Bloggedy Blog Blogtag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-1197632006-06-03T00:54:20-04:00Life with Karina starring luminol, Angelman syndrome, Allison, Cody, Shane, Patrick, Vegas, American Idol, TV, Paypal and GimliTypePadBaptist "Cult"ivatorstag:typepad.com,2003:post-108612242006-06-03T00:54:20-04:002006-06-03T00:54:20-04:00Ok just let me start off by saying this, I believe in God. I believe in Heaven and Hell. I believe I am a decent person and will go to heaven because I pray and ask for forgiveness. Now, that...K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Ok just let me start off by saying this, I believe in God. I believe in Heaven and Hell. I believe I am a decent person and will go to heaven because I pray and ask for forgiveness. Now, that is about all of my Religious beliefs I have in me. </p>
<p>A few weeks back a very nice looking gentlemen dressed to the nines came a knocking on my door. He was from the local Baptist church and wondered if I had any children from ages 5- 18 that would like to attend his summer bible study program. Knowing Cody would not be interested Shane lunged through the door to talk to the man. Shane has his own ideas about religion and we let him explore it. So he tells Mr. Baptist salesman that yes he would like to attend. So we sit outside and talk.He questions Patrick and I about being baptized and saved. Now like I said, I don't have a religious affiliation or care if you do. I don't care if you pray to Judah or don't pray to any God at all. The questions started to get more personal and i started to feel a bit uncomfortable. So using the excuse we had to leave I told Mr Baptist that I would give him a call and come check the place out before I sent Shane on a bus with a bunch of strangers. </p>
<p>The following week I had not had a chance to get to the church so when the little yellow school bus rolled up my driveway I was a little shocked. I walked outside and politely told all of the "cult"ivators that I still had not had a chance to see the church, and would like to do so before sending Shane. They all smiled and shook my hand, as I am in my jammies and they are dressed in their best suits. They finally got the hint when I went back inside and shut the door. The following day Mr. Baptist stops by and asks if I could arrange a time to go to the Church and he would show me around. So we made an "appointment" and he went on his merry little way. He showed up more times, this time with more cultivators in tow to talk to me about my sins, talk about feeling uncomfortable. So I had a meeting at the church and it was beautiful so I decide to let Shane make the decision. Yes, he wants to go. Saturday morning Mr Baptist shows up and says send Shane in play clothes since they will be learning outside on the playground, okay cool. Sunday morning at 8 sharp the bus pulls up. Shane runs out with shorts and tshirt on and is greeted by other children all dressed in suits and dresses...ok, that is just freaky. So he leaves, and comes home about hours later as I am pacing the floors waiting for him to return. His first words out of his mouth was, Mom they told me you are going to hell because you haven't been baptized. Okay, were done with these people. He also told me stories about hell fires and lepers. Monday I call Mr. Baptist and I tell them thank you for letting Shane attend but he would not like to return. He says ok, end of conversation. A few days later Mr Baptist shows up on my porch AGAIN with his cultivators. I refused to let them inside and told them thank you again, but we were going to look into alternatives for Shane's Sunday schooling. Two days later, Mr Baptist returns by himself and confronts me. He wants to know exactly why Shane doesn't want to come back and who made the decision for him. Ummmmmm.......now I'm really scared of them. I told him I felt they were to pushy and overpowering. He spewed of lots of words of hatred for him, how I was going to burn in and hell and got into his truck. As he was pulling out of my driveway, he stopped and said, you know....we are not a bunch of freaks. Damn, they could have fooled me.............</p></div>
Tears only a mom could cry..tag:typepad.com,2003:post-108610472006-06-03T00:17:21-04:002006-06-03T00:17:21-04:00Cody has been playing his trombone 1 hour a week, for the past 20 weeks after school. A few nights ago we were invited to his first beginners band concert. When the band initially started there were 50+ children. The...K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Cody has been playing his trombone 1 hour a week, for the past 20 weeks after school. A few nights ago we were invited to his first beginners band concert. When the band initially started there were 50+ children. The night of the concert the number had dwindled slightly, with only 6 kids remaining. Thank goodness the kids all played different instruments LOL. Cody walked out on stage, his face beat red from nervous perspiration. They took their seats and started playing. I honestly had no idea what they were playing, it was that bad LOL. The instructor stopped them, told them to take a deep breathe and relax and start over. Then it was like magic, a song from six beginning band student's emerged. It wasn't great, but I could tell it was a song. I heard some snickering and laughing but My heart filled with joy, and my eyes blurred with tears. Only a mother could have been proud of that performance.........and I was. <a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=750,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://shalicody.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dscf0019.jpg"><img title="Dscf0019" height="93" alt="Dscf0019" src="https://shalicody.blogs.com/bloggedy_blog_blog/images/dscf0019.jpg" width="100" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> </p></div>
Who da Man?tag:typepad.com,2003:post-108608742006-06-02T23:45:46-04:002006-06-02T23:45:46-04:00My husband is DA man, a less than healthy one, but he's da man nonetheless. He works his little tight buns off for his family and then BAM, laid off. A week and a half into the lay off they...K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>My husband is DA man, a less than healthy one, but he's da man nonetheless. He works his little tight buns off for his family and then BAM, laid off. A week and a half into the lay off they call him, and only him back to work. He worked two days and ended up in the hospital with cellulitis. So now he'<a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=885,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://shalicody.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dscf0056_1.jpg"><img title="Dscf0056_1" height="110" alt="Dscf0056_1" src="https://shalicody.blogs.com/bloggedy_blog_blog/images/dscf0056_1.jpg" width="100" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> s not only laid off, but broken and unable to work....no unemployment for him. He is lucky to have me around for his once a year hospitalization vacations. Now those are some fugly tootsies. </p></div>
Tada----Just like magictag:typepad.com,2003:post-108608422006-06-02T23:40:10-04:002006-06-02T23:40:10-04:00Just like magic I reappear again after a very long break. I have posted this as a current affair, because currently I am back...ha ha I crack myself up.K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Just like magic I reappear again after a very long break. I have posted this as a current affair, because currently I am back...ha ha I crack myself up. </p></div>
I Love Blingo!!tag:typepad.com,2003:post-82234592006-01-05T12:47:39-05:002006-01-05T12:47:39-05:00Come Blingo with me. You search and you win, Powered by Google. I have won 5 times! Try it! Back to your regularly scheduled program.K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Come Blingo with me. You search and you win, Powered by Google. I have won 5 times! Try it!<br /><a href="http://www.blingo.com/friends?ref=PEFhvjMQuUAnkBkDiIXDUiyVyA4" target="_top"><img title="Blingo" height="52" alt="Blingo" src="http://www.blingo.com/images/friendbuttons/120x52.red.gif" width="120" border="0" /></a></p>
<p>Back to your regularly scheduled program.</p></div>
Pricelesstag:typepad.com,2003:post-74127132005-11-11T09:39:34-05:002005-11-11T09:39:34-05:00Whew, I was going to make it a priority to get on here and try to talk about things daily, unfortunately life does not allow that. I do not know how working mothers do it. I can honestly say I...K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Whew, I was going to make it a priority to get on here and try to talk about things daily, unfortunately life does not allow that. I do not know how working mothers do it. I can honestly say I do not have time for a job, Unless I work from 3am-6am when everyone is finally asleep. Having 3 kids under 5 was a job, but having 3 kids 10-5 is harder that it ever has been. Someone always has to go somewhere and no one ever remembers where they left their brain. Mornings are hectic and organization is not my best attribute. I would say I am involved with my children's education as much as possible but it is not my life's ambition to be with them daily while they are learning, hence why I do not home school. But it seems more of my time is spent at the school doing volunteer work then it is doing laundry at home. Allison only goes a half a day this year so that makes our schedule a little more complicated. Why do the children think they must be involved in every possible activity. Is it peer pressure? Is it inborn nature to see if they can drive mom and dad to the poor house? I feel like a MasterCard Commercial. Music book, $8 dollars, Music stand $23, Trombone $1012, Listening to your child play Lets Go Blue for the 10000000th time before 7am, Priceless. I guess in the end, that's what makes it all worthwhile. </p></div>
My Parents go hi techtag:typepad.com,2003:post-63218432005-09-06T00:15:19-04:002005-09-06T00:15:19-04:00Picture this, It is 2005 and my parents decide it's time to join the revolution, as if this little fad called the internet might just stick around for a bit. So i do the research, find a friendly affordable lap...K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Picture this, It is 2005 and my parents decide it's time to join the revolution, as if this little fad called the internet might just stick around for a bit. </p>
<p>So i do the research, find a friendly affordable lap top for Mom and dad (let me just say I'm Jealous by the way) and the package arrived Friday afternoon. My mom calls me in glee, there is a mouse in my house---EEEEK. When I ask her where it is, she explains between the front door and the screen. I said well just wait till dad gets home to get it for you......where as she said it comes with batteries, then I can hear her rolling in laughter as if no one has ever heard such a Mouse joke. I love my mom, more than life itself, but she is just not technically savvy. </p>
<p>Saturday the computer came, and my life as I know it will never be the same. I went over to help set up programs such as Nortons, AOL, firewall etc and my mom wants nothing to do with anything else but, "playing poker on the web, oh and I know that web means world wide web now, your 7 year old son taught me!"</p>
<p>God love her. I tried to show her how to use email, and how to talk in IM,but no, I suck at teaching computers. Nevermind I go to peoples home and show them the basics, and I mean basics of getting around online. </p>
<p>I know I should not be writing this about my Mom, but I know she'll never be able to find this :)</p>
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<p>(In case you do find this, someone hacked into my computer and wrote this. P.S. Ill explain hacking to you another day!!)</p></div>
What was I thinking??tag:typepad.com,2003:post-62739052005-09-02T01:56:25-04:002005-09-02T01:56:25-04:00Yes, I like 50 billion other Americans this summer bought an Intex Pool. If you own one of these masters of engineering, see if you can answer Yes to the following questions. Has the pool made my kids fight more?...K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Yes, I like 50 billion other Americans this summer bought an Intex Pool. If you own one of these masters of engineering, see if you can answer Yes to the following questions.</p>
<ul><li>Has the pool made my kids fight more? <span style="color: #ff0066;">YES!! </span></li>
<li>Has the pool caused a neighborhood riot? <span style="color: #ff0066;">YES!! </span></li>
<li>Has the pool cost me an arm, leg and torso to maintain this summer? </li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066;">YES!! </span></li>
<li>Has the pool gotten one or more holes in the past month? </li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066;">YES!! </span></li>
<li>Has the pool been used as a grounding agent for the children. </li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066;">YES!! </span></li>
<li>Did you become babysitter to every kid on the block after you opened your pool? </li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066;">YES!! </span></li>
<li>Were the police called on you 3 times in one week because you wouldn't let the neighbor kids play in the pool? </li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066;">YES!! </span></li>
<li>Did you water bill cost more than $300.00 in one month? </li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066;">YES!!!<a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=150,height=112,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://shalicody.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/brandsonsalestore_1861_184407914.gif"><img title="Brandsonsalestore_1861_184407914" height="74" alt="Brandsonsalestore_1861_184407914" src="https://shalicody.blogs.com/bloggedy_blog_blog/images/brandsonsalestore_1861_184407914.gif" width="100" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> </span></li></ul>
<p>Don't get me wrong, I love my little pool. It was extremely refreshing on those hot summer days, but next year I think Ill stick to my sprinkler. </p></div>
Oops, she did it again!!tag:typepad.com,2003:post-62738252005-09-02T01:45:10-04:002005-09-02T01:45:10-04:00Yep, it has been confirmed! Paypal my kitty is a slut. Not only is she a slut, but she is a natural at it. She rolls around on her back, enticing the Tom Cats, and wham.....63 days later more kittens...K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Yep, it has been confirmed! Paypal my kitty is a slut. Not only is she a slut, but she is a natural at it. She rolls around on her back, enticing the Tom Cats, and wham.....63 days later more kittens pop out. That little hussie can escape through holes sunlight can barley enter. She is meeting the scalpel soon, well as soon as she stops nursing the new litter of kittens. They have no names yet, and quite oddly, I don't feel that attachment to these newborns as I did the last litter. </p>
<p>She went into labor late Thursday morning. My son and I were watching TV, and she came up and curled up in my lap. Low and behold, 20 minutes later 2 kittens were born......Not on Patrick this time, but in my lap. Hey, its all good. I must go now, and lock up the doors and windows, hussie has left the box.</p></div>
Well Hello there Stranger!tag:typepad.com,2003:post-62737712005-09-02T01:37:25-04:002005-09-02T01:37:25-04:00Wow, its been such a long time since I've done this, or so it seems. So much has changed in the short 3 months I took off from writing. I'm not sure if I am want to jump in with...K
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Wow, its been such a long time since I've done this, or so it seems. So much has changed in the short 3 months I took off from writing. I'm not sure if I am want to jump in with both feet, or take things slowly and relive my summer days week by week.</p>
<p> I think I'll take a step back and recall as much as I can in short stories. Welcome back to reality Karina. </p>
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