<?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-7766245092763481979</id><updated>2011-07-24T11:58:36.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henderson Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Living Laughing Loving</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-6144663320392900706</id><published>2009-05-07T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:08:05.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to vent</title><content type='html'>Just an FYI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not friends with those who repeatedly lie to me. I do not respect those who do not uphold marital vows. I despise those who abandon their families for selfish reasons.  I pity those who do not feel remorse for the pain they cause others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-6144663320392900706?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6144663320392900706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=6144663320392900706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/6144663320392900706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/6144663320392900706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-to-vent.html' title='I need to vent'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-1061154379920807599</id><published>2009-02-24T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:29:01.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky is 26!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/SaSs1GSC_TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2jlbSZZ1j3E/s1600-h/becky+%40+shannonpalooza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306556289168637234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/SaSs1GSC_TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2jlbSZZ1j3E/s400/becky+%40+shannonpalooza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my sister's 26th Birthday. In honor of this event I am listing 26 things you may not know about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She is afraid of escalators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She reads magazines from back to front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Her legs are a full 2 inches longer than mine although I am 1/2inch taller overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She could not sleep without the T.V. on. I wonder if Andy had broken this habit yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Her fingers and toes are the same length. Okay not really but it is close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She only runs if something is chasing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She could not say R's and L's when she was little. She introduced herself as " Wabecca Wanee" until she was 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. She once watched "My Girl" a record 42 times in 1992.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. She belives that I am psycic and understands my crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Her eyes change color based on her mood and what she is wearing. *** If you ever see that they are green - run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. She does not read books - except for Twilight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. She makes sure that her food does not touch on her plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. She hates milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. She wore "special shoes" as a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. She gives her pets middle names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. She was named ofter our Great Aunt Peg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Long toenails on other people bother her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. She put spinach in her spagetti. Who does that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. She gets carsick almost daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. She has always called our little brother HoneyBear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. She once had a fish named Big Papa. He commited suicide by jumping in a sock drawer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. She is still friends with her BFF from high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Her favorite cake is German Chocolate, better known in our family as Sherman Chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. She makes cute babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. She hates to clean..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. She is a wonderful daughter sister wife mother and friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Becky. Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-1061154379920807599?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1061154379920807599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=1061154379920807599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/1061154379920807599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/1061154379920807599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2009/02/becky-is-26.html' title='Becky is 26!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/SaSs1GSC_TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2jlbSZZ1j3E/s72-c/becky+%40+shannonpalooza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-4628787229708621076</id><published>2008-10-22T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:15:22.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat</title><content type='html'>Gary said that I am not allowed to dress up in a T-shirt from Target and a witches hat again. Well, at least not for Halloween, so I decided I would be a black cat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaidence&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenedee&lt;/span&gt;. As I looked at costumes on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, I realized that there are not many costumes for adults that do not have sexy or naughty in the title. What happened to good old fashioned, modest costumes? Halloween is for kids right? Looks like I will be wearing ears, whiskers and a tail with jeans and a T-shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-4628787229708621076?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4628787229708621076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=4628787229708621076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4628787229708621076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4628787229708621076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/10/cat.html' title='Cat'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-4386676504629502661</id><published>2008-10-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:43:51.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronin is 4!</title><content type='html'>Ronin Lucas is 4 today. He is growing up so fast and becoming such a amazing little man. Evey day I am thankful that he is a part of our family. He brightens each of my days. I love you Ronin. Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I have included a picture of his birthday cake. Yeah that's right. I misspelled in frosting. Don't judge me. When you multi-task something is bound to slip through the  cracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-4386676504629502661?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4386676504629502661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=4386676504629502661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4386676504629502661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4386676504629502661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/10/ronin-is-4.html' title='Ronin is 4!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-8381149307484872221</id><published>2008-10-03T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:27:55.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gliterous</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The other night, I was reading to the kids before bed and Ronin was trying to wrestle with his sister as usual. I am not sure exactly what happened but Raven ended up howling in pain. The conversation that followed went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: Dang it Ronin, you kicked my Penis.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ronin, please say you are sorry and sit down.&lt;br /&gt;Ronin: Sorry (he was not sincere)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Raven, please do not say that word. We do not talk about private parts and you do not have a penis. You are a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Raven: Girls do have a penis inside their baginis. I saw mine. It is just little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just stop here and say that I followed the advice of parenting books with Raven and taught her all of the proper names for body parts. The books said that it would make serious talks down the road less uncomfortable and if it was no big deal to us, it would be no big deal to the children. There is just one problem, normal parenting styles do not apply to our family. Instead of making it easier, it has snowballed into an awful ordeal. Not only is she too comfortable talking about private parts, she made up her own nick name out of the words penis and vagina for her private parts. BAGINIS. It is horrible when she says it in public; people must think she is a hermapherdite and I did not do a good job of explaining the situation. I wish I would have gone with jayjay and weewee. You would think I would remember this when these conversations come up but I never do. Anyways back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: I saw mine. It is just little.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Honey that is not a penis. Girls have a clitoris.&lt;br /&gt;Raven: A Gliterous! Ha! That is a pretty name but it is not pretty at all.&lt;br /&gt;I then rolled my eyes and went back to reading. When I told Gary later, he said that I was alone in answering all the calls I would be getting from Raven's classmate's parents. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-8381149307484872221?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8381149307484872221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=8381149307484872221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/8381149307484872221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/8381149307484872221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/10/gliterous.html' title='Gliterous'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-1325828923192545249</id><published>2008-10-02T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:02:12.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringin Bloggin Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/SOU8lgSYJwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QVA5XNfTD6g/s1600-h/camera+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252671155417392898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/SOU8lgSYJwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QVA5XNfTD6g/s320/camera+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been a MIA blogger. I blame it on the fact that I got chocolate in my camera back in June- I do not like to blog with out photos- but let's just be honest, I've been lazy. It makes me sad because we have had some really funny things happen and now they are lost forever. Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; is even more difficult for me ,I know that I need to blog to preserve memories for my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it... I bit the bullet and got a new camera. Her name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eleanore&lt;/span&gt;. She is beautiful. I wanted to show you all a picture but then I realized that taking a picture of my camera would prove very difficult. I considered traveling back in time to the moment I bought her. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; a moment that should be documented, like the birth of a child, but that got me to wondering... If past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eleanore&lt;/span&gt; and present &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eleanore&lt;/span&gt; were in the same room, would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eleanore&lt;/span&gt; cease to exist? I am not sure about all the rules of time travel but I do think I remember something about that in Back To The Future. I began researching the Space Time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Continuum&lt;/span&gt; but realized that is much more difficult than just getting a picture of the camera off of the Sony website. So alas, this is not my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Eleanore&lt;/span&gt; but a camera that is in every way identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know if I am going to return to the  blogging world, I better "bring it" with my first post. My Brother-in-law is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;criticizing&lt;/span&gt; and I feel that I must put my best out there to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;appease&lt;/span&gt; him. He threatens to with hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kenedee&lt;/span&gt; if I do not do what he says. With that said I have come up with a little song to mark the occasion. It is to the tune of Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Timberlake's&lt;/span&gt; Bringing Sexy Back. For those of you that are not familiar with the tune, please select the song in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; so you get the full gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bringin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bloggin&lt;/span&gt; Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bloggin&lt;/span&gt; back&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; are really whack&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;My family's crazy, got to lead the pack&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Was MIA now I'll never slack&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Take em to the bridge&lt;br /&gt;Naked kid&lt;br /&gt;Piles of laundry and dishes sway&lt;br /&gt;Evil dog that always misbehaves&lt;br /&gt;And a first grader looking for some praise&lt;br /&gt;Take em to the chorus&lt;br /&gt;Evil dog&lt;br /&gt;come read about it&lt;br /&gt;boy on farm&lt;br /&gt;come read about it&lt;br /&gt;empty womb&lt;br /&gt;come read about it&lt;br /&gt;Jo Bros "Swoon"&lt;br /&gt;come read about it&lt;br /&gt;girl sings off tune&lt;br /&gt;come read about it&lt;br /&gt;My huge hips&lt;br /&gt;come read about it&lt;br /&gt;children's smiles&lt;br /&gt;come read about it&lt;br /&gt;poop and bile&lt;br /&gt;come read about it&lt;br /&gt;And get your Blog on&lt;br /&gt;Get your blog on (Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After browsing some of the blogs I used to stalk, I see that many of you out there need to take a look at your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;blogs&lt;/span&gt; and ask yourself "Am I giving the people what they want?" Honestly, people, I need to know that I am not the only one out there with a whacked out life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;RECOMMITTING&lt;/span&gt; TO THE BLOGGING WORLD and if you have been a little lax with your blog, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; you to recommit too. Maybe Andy can make us T-shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-1325828923192545249?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1325828923192545249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=1325828923192545249' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/1325828923192545249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/1325828923192545249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/10/bringin-bloggin-back.html' title='Bringin Bloggin Back'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/SOU8lgSYJwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QVA5XNfTD6g/s72-c/camera+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-5665320207224203708</id><published>2008-08-21T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:17:34.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad but Ecstatic</title><content type='html'>So, if you know me, you know that I am a little nuts. I am capable of feeling many emotions at once. For example, part of me is very sad because the release of the 6th Harry Potter Movie has been delayed until next summer. I really like Harry Potter and it is about time they got another movie out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A much bigger part of me ( and no I am not talking about my caboose) is totally exstatic because the release of Twilight has been moved up. Thats right... I only have to wait until November 21st!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-5665320207224203708?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5665320207224203708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=5665320207224203708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/5665320207224203708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/5665320207224203708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/08/sad-but-ecstatic.html' title='Sad but Ecstatic'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-8064177829772528810</id><published>2008-04-15T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:27:17.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Mega Spender?</title><content type='html'>I have always said that if a person has any sale skills what so ever, I will buy. I have bought a sets of videos that we will never watch( only 8 more payments of $40 to go), pants that I " hope" to fit in some day and countless hobby supplies (this would not be so bad if I did not have to buy storage furniture for the rarely used supplies.) Gary and I are really trying to get our family in a better financial position but I find it difficult to change my ways. I know that I do not need material things to be happy but shopping is like a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading MSN and came across these descriptions of Mega Spenders. While some of these made me laugh, it made me realize what a problem I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, I am Shannon and I am a Mega Spender. Are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a &lt;a href="http://frugaldad.com/2008/02/27/tips-for-a-successful-yard-sale/"&gt;yard sale&lt;/a&gt; every 3 months just to make room for more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot fit anything else in your garage…and you don’t even have your car in there.&lt;br /&gt;You have a separate filing system for each of your vehicles, including the boats and the RV’s.&lt;br /&gt;You genuinely have no idea how much money you have, or where you have it, or &lt;a href="http://millionairemommynextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-does-your-money-go-tips-and.html"&gt;where it goes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You trade in your new car for a newer car every 12 months, or less if the mood strikes you.&lt;br /&gt;You think a Vacation of the Month club sounds like something you’d be willing to join.&lt;br /&gt;You think “&lt;a href="http://www.christianpf.com/budgeting-is-like-baking-cookies/"&gt;Budget&lt;/a&gt;” is the name of a rental car company.&lt;br /&gt;You engage in an &lt;a href="http://www.thedigeratilife.com/blog/index.php/2007/05/15/my-perfect-hobby-one-thats-cheap-makes-money-or-becomes-a-business/"&gt;expensive hobby&lt;/a&gt; without seeking ways to reduce its costs ($200 golf weekends, spending $2,000 for a hunting club, etc)&lt;br /&gt;You claim to have “nothing to wear,” yet your closet is full to overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;You camp out at a store to be the first to get &lt;a href="http://frugaldad.com/2008/02/15/how-ive-survived-without-the-help-of-wii-ipod-or-tomtom/"&gt;the latest tech gadget&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You go to those “free vacation” time share weekends and fall for the spiel.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve memorized the menu from &lt;a href="http://www.freemoneyfinance.com/2007/04/save_money_by_e.html"&gt;more than one restaurant&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve already spent your &lt;a href="http://cashmoneylife.com/2008/03/18/when-will-you-get-your-economic-stimulus-rebate-check/"&gt;economic stimulus check&lt;/a&gt;, even though you haven’t received it.&lt;br /&gt;You get jealous when the neighbors get a delivery from the furniture store.&lt;br /&gt;You have HSN and QVC on speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;You plan your vacations based on the shopping that’s available.&lt;br /&gt;You know your &lt;a href="http://www.consumerismcommentary.com/2008/04/07/10-steps-to-break-the-credit-card-habit/"&gt;credit card&lt;/a&gt; customer service reps by name and extension.&lt;br /&gt;Your motto is, &lt;a href="http://www.freemoneyfinance.com/2007/04/little_splurges.html"&gt;I came, I saw, I wanted, I bought.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You evaluate every purchase in light of its monthly payment, or what your limit is on Visa, or which &lt;a href="http://www.fivecentnickel.com/2008/04/04/late-payments-on-the-rise/"&gt;credit card you’re NOT late on&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care that you have &lt;a href="http://moneyliving.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-no-money-left-over-saving.html"&gt;no money for savings, vacations, or entertainment&lt;/a&gt;, you spend it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You think wants are needs. Actually, you have no wants. They’re ALL needs. You may be broke but &lt;a href="http://www.mightybargainhunter.com/2008/01/06/review-of-larry-wingets-youre-broke-because-you-want-to-be/"&gt;it’s not your fault&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have a personal parking space reserved at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care whether you &lt;a href="http://www.getrichslowly.org/blog/2007/07/16/renting-vs-buying-the-realities-of-home-buying/"&gt;rent, buy, or lease&lt;/a&gt;, just give it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-8064177829772528810?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8064177829772528810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=8064177829772528810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/8064177829772528810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/8064177829772528810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-mega-spender.html' title='Are you a Mega Spender?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-7222317091643808522</id><published>2008-02-21T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:25:10.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession and Sabotage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R730XmvSt0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/mIBtsqs120k/s1600-h/movie_cullens1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169556633664272194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R730XmvSt0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/mIBtsqs120k/s320/movie_cullens1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Christine introduced me to the Twilight series last fall, I do not think she knew it would change my life. No really, my life will never be the same. I am not afraid to admit that I am obsessed. I read all 3 books in 3 days-a big shout out goes to Gary for picking up the household slack- and I have re-read them countless times since. I love the characters and the way you "become Bella" as you read. I never had a love that was that intense when I was in high school and I can only imagine how this story changes the way that young girls look at love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited when I finished the series, I decided that I should give each of my nieces one of the books for Christmas - you know so they could all trade and get the full experience- but Gary said I did not want to be 'that Aunt'. I gave them all cash instead and little did I know the books were all on their Christmas lists but because their mothers had not read them, they did not get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly think Gary is sabotaging my efforts to become the cool ,fun aunt because he realized he is 'that uncle'. That's right I am going to call him out on this. Gary, the younger generations do not know who The Smashing Pumpkins are. They think U2 may be the band that Liv Tyler's dad sings in and they do not understand how Nirvana changed the world of music as we know it. They do not know life without rap and they never had to flip a cassette tape.  Remember when your dad used to make you listen to the oldies station? That is what it is like for them when you make them listen to your 90's play list. Please stop trying to educate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-hm - Just to set the record straight, one of our nieces borrowed one of MY CD's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that tangent. Sometimes I think of something else and get distracted from my point. Anyone who has spent the day shopping with me knows how easily distracted I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reason behind this blog was to share a photo that was released of the actors that are shooting Twilight right now. I was not happy with the choice of Robert Pattinson as Edward. Cedric Diggory is no Edward but these photos have swayed me. I am so excited for the movie to come out and even more excited for the release of Breaking Dawn. Do you know what you will be doing August 2nd? I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it Andy. Let the teasing begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-7222317091643808522?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7222317091643808522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=7222317091643808522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/7222317091643808522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/7222317091643808522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/02/obsession-and-sabotage.html' title='Obsession and Sabotage'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R730XmvSt0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/mIBtsqs120k/s72-c/movie_cullens1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-3669781824088786933</id><published>2008-01-31T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:22:42.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewww; It's All Icky and Stuff</title><content type='html'>Apparently the children in our neighborhood have developed the funk. There is some sort of rash they are all contracting. School was released early and the Pinal County Depart of Health has been called in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not be using the public parks until this is all cleared up. Not that I was actually going to take the kids to the park but now I have a really good excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***disclaimer*** All information I have on this is hearsay. I am not a reporter. I do not verify facts before reporting the news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-3669781824088786933?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3669781824088786933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=3669781824088786933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/3669781824088786933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/3669781824088786933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/01/ewww-its-all-icky-and-stuff.html' title='Ewww; It&apos;s All Icky and Stuff'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-4708070605729374598</id><published>2008-01-17T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:42:34.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven's 2nd Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R5ASEtdonXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GJ7fyO736PQ/s1600-h/pussinboots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156641445471886706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R5ASEtdonXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GJ7fyO736PQ/s320/pussinboots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To day the henderson family sawld a cat i almost climbed the fence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-4708070605729374598?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4708070605729374598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=4708070605729374598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4708070605729374598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4708070605729374598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/01/ravens-2nd-post.html' title='Raven&apos;s 2nd Post'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R5ASEtdonXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GJ7fyO736PQ/s72-c/pussinboots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-7755287361632272643</id><published>2008-01-17T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:18:38.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our favorite author...right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R5AMatdonWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJnf_sSYprg/s1600-h/Shel+Silverstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156635226359242082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R5AMatdonWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJnf_sSYprg/s320/Shel+Silverstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Henderson household is big fan of Shel Silverstein. We read Where the Sidewalk Ends, The Light in the Attic and The Giving Tree often. I have been working on the letter "A" and the color "Red" with Ronin and the boys I watch so it was a natural for The Giving Tree to be one of the stories we read this week. (Seriously, can you come up with something that starts with "A" AND is "Red'? I came up with ants and apples and then I drew a blank.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven was sitting at the table coloring today and she looked at the back of the book which has this picture on it. She then says "Ugh, this guy he looks like he should be in jail. Just look at his face. I bet he is a robert. (She calls robbers roberts.) I giggled and thought that we should all be glad Raven is not a profiler. If a world renowned children's author should be in jail, what chance do the rest of have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just walked up and asked what I was blogging about. I told her and her only comment was" I hope the police do not blog. He will have to go to jail then." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-7755287361632272643?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7755287361632272643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=7755287361632272643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/7755287361632272643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/7755287361632272643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-favorite-authorright-now.html' title='Our favorite author...right now'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R5AMatdonWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJnf_sSYprg/s72-c/Shel+Silverstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-7204179435953447716</id><published>2008-01-17T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:00:15.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannon's Brain - closed from 5pm-6:30am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R5AHs9donVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VMKawY9qKiE/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156630042333715794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R5AHs9donVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VMKawY9qKiE/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every evening Gary calls me to tell me he is on his way home. It is nice because I get to hear a summary of his day and relief in his voice because he gets to come home to us. It also lets me know when I should start dinner and let's face it, a little warning so I can make sure the messes of the day are cleaned up. This evening's call was a little scary and then very funny. I do not remember it word for word but here is the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring...Ring...Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: Hey, I'll see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as soon I heard this I thought to myself "What? He is not coming home? And no explanation? He CANNOT leave me here alone with the kids. What can he possibly have to do?" I gathered my panicked thoughts enough to question what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: Did you just tell me you will see me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: Um, no. I was saying goodbye to Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: Oh I thought were saying that you were not coming home tonight. I was getting ready to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: (laughing) Yeah that would not be so good would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through this and the retelling is not that funny. I just thought it was interesting that I was really more concerned that he would not be here to help me wrestle the kids into bed than I was that he had somewhere else he would rather be. Sometimes by the end of the day I am so tired that the last tasks of the evening (baths, pjs, teeth, bedtime story, bedtime song etc.) seems too much. My brain could not even fully process the thought that my husband might not want to come home to me. I cannot process life changing news between the hours of 5pm and 6:30am. I am sorry my brain has left the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-7204179435953447716?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7204179435953447716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=7204179435953447716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/7204179435953447716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/7204179435953447716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/01/shannons-brain-closed-from-5pm-630am.html' title='Shannon&apos;s Brain - closed from 5pm-6:30am'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R5AHs9donVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VMKawY9qKiE/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-8516366668193807418</id><published>2008-01-14T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:06:29.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4wGkNdonUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qtZBbGPcZE8/s1600-h/P.S.+I+Love+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155502892591390018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4wGkNdonUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qtZBbGPcZE8/s320/P.S.+I+Love+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4wGSNdonTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9yNt0iYxnQQ/s1600-h/P.S.+I+Love+you2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155502583353744690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4wGSNdonTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9yNt0iYxnQQ/s320/P.S.+I+Love+you2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is official. I am no longer in my mid-twenties. I am in my late twenties and I have to say that I have never had a better birthday. Not only did I have a wonderful time celebrating with family and friends, but I finally feel like I am starting to understand myself and maybe even like myself more. I feel more comfortable with who I am today than any other time in my life. But enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, after we picked Raven up from school, we picked up the Alvarado Family and met Nana and Uncle Jesse for a little retail therapy. It was one of those great shopping trips where everything you really want is on sale. Seriously, I found 4 pairs of shoes for under $35. You can't beat it with a stick. We also got Becky some really cute maternity clothes. We then met Gary and my Dad for dinner at Red Lobster. Even after waiting for over an hour they could not seat us all at the same table so my parents sat with the kids. I was bummed that I did not get to spend time with my parents but then again I got to sit at a table of grown-ups so I can't complain. After dinner my family gave me this awesome jewelry box that matches my bedroom furniture. It is huge. I cannot wait to fill it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a day out with the girls. My mom, Becky, Michelle S., Susan, Michelle M., Aunt Sanza and Lindsay all got to come out for the day. We met for lunch at Island Burgers -yummy- and had so much fun chatting we were almost late for the movie. AHHH the movie. P.S. I love you. Let me just say that this is one of the best chick flicks of all time. I cried the entire time. Really not 5 minutes in to it and I was bawling. The plot was great but the best part was the settings and the men.&lt;br /&gt;Settings -New York and Ireland. Two places on my list to visit before I die. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Men - Harry Connick Jr.- He sings he acts and he is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler- Was the Phantom in The Phantom of the Opera but I had NO idea if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Jeffery Dean- Denny from Grey's Anatomy and the dad from Supernatural (why did he get killed off in both shows?)&lt;br /&gt;So all I am going to say is Irish accents, an exposed backside and tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Frozen custard I met Gary and we went out for sushi and to see National Treasure. The movie and food was good but the night out with my husband was great!!! I felt like I was playing hooky from my life all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be on the lookout girls. I am going to make sure that we have girls’ only days more often!&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/7766245092763481979-8516366668193807418?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8516366668193807418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=8516366668193807418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/8516366668193807418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/8516366668193807418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4wGkNdonUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qtZBbGPcZE8/s72-c/P.S.+I+Love+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-6800151204989901474</id><published>2008-01-09T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:54:52.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven's Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VexddonSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZYdJIVxeqCk/s1600-h/Humpback+Whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153629552410926370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VexddonSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZYdJIVxeqCk/s320/Humpback+Whale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to day i went to my friend maddison s house. to day she hide me from a boy. they have the same scooters as us. we played cops ans roberts. she has washable crayons. her room does not have enough toys but they have toys in there play room and i haved fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-6800151204989901474?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6800151204989901474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VZiddonPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g3GJzKL20F0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153623797154749682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VZiddonPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g3GJzKL20F0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VZVtdonOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d5UObcDAvhs/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153623578111417570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VZVtdonOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d5UObcDAvhs/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I suck at blogging. Christine kind of scolded me this morning so I got busy! I know everything is kind of old but this is the stuff I meant to post but never got around to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as everyone knows, we found out on New Year's Eve that Baby Alvarado will be making an appearance soon. I was totally jazzed but also bummed since Andy kinda went into shock and they could not go out with us. -It's okay Andy, crying and vomiting are natural reactions to finding out that you are going to be a father.- Gary and I went out with his sister Josie, and her husband Jason. I love hanging out with them. They are so easy going and up for almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner at Cooper's Town and then to a pub to hang out. Now I will admit that I may be a little to "Fountain Hills/Scottsdaleish" (Andy teases Becky and I about our sheltered upbringing and what we consider slummin' it constantly) but seriously, this place smelled like an outhouse. On the up side, we were the best looking group in the place- I am not being conceded, one of the guys there looked like the love child of Elvis and Sloth from the Goonies. They also had 1664. 1664 is the best beer in the world. It is hard to find here but it is all I drank in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* note to self - take a vacation, you need something else to talk about.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Selina showed up and we got to meet her guy, Doug. He was super nice and she seems really happy. He has one of those familiar faces, like you know him from somewhere.&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/7766245092763481979-4604284840944176233?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4604284840944176233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=4604284840944176233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4604284840944176233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4604284840944176233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VaC9donRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6mNFTBBY4Cc/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-8113011631111837369</id><published>2008-01-09T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:05:01.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIKI LEE I LOVE YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VTDNdonNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/31-Uc7u-p6Q/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153616663214070994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VTDNdonNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/31-Uc7u-p6Q/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day Kaidence was over at our house and we noticed she was missing part of her eyebrow. When asked about it, her mother confessed that she may have left her razor with in reach. I was SHOCKED - Becky shaved her legs? Guess that explaines the bun in her oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-8113011631111837369?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8113011631111837369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=8113011631111837369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/8113011631111837369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/8113011631111837369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/01/kiki-lee-i-love-you.html' title='KIKI LEE I LOVE YOU!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VTDNdonNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/31-Uc7u-p6Q/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-7919276866767161544</id><published>2008-01-09T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:54:35.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VQOtdonMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7bArjniQT-s/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153613562247683266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VQOtdonMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7bArjniQT-s/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VQB9donLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q2HdE1hRB9M/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153613343204351154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VQB9donLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q2HdE1hRB9M/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VP1NdonKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fGH8D7krN_4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153613124161019042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VP1NdonKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fGH8D7krN_4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VPo9donJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/exOJMcYo1cA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153612913707621522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VPo9donJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/exOJMcYo1cA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VPYddonII/AAAAAAAAAEA/PyDFDADkWx4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153612630239779970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VPYddonII/AAAAAAAAAEA/PyDFDADkWx4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VPLNdonHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cZdeVlnNfE4/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153612402606513266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VPLNdonHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cZdeVlnNfE4/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On December 27th Raven lost a tooth. Her first. It was a big deal. I knew the days was coming but I could not get up the nerve to do it myself. Raven can be pretty dramatic and I did not want to have to live with her if I caused her physical pain. Lucky for us Nana came to the rescue!&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/7766245092763481979-7919276866767161544?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7919276866767161544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=7919276866767161544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/7919276866767161544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/7919276866767161544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/01/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R4VQOtdonMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7bArjniQT-s/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-1463923811168750575</id><published>2008-01-09T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:57:05.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Hint of Lime Tostitos</title><content type='html'>Oh, Hint of Lime Tostitos&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you, I stop dead in my tracks&lt;br /&gt;For the evil voice in my head yells ‘you must not eat those’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, how I love your light crispiness&lt;br /&gt;Your salty, tangy goodness&lt;br /&gt;My need is quickly turning into obsesivness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slight tingle you leave on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The crunch in my ear and explosion if taste&lt;br /&gt;I am embarrassed to say I even lick my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction is becoming so severe&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to hide it but I can no more&lt;br /&gt;The 2 bags a week have settled on my rear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-1463923811168750575?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1463923811168750575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=1463923811168750575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/1463923811168750575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/1463923811168750575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2008/01/ode-to-hint-of-lime-tostitos-chips.html' title='Ode to Hint of Lime Tostitos'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-5823244339358482273</id><published>2007-12-13T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:48:14.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Kid X 2 and their crazy mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R2HgY3AwR9I/AAAAAAAAADg/xQC_Xybwr-c/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143638967122413522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R2HgY3AwR9I/AAAAAAAAADg/xQC_Xybwr-c/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just start off by saying that I was never going to be that mom.... You know that mom that gives lame generic answers and drops off her kid at school before she showered. The mom that always seems a little frazzled no matter the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I am that mom. I have come to accept it, maybe even embrace it. I tell my children "because I said so". I tell them " We'll see" just to avoid a public fight even though I know for a fact the answer will be no. I check to see if the windows are open before I yell (what would the neighbors think). I bribe them in the grocery store and I use the " when your father gets home” threat. That being said, maybe I should have expected to have "that kid" but I didn't. I surely did not expect to have THAT KID X 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONIN - THE NAKED KID&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that I do get Ronin dressed daily. Multiple times every day but that kid is always in his underwear. I swear, every time I turn around, that kid has stripped. He does not care that it is cold. He does not care that the neighbors can see. In fact being outside seems to intensify his need for nudeness. You know I probably would not care so much if no one could see but we live on the green belt. All of our neighbors walk behind our house to get to the mail box and guess what they can see as the walk by. Our back yard and our living room and kitchen. Basically the three places that Ronin is the most. Good neighbors of PCS in the QC... I am sorry. Please advert your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAVEN - THE CLASS CLOWN&lt;br /&gt;I know that Raven is a funny kid. She cracks me up on a daily basis. She is also very witty and dramatic. Sometimes I think she is a 16 year old in a 6 year olds body. Even though this is funny at home, it is a little embarrassing at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie. There is a 3rd grade teacher that comes into Raven's class just to see if she has said anything funny. One time while he was there, Mrs. B asked Raven's table to line up. Raven was sharpening her pencil and says "Well this is awkward. Do I sit down or do I line up?" Seriously what kindergartner thinks like that? Raven also has trouble keeping her lip zipped. I could tell she had been crying when I picked her up from school Tuesday so I asked her what happened. She burst in to tears and told me that she had to flip her card. The note from her teach simply stated "Very talkative today". (I have no idea where she gets that from ;0)) Raven of course cried all day about it. I CAN NOT WAIT FOR PUBERTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the silver lining in all of this is that I do not have THE STINKY KID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another random comment before I go. I was reading Deanna's blog a few minutes ago. You know the one about watching what we say in front of our kids and the one about listening carefully before answering. This is a picture of what my children talked me into without my knowledge right before dinner. Yeah that is the gingerbread house we made 3 days ago. Notice that Ronin has no pants. DIRTY WORD!&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/7766245092763481979-5823244339358482273?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5823244339358482273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=5823244339358482273' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/5823244339358482273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/5823244339358482273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-kid-x-2-and-their-crazy-mom.html' title='That Kid X 2 and their crazy mom'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/R2HgY3AwR9I/AAAAAAAAADg/xQC_Xybwr-c/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-3488518314114901495</id><published>2007-11-19T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:25:01.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>99 things I am grateful for</title><content type='html'>So I sat down to make a list of the things I am grateful for in my life. Some of the things are  silly but it also helped me realize some of the things I take for granted. I really am blessed. Thank you to you all for making my life so much richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       Gary&lt;br /&gt;2.       Raven&lt;br /&gt;3.       Ronin&lt;br /&gt;4.       My mom&lt;br /&gt;5.       My dad&lt;br /&gt;6.       Jesse&lt;br /&gt;7.       Becky&lt;br /&gt;8.       Andy&lt;br /&gt;9.       Kaidence&lt;br /&gt;10.   Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;11.   Gary&lt;br /&gt;12.   Josie&lt;br /&gt;13.   Jason&lt;br /&gt;14.   Josette&lt;br /&gt;15.   Mauro&lt;br /&gt;16.   Dianne&lt;br /&gt;17.   Kris&lt;br /&gt;18.   Kaitlin&lt;br /&gt;19.   Karli&lt;br /&gt;20.   Nathan&lt;br /&gt;21.   Mariah&lt;br /&gt;22.   Michael&lt;br /&gt;23.   Sienna&lt;br /&gt;24.   Grandma Perkins&lt;br /&gt;25.   Mimi&lt;br /&gt;26.   Stan&lt;br /&gt;27.   Grandma Lopez&lt;br /&gt;28.   Aunt Sanza&lt;br /&gt;29.   Uncle Narvin&lt;br /&gt;30.   Eric&lt;br /&gt;31.   Christine&lt;br /&gt;32.   Guhner&lt;br /&gt;33.   Addison&lt;br /&gt;34.   Deanna&lt;br /&gt;35.   Donny&lt;br /&gt;36.   Merik&lt;br /&gt;37.   Emma&lt;br /&gt;38.   Michelle&lt;br /&gt;39.   Bryan&lt;br /&gt;40.   Nash&lt;br /&gt;41.   Jared&lt;br /&gt;42.   Marcus&lt;br /&gt;43.   Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;44.   Jamie&lt;br /&gt;45.   Ally&lt;br /&gt;46.   Cody&lt;br /&gt;47.   Jonas&lt;br /&gt;48.   Our home&lt;br /&gt;49.   Our Health&lt;br /&gt;50.   Unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;51.   I got to know all of my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;52.   Friendship&lt;br /&gt;53.   Our past&lt;br /&gt;54.   The possibilities of our future&lt;br /&gt;55.   Books&lt;br /&gt;56.   Good food&lt;br /&gt;57.   E-telecare&lt;br /&gt;58.   Health insurance&lt;br /&gt;59.   The internet&lt;br /&gt;60.   Lexapro&lt;br /&gt;61.   Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;62.   Crystal lite&lt;br /&gt;63.   Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;64.   Play dates&lt;br /&gt;65.   Mrs. Broussard&lt;br /&gt;66.   Lucy&lt;br /&gt;67.   The Military&lt;br /&gt;68.   Our country&lt;br /&gt;69.   Detangling Spray&lt;br /&gt;70.   My DVR&lt;br /&gt;71.   IUDs&lt;br /&gt;72.   Hair color&lt;br /&gt;73.   Air conditioning&lt;br /&gt;74.   My supersized washer&lt;br /&gt;75.   Target&lt;br /&gt;76.   The microwave&lt;br /&gt;77.   Debit cards – I hate cash&lt;br /&gt;78.   Digital camera&lt;br /&gt;79.   Bubble baths&lt;br /&gt;80.   Music&lt;br /&gt;81.   Pedicures&lt;br /&gt;82.   Crockpot&lt;br /&gt;83.   Dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;84.   Electricity&lt;br /&gt;85.   Cars&lt;br /&gt;86.   Sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;87.   Giggles  down the hall&lt;br /&gt;88.   Blogs&lt;br /&gt;89.   Email&lt;br /&gt;90.   Cell phones&lt;br /&gt;91.   Ikea&lt;br /&gt;92.   Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;93.   Solar screens&lt;br /&gt;94.   Tylenol PM&lt;br /&gt;95.   Waxing&lt;br /&gt;96.    Bed time&lt;br /&gt;97.   Hugs&lt;br /&gt;98.   Kisses&lt;br /&gt;99.   Bedtime songs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-3488518314114901495?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3488518314114901495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=3488518314114901495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/3488518314114901495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/3488518314114901495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2007/11/99-things-i-am-grateful-for.html' title='99 things I am grateful for'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-5726570518196112255</id><published>2007-11-15T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:13:27.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm it</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I have worked:&lt;br /&gt;1:Jimmy's Filling Station ( a restaurant not a gas station)&lt;br /&gt;2: Mountain Park Country Day School ( try answering the phone with that every day)&lt;br /&gt;3: Comfort Inn&lt;br /&gt;4: Phase 2/ Etelecare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Paces I have lived&lt;br /&gt;1: Show Low, AZ&lt;br /&gt;2: Fountain Hills, AZ&lt;br /&gt;3: Gilbert, AZ&lt;br /&gt;4: The QC... Andy and I try to make Queen Creek sound cooler than it really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;1: The Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;2: Friends&lt;br /&gt;3: Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;4: How I met your Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I want to see:&lt;br /&gt;1: I am Legend (mmmm...Will Smith)&lt;br /&gt;2: Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;3: Martian Child ( I love the Cusacks)&lt;br /&gt;4: Charlie Wilson's War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;1: Orange Chicken from Panda Express&lt;br /&gt;2: Diet coke or a diet Pepsi Max depending on the day&lt;br /&gt;3: My mom’s bowtie pasta with pesto, asparagus and chicken&lt;br /&gt;4: Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Weird things about me:&lt;br /&gt;1: I put 3 strokes of deodorant under each arm a day…. No more, no less&lt;br /&gt;2: I am almost completely gray- thanks Grandma P and Mom&lt;br /&gt;3: When I read a good book, I become obsessed. The house is a wreck and we order pizza or eat leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;4: I like to have my toes popped- Gary tries but my Dad is the best at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I would rather be&lt;br /&gt;1: London – I love everything about that city – even the cold&lt;br /&gt;2: At the park with my kids&lt;br /&gt;3: At the movies with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;4: On a date with my husband – we don’t do that enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four People I am tagging&lt;br /&gt;1: Gary Henderson&lt;br /&gt;2: Andy Alvarado&lt;br /&gt;3: Clella Sinclair – come on mom join the blogging frenzie&lt;br /&gt;4: Josie Rapper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-5726570518196112255?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5726570518196112255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=5726570518196112255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/5726570518196112255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/5726570518196112255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2007/11/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m it'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-1804693551822952175</id><published>2007-11-13T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:48:57.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Alvarado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznFNiG6FyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/x4mH0ivfpcM/s1600-h/tossboque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132350086650140450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznFNiG6FyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/x4mH0ivfpcM/s320/tossboque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznFICG6FxI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Q1qT2xaojg/s1600-h/grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132349992160859922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznFICG6FxI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Q1qT2xaojg/s320/grave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznE_SG6FwI/AAAAAAAAACo/XeOFoMEWS9g/s1600-h/Bridesmaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132349841837004546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznE_SG6FwI/AAAAAAAAACo/XeOFoMEWS9g/s320/Bridesmaids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznE5SG6FvI/AAAAAAAAACg/UXetH5fYE9E/s1600-h/Beckysflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132349738757789426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznE5SG6FvI/AAAAAAAAACg/UXetH5fYE9E/s320/Beckysflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznE0CG6FuI/AAAAAAAAACY/7nihXNdMod8/s1600-h/BeckyandAndy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132349648563476194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznE0CG6FuI/AAAAAAAAACY/7nihXNdMod8/s320/BeckyandAndy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have waited for Becky and Andy to post pictures from their wedding but apparently they have moved on;o) Here are a few pictures we got from the photographer early. Obviously they lucked out when they found this guy on Craig’s list and they got a SMOKING DEAL since he just moved here and is trying to build his portfolio. He is amazing. I cannot wait to see the rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more of his work go to www.motionandpicture.com&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/7766245092763481979-1804693551822952175?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1804693551822952175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=1804693551822952175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/1804693551822952175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/1804693551822952175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-and-mrs-alvarado.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Alvarado'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RznFNiG6FyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/x4mH0ivfpcM/s72-c/tossboque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-4502943350329737496</id><published>2007-11-02T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:04:28.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Mud War of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RyvW6Hao2NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XunwYvEs9E0/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128428894602975442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RyvW6Hao2NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XunwYvEs9E0/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, one of our favorite things to do is hanging out with the McCleve Family after school. The kids play really well together ( for the most part ) and it gives me a chance to catch up with Christine and let’s face it- sometimes you need to talk to another grown up for more than 5 minutes on the phone. The kids all love to be outside and since the blistering sun is not a concern right now that is where they are most of the time. I love that there is really not too much trouble the kids can get into in the backyard since it a secured area with only "mom-approved toys". I am sure you know what I am talking about. I have an on-going list of things that are not allowed in the backyard. So far I have had to outlaw dolls, action figures, DVDs, and spoons. Yes, I said spoons. My children think that our eating utensils are better suited for digging in the dirt than for eating. There is no way we can have everyone over for Thanksgiving unless we eat with our hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Christine and I sent the kids in the backyard to play. They were digging in the dirt, running around and having a great time. We heard the water turn on. Now let me just say here, that as a mother you are required to holler “stay out of the water,” I am pretty sure it is some unwritten law that mothers pass down to their daughters, but face it, we don’t really expect them to listen to it. Every child needs to squish mud between their toes and make mud pies. Christine and I did do the required holler and went out 10 minutes later to make sure everything was under control but all control had been lost ( along with all of Ronin’s clothes- more on that another day). The events of October 30th will always be known as the Great Mud War of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was mud everywhere - on the patio, the walls and all over the kids. We watched through the window and as soon as we went outside Raven looked up with a guilty look on her face and asked, “Can we play in the mud?” A little too late for that, Missy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night Addison told me “ We had so much fun today but my mom said we can never do it again.” I had to laugh about it. It is one of those things that you rarely give them permission to do but you are glad when it is done. Childhood really can be so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-4502943350329737496?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4502943350329737496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=4502943350329737496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4502943350329737496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/4502943350329737496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-mud-war-of-2007.html' title='The Great Mud War of 2007'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RyvW6Hao2NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XunwYvEs9E0/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-5623875106054255555</id><published>2007-10-26T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:28:24.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven's Best Day Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RyOBpXao2MI/AAAAAAAAACI/vKMYQDJJea0/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126083348538120386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RyOBpXao2MI/AAAAAAAAACI/vKMYQDJJea0/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So I know that I am way behind on my blog. It is my goal to get better. I also know that I should blog about my sister's wedding but I have no pictures... A camera was given to Gary but there was some sort of malfunction and only a few pictures were taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven turned 6 and in case you did not know, she thinks she is sort of a big deal. Becky and Andy got married on her actual birthday so I decided to do something special for her the day before. I took her to get her first manicure and pedicure - a simple indulgence that would make her feel pretty for the wedding. We went to the new place by our house and I was pleasantly surprised to find that children can get a manicure and pedicure for only $24. It was a real bonding moment for me and Raven. There was no whining... no begging... no temper tantrums - just a smile on her face as she was soaking her feet. As a matter of fact I actually got a “This is the best day of my life mom". It was so worth the $24. It was not however worth the $48 I was charged as we are leaving. That's right $48 for the nail care of a 6 year old. I forgot that those nails salons are tricky places. They speak so fast you do not know what you are agreeing to until they are almost done. They can "fife dahlah" you in to bankruptcy. My naive little girl agreed to not 1, not 4, but 6 flowers painted on her fingers and toes. Yes, they were cute and each one had "bling" in the center but &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;, $4 a flower? I about had a heart attack but decided to just pay and get out of dodge before I was charged "fife dahlah" for disputing the charges. When we got home, Raven went outside to play and came in with only 2 flowers intact.... I want my bling back.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-5623875106054255555?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5623875106054255555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=5623875106054255555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/5623875106054255555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/5623875106054255555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2007/10/ravens-best-day-ever.html' title='Raven&apos;s Best Day Ever'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RyOBpXao2MI/AAAAAAAAACI/vKMYQDJJea0/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766245092763481979.post-2812521750867786725</id><published>2007-10-08T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:45:33.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronin is " FREE "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RyK0Unao2JI/AAAAAAAAABw/QcZ0ku6nufo/s1600-h/DSC00379edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125857592172140690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RyK0Unao2JI/AAAAAAAAABw/QcZ0ku6nufo/s320/DSC00379edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronin turned 3 on Saturday,( or as he says "free") and it hit me a little harder than I expected. The Henderson Home now only houses "big kids." I no longer have a baby that needs me to care for them every second of every day. It almost makes me want to start talking Gary into a 3rd...almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very laid back weekend. The kids were sick all week and since they were contagious, we had to cancel their party on Friday night. They did not even put up a fight which tells me we made the right decision. They would not have felt well enough to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guhner and Addison surprised the kids with Birthday/Get Well Baskets. The kids loved them! It was so nice to not only get a birthday gift when they were feeling a little down but also all kinds of sicky treats. A huge &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt; to Christine! The kids felt so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7766245092763481979-2812521750867786725?l=shannonhenderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2812521750867786725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7766245092763481979&amp;postID=2812521750867786725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/2812521750867786725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7766245092763481979/posts/default/2812521750867786725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonhenderson.blogspot.com/2007/10/ronin-is-free.html' title='Ronin is &quot; FREE &quot;'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739921100365398683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSskhrotgF4/RyK0Unao2JI/AAAAAAAAABw/QcZ0ku6nufo/s72-c/DSC00379edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
