desperately search for the answers , anything that would help lessen the attacks.&lt;br /&gt;My natural instinct is to be a "fixer" when something is wrong, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to fix it. This is something I can't seem to fix and its making me crazy. I'm going to  be honest , when I had babies , I would dream of all the wonderful things in their future. When something threatens to take away those hopes and dreams it brings out the ugly in me. I don't like it, its not who I am. Alex has actually started apologizing "mom I'm sorry for having a seizure" . Really? have I created that sense in him? have I made him feel personally responsible for something he has no control over. Today is Thursday, he hasn't made it to school at all this week. His muscles are so incredibly sore from seizing and his mind is tired.&lt;br /&gt;Alex has had seizures for the last 11 years of his life. I still cannot describe the fear that grips me when I see him slip into one. I can't describe the gut wrenching helplessness that overtakes my whole being. I know I'm not paying attention to Andy and Aaron the way I should be. My mind is waiting and pacing for the next seizure to show up with Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm mad. Today I feel ugly inside. Today is not a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-6863151565402304128?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/6863151565402304128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=6863151565402304128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6863151565402304128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6863151565402304128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/03/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5765853945711426108</id><published>2010-02-24T17:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:07:55.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Sheba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S4WiZggFIxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qAlYTYdVPmo/s1600-h/0224001159a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441934283852030738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S4WiZggFIxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qAlYTYdVPmo/s400/0224001159a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Sheba... the newest addition to our dog farm ;o) She is a lab mix.. and so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;! We are teaching her to look over Alex and hopefully train her to alert us when he has a night seizure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5765853945711426108?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5765853945711426108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5765853945711426108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5765853945711426108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5765853945711426108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-sheba.html' title='Meet Sheba'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S4WiZggFIxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qAlYTYdVPmo/s72-c/0224001159a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5278955271471320095</id><published>2010-02-21T23:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:45:12.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos it is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; where does the weekend go?! here it is, Sunday evening already.  Andy and Aaron have been gone a total of 10 days and it feels like triple that. I'm ready for them to be home and get back into the routine ( if there is such a thing ). As it stands right now, they are in Texas for the night. The 10 days they have been gone have been insane. In that short time period here is a brief list of things that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our dog Lucky just literally fell over dead ( thank you gas station man for coming and digging a hole in the frozen tundra to bury him ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pnuemonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alex has greatly increased seizure activity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend had emergency surgery that I won't get into but was serious stuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another friend fell and shattered her foot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And yet another friend is dealing with so much family stress that my heart is just breaking for her. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dougs&lt;/span&gt; jeep won't start&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tore the whole exhaust off of my Expedition... I actually like the deep growl it has now..not so much the Po-Po stalking me for sound violations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I managed to get into a tremendous argument with the secretary at the elementary school.. ugh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SNOW-- need I say more?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really I could go on and on... about losing my keys only to find them in the ignition, having the most difficult &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;professor&lt;/span&gt; on the face of this earth, blah-blah-blah. On the flip side, I do have a fabulous bunch of friends that really look after me and make me laugh when it feels impossible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we also decided to go back to church,  it was with a gentle nudge that another mom , who recognized my struggles , suggested we go back together. That is exactly what it took for me to recognize that God has taken me to my knee's. The more I try to fix  things the crazier I seem to make them. I'm not going to get all religious on my blog , I don't believe in cramming religion down someones throat. It's certainly a decision I'm glad I made and one that I think everyone in the family will benefit from . So here is to another chaotic week here in the burbs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5278955271471320095?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5278955271471320095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5278955271471320095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5278955271471320095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5278955271471320095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/02/chaos-it-is.html' title='Chaos it is!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-850929742671162191</id><published>2010-02-17T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:29:48.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallowing</title><content type='html'>With all the snow, and just plain nasty weather I've found myself wallowing. Well at least I'll blame it on the weather. I'm angry at myself for letting me play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; party for poor me. How selfish and downright silly. I have so much to be thankful for , to look forward to, and be excited about. Something though has gotten a choke hold on my mind and I've been wallowing in self pity, self doubt and self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absorption&lt;/span&gt;. I wish the grass didn't always look so much greener on the other side. From experience , I've crossed the fence to the other side and only found &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;briar's&lt;/span&gt; . I can get so caught up in the "now" and instant gratification that its like putting blinders on a horse. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Interestingly&lt;/span&gt; enough as I walked into work today the first song on the sound system was a Garth Brooks song, Unanswered Prayers. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... how fitting for me and my mood this last month. I'm so easy to say I want, I want , I want without saying what can I give , what can I do to help? I'm not normally this self involved , so this whole mood change has really thrown me, I almost blamed it on menopause...but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realistically&lt;/span&gt; its just me wallowing in my own mud. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be in the mud.. seems like the harder I work towards getting out , the deeper it drags me in. I'm hoping for a beautiful sunny day that will help me get up and out of the drudge , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; I really have other things to do but whine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-850929742671162191?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/850929742671162191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=850929742671162191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/850929742671162191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/850929742671162191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/02/wallowing.html' title='Wallowing'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-1335269865243032804</id><published>2010-02-10T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:21:20.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matisyahu- One Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;I just came across this tune and although I know my taste in music is odd, this song hits many spots in my heart . As with most music it can mean different things to different people. This is my current fave. Its been a rough start in 2010. Enough said. Please listen to the words. &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kS9uTiEY9ag&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kS9uTiEY9ag&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-1335269865243032804?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1335269865243032804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=1335269865243032804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1335269865243032804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1335269865243032804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/02/matisyahu-one-day.html' title='Matisyahu- One Day'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4734578690326644933</id><published>2010-01-26T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:01:40.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't forget!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S1-QXbposnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vSYeQ5Nt6BY/s1600-h/19031_1189620383821_1327697550_30456207_8274359_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431218407865889394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S1-QXbposnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vSYeQ5Nt6BY/s400/19031_1189620383821_1327697550_30456207_8274359_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S1-QXIse-4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/sjtklPhAzos/s1600-h/19031_1189623303894_1327697550_30456219_4918548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431218402777561986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S1-QXIse-4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/sjtklPhAzos/s400/19031_1189623303894_1327697550_30456219_4918548_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't forget ... honestly! My Andy turned 11 on January 23rd , I wanted to wait until I had pics to supply on the blog ;o) He is my fiercly independent little man and I truly treasure all the help he gives me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-4734578690326644933?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4734578690326644933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4734578690326644933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4734578690326644933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4734578690326644933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wouldnt-forget.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t forget!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/S1-QXbposnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vSYeQ5Nt6BY/s72-c/19031_1189620383821_1327697550_30456207_8274359_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8625669460301948794</id><published>2010-01-24T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:36:38.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long month</title><content type='html'>I suppose this post is a long time coming. January is always a hard month for me. Its dark, the weather is nasty and for some reason, it makes me not so happy. Its been a tough month , there just isn't any other way to put it. We have had some real challenges right here in Adkins-ville. The boys must be going through a phase, a challenging mom phase. It just seems as though everyone is wound to tight, and the smallest issues turn into modern warfare. I'm hoping its a very short phase, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; I really question my sanity. I guess the burning question in mind right now is that I wonder why there are some mothers who live in complete oblivion to their own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; behaviors. I'm not trying to open a can of worms, because believe me, my boys... oh lord have mercy, They are just plain rotten sometimes.  ( and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; putting it nicely ) . Perhaps I have issues when my children are corrected by other peoples mothers who don't correct their own children. Fair to say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my pet peeve. I just had to put that one out there.&lt;br /&gt;As for everything else, I'm struggling and clawing my way through a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;psychology&lt;/span&gt; course , I only have another week to go thankfully. The final paper is a 5-8 page paper on myself. I really think they should have picked a different subject. I am having a terrible time writing about myself. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;So as negative as this post may seem , I truly am thankful for all my friends who have dragging me and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;debbie&lt;/span&gt; downer attitude along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-8625669460301948794?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8625669460301948794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8625669460301948794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8625669460301948794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8625669460301948794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-long-month.html' title='Its been a long month'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4965174602150407584</id><published>2010-01-03T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:59:14.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>The new year has started and it so hard to believe! I'm not into making resolutions as such, but I was thinking that its a really great time to examine the direction I'm headed in. I have slacked in posting to my blog the last month or so. Things have been crazy beyond words. Situations have arisen that have left me shell shocked and dumbfounded.  Enough that I want to retreat to an isolated island. Preferably somewhere warm since its in the negatives here. One of the few bright spots in the last month was the trip to North Carolina over Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Having said all of that, I can say that this year I will try my best to improve my sense of awareness, and personal responsibility. I don't want the next year to slip by without knowing I have improved not only my life but the lives of others. I know that sounds like a tremendous mountain to climb, but I'm determined. Perhaps these situations have been presented to me to awaken me, to make me rise to the occasion . I don't know ... but I'm going to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4965174602150407584?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4965174602150407584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4965174602150407584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4965174602150407584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4965174602150407584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-3884131800060357797</id><published>2009-12-24T00:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:37:01.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So its officially Christmas eve,  I just returned from my second trip from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt; mart . I get so confused with this time of year. I always wonder why people don't celebrate friends and family but once a year . Why is Christmas the only time we have baking festivals and way to many social activities to actually attend? I'm not a scrooge, I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; time. I just wish people would make it a point to show gratitude and humility throughout the year. Seems strange to me to see all the people out in the stores milling around for something, anything . They almost seem desperate , not happy and downright miserable.  I don't ever want to reach that point .  Even though this last month and majority of the last year has been a test to my sanity, I want to be sure that I don't forget the reason for the season the rest of the year. Very cliche , but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; whats on my mind this Christmas eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-3884131800060357797?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3884131800060357797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=3884131800060357797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3884131800060357797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3884131800060357797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-9146553045225233827</id><published>2009-12-09T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:30:34.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Strange</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I should have a better word then strange. I don't . Its been a strange week. I've been sleepless, restless, spiritless. I've jumped at every sound, every movement, every peculiar thing. Stalking the unpredictable seizure &amp;amp; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neurologist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; out of town. I shouldn't complain, the doctors office called every day to check on Alex until he was back in the office today. The result was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reprogramming&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VNS&lt;/span&gt; implant, and adjusting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, getting rid of one of the culprits that may have left the "big one" slip through. We also got a fresh script for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Diastat&lt;/span&gt;  ( the rectal gel that stops seizures ) we did not have any this time around since it had been 10 years . So ... I rest a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smidge&lt;/span&gt; easier knowing I have that in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Andy and Aaron have returned from their trip to St Louis with my mom and dad, Aaron seems to have caught quite a cough. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... so now I wonder ... should I be worried about that?! I feel guilty, as if I have given all my energy to Alex and left the younger boys in limbo. I can't win this conversation with myself.&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, Alex is returning to public school, online-homeschooling just isn't for him. He will have a modified schedule with a late start written into his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; so it allows for any medical issues. I'm uneasy about setting him loose again. I enjoyed having him under my wing the last few months, but at this point I have to accept that I am not the answer to his learning disabilities. I can't be sure public school is the answer, but I know the only private school in this area is 3,000.00 a year and the money fairy hasn't been visiting lately. Admitting defeat is a tough pill to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to getting back into the swing of things. We are still scheduled to have Christmas on the Outer Banks. It will be good for all of us to get away and find some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;solitude&lt;/span&gt; and rest for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more going on but I suppose I will save that for another post. Just felt like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; tonight. So there ya have it. Strangeness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-9146553045225233827?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/9146553045225233827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=9146553045225233827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/9146553045225233827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/9146553045225233827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-strange.html' title='Feeling Strange'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4703457108366748401</id><published>2009-12-07T23:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:21:35.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was not such a good day a few days ago</title><content type='html'>There are certain days that are burned into our minds forever . Last Thursday was one of them. On a normal day I take the younger boys to school and Alex to my mom for the first half of the day. As ironic as it is, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Doug&lt;/span&gt; happened to have a flat tire when he left for work, he ended up taking my explorer to work. This meant that I called on my mom to take the younger boys to school and then come back to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; and I (her small truck won't hold all of us). After stopping to get us we noticed Alex had started a series of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myoclonic&lt;/span&gt; jerks, which is completely not unusual for mornings. He generally works through them in 10-15 minutes. We stopped and picked up Orange Juice hoping it would help to get something in his stomach with his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; perhaps to help dissolve them quickly. We were on the road for no longer then 3 minutes when the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; terrifying scream &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pierced&lt;/span&gt; through my moms truck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let me build the picture, my mom is driving, Alex is sitting behind her in one of the extended cab seats and I'm in the passenger seat. I remember in slow motion looking over my shoulder at the source of this horrible scream and seeing his eyes in the back of head, his whole entire body thrashing , it seemed as though he had stopped breathing, froth at the mouth. He is 5'8 , weighs 160. He is banging his head back against the glass window, his arms are hitting at my mom over the seat , legs pushing her seat forward as far as possible. We are in the middle of a busy state route. I leap as far into the backseat as possible trying to hold down his limbs and protect his head, and keep him from thrashing my mom. We are in mid transit to my work , so I am screaming at my mom to hammer it so we can get him to the hospital. He has not had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand mal&lt;/span&gt; seizure in 10 years. This is scary, that is such a weak word for what I was feeling. The last time we experienced a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grand mal&lt;/span&gt; he was small , I could protect him, I could hold him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing we were better off to stop at my employment and then call a squad we took that route. When we arrived at my job , he had started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; normal for this type of seizure. I realized he had bitten off the tip of his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt;. The guys from work rushed out to get him out of the small backseat and we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; him flat . He came back to us for a few minutes and then began with more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mycolonic&lt;/span&gt; jerks , strong enough that he had fallen unresponsive again. The ambulance shows up and instantly gives him oxygen and starts an IV with anti &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;convulsant&lt;/span&gt; drugs. They cart him to the ER where it seems like an eternity before he stirs and gives us any indication that he is waking up. He ended up with some really sore muscles from all the seizures, a few bruises from hitting himself against things and grabbing parts of his body, and of a bit of his tongue gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even been remotely the same since. I moved his bedroom back into Andy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aaron's&lt;/span&gt; room. I sleep with one eye and two ears open. I am a mess. He tells me I overreact. Its crazy how he is ready to move past this and forget it happened and I keep reliving it every time I close my eyes. I completely and logically understand that millions of people have seizures everyday. I can't get over seeing his body completely taken over and feeling so helpless to relieve him of the pain. I am certain the adrenaline &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; leave my body for 3 days at least. I had believed we were past him having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grand mal&lt;/span&gt; seizures, I was wrong. One of the worst feelings is knowing I can't predict them, I can't stop them , feeling completely and utterly helpless at the mercy of his electrical brain activity. Knowing that I have fought so hard to keep them at bay and feeling like I have failed him. Why after 10 years did the big one have to come back? I had grown accustomed to his small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myoclonic&lt;/span&gt; jerks, his tonic seizures. This I was blindsided with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to write a book, I needed a place to put it into perspective. I'm amazed that we can do so many medical miracles but we can't cure seizures. It makes me heartsick to think of other children going through this. All I want for him is what every parent wants for their children. I feel helpless and I hate that.  Thank You for letting me vent on my blog :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4703457108366748401?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4703457108366748401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4703457108366748401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4703457108366748401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4703457108366748401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-not-such-good-day-few-days-ago.html' title='It was not such a good day a few days ago'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7374418419143852029</id><published>2009-11-28T20:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:28:39.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mrs.</title><content type='html'>With my time spread thin , I've had several thoughts lately. I'm not sure they are even coherent at this point. First, when I accepted that I can't do it all or have it all, it forced me to prioritize how I spend my time, who I give my energy to, what values I have and what direction I am headed. There are those people in life who literally suck the life out of others, the ones that are selfish ,persons that will take advantage of your generosity,  ones you can't trust, people who constantly stir up trouble.  There are others who are miserable in their own lives and won't change the situation they are in. While I don't believe in wearing all your emotions on your sleeve, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; believe there is something called being "authentic".&lt;br /&gt;I know people who have shut themselves off to emotion , to humankind . &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; not where I want to be,but I'm drawing the line . Its  long overdue to start trimming the people and situations in my life that are toxic. I think I'm done playing "Mrs. Nice" , and I'm ready to be" Mrs. Show me some respect".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7374418419143852029?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7374418419143852029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7374418419143852029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7374418419143852029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7374418419143852029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/11/mrs.html' title='The Mrs.'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-1146669166454842737</id><published>2009-11-22T00:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:38:26.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Decisions</title><content type='html'>Leave it to Dr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Seuss&lt;/span&gt; to give me a quote to remember ..&lt;br /&gt;" sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers simple "&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that makes it harder for me, I tend to believe there isn't ever a simple answer . I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over think&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over analyze&lt;/span&gt;, lets face it... I'm over the top sometimes. Which brings me to whats been going on these days. First , Doug and I have both started back to school. We have a long road to go, but its a start. We are both taking classes for Social Sciences but intend on using them in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I'm thinking that somewhere in the near future I am sending Alex back to public school. I know .. * gasp * just the thought makes me break out in a sweat, just knowing how nasty some of the kids can be to him. I suppose my thought process with this is a bit all over, but , he asked if he could go back , he misses some friends and the routine. He is one of those that thrives on routine. The online school he is with , is not to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gung&lt;/span&gt;-ho on routine. The teachers aren't readily accessible , and he is not thriving at all.  I don't know that shoving him back into the old grind is the answer, so I plan on having a meeting with the powers that be to see if we can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; him a bit more. We will see. I know in the past I've been to stand offish with his teachers. Not so much these days.&lt;br /&gt;The other decision we are making is to spend Christmas at the beach this year. Nothing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt;, a simple condo with an indoor pool and all the goodies. A 4 night stay, not an entire week. Enough to get away and relax. My side of the family is not into the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; thing. In fact I am probably the only one on my side of the family that puts up a tree. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Doug's&lt;/span&gt; family probably won't even notice we are gone , not that I'm saying that in a negative way, more like we all get caught up in our own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mumbo&lt;/span&gt; jumbo and tend to forget each other sometimes. &lt;em&gt;Nothing like a little Christmas Cheer these days&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I just wanted my boys to have a memorable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; , not with gifts , but memories.&lt;br /&gt;Yes sometimes the answers are so simple. I just have a hard time accepting them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-1146669166454842737?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1146669166454842737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=1146669166454842737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1146669166454842737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1146669166454842737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-decisions.html' title='Big Decisions'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-319807464352280773</id><published>2009-11-16T22:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:16:43.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SwIVSv1PCzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sITFk86LXR8/s1600/DSCF0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404905914619595570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SwIVSv1PCzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sITFk86LXR8/s400/DSCF0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SwIToWk1YKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5H39ERRBTwo/s1600/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404904086773784738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SwIToWk1YKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5H39ERRBTwo/s400/Picture+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my oldest baby turns 15! I simply cannot believe I am old enough to have a child this age! He has gone from this cute little chubby baby to a strong, kind hearted, young man. Ahhh its bittersweet! Hope you have an amazing 15 Alex!&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-319807464352280773?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/319807464352280773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=319807464352280773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/319807464352280773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/319807464352280773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-alex.html' title='Happy Birthday Alex'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SwIVSv1PCzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sITFk86LXR8/s72-c/DSCF0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8525711710843429769</id><published>2009-11-08T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:21:53.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends &amp; Family</title><content type='html'>Not long ago , someone had a conversation with me about family, this person told me how over the years she had learned that family is important but there are times, that its the family you make outside your family, that matters just as much. Not that she was saying family doesn't matter . Family always matters but choosing our battles can be so important. I can't say that I have much experience with extended family, a huge portion of family on both my parents sides are Amish. I've always regretted not having a closer relationship with them , my best guess is that I have over a hundred first cousins. Some of it I chalk up to crazy religious beliefs the Amish have when you leave the church, and some of it just a lack of effort on my part. Lately though I've been thinking about the friends I have made over the years , the ones that have stuck with me for years and years and the new ones I've made in the last year. I'm so appreciative of them, I find myself thinking I take so much from them and don't give back nearly enough. I'm not an easy person to know, I have lots of fences and walls that I keep people at bay with , but the friends that have dared to stick with me are amazing. I suppose you could say I've developed a new appreciation, a new respect, a new realization for those amazing people in my life, family or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-8525711710843429769?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8525711710843429769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8525711710843429769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8525711710843429769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8525711710843429769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-family.html' title='Friends &amp; Family'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8911986291434222343</id><published>2009-10-26T18:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:05:49.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How its been going...</title><content type='html'>October has just zipped by without me even blinking. I don't think there has been a single weekend that hasn't been crammed with things to do and places to go. I'm honestly exhausted more then I even thought possible. Work has been busy , enough that I have overtime . &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; not something I should be complaining about except that there is so much at home that gets neglected.&lt;br /&gt; Helping Alex with his online school has been like shoving a hundred &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; in my mouth and swallowing without chewing. Odd comparison but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; I feel like I am choking on schoolwork with him. I've decided it was the best choice for him, but I have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; grasp to find the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sunny side&lt;/span&gt; up for me. I keep reminding myself its not about me.&lt;br /&gt; I've come to the conclusion that there are some real idiots on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt;. I listed our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pop up&lt;/span&gt; camper on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt; twice, had someone drive from Tennessee to Ohio only to back out of it because he failed to read the description. The second time , my purchaser was from Kansas and couldn't figure out why I couldn't ship it. REALLY?! I could hardly even justify any answer for that one. Third time must be a charm, my buyer was from Ohio and came to pick up it yesterday and happy as a clam!&lt;br /&gt;Keeping in the spirit of doing new things this year, I went to my first haunted house with Alex, Doug, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephew. I perhaps had a bit much alcohol trying to calm my nerves , and promptly peed my pants the entire way through it. I don't mind though, I haven't laughed and screamed so much in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;There is just one more weekend left in October, with any luck we will be hiking through Hocking Hills next weekend trying to soak up all the last bits of sunshine we can! I just need to find the right cruising altitude so that I'm not outside my head with busy-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-8911986291434222343?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8911986291434222343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8911986291434222343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8911986291434222343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8911986291434222343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-its-been-going.html' title='How its been going...'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4785103891551424973</id><published>2009-10-25T23:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:45:54.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Aaron!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SuUbKoqhH-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/gaQsumhuR7U/s1600-h/Photo498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396749598001799138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SuUbKoqhH-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/gaQsumhuR7U/s400/Photo498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SuUa5pduG5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/3NjtVcjw_zE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396749306158783378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SuUa5pduG5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/3NjtVcjw_zE/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SuUaOow06uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5CIMZgn8ELw/s1600-h/Photo424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396748567236111074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SuUaOow06uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5CIMZgn8ELw/s400/Photo424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today 8 years ago , my youngest little man was born. Aaron Douglas Adkins. He is my hunter, my insane fisherman, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intensely&lt;/span&gt; independent child. He is wise and sensitive beyond his years and never misses a chance to make me laugh. I sure hope the next 8 years don't go quite as quickly....&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-4785103891551424973?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4785103891551424973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4785103891551424973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4785103891551424973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4785103891551424973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-8th-aaron.html' title='Happy 8th Aaron!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SuUbKoqhH-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/gaQsumhuR7U/s72-c/Photo498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5386995848035551862</id><published>2009-10-14T23:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:16:05.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go!</title><content type='html'>After writing my last post, I felt as though I had really scratched the surface of something. I'm not sure I can even put it into words just yet. Maybe it was a realization that I really can't do it all. I would like to say  that I cook my family meals from scratch, milk my own cows, kill my own meat,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; my kids, work full time, always give my boys the attention they need, that I don't ever raise my voice and say ridiculous things in the heat of the moment, I would like to have the laundry caught up and put away, I'd even settle for having clothes  that match! The list could go on and on. The reality of it is, I don't want to kill my meat, I don't necessarily like homeschooling Alex, scratch the cows, I can do without the morning , evening milking. I have to ask myself why it matters so much , why would I &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to do it all? where did I get the ridiculous idea that I need to do it all to be a successful parent, or adult? The truth of it is, I don't think I would last long being a stay at home mom with my kids all school aged. I feed my kids macaroni and cheese from a box, frozen pizza's, taco's, heck there are nights a bowl of cereal and toast is dinner. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; not to say I'm completely inept at cooking, but I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; knowing that I am not Betty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocker&lt;/span&gt; or Martha Stewart. I like my house to be lived in , dog hair and all. I want to hear laughter, to relax, I don't mind making the dishes wait so I can grab a few minutes playing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; with the boys. This will all be gone way to fast , and I am fretting about not being able to do it all. We are never promised another day, and I could never forgive myself If I wasted even one more day waiting for the next problem or having feelings of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inequality&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow its incredibly liberating to let go of those expectations. Whats wrong with just being authentic to oneself?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5386995848035551862?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5386995848035551862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5386995848035551862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5386995848035551862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5386995848035551862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/10/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-1997311499973213388</id><published>2009-10-12T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:02:46.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging On</title><content type='html'>It all started with glance in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rear view&lt;/span&gt; mirror and the sight of a fresh patch of gray hair. It hit me , lately I feel I'm  hanging on to that one shred of  frayed rope  , just waiting for the next crisis to solve, the other shoe to drop, or the next fire to put out. I can't imagine its normal to feel this overwhelmed, this buried, this exhausted. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; I stare in the mirror and don't even know who is staring back at me. I vaguely remember getting the younger boys dressed , packed and off to school,  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vaguely&lt;/span&gt; remember waking up Alex , dispensing his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; , getting him set for a day of online classes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Vaguely&lt;/span&gt;. I'm embarrassed to say how much effort it takes for me to function &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;. I can't face another mountain of laundry taller then me, can't face all the unfinished projects around the house, or helping with one more homework assignment. I am burned out. I can't pinpoint where it all went south. I just know I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; in the southern hemisphere somewhere close to the south pole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-1997311499973213388?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1997311499973213388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=1997311499973213388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1997311499973213388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1997311499973213388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/10/hanging-on.html' title='Hanging On'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7533625286644232693</id><published>2009-10-05T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:14:41.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A weighty issue</title><content type='html'>2 weeks ago I ventured to the doctor for some final advice on my weight, I had actually contemplated doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bariatric&lt;/span&gt; surgery , and just needed some raw advice on what I needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;I am at my highest weight... ever. Even 9 months &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt; I weighed 50 pounds less then now. The doctors office did a battery of tests on me, surely someone at my weight would have health complications, high blood pressure, high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cholesterol&lt;/span&gt;, diabetes, ... something.. thankfully, I am healthy as a horse. Just fat. The doctor scratched his head in amazement that I had no other health issues. I will take that as a positive. Being this healthy though negated my qualifications for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bariatric&lt;/span&gt; surgery. Now what? I cried the whole way home , I didn't have any answers, I wanted it fixed , now. Anyone who has battled the weight demon knows it doesn't happen just like that. I've been on diets before , losing 20 pounds and then regaining 30 and back and forth. The old teeter totter effect. Now its to the point where 20 or 30 pounds lost isn't going to be enough.&lt;br /&gt; I'm not completely oblivious to what got me here, first of all, my genes are Amish, my momma knows how to cook a mean meal, we like our bread and real butter! My grandparents owned a bakery. The odds were so stacked against me :-)  Suffice it to say, I know good food, I really really like good food.&lt;br /&gt;My next battle was post&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;partum&lt;/span&gt; depression, I went on medications after each birth, and yep , gained weight on each medication. Even though I went off the medications years ago, the weight didn't go with it .&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking to be a crazy skinny size, I don't even have a number in my head &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weight wise&lt;/span&gt;. I just know I need to feel better, I need to be able to move better, and not feel so sluggish. I'm not willing to completely give up my pizza and pastries, but I have figured out that using the weight watchers point system is working thus far. I've lost 6 pounds in 2 weeks, and in that 2 weeks I've eaten pizza from the local pizza shop, cream sticks from an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Amish&lt;/span&gt; bakery, and french fries from the fair. I'm not buying any weight watchers food either, I've just become ultra aware of my eating triggers and what I'm reaching for. I haven't been hungry and I don't feel like I've been cheated . Its to early to tell if this is going to be a complete success but I'm hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7533625286644232693?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7533625286644232693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7533625286644232693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7533625286644232693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7533625286644232693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/10/weighty-issue.html' title='A weighty issue'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-3606714362448187271</id><published>2009-09-30T22:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:48:49.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has to be said</title><content type='html'>In this world of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;, blogging, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebooking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspacing&lt;/span&gt;, tweeting, emailing and about a million other things , I'm sure that people have lost any common sense they may have had. People have no problem taking jabs at each other, saying things they would never say to other peoples faces, and being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; disrespectful. I've seen it in the blogs, with anonymous comments, odd &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; comments that clearly are patronizing or degrading. Emails that let loose a virtual assault on someone, or forwarding text messages that clearly should be erased asap! My problem is this, if you aren't man or woman enough to say it to my face, then don't type it, don't text it, don't tweet it. If I update my status on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;, don't assume you know what I'm referring to. There is no MUST LEAVE COMMENT button on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes its just a general reference to something going on in my mind. Honestly I think many of us have lost the human contact factor. If your not saying it in person, how do we know if its a ha..ha.. thing ... or a I'm really serious thing. I'm not sure many people take that into consideration when they are sitting behind the computer screen thinking they are being sly and smart. Maybe I'm old fashioned or a prude, but I think even though we all have this incredible freedom to communicate virtually anywhere anytime , we still owe each other respect, dignity, and common courtesies. Now ... if you'll excuse me I think I will step off my soapbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-3606714362448187271?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3606714362448187271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=3606714362448187271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3606714362448187271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3606714362448187271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-to-be-said.html' title='It has to be said'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-9058579610329869386</id><published>2009-09-29T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:58:04.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been ever so slightly busy</title><content type='html'>Where has September gone? I just noticed I blogged twice this past month.  I'd like to say I was off saving the world with my incredible super powers but alas I was only keeping my head above water most of the month. Alex has started his online courses and is off to a great start. I have to fess up and say the first week I was pretty sure I would have something resembling a nervous breakdown. Thankfully I have friends that use the same online school and came over to calm me down and walk me through it! Its taking some adjustment , but I must say he is a completely different child, blossoming in ways that make my heart sing! For that I am thankful beyond words for.&lt;br /&gt;This month I've also come to terms with my weight, I'd like to announce some big old diet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; going to work wonders on me, but I'm really trying to be realistic about it. Anyone who knows my family would say that I'm pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; to my Aunt Katie ... round, very round. I mean that in a good way -- she is cute as a button , I just don't want to run into the same health problems she has , but its safe to say I am her . So its one day at a time, eating a balanced diet ... ( so much for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reese&lt;/span&gt; cups and mt dews!! ) and learning to be more active. Gosh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a tall order!&lt;br /&gt;I hate even referring to it, it makes me ill, but to those wondering , we reported Andy's stalker to the proper people and hopefully they will take care of the rest. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; been a tough lesson to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron has been dragging along a low grade fever the last couple of days , I'm trying to be calm about it , the first thing my mom suggested was the swine flu. I'm not willing to go that far .. yet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Andy's&lt;/span&gt; seems to have taught Aaron the old " hold the thermometer on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;light bulb&lt;/span&gt; trick .... and I keep finding him reading books with a flashlight well after bedtime. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... I'm starting to put two and two together.&lt;br /&gt;Other then the normal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mumbo&lt;/span&gt; jumbo and adjustment to homeschooling Alex, crazy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; predators, and a may or may not be fever ridden child.. I've scratched my way through September . On the positive side, Alex got his first deer of the season tonight and I cannot wait to get the meat back! So bring on October, it can only get better !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-9058579610329869386?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/9058579610329869386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=9058579610329869386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/9058579610329869386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/9058579610329869386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-ever-so-slightly-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been ever so slightly busy'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8293793565239595434</id><published>2009-09-16T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:07:54.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a sickening experience</title><content type='html'>Before I start my story , Yes, my oldest 2 sons have cell phones . There are times when I feel like people get so focused on that and their own opinions that everything else is lost. I have my reasons for letting them have the phones, that being said this story has a much larger point. An extremely important point that more people need to understand. I have always been the kind of mom who checks, scans, and reads various forms of communication &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;, text messages, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;voice mails&lt;/span&gt;. I admit  that I probably teeter the edge of invading privacy, its a fine line . Having said that, tonight I was looking through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Andy's&lt;/span&gt; phone , which I do quite often, and found text messages and a picture of a man . After some further questioning ( read interrogate ) I found out that this "person" met Andy, playing an online game and said he was 12, looking for friends... blah blah blah. Big shocker here.... this "person" is well over 12 .... lets say somewhere in his late 20's. The text messages where sexual, and he only referred to himself as his screen name online .  Doug called the phone number , which had a New York exchange, and a man answered and hung up promptly after Doug asked why he was sending lewd messages and pictures to a 10 year old boy. I hope you see where I'm going with this story. I think this person is a very sick individual , I think he had other plans for Andy , to what extent no one knows. I know this has hit close to home and I'm not taking it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I try to hover over my boys, to know every move before they make it, I can't always catch things the minute they happen. Even without a cell phone , or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; access, the dangers are huge, we have 2 sex offenders living within a baseballs throw of our house and God knows how many are out there undetected. So if the predator is not coming in through electronic devices, they are lurking elsewhere. I can't put my boys in a bubble , this is a heart wrenching reminder that I need to educate them more then ever, that not everyone has good intentions.&lt;br /&gt; I know someone who was molested for years by a trusted teacher , and church member .... and no one caught it . So yes , the electronic age makes it more convenient for these sick people, but if we are vigilant as parents we can keep ahead of the wolf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-8293793565239595434?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8293793565239595434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8293793565239595434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8293793565239595434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8293793565239595434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/09/sickening-experience.html' title='a sickening experience'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5063133061927609769</id><published>2009-09-10T23:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:59:33.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a quickie catch up</title><content type='html'>Today I turned 34, not exactly a monumental moment, but not as scary as I thought. Somewhere in my mind I literally stopped aging in my mid twenties. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; another story , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anywhoo&lt;/span&gt;... it was a marvelously fun birthday , I truly have amazing friends and family. I am blessed !&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged much lately, the last week has been a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt;, I took a giant leap of faith and withdrew Alex from public schooling and started him with online classes through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohdela&lt;/span&gt; , his laptop and printer along with some books arrived today and it looks like its time to jump in the frying pan and see what I'm really made of. That is overwhelming for me to think of, I just need to have faith in myself and Alex that we can do this.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it just feels like another chapter in my life is starting, the pages have turned without my consent, but its forcing me to demand better for myself, my children, my family. So , as with everything , life moves on at its own pace and I'm hanging on for dear life .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-5063133061927609769?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5063133061927609769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5063133061927609769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5063133061927609769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5063133061927609769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/09/quickie-catch-up.html' title='a quickie catch up'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-6179739015094702333</id><published>2009-08-31T00:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:30:53.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex</title><content type='html'>I don't often blog about Alex being Epileptic. Somehow I feel if I do , I am giving the seizures power. More power then they already have. Maybe in some ways I'm still frozen in time, stuck back in 1999 , still in denial that these vicious things called "seizures" could possibly have affected my child. He was 4 when they started and now he is staring 15 right in the eye. I'm not sure where the last 10 years went, he wasn't even in kindergarten and now he has started high school. It was so much easier when he was younger to protect him, not only physically but emotionally. Sometimes I feel as if I've been overprotective, and not pushed him out of the nest enough, and other times I'm pretty sure I should have been more so. I know now, that he is going to be hearing the word "no" to some pretty important things in the next year or so, not just from me but from his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neurologist&lt;/span&gt;. It gives me a very large lump in my throat, and ache in my heart to know he won't be driving with the rest of his classmates, and that the names they call him when his body seizes hurts him more then any physical pain they could impart. I used to be able to protect him , I don't feel like that anymore. He is coming to the age where he isn't oblivious to what Epilepsy means for his future. Its raw and right there in his face. I hate having to wipe away his tears and not have answers for the "why me , mom?"  What we talk about is this.  We don't have time to sit and feel sorry for ourselves, we are alive, we can walk, talk, eat, drink, laugh, run ,we have all our limbs,  we can see and hear, we are breathing! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; so much more then many others can say. Even though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;somedays&lt;/span&gt; my heart feels like its being ripped out of my chest, and it feels like I'm being washed out to sea, I will keep his chin up and his hopes even higher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-6179739015094702333?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/6179739015094702333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=6179739015094702333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6179739015094702333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6179739015094702333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/08/alex.html' title='Alex'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4970801478048865859</id><published>2009-08-28T00:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:50:07.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Spdh08qwU_I/AAAAAAAAAME/U8FuZBHAuO0/s1600-h/230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374872242556523506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Spdh08qwU_I/AAAAAAAAAME/U8FuZBHAuO0/s400/230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SpdgkrJdFXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jidAqNPVAnw/s1600-h/215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374870863463912818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SpdgkrJdFXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jidAqNPVAnw/s400/215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SpdgPYq_tzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oJ-BIbbHEMQ/s1600-h/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374870497727067954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SpdgPYq_tzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oJ-BIbbHEMQ/s400/200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SpdgAYcWNFI/AAAAAAAAALs/srhOlnnaZZQ/s1600-h/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374870239967589458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SpdgAYcWNFI/AAAAAAAAALs/srhOlnnaZZQ/s400/198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SpdfpDhkyiI/AAAAAAAAALk/okBWP-24nxY/s1600-h/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374869839215381026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SpdfpDhkyiI/AAAAAAAAALk/okBWP-24nxY/s400/177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-4970801478048865859?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4970801478048865859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4970801478048865859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4970801478048865859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4970801478048865859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-make-me-smile.html' title='They make me smile'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Spdh08qwU_I/AAAAAAAAAME/U8FuZBHAuO0/s72-c/230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-107780824134071844</id><published>2009-08-26T21:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:56:38.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, the Enabler</title><content type='html'>Enabling, I've been lost in thought once again and trying to define a few situations in my life and somewhere out of the clear blue that word popped into my mind, and it was like the light had been switched on . I even googled the word to get a deeper meaning ... ( what did I do before I had google ? )   Seems like everywhere I look, it applies.  I know I've been bombarding my poor blog with a whole lot of heavy "stuff" . The past few weeks have just given me a heavy heart . I feel as if I've been dragging the same issues with me for years and I need to shed them. Its so much easier said then done, where is the fairy with the fairy dust to make everything &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-107780824134071844?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/107780824134071844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=107780824134071844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/107780824134071844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/107780824134071844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-enabler.html' title='Me, the Enabler'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8194648183566946500</id><published>2009-08-20T02:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:22:38.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of me</title><content type='html'>Maybe its the dawn of a new school year looming in front of us, or absence that brings about new realizations. Its yet another signal that the boys have grown , and time is marching on. I look at my boys and wonder if I've instilled the right values, if I've given them enough that they will have wings to fly. Have I been a positive influence ? have I made the right choices? I always wonder what shines through when I'm not around. Are they kind ? respectful of themselves and others? what part of me have I planted into their being? I notice their friends and characteristics that I see shining through from the parental units , or in some cases lack of parental units. I see parents completely oblivious to what their kids are doing outside of parental  presence and wonder ... am I one of those? am I missing the big picture? Someone at work made the comment to me that I was "one" of those moms... the kind that checked her kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page and flipped through text messages . It wasn't said in a positive tone, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I don't feel shame that I check on what my teenager is up to. It goes without saying that I started having kids much younger than I should have, so many mistakes, so many bad choices. Now I feel the urgency to know that despite all of that , I will have raised 3 young men who know what love, compassion, and joy feels like. Only time will tell what piece of me they've taken with them, I'm still learning, still stumbling, still praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-8194648183566946500?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8194648183566946500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8194648183566946500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8194648183566946500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8194648183566946500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/08/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of me'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-2472429577887172167</id><published>2009-08-16T12:39:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:13:57.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What they've been up to!</title><content type='html'>With Alex and Aaron in St Louis, and Andy in North Carolina ... I'm &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pea green&lt;/span&gt; with envy, but glad they are all home and all had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; time! As you can see Alex and Aaron spent loads of time in the hot tub and pool, Aaron snapped the cool picture of the Arch, and I finally got a picture of the boys and their personal chef ! He feeds my boys good while they are visiting. Andy had a blast  in North Carolina with his friend Cole, they did some wine tasting, ocean fishing, and sand castle building and about a hundred million other things. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kudos&lt;/span&gt; to Cole's parents for  being brave enough to take Andy for an entire week ;o) Its good to have the house back to its chaotic crazy normalcy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sog6ZciO26I/AAAAAAAAALc/oCCVT03UIpQ/s1600-h/DSCF0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370606764470229922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sog6ZciO26I/AAAAAAAAALc/oCCVT03UIpQ/s400/DSCF0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sog6Q49M_tI/AAAAAAAAALU/B3crgiPOu_I/s1600-h/DSCF0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603250914997058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sog3M7hYs0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lj9h-BwNous/s400/6735_1094228079073_1327697550_30238108_3604489_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-2472429577887172167?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/2472429577887172167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=2472429577887172167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2472429577887172167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2472429577887172167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-theyve-been-up-to.html' title='What they&apos;ve been up to!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sog6ZciO26I/AAAAAAAAALc/oCCVT03UIpQ/s72-c/DSCF0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7921649591092510965</id><published>2009-08-11T00:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:02:14.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward Ho!</title><content type='html'>Things have been moving at an incredible pace at the Adkins household! After getting Aaron back on his feet, we have managed to resume life at a breakneck speed... Andy left last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; for his second beach vacation this summer, his friend Cole invited him to spend a week at the beach with the family, about a mile from where we went in early June. Needless to say I'm green with envy. Doug has gotten a wild hair up his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt; and purchased a Jeep, it needs help, but all the fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeepers&lt;/span&gt; tell me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the perfect kind to have... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. last weekend we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tappan&lt;/span&gt; Lake with our friends and ended up tubing,boating and doing a little fishing. It was Alex's first experience on a tube... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; I cannot believe I didn't have my camera .. it was priceless! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; I'm packing up Alex and Aaron to go on a trip to St &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt; with my parents, and yes that leaves just Doug and myself here at the house. I gotta say ... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; kinda scary. I don't think we have been without all or at least some of  the kids in .... 14 years? I've got PLANS for him... NO NO not that ... hopefully he will get our bedroom painted , carpet taken out and a new light fixture put in! hey... I can dream .. right?!  side note --- school starts in 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; days... I have nothing purchased . Serenity Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7921649591092510965?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7921649591092510965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7921649591092510965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7921649591092510965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7921649591092510965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/08/forward-ho.html' title='Forward Ho!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-792848490378313187</id><published>2009-08-03T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:33:25.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hospitals, 1 Ambulance, &amp; 9 hours later</title><content type='html'>We are home! Last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; Aaron was diagnosed with Mono. His tonsils were huge but didn't show strep, his pediatrician &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescribed&lt;/span&gt; a steroid to shrink up the tonsils , the same steroid that Alex and Andy have taken off and on for years when they have bronchitis, or strep throat. I didn't notice any improvement from the tonsils with the medication but he wasn't declining either. Sunday morning we woke up to the sound of Aaron vomiting and screaming, when I get to the bathroom he has the toilet filled with blood and he is dry heaving. I checked out his tonsils and attributed the blood coming from his tonsils. After 4 episodes like this, I decided it had to be more. I bypassed the local ER or as we call it, the band aid station, and took him an hour north to another hospital. They needed to stick a tube down Aaron's nose and into his stomach to drain the blood out of his stomach. He wasn't amused , but sat perfectly still as they poked and prodded him. When the ER doc saw what was coming from his tummy, he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; called for us to go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; hospital in Akron. &lt;br /&gt;I was praying for both of our lives in the back of that ambulance, the driver was young, talking on his cell phone and jamming out to music and FLYING. The older medic in the back with us had to keep telling him slow down. Holy Smokes that was scary. After making it to Akron, they finished cleaning out his stomach, stopped the bleeding, and removed about 7 tubes from his body.  They also gave him some morphine for pain, and that was almost funny, he was seeing rainbows, and smiley faces on that stuff ;o) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Basically&lt;/span&gt; what had happened is the steroid he had been on for 5 days had eroded his stomach and he had been bleeding from his belly. He is on a strict diet for the next week, and has 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to take for his stomach for the next 8 weeks. He has slept most of today and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a good sign, no more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt;, no more blood from strange places. So I think I will try to catch up on my sleep too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-792848490378313187?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/792848490378313187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=792848490378313187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/792848490378313187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/792848490378313187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-hospitals-1-ambulance-9-hours-later.html' title='2 hospitals, 1 Ambulance, &amp; 9 hours later'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-9202478625734248745</id><published>2009-07-29T00:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:45:31.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting much lately, seems as though everyday has a new set of changes, a new challenge for me to figure out.Emotionally and mentally speaking I'm pretty sure the last week has handed me situations that have made me question everything that seemed good &amp;amp; stable .&lt;br /&gt;What I can say is that, it has made me slow my pace , think about my life, my relationships with family, and friends. Who I need to be, want to be, and what I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've felt as if I'm just existing, going through the motions , treading water, just keeping my head above the waves. Until this week, the waves pounded at my heart, at my body, at my mind. Daring me to let it get the best of me. After the initial surge , I felt as if my eyes had been cleared , if even for a moment. It was clearer then ever who I didn't want to become, that I need to give the boys the wings they need to fly. Its been a battlefield inside my head, but I'm feeling better about the direction things are headed. Its never easy for me to see my friends &amp;amp; family struggle, or their heartaches, but it stirred something deep inside me that had been dormant for a very long time. Maybe one day I will have the right words to say in their time of need, maybe I will know exactly what to do to help .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-9202478625734248745?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/9202478625734248745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=9202478625734248745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/9202478625734248745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/9202478625734248745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4990279287643410739</id><published>2009-07-19T23:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:33:48.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoo ! Its Over!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the season is over! I really do enjoy watching Andy and Aaron play baseball, but there comes a times where I'm over it. Andy's team made it to the championship but ended up losing, I'm still so doggone proud of them! Andy also finished up the all star tournaments this weekend and yes, they lost every game they played, but again... darn proud! Andy has thread marks from a pitch that hit his elbow today , he is wearing that wound like a badge of honor.&lt;br /&gt;Today was also the end of the season party for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aaron's&lt;/span&gt; baseball team, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aaron's&lt;/span&gt; coach would like to bump him up next year to the minor leagues instead of coach pitch. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;... NO. Aaron will be 8 in October but he only weighs 40 pounds soaking wet! We are talking about 9-10 year old boys pitching to my little man. The thought makes me cringe! Other than that conversation, we had lots of good food and let the kids run rampant, they needed that .&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is wondering how Alex's horse experience went, it was awesome. He was on the BIGGEST horse I've ever seen in my life, I had my camera but ... didn't have the nerve to snap a pic... the horse's name was trigger... wonder if that means anything.... Next time though I will take some pics, I think Alex is a natural on a horse.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we just have Andy's end of the year party to host next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; , I'm looking forward to more good food, some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cornhole&lt;/span&gt;, a bonfire, and just plain relaxing!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in complete denial that school starts in about a month. YIKES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4990279287643410739?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4990279287643410739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4990279287643410739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4990279287643410739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4990279287643410739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/07/wahoo-its-over.html' title='Wahoo ! Its Over!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-924129789498796789</id><published>2009-07-14T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:46:52.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Solid 5</title><content type='html'>I thought that when my boys were babies and needed to be fed at night , diaper changed, or rocked ,that it was exhausting. I remember collapsing into bed and sleep would take over. I anticipated  the years where they would sleep through the night , and I would get that glorious night of sleep, just thinking about it was  complete euphoria! Fast forward a few years and I would give anything to "just" have to get up at night to feed the baby or change a diaper. Now more then ever, sleep eludes me like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thief&lt;/span&gt; in the night. I find myself laying in bed , eyes wide open, mind racing into the next days schedule. Going over things I've forgotten . Feeling a rush of panic that my housework is so far behind . I listen for the faintest sound of a seizure creeping up on Alex. There isn't anything productive I'm doing during those wee hours of the night, our house is small and sounds carry, so all I would manage to do is wake up the entire household.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't function with all my cylinders running on the amount of sleep I get each night , I find myself making mistakes with the finances, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appointments&lt;/span&gt;, work related things, even medications I have managed to mix up. This lack of sleep is wrecking havoc on me! Is a solid 5 hours of sleep asking for to much? I could have real potential with that much sleep under my belt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-924129789498796789?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/924129789498796789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=924129789498796789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/924129789498796789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/924129789498796789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/07/solid-5.html' title='A Solid 5'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4317509143939711167</id><published>2009-07-06T20:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:26:23.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one more piece of the puzzle</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I have felt the winds of change , or the smell of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; .With Alex's new diagnoses as " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aspbergers&lt;/span&gt; ", it set me into a tailspin discovering all the clues I missed when he was younger . Hind sight is 20/20.  I refuse to look in the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rear view&lt;/span&gt; mirror. I made a promise , a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to him &amp;amp; myself when he was diagnosed at 4 with epilepsy that I would do whatever it takes to grow him into a strong, confident, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; man -regardless of his seizures. We have been blessed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; most of those years, so with the teen years here , I started noticing things I thought abnormal. We went down every road , trying to rule out certain things, while managing his seizures. That can be a bumpy ride...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I found a qualified doctor that explained all the symptoms of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aspbergers&lt;/span&gt; and it was a lightening bolt being fired into my head . I get it. This made so much sense. We started 2 new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; that have given him a new lease on life. He is still very quiet, intense, clumsy, socially awkward is putting it mildly. He goes to a therapist twice a month , who helps him sort out all those strange things bubbling through his head. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm getting to a point here, recently we discovered a horse farm 3 minutes from our house that does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; horse riding. So tonight we took him there to sign up , he not only signed up for lessons, he signed up to volunteer with the horses, taking care of them, &amp;amp; helping some of the more challenged riders. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; incredible, he was so touched by the horses, and of the physically challenged riders, that it made him step back and rethink his outlook on life. We have been refusing to let him feel sorry for himself, yes most of his friends are getting driving permits, and yes they can go to roller coasters. But in the big spectrum of life . how important is all that? just a glimmer of hope that he will bond with these horses and feel like he belongs and fits. Of course we all know he does belong , and fits. Its just a matter of having him believe that in himself. I won't give up until he feels it from the inside out .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4317509143939711167?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4317509143939711167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4317509143939711167&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4317509143939711167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4317509143939711167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more-piece-of-puzzle.html' title='one more piece of the puzzle'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-1636099969099249265</id><published>2009-07-05T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:48:45.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Late Edition</title><content type='html'>Its been another crazy week and I haven't posted as often as I would have liked. Here is the basic update of things happening in our world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Andy's&lt;/span&gt; baseball team made it to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;championship&lt;/span&gt; game but ended up losing the game, which we aren't complaining about . We are pretty dang pleased we made it to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;championship&lt;/span&gt; game ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby coon we  rescued had to be released, he managed to cross over into the rabbits cage, and although he did them no harm, he looked like he could snap at any given minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex decided not to go to epilepsy camp this summer, the epilepsy foundation moved it farther away from home and he wasn't willing to be that far away for a week. We learned from last years camp that he really enjoys horses. We have been scratching our heads trying to figure out how to use that to our advantage. I have enough yard that I could have a horse for him, but I'm not willing to make that big of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to such a large animal. What I came across is a horse farm only a few miles from me that specializes in horse riding and training  kids with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disabilities&lt;/span&gt; such as  epilepsy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aspbergers&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eureka&lt;/span&gt;! He is going in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; evening for his intake appointment. Programs like this give me incredible hope.&lt;br /&gt;The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July was gone in a heartbeat, we spent our day at Brian &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Diane's&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cooking out&lt;/span&gt;, playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;corn hole&lt;/span&gt;, and basketball, letting the kids run rampant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few weeks should slow down a bit , Alex will still be with his bowling league &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; nights, Andy has one more tournament to play in ,the boys have swimming lessons  and we will have our big after party for the baseball team on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No , there isn't any earth shattering news to blog about, Just my life unwinding one day at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-1636099969099249265?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1636099969099249265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=1636099969099249265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1636099969099249265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1636099969099249265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-late-edition.html' title='Sunday Late Edition'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-1637829695365714570</id><published>2009-06-29T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:56:23.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>starting off the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Skl-TkEUelI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kLG9k4l7Co4/s1600-h/3165_1056903585984_1327697550_30135114_1886379_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352948506670955090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Skl-TkEUelI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kLG9k4l7Co4/s400/3165_1056903585984_1327697550_30135114_1886379_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep its Monday , and this week is off to a crazy start ~ tonight , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Andy's&lt;/span&gt; team advanced in the playoffs even further, they are 1 game away from the championship &amp;amp; Andy was picked for the all star team! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! In other news.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doug&lt;/span&gt; is off this week but seems to have a serious problem with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; .... its like an addiction, give him some mt dew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; and he is a happy for hours ! Alex is suffering his first real heartbreak, wow , I have forgotten how it feels to be 14 and have your heart crushed... Aaron has a new obsession with fishing, there is a &lt;em&gt;tremendous &lt;/em&gt;farm pond that we have access to and the fish there are monsters! He would fish from dawn to dark if he was allowed to . He has gotten to the point of being without bait, and still throwing out his line... hoping the fish will just bite on the hook. What a crazy beginning to a crazy week.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Warsaw Warriors!!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-1637829695365714570?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1637829695365714570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=1637829695365714570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1637829695365714570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1637829695365714570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-off-week.html' title='starting off the week'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Skl-TkEUelI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kLG9k4l7Co4/s72-c/3165_1056903585984_1327697550_30135114_1886379_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4676508165582190778</id><published>2009-06-28T02:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:46:10.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Think About</title><content type='html'>At 2am , I'm sleepless yet again ... so as I sit and let my mind idle , I have decided to jot down a list of things I wonder about or think about often ... very random ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you knew your friend was being cheated on by his/her spouse , would you tell them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why do people work so hard on making their lives *look* good when they are miserable? this one really bothers me, its like living a lie...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;religion is incredibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt; - good &amp;amp; evil - &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who are we to judge Michael Jackson? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where are parents these days? society has gone mad... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why does have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; have seizures? ( medically speaking I know ) I am looking for a deeper understanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgiveness is difficult, painful , and beautiful &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to go back to school &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is it possible to be satisfied? or are we as people always striving for something *more *?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you don't have trust, you have nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how do you tell an adult to stop whining, and feeling sorry for themselves?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why do I feel so guilty every night while I'm laying in bed, mentally paging through the days activities and feeling like I missed those moments with the boys , that I can't have back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why are the words * I'm sorry * so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; to say and mean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why is adoption so difficult ? yet we as a society will give back someones kids that is verbally , emotionally , and physically abusive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just a sampling of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt; through my mind constantly, I'll try to catch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zzzz's&lt;/span&gt; , as its almost 3 AM . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4676508165582190778?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4676508165582190778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4676508165582190778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4676508165582190778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4676508165582190778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-think-about.html' title='Things I Think About'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7885010428079351239</id><published>2009-06-26T01:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:05:30.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SkRhm41ec4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/kctR4jCEyJE/s1600-h/DSCF0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351509577942594434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SkRhm41ec4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/kctR4jCEyJE/s400/DSCF0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer is flying by , July is creeping ever closer, so many things I want to do . I get myself into a summer frenzy and become oblivious to what makes summer so magical. Today walking past my flower bed I noticed they had gone stark wild! That old adage &lt;em&gt;stop and smell the flowers  &lt;/em&gt;came to mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; , it was a subtle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; reminder to relax ,  live in the moment . I'm making a concerted effort to slow down , lower my expectations and live each moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wholly&lt;/span&gt;. Now if I could only fit a few more hours into the day.....&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/6370217062156526402-7885010428079351239?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7885010428079351239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7885010428079351239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7885010428079351239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7885010428079351239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SkRhm41ec4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/kctR4jCEyJE/s72-c/DSCF0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5372109867041589220</id><published>2009-06-22T23:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:00:04.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SkBSM76nFDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nuIdPf-SkrE/s1600-h/DSCF0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350366739511579698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SkBSM76nFDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nuIdPf-SkrE/s400/DSCF0693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm a little late posting on the subject of fathers day but I had excellent reasons, honestly. The boys and I conspired to kidnap Doug for the day , doing things that Doug likes to do. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;. We woke him up early Sunday morning and made him shower and throw some clothes on , jump in the car and drive us to an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt; destination. I hid the GPS in my lap and turned down the volume so he couldn't hear, but kept it to where I was sure I knew where we were headed. Our destination was Hocking Hills State Park, its amazing , really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not quite strong enough of a word and one day isn't nearly enough to take it all in, we will be going back ...soon~! We were climbing through rocks, up the hills, through the caves, playing in waterfalls.... it was entirely to much fun , and believe me, I never thought I'd enjoy all that hiking but it was extraordinary! I'll post some of the better pics , and if you want to see more head over to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; ;o)  oh yeah.... andy has a completely cheesy smile, he really doesn't normally look like his teeth are like  horse teeth... LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-5372109867041589220?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5372109867041589220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5372109867041589220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5372109867041589220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5372109867041589220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SkBSM76nFDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nuIdPf-SkrE/s72-c/DSCF0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4736944536826078186</id><published>2009-06-19T16:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:22:51.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Coon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SjvyVO5ALBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8EpE0txQtSw/s1600-h/DSCF0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349135429020953618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SjvyVO5ALBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8EpE0txQtSw/s400/DSCF0619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on how to say &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; but in the meantime  .... a  man I work with found this little guy next to his mama who had been hit on the road , and of course Mr Coon ended up with us! He is shy, not to trusting just yet, but was eager to eat Alex's leftover shrimp. He will let you pick him up and pet him , just don't startle him or he tends to nip. I don't know what my long term plan is for him yet, but darn he is cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4736944536826078186?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4736944536826078186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4736944536826078186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4736944536826078186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4736944536826078186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-coon.html' title='Mr Coon'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SjvyVO5ALBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8EpE0txQtSw/s72-c/DSCF0619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-1854422762681864385</id><published>2009-06-17T23:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:12:17.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned before in my posts , Alex had a friend, a classmate , that took his own life this past Decemeber. When his funeral and viewing were taking place, Alex refused to go. I didn't push . I made sure we talked about it, he attended some counseling sessions to help him make sense of what happened.   I was never sure that I had made the right decision to not take Alex to the viewing and funeral. Tonight , on the way to bowling leagues , Alex said he would like to visit the cemetary his friend has been buried in. We agreed after his league that we would stop and look for his burial. After a little searching we came across a beautiful white cross with his friends name etched in it, surrounded by flowers , a baseball, an actual picture, and an angel holding a marker next to a soccer ball. The note said "all who visit please sign the ball" . There were no words needed from Alex, I saw every emotion he had kept inside for so long cross his face, he held the soccer ball, studied the baseball, read and reread the poem on the cross and writings on the ball, he wept from the depths of his soul . Quietly he said goodbye to his friend, on his own terms , in the privacy of a wooded cemetary , he signed the ball with shaking hands , promising to bring back the guitar magazine his friend had wanted to borrow only days before his freinds death. Tonight I saw Alex grow in unmeasurable depths of character, loyalty, compassion and spirituality. It was without doubt the most touching , soul wrenching experience in my 15 years of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-1854422762681864385?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/1854422762681864385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=1854422762681864385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1854422762681864385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/1854422762681864385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4385353001302178684</id><published>2009-06-15T23:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:57:32.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over It</title><content type='html'>Its official , I'm so over it.  Yes, I'm referring to baseball. While I'm venting on that one, let me add lack of parenting to the list of things that I'm completely O.V.E.R.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Andy's&lt;/span&gt; Tournaments have started, we finished the regular season in second place, so we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; sitting in a good spot. We played a team tonight that didn't win a single game during the entire season. The coaches, parents are completely and totally off the hook. At one point I wasn't sure we were playing baseball or football. Every call the umpires made had to be contested and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dissected&lt;/span&gt;, they seriously got out the "rule" book to try and make the case that one of our players bunted incorrectly. Can we please just play the game? I hate hate hate games like that. We have crazy parents sitting in the bleachers screaming that our kids need to suck it up....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt; yeah... classy. The last sentence I'm referring to are Aaron's games. Which are actually 6-7 year old kids , coach pitch. Good Lord, if the parents are acting like complete morons, how do we expect the kids to play with good sportsmanship , and truly enjoy sports? The icing on the cake is that Andy is also playing a game or two with the next league up , the Warsaw team has had a few injuries and called up two players from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Andy's&lt;/span&gt; normal league to play during their playoffs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait to deal with double the crazies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nextly&lt;/span&gt;... I just love using that word, not that I'm even sure its a word. I am utterly peeved that I allowed Alex to stay at his friends house for the night, and his friends mom decided to "go out" that night . She didn't get home until the wee hours of the morning, leaving Alex and his friend alone most of the night. I realize they only live a few doors down, and that they are 14. Would I have consented to this sleep over if I had known she was going to be gone? NO. I would like to think that Alex has a good head on his shoulders.. however, he is 14, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hormone's&lt;/span&gt; out of control, and itching for independence. I need to mention that this town is full of unsupervised girls and all kinds of access to illegal substances . Enough said on that one. Am I being dramatic? I'd like to think not. I just expect adults to act with some shred of common sense , and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;decency&lt;/span&gt; . God help that little hussy of a mom if Alex had a seizure while on her watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, if you have actually finished reading this post, thank you for bearing with me while I went  off the deep end of an empty swimming pool , hopefully my sanity will return at the end of the baseball season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4385353001302178684?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4385353001302178684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4385353001302178684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4385353001302178684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4385353001302178684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/over-it.html' title='Over It'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4001074521447084721</id><published>2009-06-13T00:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:04:45.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>This has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;turvy&lt;/span&gt; week for sure. Coming back from a dreamy week at the beach is always a huge dose of reality in the face, no holds barred! Above and beyond all that, there is a burning subject flickering in my mind. Isn't it amazing how many people you can find online via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; just to name a few sites. I'm not the most social person on earth, I have very few really good friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; just me, how I am, how I function. I have many people I talk with , or what I consider to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;acquaintance's&lt;/span&gt;. Somewhere on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; I heard someone say " I will not like you , before I like you " as strange and odd as that sounds I find that phrase fits me pretty well. Not that I'm condoning it . For now , it fits me.  So when I log on to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account and see I have a friend request from someone I worked with 5 years ago. I have all these feelings rushing through me, I left that job , which I had for about 10 years , abruptly. I had some HUGE personal issues happening, I am quite sure I didn't treat many people as I should have on my way out , I made some poor decisions , didn't know which way my life was going. Suffice it to say I was lost. I've never been back , and only on rare occasions get an email from one of my then best friends that still works there. I have kept things very bland , not indulging on the personal life etc.&lt;br /&gt;So normally I would just click on Yes , accept . I loved this girl! She had my back many times! But then there is that little devil on my shoulder wondering if her intentions are pure. I admit I've added friends just so I could be nosy and snoop around there pages. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt; as it sounds, I feel if  I  accept an invite that I'm allowing the person into my personal space , and yes, I have spacial issues. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; putting it mildly. Well my little life has regained its course , 50 miles away , and people from years ago are slowly trickling into my friend request box . I guess its time to suck it up and be a big girl about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4001074521447084721?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4001074521447084721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4001074521447084721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4001074521447084721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4001074521447084721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8680069266808365510</id><published>2009-06-07T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:57:05.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sixvm7RMRsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nUBZtWcC0uY/s1600-h/DSCF0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344769572317447874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sixvm7RMRsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nUBZtWcC0uY/s400/DSCF0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh its so hard to get back to reality! The beach was positively magical . We had dolphins swim so closely it felt as if we could reach out and touch them. The boys played in the waves until they were exhausted, we ate until we felt like exploding, laughed until our sides were splitting. Yes... it was a great vacation.....&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/6370217062156526402-8680069266808365510?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8680069266808365510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8680069266808365510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8680069266808365510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8680069266808365510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-reality.html' title='back to reality'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sixvm7RMRsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nUBZtWcC0uY/s72-c/DSCF0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-329333413351709847</id><published>2009-06-01T00:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:35:00.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so far....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SiNYkpXpXZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c6xxdc_NISM/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342210969595108754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SiNYkpXpXZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c6xxdc_NISM/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SiNX0bin37I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZJK6mAzKhOo/s1600-h/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342210141249331122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SiNX0bin37I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZJK6mAzKhOo/s320/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SiNXD521-JI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2hjy2Wf6bXk/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342209307573614738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SiNXD521-JI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2hjy2Wf6bXk/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SiNWmQGOiDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/L678oLuwM0M/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342208798147643442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SiNWmQGOiDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/L678oLuwM0M/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only been one full day into our vacation and we have boogie boarded, fished, sat in the surf, eaten seafood, and yes those pina colada's I've been talking about. As luck would have it, there was a major issue with the home we had rented so we were upgraded to a 6 bedroom , 5 bath house. It has 5 floors and two huge decks overlooking the ocean that we spent quite a bit of time laying on tonight staring the stars and just being speechless  . Nature is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-329333413351709847?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/329333413351709847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=329333413351709847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/329333413351709847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/329333413351709847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-far.html' title='so far....'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SiNYkpXpXZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c6xxdc_NISM/s72-c/085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-3312358574946887482</id><published>2009-05-28T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:57:42.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're outta here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sh9OunMUjvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zy7ghhfOFBQ/s1600-h/tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341074245786308338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sh9OunMUjvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zy7ghhfOFBQ/s320/tub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sh9OoF_jaFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nuO2aLKPhpw/s1600-h/p02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341074133795170386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sh9OoF_jaFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nuO2aLKPhpw/s320/p02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are Outta Here! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not technically... but in less then 24 hours... we are outta here and on our way to North Carolina, to the beach. I haven't completely packed up things yet, I'm a professional procrastinator... or maybe I just function better under pressure. Anyways, I thought I would share a few pics of where we are staying. I'm taking my laptop , thank goodness our little cottage has wireless i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt;! Maybe I'll post a few real time pics from there, or I might be a little to busy drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coladas&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; strawberry daiquiris... maybe...&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-3312358574946887482?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3312358574946887482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=3312358574946887482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3312358574946887482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3312358574946887482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-outta-here.html' title='We&apos;re outta here!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sh9OunMUjvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zy7ghhfOFBQ/s72-c/tub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8679797468706712709</id><published>2009-05-23T23:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:12:14.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>The last couple of weeks have been a complete whirlwind . We've had 5 baseball games a week between Aaron and Andy. Andy's team is doing fantastic! They are 8-0 and he has not struck out thus far this season. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt;! Aaron's little team is so darn cute, but they have only won 1 game, they seem to be up against some tough competition this year. Beyond the whole realm of "baseball world" which yes, life does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt; outside that. We have been readying for vacation, working in the yard , trying to catch up on all those projects warm weather brings on. I've come to accept that I am not super mom , I can't do it all, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Alex is doing remarkably well this baseball season, he doesn't play the sport. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neurologist&lt;/span&gt; says no. However this is the first year we have not had complete and utter meltdowns from him on not being able to play. I'm sure I've said it before but I'm going to say it again. Its heart wrenching and completely by far the most painful feeling in the world to have him sit at his brothers games watching , knowing how much he wants to play and saying no. On the upside, Alex's summer bowling league started up and right out of the gate be busted his record into splinters! He has so much drive and passion for what he is limited in participating in. Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was reading through someones blog -- randomly-- no one I know . Who also had a son with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;epilepsy&lt;/span&gt; and cured the seizures with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; diet. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; wonderful , but my beef is the way the blog was written made it seem as if having epilepsy was some sort of punishment from God. Alex also read this blog and it stirred up many emotions from him I didn't even know where there. He demanded to know why God would punish him , that obviously the God I have presented as a parent , that he has learned about , that he prays to , would not punish him with seizures. Life is inexplicable sometimes, why do some people have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;illnesses&lt;/span&gt; that others don't? That blog really buttered my biscuits. I've been stewing over it for days now. I know its time to let it go, I guess its my first time getting caught up in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blog drama&lt;/span&gt;" , and a heads up that what I write , and write about doesn't stop at my screen , that people could perceive what I'm writing as the opposite of what I'm truly conveying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the last few weeks Alex was diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aspergers&lt;/span&gt; , I'm still learning what that means, all I know is that --things finally make sense --yes I have put him on more medication , that was a struggle for me, but we are seeing many positive changes, he is really enjoying being him . Someday I could write a book on the life of Alex Adkins. He is far beyond his almost 15 year old age. Oddly, Yahoo had a front page article this past week on how epilepsy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aspergers&lt;/span&gt; share a common gene, and the two often travel hand in hand. Of course this information would have helped years ago but right now its time to heal and to embrace whatever God has planned for each of us, move on , and live life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-8679797468706712709?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8679797468706712709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8679797468706712709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8679797468706712709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8679797468706712709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/05/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-6949292436990844785</id><published>2009-05-19T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:40:53.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>So here it is, vacation time. I'm in denial. Sound weird? Usually I am packed, locked, and loaded . Not so much this year. I'm not sure what has changed since last year, my mind has gone haywire and I can't seem to organize a darn thing. We are leaving next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; for North Carolina, this year its Topsail Beach, we normally head a little further south to Holden Beach ( my fave so far ). Although last year was an offbeat year we stayed on the 4x4 beaches in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corolla&lt;/span&gt; with the wild horses. It was about 10 miles up the beach in the sand to our house. Everyone should visit there at least once in their lives. Incredible. Back to this year though, I'm the biggest beach fan around. I draw the line at myrtle or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt; beach. I'm not into crowded public beaches. For me , going to the beach is almost akin to a spiritual experience. I am able to  feel something deep within my heart... where it feels so free and happy and to see something so vast that God has created, it is there that I don't feel I am ever alone... I feel whole. The wind in my face and hair just make me feel alive. No where else naturally... do I feel that alive. It really does mean that much to me.&lt;br /&gt;The next step is to figure out how to get my ducks in a row ! I've got to do some laundry , sift through the droves of clean unfolded clothes and pack the troops up! I have a serious habit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;over thinking&lt;/span&gt; things so I just need to jump in the fire! I'm going to have to ignore the next 8 baseball games and bowling leagues until I've got a handle on the insanity ;o)&lt;br /&gt;Watch out --there is going to be a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; crazy over here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-6949292436990844785?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/6949292436990844785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=6949292436990844785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6949292436990844785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6949292436990844785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-189542927279488073</id><published>2009-05-14T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:42:18.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little man with many intrests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgzUz2PqvFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uMZFrV4Qd8g/s1600-h/Photo122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335873645726841938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgzUz2PqvFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uMZFrV4Qd8g/s320/Photo122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many baseball players do you see sitting around before a game strumming their Ukulele ? Aaron is quite an  eclectic little man, he sure keeps our world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-189542927279488073?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/189542927279488073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=189542927279488073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/189542927279488073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/189542927279488073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-man-with-many-intrests.html' title='a little man with many intrests'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgzUz2PqvFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uMZFrV4Qd8g/s72-c/Photo122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-3559941420182385585</id><published>2009-05-13T01:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:33:51.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>Its hard to believe its been 4 years since we decided to move south. OK , not so far south, but in theory it feels like a whole different world. I still scratch my head and wonder how 60 miles can seem like crossing over in the twilight zone at times. So just for kicks I've decided to list the top 10 things I have noticed since moving 60 miles south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The word "home" is pronounced "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOUUME&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Washing" really means " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WARSHING&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt; normal to hear gun shots any hour of the day and its not a big deal...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; out numbered by deer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The post office and hardware still close for lunch time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EVERYONE chews tobacco -- even the ladies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you wear anything other then jeans , people wonder what your up to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our town still has one of those old fashioned fire sirens, the first time I heard it I thought we were under enemy attack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frog gigging  and bow fishing are common&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only radio station I get in plays gospel, rap, rock, alternative, country, and hosts a two hour morning talk show where the locals call in and complain about EVERYTHING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;These aren't necessarily the most important changes I've noticed , but they sure got my attention. Don't get me wrong, I would move all over again, we have met some incredible people, made many new friends, and this area is beautiful! People here are friendly, almost to a fault. Its good to live " in town" but have a backyard that goes into the woods and river . I think I might be getting spoiled by the small town life, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;just fine &lt;/span&gt;with me ;o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-3559941420182385585?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/3559941420182385585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=3559941420182385585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3559941420182385585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/3559941420182385585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-years-ago.html' title='4 Years Ago'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7983278394522467007</id><published>2009-05-10T13:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:10:56.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgcVmOpUt0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jPg3eLXeCgU/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256030154274626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgcVmOpUt0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jPg3eLXeCgU/s320/tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Mothers Day to my momma ;o) She doesn't get nearly enough credit for all she does! In the last year she has moved about 5 houses down from me and she is my right hand most of the time! Even though we rarely see eye to eye, we laugh about it , argue, and move on . She is taking a well deserved trip the Wheeling , WV today to do some gambling. So bring home the big dough mom!~&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/6370217062156526402-7983278394522467007?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7983278394522467007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7983278394522467007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7983278394522467007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7983278394522467007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mother-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgcVmOpUt0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jPg3eLXeCgU/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7471896851150793845</id><published>2009-05-07T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:31:42.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Baseball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgOXIa1bGQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/A6fK8yAgt-M/s1600-h/Photo063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333272554634942722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgOXIa1bGQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/A6fK8yAgt-M/s320/Photo063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgOWp18U2FI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CGDW1W-PnzM/s1600-h/Photo081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333272029335705682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgOWp18U2FI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CGDW1W-PnzM/s320/Photo081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Andy's&lt;/span&gt; season is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; up and running~! I actually remembered the camera this time! They are undefeated this season , yeah yeah ... its early in the season ! Andy hit his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;home run&lt;/span&gt; earlier this week , and at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tonight's&lt;/span&gt; game they shut the other team down with a 24-2 final score! Andy did a great job pitching , and stole home tonight! I think they have a great team this year, we will see!&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-7471896851150793845?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7471896851150793845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7471896851150793845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7471896851150793845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7471896851150793845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-baseball.html' title='More Baseball!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SgOXIa1bGQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/A6fK8yAgt-M/s72-c/Photo063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-2116180981156681455</id><published>2009-05-02T20:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:36:37.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Shmaseball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sfzk3A-aUeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2MhpD0JMziU/s1600-h/Photo023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331387692705534434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sfzk3A-aUeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2MhpD0JMziU/s320/Photo023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sfzkt0tgoHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6RagbRhzhtQ/s1600-h/Photo019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331387534794596466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sfzkt0tgoHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6RagbRhzhtQ/s320/Photo019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's baseball season is off and running! He is doing excellent this year, he has hit the ball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he has been up to bat so far! He actually made it home in the first game! I can't seem to find small enough baseball pants though... these are extra small and they still just hang on him. I'm not sure what he is doing in the top picture, he is on second base and looks like his hand is in his mouth or something... I do have to say I'm very sick of the other people at the games complaining that he is to small to play or  fussing because of his size, he is the exact age as the rest of the team . Complete and utter baseball B*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tches&lt;/span&gt;! Its way to early in the season for me to be this irritated. Andy has had his first two games cancelled so they won't be playing until Monday. Watch for pictures ;o)&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-2116180981156681455?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/2116180981156681455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=2116180981156681455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2116180981156681455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2116180981156681455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/05/baseball-shmaseball.html' title='Baseball Shmaseball!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Sfzk3A-aUeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2MhpD0JMziU/s72-c/Photo023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-4538045629565219692</id><published>2009-04-30T21:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:12:17.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>Head for the hills... my mom just planted flowers.... is it a full moon? is there a storm headed our way? if you know my mom... this is extremely &lt;em&gt;abnormal &lt;/em&gt;behavior. Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-4538045629565219692?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/4538045629565219692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=4538045629565219692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4538045629565219692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/4538045629565219692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-5358501556274909355</id><published>2009-04-29T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:37:05.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Croc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SfkbzJwKEtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y299esbX5EU/s1600-h/thecroc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330322199574876882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SfkbzJwKEtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y299esbX5EU/s320/thecroc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came across this picture as I was downloading Alex's pictures from Florida.... Mr Croc isn't looking to happy! Alex did an amazing job taking pictures ! I'm not clear I could have stayed close enough to this sharp tooth character....&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/6370217062156526402-5358501556274909355?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/5358501556274909355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=5358501556274909355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5358501556274909355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/5358501556274909355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-came-across-this-picture-as-i-was.html' title='Mr Croc...'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/SfkbzJwKEtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y299esbX5EU/s72-c/thecroc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-2323657977332115064</id><published>2009-04-27T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:44:15.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roundup!</title><content type='html'>Whew , the good news, I have a working washer and dryer! The dryer just needed a new heating element, and I actually found a local person selling a 2 year old front loader washing machine on e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bay&lt;/span&gt; ! Its about a 1000.00 dollar washer that I ended up buying for less then 300! It was used  by an older man and he was downsizing to an apartment and had no need for it. WOW , I have been using the heck out of it! and to make the deal sweeter, I had an 8 % percent coupon for any purchase on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt;. BONUS! It doesn't seem like much , but when your buying large ticket items. It matters!&lt;br /&gt;Now the frustrating thing.... the youth baseball teams are a mess this year! Aaron had practice at 4 today which requires me to leave work earlier than normal to get him there on time, Andy needed to be in a town 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away for his away game that they changed the actual start time several times within 24 hours. Kinda makes planning DIFFICULT. So the grand plan is that I'm staying with Aaron until his practice is over, Doug is taking Andy to his game (since Doug is one of the coaches it kinda works out...! ) After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aaron's&lt;/span&gt; practice I am also driving the 30 minutes to Andy's game ... I arrive and wait, and wait... oh yeah... I waited some more, they moved us from field to field . After being there over an hour  and trying to control an out of the blue nosebleed with Aaron ( thank you Heidi for the wipes! )they cancel the game because the field we end up with  has no bases, no lines, and there is no umpire. LOVELY! Not only that, when they ordered uniforms no one got the size they ordered, and the actual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sponsor&lt;/span&gt; of Aaron's team is misspelled. Betcha that company appreciates that! Chaotic . Maybe its just me, but I've spent 75.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; for the boys to just play, sold over a 100 bucks worth of candy , completely rearranged my schedule and this is what they have created. Thank goodness Alex was along to keep moving the chairs and bags . He was a huge help tonight, he just doesn't get enough credit most of time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now see I've written a long ranting blog again.... I've gotta stop doing that, I had planned on posting some new baseball pics from the game... so much for that plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-2323657977332115064?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/2323657977332115064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=2323657977332115064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2323657977332115064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2323657977332115064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/04/roundup.html' title='The Roundup!'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-8501157908789337140</id><published>2009-04-22T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:59:27.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The not so good day...</title><content type='html'>There's a song ringing through my head - Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Powter&lt;/span&gt;- Bad Day. Its like I can hear it right now... it should have been playing there all day... The morning started out rough, Alex had a seizure while getting ready for school ... not a biggie , we have to deal with that at least weekly...still ... stressful !  I manage to get everyone to the appropriate places and head to work. I stopped for a quickie tanning session, since we will be beachfront in the next few weeks I've decided to "ready" myself. The helpful lady tells me &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; my 20 minutes of fake baking that , yes, those were new bulbs. I've been begging for a vat of aloe to roll in.&lt;br /&gt;I get to work and everything is chaos. I work with some &lt;em&gt;real winners&lt;/em&gt;!  Not everyone, but people that think the state abbreviation NE must be New England, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;... No. Lets try Nebraska!  That's just a small dose of the &lt;em&gt;duh &lt;/em&gt;moments . Lets just say I spent my day rerouting orders and fixing boo boos . Frustrating when your coworker is taking an order and thinks New England is a state. In the midst of the madness... my cell rings ... the principal of the elementary... is that ever really a good sign? it took me a minute to realize it , I think that was my first call ever from the principal . As it turns out my &lt;em&gt;dear little Andy &lt;/em&gt;had made an offbeat comment that a little girl took home and told her mother, who in turn called Mr nice principal ,who then called me with concerns. I won't go into details since &lt;em&gt;dear little Andy &lt;/em&gt;is a bit embarrassed . I'll just say he got caught up and said something he should not have, not realizing what he was really saying. I'm glad I was contacted at least!&lt;br /&gt;So I get home from work at about 7 , remember that my dryer quit working yesterday and my amazingly handy hubby had not fixed it. No problem, I'll wash some clothes and they can hang to dry since the rain is moving out. WRONG. The washer is now broken with no obvious problem other than NOT working.&lt;br /&gt;Its 7:30 ... that nagging little thought in my head starts ... dinner... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; right.! I make spaghetti with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texas&lt;/span&gt; toast -- while the toast is in the oven , I start gathering the "must wash" items for tomorrow . I come back to the kitchen ... HUGE GIGANTIC flames coming out of my oven. So what do I do? scream. loud. Which brings everyone into the kitchen including the dogs , small kitchen, big flames.... BAD. &lt;br /&gt;After manhandling those flames, I was off to the laundromat . Joy , happiness and rapture. I decided I could do 2 loads and get through the next few days until hubby fixes whatever ails Mr dryer and Mrs washer. *Crossing my fingers that its something really stupid and simple*I don't know about everyone else but when I buy laundry detergent I buy the HUGE jugs , the kind that sit on their sides and weigh 100 pounds. We are big time laundry fans in this house! * note sarcasm * my  point, I wasn't willing to drag that beast to the laundromat. I'm thinking they sell those cute small boxes of detergent . I can live with that. Except the machine is out of order. NICE. I ended up running across the street to a convenience store and buying a small bottle of detergent for a small fortune of course.  On the plus side, I found 8 bucks while doing a load of jeans. It has just been one of those days. Crazy , Chaotic , Completely Neurotic. The forecast is calling for sunshine and I'm believing the next couple of days are going to be just that great. I am a believer ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-8501157908789337140?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/8501157908789337140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=8501157908789337140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8501157908789337140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/8501157908789337140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-so-good-day.html' title='The not so good day...'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-6620778311677232494</id><published>2009-04-21T08:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:33:58.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Se27z9hkyyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/voWr7pZ3BKI/s1600-h/Photo001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327120435612273442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Se27z9hkyyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/voWr7pZ3BKI/s320/Photo001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Se27pL1bW8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zOqbduII3fo/s1600-h/Photo002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327120250475076546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Se27pL1bW8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zOqbduII3fo/s320/Photo002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, its hard to believe we have been married 15 years today, not to shabby for a pair of kids that knew each other 3 months before tying the knot ! I think the good Lord has tested each wedding vow we exchanged times two ;o) The last 15 years have been an incredible journey and I'm looking forward to the next 15 years and what that holds in store for us !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6370217062156526402-6620778311677232494?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/6620778311677232494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=6620778311677232494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6620778311677232494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/6620778311677232494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/04/15-years.html' title='15 years'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVCjajqYVuc/Se27z9hkyyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/voWr7pZ3BKI/s72-c/Photo001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-7784211093483537796</id><published>2009-04-16T23:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:43:08.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much</title><content type='html'>Well I've certainly slacked in my blogging haven't I? I wish I had some mind boggling mind news to put forth but alas I do not. We are just struggling through the last few months of school . Deciding which route to take with Alex next year... keep him at home... or send him on to high school. Putting together the final plans of our annual beach vacation, and yes baseball for Andy and Aaron. Alex's bowling league will be starting up in May ... its crazy time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JoAnn&lt;/span&gt; Land!&lt;br /&gt;Alex should be getting his braces off very soon, which means Andy is on deck for his " grill " . We are seeing a new doctor with Alex next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully it will explain some of his behaviors...and we will know how to help him !  we shall see! I have high hopes! but for now, I'm going to keep envisioning myself on the beach , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;colada&lt;/span&gt; in hand , that alone will pull me through.... ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-7784211093483537796?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/7784211093483537796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=7784211093483537796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7784211093483537796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/7784211093483537796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-much.html' title='nothing much'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370217062156526402.post-2367617848435690300</id><published>2009-04-11T00:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:24:18.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and he is back !</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I mentioned last week that Alex was going with my dad and some buddies from work to Florida to do some wild boar hunting. They left early Sunday morning and drove most of the way , stopped over in  upper Florida for the night. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; making it to the camp ... I think everyone had a really good time! Alex shot 3 pigs , had the chance for some turkeys but I think he was pretty focused on getting the big p.i.g.  . He came home with some really good Alligator pictures but not so good pig pictures! Go Figure! They stayed so far out in the wilderness that it literally took a certain body position at just the right time to get cell phone reception . We had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; conversations .... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Alex did very well ! I'm pretty proud of him - he did have a mild case of homesickness but he worked it out and only had about 2 major seizure episodes! My dad handles Alex like a pro when he has those so I knew I had nothing to worry about ! They have a pretty tight relationship and look after each other! So the silence is broken here at home ... isn't it strange how adding a teenager into the mix stirs the pot up?! Ya gotta love those teen years.... right?! Its good to have him home again , mouth and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370217062156526402-2367617848435690300?l=joannyland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/feeds/2367617848435690300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370217062156526402&amp;postID=2367617848435690300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2367617848435690300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370217062156526402/posts/default/2367617848435690300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joannyland.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-he-is-back.html' title='and he is back !'/><author><name>JoAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287257374179376929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml8yWdTCHDA/TZVQeCart9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ax8LF3I9dfg/s220/meoceancity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
