<?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-880681050836753552</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:26:20.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If Your Feeling Froggie...Leap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-92079112748051373</id><published>2008-06-25T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:46:42.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;since I wrote anything.  Boy I am a slacker.  Since my last entry, we bought a house.  I like it.  It is really cute and it finally feels like home.  I would post a pic , but I haven't figured out how to do it yet.  Brian was retired and is now working a gs job.  He has been doing alright.  It has been 3 weeks since school ended.  I have got nothing accomplished.  I had to put my dog down and have found a puppy.  We get to pick her up July 12.  Brian wasn't overly thrilled about a puppy, but I think it was because I didn't ask him outright about it.  He knew, but didn't get it.  I guess it's a man thing.  He has been a bit distant lately.  I think he is adjusting to all the change that has been going on lately.  Can't really get mad at him.  A lot has happened.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On another note......There is something I would love to do.  I would love to just hang out with my sister.  (I know she will be reading this and will now have a big head.  If you see her, move over so there is room for her head to pass!)  I wish we lived closer to each other.  It would be nice to go do things together.  I tried to get her to come out here this summer.  Even threw the beach in there, but no go.  Oh well, maybe next year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Devin is now 12 and is this moody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teen.  I don't remember being that moody.  She doesn't want to do much of anything.  She about looks me in the eye.  I feel so short next to her.  Megan is as head-strong as ever.  She does what she does and there isn't much you can do to change it.  She is in swimming lessons and is  not wanting to go.  If she doesn't feel like doing something, she is not the most fun to be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh well, I will try not to let 6 months pass before the next entry.  Later.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-92079112748051373?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/92079112748051373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=92079112748051373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/92079112748051373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/92079112748051373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-7035221094495779950</id><published>2008-01-17T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:34:17.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that will be moving soon.  I really hate thinking about it.  I will sorely miss her.  She accepts me for who I am and pushes me to my limits without making me feel bad about myself.  She understands me and all of my little quirks.  She has introduced me to a side of the world (the fancy side) that I thought I would never be a part of.  I remember the first time I met her.  She was painting in her room.  We were both at new teacher orientation and she would not let me sit by myself.  She made me come sit with all the new teachers at my school.  She also had my oldest in her class.  She brought her out of her shell as she has with me.  And her family has let me into their lives and they have become like an extended family.  Sarah, I will miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-7035221094495779950?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/7035221094495779950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=7035221094495779950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/7035221094495779950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/7035221094495779950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-3568328446737753259</id><published>2008-01-17T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:54:32.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend can't come fast enough!</title><content type='html'>I am so ready for the weekend.  Grades are due this week and it is always hectic trying to get all of the grades done and recorded.  Usually, your kids will not let you work and as hard as you try, you get nothing accomplished.  At least tomorrow the kids won't be there and I can get some work done.  I am so tired of the kids not doing their work.  I tore into them today about it.  They don't really understand how bad it is.  AHHHHH!!!!!!  AND.......testing is just around the corner.  what fun!  Well, yall have a good day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-3568328446737753259?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/3568328446737753259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=3568328446737753259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/3568328446737753259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/3568328446737753259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend-cant-come-fast-enough.html' title='The weekend can&apos;t come fast enough!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-246345331691682752</id><published>2008-01-07T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:00:33.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>Boy today is Monday.  I am so tired.  My legs hurt today.  I am not used to walking so much since I haven't been able to walk much. I had a good day today, though.  My kids were not bad today in class.  I have some papers to grade, :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a sad day.  My oldest daughter is only a few inches shorter than me.  Pretty soon, I will be looking up at my baby.  I realized yesterday that I still haven't grown up!!  Man, she makes me feel short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to get to dinner.  Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-246345331691682752?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/246345331691682752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=246345331691682752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/246345331691682752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/246345331691682752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-2802360284913230485</id><published>2007-11-29T09:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:52:13.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Your Best Foot Forward</title><content type='html'>OK, I only have one good foot, but soon to have two!!!  I got my stitches out today!  Yea me!!!  On the 19 of Dec. I will get the pin out of my foot too!!  AWESOME!!!  I can walk in time for Christmas!!!  (and do last minute shopping)  Guys, have a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-2802360284913230485?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/2802360284913230485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=2802360284913230485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/2802360284913230485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/2802360284913230485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2007/11/put-your-best-foot-forward.html' title='Put Your Best Foot Forward'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-3222389427295843924</id><published>2007-11-21T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:18:28.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time</title><content type='html'>OK, my sister has been on my back because I haven't written on here in a while.  I am writing now.  Update....I had surgery on my left foot last Friday.  There is this big huge pin sticking out of it to keep my bone together.  It doesn't hurt that much at the moment.  I am on crutches and can't walk either.  That is what makes everything harder.  I am really tired right now.  I would love to just take a nap.  I am hungry too.  guess I should find some food to eat.  Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-3222389427295843924?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/3222389427295843924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=3222389427295843924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/3222389427295843924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/3222389427295843924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-1355958789369860702</id><published>2007-07-19T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:33:34.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately....</title><content type='html'>I have had a headache for 3 days now. I think it is stress or tension.  It just won't go away.  My neck is sore.  I am ready to go home.  Just something about being in your own house and getting back into the routine (which I don't have right now).  I am excited about hanging at my sis's house for a day.  I get to see her about 1-2 times a year.  I would love to live closer to her so we could do more stuff together, Just don't tell her.  She might get a big head.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the last Harry Potter book comes out and I will not be home to get it.  I think I might need to make a Wal-Mart run before I head back to FL.  I love Harry Potter.  I would not say that I am the biggest fan, but I do like it.  I actually read those books.  Not into many other books.  Well, nothing else comes to mind, so later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-1355958789369860702?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/1355958789369860702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=1355958789369860702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/1355958789369860702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/1355958789369860702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2007/07/lately.html' title='Lately....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-3151109315732332272</id><published>2007-07-03T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:42:45.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me please?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Inconsiderate - adj - careless of the rights or feelings of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;OK...I am FURIOUS!  I can not stand inconsderate people.  I hate that I feel like I mean nothing or that my feelings are not workthy enough of thought.  My B-day is tomorrow and it is my 30th.  Ok, not a big deal.  another bday, but I was linda looking forward to it.  It was mine and the day was mine.  BUT NO!  I now have a 15 yo's bday piggybacked on mine.  I wasn't even asked!  By no means am I a greedy person and I do not mind sharing.  But it is my 30th bday.  I was looking forward to a day for me.  I wanted to feel special.  Now I just feel sh!t on.  It might sound a bit childish, but I hardly ever do anything for me.  My energy goes to the girls and Brian.  I just wanted a day for me.  Is that too hard to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-3151109315732332272?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/3151109315732332272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=3151109315732332272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/3151109315732332272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/3151109315732332272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2007/07/excuse-me-please.html' title='Excuse me please?!?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-9156877384757445369</id><published>2007-06-26T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:05:21.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;OK, I will have to say I am a pretty stupid person.  And a bit paranoid.  I decided that yesterday I would go to the gym and ride the bike.  No big deal, right.  Wrong.  Backstory.......Had surgery on my foot and am not supposed to put on a shoe.  I am supposed to wear a surgical shoe.  Well, my stupid self stuck my foot into a shoe and went to the gym.  I rode the bike and after a bit, my foot was tingling.  Did I stop.  Nope.  I kept going.  I felt the freedom!  Mistake.  My toe was sore and it felt funny all night.  Well now the paraniod issue.  My toe looks like it is pointing inward.  I really don't remember if it was straight out or pointed in.  I have also been working it out and it is looser than before, so I guess it has a bit more movement than before.  OH well, you live and you learn.  No tennis shoes.  I did get a pair of crocs.  I am banished to my surgical shoe and the occasional crop and flop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-9156877384757445369?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/9156877384757445369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=9156877384757445369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/9156877384757445369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/9156877384757445369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2007/06/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-6626390695576845140</id><published>2007-06-20T10:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:15:22.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!</title><content type='html'>I see that my sister is heading to the gym and I am SO proud of her.  I would love to go to the gym, but I am very limited as to what I can do.  I need to get going on something.  I have gained 4 lbs since my surgery.  UGH!!!!  This is the heaviest I have been not pregnant.  Not overely happy about it.  I have the want to, but not really the will.  It is very hard to get motivated.  And I can't run and have to be careful about what I do.  I guess I could go swimming.  Oh well, such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-6626390695576845140?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/6626390695576845140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=6626390695576845140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/6626390695576845140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/6626390695576845140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2007/06/ugh.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-3341451534703667470</id><published>2007-06-13T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:42:31.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk It Out</title><content type='html'>Yes I can walk!!!  Now it is just need to get the courage to do it!  &lt;em&gt;Now walk it out!  West side walk it out! Now east side walk it out!   &lt;/em&gt;Now I can start doing normal things again, like cleaning.  Wait....uh...I can't walk! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-3341451534703667470?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/3341451534703667470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=3341451534703667470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/3341451534703667470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/3341451534703667470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2007/06/walk-it-out.html' title='Walk It Out'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-6520852659109163489</id><published>2007-06-13T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:11:25.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>I have a DR's appt today and hopefully I will get to walk.  Cross you fingers.  I am ready.  Never really realized how much I walked around.  It would be great to be able to walk to the restroom and not hop.  Let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-6520852659109163489?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/6520852659109163489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=6520852659109163489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/6520852659109163489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/6520852659109163489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2007/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880681050836753552.post-6630012746725348345</id><published>2007-06-09T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:22:28.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Moments - noun plural -a comparatively brief period of time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have many of these.  Some good, some bad.  Usually they seem more that a brief period.  Sometimes they last for days.  And if you have kids, boy does it fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Devin coming home from the hospital and being a baby that would keep me up all night.  Then I remember the cute little girl laying on the dog drinking her bottle.  She then went to Kindergarden.  Now she is a 6th grader and just turned 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have those moments that we look back on and wonder, "What in the hell was I thinking?"  Those moments that seemed to last an eternity.  Life is a roller coaster.  You know that there will be ups and downs; that you will be flipped upside down and jerked around.  All you should know is that you need to hold on.  At the end of the ride, you will look back and be glad you rode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880681050836753552-6630012746725348345?l=ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/feeds/6630012746725348345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880681050836753552&amp;postID=6630012746725348345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/6630012746725348345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880681050836753552/posts/default/6630012746725348345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyourfeelingfroggieleap.blogspot.com/2007/06/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381560195851608981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/bigchick77/DSC01607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
