<?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-2755158025312352031</id><updated>2012-01-17T03:50:52.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIED WITH IN-LAWS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763471441562773287</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755158025312352031.post-4294843820320036979</id><published>2007-11-03T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:50:41.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the man upstairs playing a trick on me?  I have said for a loooong time now that I'm happy and content with my two boys.   Well apparently someone else doesn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I"M PREGNANT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m happy scared and every emotion all at the same time about this.  When I found out I was pregnant, I was getting ready to go camping for the weekend.  My hubby was on his way up to New Hampshire and I was waiting for my father-in-law because we both had to work late.  I hadn't been feeling hot and I was already 2 days late on my period.  Previous PT had said "noooo your not pregnant go on with you life as usual"  but, my body was saying otherwise.  I took the test...not expecting it to change and BOOM I walk in the bathroom and there in was in bright purple HEREEEE HE?SHE COMES!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not exactly but, I immediately started crying and called my hubby.  "I'm pregnant!!!" I told him,  I don't know why I expected him to freak on me.  He didn't - he was ecstatic.  He really couldn't say much because he was riding with his mom.  I can't tell you how bad I wanted to call my mom and my sister.  But, I was terrified,  I've always wanted to make them proud and I was so scared they would be so disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation I'm in sucks.  Living with my in-laws is hard enough with two kids...now three.  What was I going to do?  What were they going to say.  In the end when I finally told everyone.  It was definitely not what I expected.  My mom told me "as long as you and mike are happy that's all that matters, and if someone has something to say about it tell them to f&amp;amp;%$ themselves." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my in-laws I thought they were going to freak and kick me out of the house.  But, no they said I guess we'll have to make more room.  Now my sister....I know how she feels about the situating and I was nervous about telling her.  It wasn't bad, she just knows how hard it is with 3 kids and my sucky situation.  But I assured her it would be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are finally looking up for me.  My kids are happy about it, so is hubby I'm happy nauseous moody tired...i could go on and on and on.   Mom and Dad have been happy and nervous from the start.  My in-laws are acknowledging it.  I know my sister is still scared.  But she's taught me a lot and if she can do this so can I.  I'm prepared for this new adventure in my life.  So motherhood here I come again!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755158025312352031-4294843820320036979?l=heamike506.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/feeds/4294843820320036979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755158025312352031&amp;postID=4294843820320036979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/4294843820320036979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/4294843820320036979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/2007/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!!'/><author><name>Heather &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763471441562773287</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-2755158025312352031.post-2810142300801970974</id><published>2007-09-11T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:31:35.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow!</title><content type='html'>I just got into this blogging thing, but I'm already seeing how many cool contests there are out here in blogger land.  My sister &lt;a href="http://dawnandjimmy.us/blog/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; has already won lots of them, but that's because she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS WINNING STUFF&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyways, check this out from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinksandblues.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v52/534/74/n1001104_3241.jpg" width="125" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They're having a really cool &lt;a href="http://mamalovesgiveaways.wordpress.com/2007/09/06/hanes-kids-back-to-school-giveaway/"&gt;Hanes Kids back to school giveaway&lt;/a&gt; that would just be perfect for us.  All you have to do is blog about it and leave a comment!  Go enter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755158025312352031-2810142300801970974?l=heamike506.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/feeds/2810142300801970974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755158025312352031&amp;postID=2810142300801970974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/2810142300801970974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/2810142300801970974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow.html' title='wow!'/><author><name>Heather &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763471441562773287</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-2755158025312352031.post-1615705941950333106</id><published>2007-09-06T18:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:19:37.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bestest Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'm back. Sorry I haven't been blogging lately, just a bunch of things going on that didn't give me enough time to blog. I've decided to blog about something different today. I"m going to talk about my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I've know this person for a long time. She's always has been there for me from the very beginning. She's has offered her advice (though I haven't always taken it) made me think things through before I freaked out she's also13 years older than me and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; how well we get along, she gets my sick sense of humor and I get hers. The only problem with this person is she lives to far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's my sister Dawn, for as long as I can remember I've been attached to her hip. I remember going to school with her when she was in high school. Going out on her dates with her, doing craft shows with her every weekend, sleeping over her house going to a fish factory (don't ask)I even was her maid of honor at 11 years old. There aren't enough words to discribe&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her. She's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; sister and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; amazing mom. Even though she says she's not at times. Like I said though, the only problem is she lives in NH. She wants her kids to grow up in a better area than we did, and I don't blame her If I could I'd be up there in a heart beat living right next door *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;* I know she would love it. I know she's having some personal problems right now and it kills me that I can't be there for her. And there have been times I've needed her so badly I've cried myself to sleep. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt; don't know what I would do without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could go on and on about the things we've been through. Like the time we were eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; food and to this day I can not eat lo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; thinking of pig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;urethra's&lt;/span&gt;. Or the time she had me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; hysterical thinking I had a huge spider on me. Then there's the time she decided to flip the clock upside down and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; screwed with my head. But all and all I have the best memories anyone could ask for with there big sister. If I could have one wish it would to be with her again like we used to. I love her and even though she posts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; pics of me on her website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawnandjimmy.us/blog"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Coming To A Nursery Near you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( which by the way has gorgeous pics of my Nephews Anthony and Zach and my niece Libby) I wouldn't expect anything less. I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Dawnie&lt;/span&gt; and I miss you so much. Your the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;awseomest&lt;/span&gt; sister every....no i didn't use spell check either :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755158025312352031-1615705941950333106?l=heamike506.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/feeds/1615705941950333106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755158025312352031&amp;postID=1615705941950333106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/1615705941950333106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/1615705941950333106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-bestest-friend.html' title='My Bestest Friend'/><author><name>Heather &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763471441562773287</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-2755158025312352031.post-564692024708794236</id><published>2007-08-09T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:08:37.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday MEME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What was your first job?Blockbuster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you remember your first crush? yes gregory oumette kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the first thing you do in the morning? check to see if my kids are still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your first memory? my sister torturing me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is the first place you visited on the net today? my blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755158025312352031-564692024708794236?l=heamike506.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/feeds/564692024708794236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755158025312352031&amp;postID=564692024708794236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/564692024708794236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/564692024708794236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-meme.html' title='Friday MEME'/><author><name>Heather &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763471441562773287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755158025312352031.post-3205187552460920072</id><published>2007-08-09T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:26:03.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So with Mike dating this new girl I just went out and did my own thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; it wasn't the greatest thing. I ended up getting involved with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; big jerk. He hated Mike with a passion. Probably because he new I loved Mike and wanted to be with him. Mike and I still talked from time to time. There was actually a time that I thought we were going to start dating but, other stupid things came first. So fast forward to April my soon to be mother in law Jessie comes into work and sits me down. She has something to tell me, I'm thinking that Mike got this chick pregnant. Nope!!! He was getting married....I fell apart and cried and cried. But, being the bigger person I went out and got him a card congratulating him about it even though it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; crushed me inside. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;...June comes around and Mike starts coming around to Blockbuster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to be with him but by this time I was afraid to leave the scumbag I was with. Nobody knew at the time and some people are finding out right at this very moment that he was abusive towards me. He used to threaten me and my family and he roughed me up a little bit. But, when Mike came back into my life I wasn't afraid . I stared hanging out with Mike. Our first kiss was him climbing into the back sieat of a car going 90 on 95 north, it was such a rush. Two days later after a very intersting day alone together he asked me to be his girlfirend. I went home and went to the scumbags house and told him it was over. He couldn't hurt me or threaten me to stay with him anymore. Mike wasn't going to let that happen. Right from the beginning he was my protector. Though we've been through alot and trust me you'll hear all about, he's still my protector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755158025312352031-3205187552460920072?l=heamike506.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/feeds/3205187552460920072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755158025312352031&amp;postID=3205187552460920072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/3205187552460920072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/3205187552460920072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>Heather &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763471441562773287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755158025312352031.post-7672029016323408614</id><published>2007-08-01T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:17:49.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MeMeMeMeMeMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I’ve held:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shift Supervisor-Blockbuster&lt;br /&gt;2. File Clerk-Pawtucket Credit Union&lt;br /&gt;3. Pharmacy Technician-CVS&lt;br /&gt;4. Bank Teller-Citizens Bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I can watch over again:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grease&lt;br /&gt;2. Goodfellas&lt;br /&gt;3. The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;4. Four Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Providece, RI&lt;br /&gt;2. Pawtucket, RI&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four t.v. shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. Ghost Whisperer&lt;br /&gt;3. NCIS&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I’ve been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Orlando, FL&lt;br /&gt;2. EveryWhere, NH&lt;br /&gt;3. Galesferry, CT&lt;br /&gt;4. Newport, ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinese Food&lt;br /&gt;2. American Chop Suey&lt;br /&gt;3. Seafood Casserole&lt;br /&gt;4. Lobster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four websites I visit:&lt;br /&gt;1. Coming to A Nursery Near you&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything Said&lt;br /&gt;3. My Tasy Space&lt;br /&gt;4. Our Kid Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four people I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dawn&lt;br /&gt;2. Dawnie&lt;br /&gt;3. MoMo&lt;br /&gt;4. Evil Spawn Of Satan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755158025312352031-7672029016323408614?l=heamike506.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/feeds/7672029016323408614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755158025312352031&amp;postID=7672029016323408614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/7672029016323408614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/7672029016323408614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/2007/08/memememememe.html' title='MeMeMeMeMeMe'/><author><name>Heather &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763471441562773287</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-2755158025312352031.post-8307174084530782895</id><published>2007-07-29T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:53:13.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay so I know I have been slacking with the whole blogging thing...things have been hectic....so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; decided I will talk about everything in my life....what I'm going through now...and what has brought me here today...I'll start from the beginning...I graduated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; in 1998, I decided not to go to college so I could stay home and help take care of my Nana who had Alzheimer's. I started working at Blockbuster in August of that summer, that is were I met Jessie. She was the assistant manager there and she was a really cool person. She told me that very day what an angel I was (obviously didn't know me very well) She told me that I was the type of girl that could straighten her son out. Her son was doing time in the training school for drugs. She told me "you know something your gonna marry my son". That's when I realized I was dealing with a crazy person. So fast forward to September 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; her son Michael had gotten out of the training school and she was ecstatic, so was he apparently, he called her 40 times that day. Apparently though he had told her that he had called that many times because he wanted to here my voice. His brother Steven had told him that he had met the girl he was going to marry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;....I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; dragging but hey isn't this what these blogging things are for....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;....I was putting tapes away at work and who comes walking in but Michael....omg....my face turned bright red..he was so good looking...i didn't know what to say so i said nothing....I ran behind the counter and tried to be nonchalant and he walks up to me and say "hey why don't you leave the little boy and come be with a real man." ( i was dating someone younger than me at the time) I couldn't believe it...i wanted to jump over the counter and jump him ....I had butterflies all these emotions I had never felt before...i knew I wanted to be with him...but so many things were telling me no....he just got out of a relationship...i "though" i was in love...all of these things....so I just laughed....and then he left....I didn't leave the kid i was with at the time...but I couldn't stop thinking of Mike....a month later while at worker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jessie's&lt;/span&gt; whole family comes in....mike comes in with his knew girlfriend Angela..(yech)....he was trying to make me jealous....it worked....I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I was going to tell Mike but I guess it was too late...But, I got him jealous to that night because at the same time he was walking in the delivery man was bringing in flowers for me from a secret admirer (more on that later) The look on his face was priceless.....Okay...that's it for tonight...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting tired and I still have to finish my laundry...I wish I could go and spend the night with my sister who is down from New Hampshire...sigh...i miss her...she's leaving tomorrow...not enough time in a day...oh well....that's life...night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755158025312352031-8307174084530782895?l=heamike506.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/feeds/8307174084530782895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755158025312352031&amp;postID=8307174084530782895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/8307174084530782895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/8307174084530782895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/2007/07/beggining.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Heather &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763471441562773287</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-2755158025312352031.post-3119931504015680656</id><published>2007-07-12T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:15:05.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>So my husband and myself have decided to start up a blog.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no clue how to do this.  My sister Dawn is the Queen of blogs so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to have to get some tips from her.  So my name is Heather and my hubby is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mike, we're 27 &lt;/span&gt;.  We've been together for 9 years and have to beautiful little boys aged 3 1/2 and 7.  They are they joys in our life.  I live with my in-law hence the title married with in-laws.  We've lived with them for 6 years and it's been an experience.  That's why we're starting up this blog, to talk about our good times and our bad times.  Hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get my wonderful sister to help me keep this updated or give me some tips.  I hope mike and I will have some crazy stories to tell, until than!  Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755158025312352031-3119931504015680656?l=heamike506.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/feeds/3119931504015680656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755158025312352031&amp;postID=3119931504015680656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/3119931504015680656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755158025312352031/posts/default/3119931504015680656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heamike506.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Heather &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763471441562773287</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></feed>
