<?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-810090457100275001</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:26:45.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obsessions... Family and Scrappin'...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-1822677890629654593</id><published>2010-01-19T08:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:01:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010... I'm Back!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wow... I am amazed that I even remembered my password to log on... My goodness I haven't done this in a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So hello 2010... and my goodness I have not idea what the year has in store for me. I know what I want to do... but you know you can't always do it all... So I am gonna keep it simple to begin with... I am gonna make the year a happy one. Time for an update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have completed my first year in Tennessee and I must day I am adapting. Still not used to the cold weather but who am I to complain. I mean there are places that are colder then my area so hey I will just keep smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My girls are growing up... My goodness Rhyonah is a year and Raniyah is 6. And already the sibling rivalry has started. Heaven help me. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't had much time for scrapbooking and this year I have mad a vow to not shop until I use some of what I have at home... Unless there is a killer sale then all bets may be off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other then that life is great... and I'm keeping this one sweet and short... But I have more to share and post as the year progresses... Yes indeed... Welcome to 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-1822677890629654593?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/1822677890629654593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/1822677890629654593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/1822677890629654593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010-im-back.html' title='Hello 2010... I&apos;m Back!!!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-810090457100275001.post-9021879260407216188</id><published>2010-01-19T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:55:21.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-9021879260407216188?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/9021879260407216188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/9021879260407216188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/9021879260407216188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-810090457100275001.post-4441264414408198795</id><published>2009-03-10T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:09:42.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Motivation...</title><content type='html'>So I have finally decided to get back into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; thing. Well to be honest I have never been out of it, I just never really had the time. But my mind was never far from it. As a matter of fact although I may not have been able to do any actual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; I still managed to find time to shop for it. I was always looking for a bargain. Because in my mind eventually there will come a time when I will find the time to do it… Also at my previous living location there just was not enough room to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enter 2009 and things a all new. Not only have I moved but my move has given me the opportunity to spread my wings and become creative. I actually have a space dedicated to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; where I can hide and create. Okay well I can’t really hide because I have 2 beautiful little girls that just love to have mommy’s attention… but I can find time to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to prove that I was ready to get back into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; business I got everything in my scrapping area and I made my first layout in over a year and a half… and it was so fun… I am even working on a second layout… But while working on this layout it is at that time that I discovered that my scrapping area is not 100% perfect and it needs to be tweaked a bit before I am ready to show it off to the world… But I must admit there is one area that is ready for show…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SbacG7B4c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Z44lr7puhcc/s1600-h/All+486a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311604453268812722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SbacG7B4c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Z44lr7puhcc/s400/All+486a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the best part of my room... My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; Station… For the first time in since I have owned my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; I am finally able to have it set up and easily accessible to cut at any time. Previously I was tucked away in a box out of sight and only made an appearance when I need to cut something… But that kept me limited because I was not free to experiment and just give it a go… As you can see I am fully prepared… I have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; and jukebox… and the design studio all ready to go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the entire room will come together little by little and it too will be ready to be seen. But for now this is more then enough to get me motivated to scrapbook… I mean hey I already have one layout done and anther one in the works… There’s no stopping me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-4441264414408198795?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/4441264414408198795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-have-finally-decided-to-get-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/4441264414408198795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/4441264414408198795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-have-finally-decided-to-get-back.html' title='My Motivation...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SbacG7B4c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Z44lr7puhcc/s72-c/All+486a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-5489760849187515669</id><published>2009-03-08T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:25:52.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I did...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SbRhbe5-MhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/g6pbBbO8TsI/s1600-h/Scrapbooking_20090307_006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310976985357234706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SbRhbe5-MhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/g6pbBbO8TsI/s320/Scrapbooking_20090307_006a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well it has been almost 2 years but today I think I am finally back in the swing of things... I actually completed my first layout... And I really really like it... I guess scrapbooking is just like riding a bike you never forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This in the very first layout of my youngest... isn't she soooo adorable... I just love the pink and brown... I guess now I have something new to blog about... Scrapbooking... when I find the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-5489760849187515669?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/5489760849187515669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-what-i-did.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/5489760849187515669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/5489760849187515669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-what-i-did.html' title='Look what I did...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SbRhbe5-MhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/g6pbBbO8TsI/s72-c/Scrapbooking_20090307_006a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-7075246124108868850</id><published>2009-02-04T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:37:00.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby I Growing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-128303f95a697ebc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D128303f95a697ebc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296303%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9171204C2D2D9D7E3646C98296D00EF065FB11B.3F605D7BD4ED831E05D55354201196AB52092A3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D128303f95a697ebc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DptU-DrjNkEKjcpPAjVyqZ6emkG0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D128303f95a697ebc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296303%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9171204C2D2D9D7E3646C98296D00EF065FB11B.3F605D7BD4ED831E05D55354201196AB52092A3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D128303f95a697ebc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DptU-DrjNkEKjcpPAjVyqZ6emkG0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well the time has come... It is time for me to baby proof the house. Time to break out the plug gaurds... make sure things are off the floor... and living with stairs I have to go out and buy gates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My baby is on the move. She is learning to crawl... and she is starting to pull up on stuff... And here is the little video showing her on the move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at her go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-7075246124108868850?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=128303f95a697ebc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/7075246124108868850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-baby-i-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/7075246124108868850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/7075246124108868850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-baby-i-growing-up.html' title='My Baby I Growing up...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-810090457100275001.post-5436597493531198329</id><published>2009-01-20T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:02:53.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We got snow... And Raniyah has had her playtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up this morning and with a quick text from a friend it found out that not only was it snowing but schools were also closed... Not a bad thing I guess... Raniyah got an extra day out of school. I was gonna follow suit and stay home from work but I figured why not give driving in the snow a try... and to my surprise it was not a bad thing. Of course there was not a lot of snow... but I was very cautious... And to other places that gets twice as much snow what was covering the streets was probably not even considered to be snow... But for a first timer driving in any type of snow... and with me being a California Girl it was a big deal to me... So I drove at about 20 miles an hour or slower... but I made it to work... Only to get there and discover some of the veterans stayed home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And then you know the scrapper in my kicked in and thought theres snow, I have a child that wants to get in it... and by the time I get home at the end of the day it may melt and I will miss my picture oppurtunity... So I did what any true scrapper would do... I told my supervisor that I needed to leave at half day so I can let my daughter play in the snow... and at 12:00 I left work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when I got home I got Raniyah all bundled up and let her go and play... For the most part most of the snow was melted but she was able to scoop up a good handful and show it to mommie... She was quite a trooper for the camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293572573282507970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXaMNXdBHMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oxqrW127RqA/s320/Raniyah_20090120_007a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And of course we got the one good shot where we smiled for the camera. And please note a lot of this happened pretty fast... Because for us this was a little bit cold for us... But she had a really good time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXaMNuMAM8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ioNGCp36_-c/s1600-h/Raniyah_20090120_001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293572579385160642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXaMNuMAM8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ioNGCp36_-c/s320/Raniyah_20090120_001a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But before it all ended... We had to make an attempt at making a snow angel. And although there was not lot of snow left on the ground she did get down and make a great attempt at making one... And it may not have been the greatest but she had a great time doing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXaMNt29CFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Q9Fa0Wp-9VE/s1600-h/Raniyah_20090120_004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293572579296872530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXaMNt29CFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Q9Fa0Wp-9VE/s320/Raniyah_20090120_004a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was after the snow angel that she felt it was time to call it quits. And although this may seem like a lot f time... in all actuality it only lasted about 20 minutes if that... But we have our first snow done and over with... And I have my pictures... Now if I can only get that scrapbook room together and find time to actually scrapbook these.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-5436597493531198329?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/5436597493531198329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-got-snow-and-raniyah-has-had-her.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/5436597493531198329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/5436597493531198329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-got-snow-and-raniyah-has-had-her.html' title='We got snow... And Raniyah has had her playtime!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXaMNXdBHMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oxqrW127RqA/s72-c/Raniyah_20090120_007a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-7497589018607140703</id><published>2009-01-16T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:14:35.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello... I'm coming back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well hello... I think I am finally getting it together and today you get to get an update... I anticipate this to be a little long... but you never know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I am now living in Tennesse and I must admit it is so different from California... But not in a bad way. I love all the trees and it is really nice. I trip off of the fact that there are not a lot of sidewalks... and when it comes to driving there are a lot of two lane roads... They have a Hardee's out here that is actually called Carls Jr. at home... This is definitely a place that you need to have a car. Because where we live there is not buses... As a matter of fact I rarely even see a cab. But I am adjusting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So lets start with home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this is home...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293192694007741954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXUyte4GPgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZzaWgrZ4ZKE/s320/IMG_2312a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My lovely home... I can truely say I love it. I found a nice 3 bedroom 2 and a half bath townhouse. We have double the space for the same price. The area is really nice and the amenities they offer just makes it all worth it. For the first time in a long time I am finally on the ground floor... no more stairs to walk up to get to my front door... and as you see I can drive right up... And when I have groceries I just back in and it makes getting groceries so much easier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The view from my door is quite different...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293192982036260242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXUy-P3cpZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/76grJhad7lo/s320/IMG_2315a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; On the day we came to look at the place when we were getting out of the car we heard this knocking sound... Of course we asked what that was that was and the manager let us know that was a woodpecker... I must admit that is a more pleasant sound the the usual traffic... In california I am used to seeing plenty of buildings and roads... Here when I look out my door I see trees... Baba thinks that some animals are gonna come running out... But me I'm sure the only thing there is a few birds and squirrels... But I tell you when it gets dark it really gets dark. So I don't like to go to my car at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best part of my new place is through these double doors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291898010484342930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXCZM-6EAJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h7aZpJUMBpg/s320/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Behind these doors will be my little piece of heaven... My intentions for wanting a three bedroom was so that I could use the third room a a scrapbook room... but I have something better... Instead of a patio there is an enclosed sunroom, right of the side of the living room... And that is gonna be my scrap area... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291899514426484658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXCakhhz57I/AAAAAAAAAF4/CxbsVSiHpA4/s320/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At the moment it is in complete chaos... I have finally managed to at least get the boxes unpacked. And I am at least able to see all of my stuff... I can't wait until I get it all together. Before I moved I woke up bright and early the day after Thanksgiving and made my way to Wal-Mart and bought my self a Cricut Expression. And you can see it just sitting in the background just waiting for me to use it. So I am slowly getting it together. And eventually I will get it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And my girl are adjusting well too... (At least from what I can tell...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291903056123479762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXCdyrYLRtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9U7GgvS9KXk/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Raniyah finally started school and she if fitting in great. It is definietly a change for her. For the most part they only half day so she gets out of school at 1:00. Where she goes to school she could ride the bus but mommie couldn't handle putting her on the bus and not being 100% sure she was getting to school okay. So I take her every morning. And this works out good for my peace of mind. Rhyonah has started crawling and she is doing what she does best... getting into anything that is in front of here. I just recently bought her a stationary activity center and she really likes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the final adjustment I have to make is... In California I am used to seeing plenty of sun... Maybe a little overcast from clouds and occasionally some rain... But here its a whole new ball game... Almost every morning when I am leaving my house I get the courtesy of seeing the following...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291917167975595362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXCqoGH5_WI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Rz_KqHKHytU/s320/IMG_2314+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ice!!! Yes today it is down the 9 degrees... usually I am used to maybe 90 degrees but here it is a brisk 9 degrees... Since I have been here it is either been raining or just cold... And I am a California girl so this is quite an adjustment... And occasionally I will go outside with no coat and get quite the shock... Sometimes it is enough of a shock to get me to go back in and put a jacket on... but for the most part I tend to just suck it up and keep going. Sometimes I train my brain to think... "You are only gonna be outside for a few minutes and that gets me from my house to the car, the car to my job, and vice versa... Today it was so cold that Raniyah almost didn't have to go to school... but to no avail, I bundled her up... Coat, scarf, hat and gloves and off to school she went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes I am here in Tennessee and I am enjoying it. I have found quite a few shopping spots and what I love the most... I have discovered the Hobby Lobby. Heaven help me... I think that is part of a scrappers dream. There is also a Michaels, Joanns etc and a AC Moore... Yeah I just need to get that scrapbook room together and I am good to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for reading... I should be back more often now... Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&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/810090457100275001-7497589018607140703?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/7497589018607140703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-im-coming-back.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/7497589018607140703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/7497589018607140703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-im-coming-back.html' title='Hello... I&apos;m coming back...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SXUyte4GPgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZzaWgrZ4ZKE/s72-c/IMG_2312a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-3953983316596392770</id><published>2008-12-17T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:10:46.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost time for an update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been so anxious to update my blog but I just haven't had the time or when I do have the time I don't have the pictures... So I just decided to just pop in and give a little update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have moved for California... and I am now in Tennesse... I am liking my job, I found a place to live and after Friday (m0ving day) the real living begins... And that is when I will have the full update... pictures and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-3953983316596392770?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/3953983316596392770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-almost-time-for-update.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/3953983316596392770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/3953983316596392770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-almost-time-for-update.html' title='It&apos;s almost time for an update...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-810090457100275001.post-706822512800929585</id><published>2008-11-24T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:15:28.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My San Diego Office days are almost over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well it is almost time to close the doors on my job here in San Diego. The hustle and bustle of the busy work day with a crowd of 1&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;+ employees has dwindled down to six...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cubicle walls the separated us and gave us or own little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of space to call our own have come down and there is nothing separating us. The phones that were used to make all of those oh so important phone calls have been disconnected. The love of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to connect to other offices to get that business report done or net meeting has been taken offline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes we have been reduced to cell phones and lap tops. Instead of processing reports, paying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;payable&lt;/span&gt;, and sending out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;repros&lt;/span&gt;... we are packing and taping boxes, cleaning out drawers and finding home for all of those extra supplies left in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes the time has come to say goodbye to the first job I have ever had... It is time to move on to the next chapter of my life... The next chapter in my job history. I was lucky enough to get a good 11+ years from this office and I hope to get the same from my next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the top of my blog I have a count down to when the next phase of my job history will begin. Although I am sad for this to be coming to and end I am extremely excited for the next step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep checking... as I make this great move I will be keeping track here... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next thing on my list... Survive Thanksgiving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-706822512800929585?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/706822512800929585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-san-diego-office-days-are-almost.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/706822512800929585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/706822512800929585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-san-diego-office-days-are-almost.html' title='My San Diego Office days are almost over...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-810090457100275001.post-504818054981476495</id><published>2008-11-12T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:59:53.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Birthday... Raniyah Turns 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 08, 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267828577199832338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SRsWLkmlvRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jv56TDFviuA/s320/Raniyah+2003+11+08+(32).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems like only yesterday that I was blessed the joy of having my first baby girl. Not only was I blessed with having her I happened to have her on my birthday. And I must say she is by far the best birthday presents that I could ask for... Every one loves to ask did I plan it that way... and my response is "Who plans that...? Close maybe but the same day... Nope. And if there are those that do you will soon learn that your birthday becomes none existent after that. See my brother was oh so honest and let me know up front. You know you no longer have a birthday... and I just laughed. And you know what I really don't mind. I am just happy to be blessed with my first born. She is just as precious as can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**Fast Forward**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;November 08, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267828291655342850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SRsV683emwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/co_YrikJ5OY/s320/Raniyah_20081108_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is now five years later on this day Raniyah has picked Chuck E. Cheese as the party location. She decided that she wanted it to be Dora themed and we were good to go. She pinned mommy down and made her make time to make invitations. But mommy didn't have Dora paper so she settled for paper that said Happy Birthday! Of course that is after inquiring as to how I could possibly have so much paper and none of it be Dora... (I tell you these little ones are getting smarter by the second.) So next she politely twisted mommy's arm and had me bring cupcakes to school to let everyone know she is 5 and it's her birthday. I was beginning to think she was thinking it was all about her and her birthday LOL! And after passing out her invitations all that was left to do was have the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at this point that my 5 year old looks to me her mommy and says "Make it happen." and that is what I do. But like all good things there is always a hiccup in a great laid out plan. So let’s begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday November 07, 2008 after taking cupcakes to her school, I make a last minute run to Target for birthday presents... (I know bad mommy... never wait until the last minute!) I then mommy tell myself "Renee you know you have a full day tomorrow so be sure you get plenty of sleep because you have to get an early start..." And I tell myself this at 10:00pm so you know I'm already off track... But before I go to sleep I make a list of things to do (of course I don't write it down just think about it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up early&lt;br /&gt;2. Go pick up cake&lt;br /&gt;3. Head to party city get balloons&lt;br /&gt;4. Make a few phone calls to be sure we have guests.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wrap presents (that we went and bought at last minute.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Get to Chuck E. Cheese by 1:15 (Because the invites say 1:30)&lt;br /&gt;7. Have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the list is not long so I think to myself I can do this... so as I head to bed at about 12:30am I remind myself to wake up early... So that is what I did... I woke up bright and early the next morning. However I took the time to go over my list and thought I can get this done in no time so I doze back off for about an hour more... BAD IDEA!!! Now at that moment I didn't think it was a bad idea but as the day progressed I soon learned that it was... So with my extra hour of sleep I get up and head out for the day...&lt;br /&gt;First stop... Pick up cake... Now see for the cake that I took to Raniyah's school I ordered ahead of time to be sure she had it. But for this cake I figured I would just walk in buy a cake and have them write happy birthday on it. I mean there are always plenty of cakes... Well not to day... the pickings were slim. It seem as if the bakery was short handed... So I grab the biggest cake they have that looks girly and ask them to write "Happy Birthday Raniyah" However there was not enough room so I had to settle for "Happy B-Day!" No worries as long as I have the cake right... Next stop Party City... I mean how long can it take to pick up a few plates, some napkins, and party favors... I run in grab the plates, napkins, and party favors... I pick out some pink and purple balloons, and now I wait... and wait... and then wait some more... Finally my turn... I get the balloons blown up along with a huge Dora and I am out the door... the time now 11:45... I have no idea where all the time went but it's gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head back home and while on the way make a few calls... See I am moving right along down my list... But this is where the fun part really begins... I get home and I am making great time... I turn the car off, take the keys out the ignition, put them in my purse, grab my purse but realize I can't carry my purse the balloons and the cake... so I set my purse down... I hop out the car and shut the door. I try to open the back door LOCKED!!! I go back to the driver’s door... LOCKED!!! I have managed to lock my keys in the car... not only that but it is very hot and I have the cake with whipped cream frosting in the backseat... and it is 12:15pm. Okay it is now time to panic. After saying a few choice words I compose myself and grab the yellow pages and with the help of my brother and Baba I begin calling locksmiths. Can someone tell me why when you just want to know the price these people always want all of your information... After several calls we get one that will be out in 10 minutes that turns into about 15 minutes. But I must commend the locksmith guy he had my car open in no time flat and even rescued my melting cake. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;So now we have reached almost 1:00 and it is time to load everyone in the cars... The cake and balloons are safely in daddy's car (which at the time seemed like a great idea!) I have loaded Rhyonah in her seat... I have finally got my hyped 5 year old birthday girl in the care and it is time to go. I drive and pick up my bestfriend and her children and we are finally off to Chuck E. Cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrive at Chuck E. Cheese at 1:30 just as some of the guests are arriving. We are piling out of the car and it is then that I finally see the cake... Some how in the process of the drive over daddy has let the cake slide around on the backseat and it is a little whopped sided... And somehow the balloons are all tangled. I tell you bless him for trying... So we are getting into the restaurant and let me tell you this place is packed. We chose not to do the party plan so we don't really have any reserved tables but after a few tables are cleaned we managed to take over about 4 and the festivities can begin. LOL!!! All in all she had a great time. She had plenty of friends, ate plenty if pizza and cake. And do you remember the item on my list where I was supposed to wrap the presents... well I never got around to that... I bought her a new back pack for her birthday so I just put all the gifts in it. LOL!!! It worked out perfectly.So at the young age of five Raniyah has survived potty training, she has survived Pre-school, and she is just getting started with Kindergarten. Raniyah has become a big sister and in her words she is "Finally the boss of somebody!" (Look out Rhyonah, Raniyah has power.) Raniyah has grown up quite a bit. And to think it has only been 5 years... And this is only the beginning. And I look forward to so many more years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-504818054981476495?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/504818054981476495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-birthday-raniyah-turns-5_12.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/504818054981476495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/504818054981476495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-birthday-raniyah-turns-5_12.html' title='What a Birthday... Raniyah Turns 5!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SRsWLkmlvRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jv56TDFviuA/s72-c/Raniyah+2003+11+08+(32).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-1585286008808053236</id><published>2008-11-06T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:03:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do so little time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well as the days grow closer I am getting things done. Tomorrow the surveyors are coming look and determine just how much stuff I have to move. And at the moment my house is a mess so I'm gonna have to try to make it look semi decent when they come around to peek in my closets and stuff... but you know hey they are packing it they may as well see it in it's true form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have officially given my notice to my management, I have made our plane reservations, I have booked the hotel we will be living in for a month... (That part I am really not looking forward to. But it will be my motivation to find a place faster.) I have the date set for them to pick up my furniture, I have the date set for them to pick up my car. I have last minute appointments taken care of so that is good... I guess now I can sit back and relax a little bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still have to find a place to live, decided on a school for Raniyah, decided on a daycare for Rhyonah... Find a pediatrician... and the list could go on and on if I let it but I won't. I am just gonna relax and go with the flow... I am gonna think happy thought like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I"M GETTING A 3 BEDROOM!!!!! I'm putting both of the girls in one room and I am gonna make the other one my scrapping room... Uh... I mean a family area. LOL!!!! I guess I will do what normal people do and actually have a dining room table. LOL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay I am calm and excited... this is gonna go great! I have to keep positive thoughts. Now to figure out what to pack for a months stay in a hotel... If I was solo this would be so much easier... but nope I have to think of my girls and what they will need, and if by chance I forget something there is aways a WalMart close by... I hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next on my list... Raniyah turns the big 5!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!! 5 years old... and I get the pleasure of giving her a party at Chuck E. Cheese which I really need to call about... and tonight we are gonna make a few invitations for her party... Yeah I know bad mommie for doing it so late. But hey better late then never and if they show they show and if not it's still okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-1585286008808053236?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/1585286008808053236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/1585286008808053236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/1585286008808053236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do so little time...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-810090457100275001.post-6189370371592327020</id><published>2008-11-02T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:08:26.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween has come and gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SQ6c66eAUmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aK4KG9RSXWY/s1600-h/Rhyonah_20081031_011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264317550384140898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SQ6c66eAUmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aK4KG9RSXWY/s320/Rhyonah_20081031_011a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SQ6cdohPHGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C0--gj7BNSo/s1600-h/Raniyah_20081031_008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264317047349648482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SQ6cdohPHGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C0--gj7BNSo/s320/Raniyah_20081031_008a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the day had come and gone. After days of going to the stores and searching for the perfect outfit for both of the girls in the blink of and eye the day is gone. Picking the outfit for Rhyonah want a bit more easier the picking the costume for Raniyah. See Raniyah is at that age where she feels that she needs her input on what she is. And I must admit it is quite challenge. And it is also very fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end I think their costumes were very cute. Raniyah was a Blue Sorcerer, and Rhyonah was a spider. I was looking for that infamous pumpkin outfit but to no avail I couldn't find one but never the less the end result I think was better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So after the costumes were decided on it was time to wait for the day to come. And when the day came Raniyah is so excited and Rhyonah could care less... Raniyah raced home and patiently waited for the sun to come down so she could get dressed and get make-up on. When she realized she was gonna be able to wear make-up I think she liked that more then getting the costume on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So as the hour pasted and the sun went down it was time for costume. Within a blink of an eye Raniyah was dressed and at the same time I was dressing Rhyonah and if she could talk I am sure she would have said "Mommy... Why?" not to mention she was very sleepy and hungry. So here I am stuffing her in this spider costume and she just wants a bottle. LOL! So after she was dressed it was a race against the clock to get her fed and a few pictures before she is out for the night. And I got the fed part done but the sleeping part not so much. But thanks to daddy we got a few pictures of her while sleeping and in the midst of all that she mysteriously woke up. LOL! Needless to say I got my picture. And then it was off to take a picture of Raniyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The issue with getting her pictures was a bit different. She was anxious and totally on the go. Not to mention that she was extra excited at the fact that she was going trick or treating with her friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end she got to go trick or treating and me the mommy got some great scrapbooking pictures. Raniyah has successfully got her 4th Halloween behind her and Rhyonah has successful survived her first... And I too have survive and the mommy in me is so looking forward to the next year! It can be caotic and a long night of walking but I loved every minute of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-6189370371592327020?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/6189370371592327020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-has-come-and-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/6189370371592327020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/6189370371592327020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Halloween has come and gone...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SQ6c66eAUmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aK4KG9RSXWY/s72-c/Rhyonah_20081031_011a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-4609726923711563266</id><published>2008-10-27T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:25:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SQXwdTRSxkI/AAAAAAAAADw/NAjMKrqwBlQ/s1600-h/regions_state.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261876125831972418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SQXwdTRSxkI/AAAAAAAAADw/NAjMKrqwBlQ/s320/regions_state.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have lived in California for a majority of my life. Out of my 34 years I have only lived out of the state for 3 of them... From the 7th grade until the 9th grade I got the pleasure of living in Washington State. My mom couldn't deal with the snow so we hightailed it back to California. I grew up in Northern California in a little town called Pittsburg... Then we made San Diego our home... and I have been here ever since. I have enjoyed California. I love, love, love the weather. And there is plenty to do here. I have enjoyed it. But you know every now and again you wonder what it would be like to live somewhere else. But the thought of doing all that moving and the what ifs come to mind and you tend to stay put. You tend to say in your comfort zone. I mean why make any big changes if what you are doing is working for you. And that is how I tend to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However I have been blessed with and opportunity that is gonna be a very big change and will totally take me out of my comfort zone. I have been with my job for 10 years. And on the 20th of November I will enter my 12th year... And being with my job for so long is has giving me a lot of great opportunities... And my next adventure is one of them. My current office will be closing it's doors on November 26th, 2008 and on December 5th, 2008 I will be boarding a plane and heading to Tennessee... I am give up the big city life so to say for a smaller city. I am giving all of my comforts for something new and different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am giving up my having my best friend live less then a half a mile away, I am giving up my on call babysitter, (My mom), I am giving up my instant access to my brother living in the Bay Area. But I have decided that for everything that I am giving up and am sure to gain so much more. First of all I am retaining a job!!! Now that in itself is the biggest gain of all. Can you imagine being without a job in these times. And although I am moving away from one brother, I am moving closer to another one. And I hope to connect with him a whole lot more. I am also gaining a since of independence. I know that sounds crazy being that I have been living on my own for quite a while. So when I say independence I have a since of freedom that I will be able to focus on me. I tend to worry about my family and that won't change but now I can worry for a distance and let them take over more of their own lives. Hopefully I am gaining the ability to maybe even buy a house in the near future and get my girls out of an apartment. Don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with an apartment but my daughter Raniyah is a very active 4 year old and where we currently live there is not real place for her to spread her wings... And with another one right behind her... Well not right behind her but soon enough I really hope I can offer them a bit more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My now place of residence will be Oak Ridge, Tennesse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261883743362891314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SQX3YsyMPjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jj9RkGmLjDc/s320/regions_east.gif" border="0" /&gt;It is in East Tennessee. And I am getting used to the idea. This will be something new for my entire family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am getting really excited. I have exchange my fears of am I doing the right thing to... Oh My Goodness I cannot wait to see what is in store for us. The job is gonna be new to me. The only plus side is although I have never worked directly with my co-workers I have had conversations with them over the past 11+ years so it will be good to put a name with a face. Christmas is gonna be different. I am sure we will still be living in a hotel but I will make it fun for my girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is gonna be quite an adventure. The good part is that they are gonna pack up and move us. I get to ship my car. And we get to fly there. It will be a fun plane ride for my little one. It will be a new adventure for school for her. And I am kinda dreading that because she just got adjusted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not gonna worry about what can go wrong I am gonna look forward to all the new and exciting adventures. It is gonna be so awesome. I get to work for my same boss again and that will make the transition a little bit easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-4609726923711563266?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/4609726923711563266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-adventure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/4609726923711563266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/4609726923711563266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-adventure.html' title='A New Adventure...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SQXwdTRSxkI/AAAAAAAAADw/NAjMKrqwBlQ/s72-c/regions_state.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-2261870308099425489</id><published>2008-10-16T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:01:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I have time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SPgvqFDm1HI/AAAAAAAAADo/j0-O4yqzFRs/s1600-h/clock.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258004964913370226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SPgvqFDm1HI/AAAAAAAAADo/j0-O4yqzFRs/s320/clock.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I sit here at the end of my day as my two girls sleep very peacefully I tend to ask myself when will I have time to do what I seem to be missing. When will I have the time to actually sit down and scrapbook. There was a time when I would wait until this hour of the day when I only had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raniyah&lt;/span&gt; and hit my scrapbook area and scrap until the wee hours of the morning and then drag myself to work on just a few hours of sleep. However I found that I wasn't being very productive at work because all I could think about is getting home so I can make an attempt to catch up on some sleep. And of course with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raniyah&lt;/span&gt; that sleep never came. So I found myself more sleepy then anything so I had to give up the late night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that I have 2 of the most beautiful girls I seem to see that I have even less time. And it's not that I am complaining because being a mom is so great...  wouldn't give up the smile of my two girls for anything in the world... But... Yes there is always a but... But day after day I walk into my apartment and I look at all of the supplies that I have accumulated over the last 4+ years (and trust me I have collected a lot!) and I can't help to questions myself as to "When will I have time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And to be perfectly honest I can't blame it all on the girls... On the weekend when I know I could possibly have the time I tend to like to be on the go. Sitting home can be quite boring so if I can run an errand or two you can best believe I am in that car and on the go... Also there are times in which I have a little bit of down time and I just don't seem to make it to my area... or if I do make it there then I to overwhelmed with the previous mess and I just can't seem to find anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I guess you can add in the fact that I am not to happy with my scrapping area... I really don't have the room that I need and I can't get to my supplies with the greatest of ease... and so after sitting down and getting frustrated because I can't find anything that by the time I actually get ready to do something my mommy duties kicks in again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it is at that point that I again ask myself when will I have the time to sit down pick out paper, find my embellishments, get the cutest pictures (and trust me I have a lot. Just because I can't scrap them doesn't mean I don't print them.) and compile a layout. The answer to that great question is such a great mystery. I mean is it possible to extend the number of hours in a day? Can I get and extra day of the week... Does anyone have any spare time that they are not using... and if you are you willing to part with it and give it to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm thinking that my day will come and I will find that time that I am so looking for... and I think it will pop up without me knowing it... One day I will be sitting on my couch and realize that there is no crying baby that needs a bottle, or an adorable 4 year old that wants snuggle time with mommy... I will notice that I indeed have the time to actually scrapbook... But then I will start missing the younger days of my girls being little and needing mommy all the time... So then the question comes to... Do I really want to find the time... Hmmmm... I guess time will tell... So until then I will keep enjoying the golden days of taking care of my girl. Being at the beck and call... Coming to there rescuse... And I know that as time goes on them will become more demanding then they are now and I am actually okay with that... Because eventually I will have the time... And then the question will become... Do I really want the time. LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-2261870308099425489?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/2261870308099425489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-will-i-have-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/2261870308099425489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/2261870308099425489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-will-i-have-time.html' title='When will I have time...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SPgvqFDm1HI/AAAAAAAAADo/j0-O4yqzFRs/s72-c/clock.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-799866506119656314</id><published>2008-10-04T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:34:11.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got A New Toy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well I have very fond of my desktop computer but being that I just love to take pictures I started having issues... I totally ran out of space for my pictures. I would save them on to disk but I would still run out of room... and then of course there is my love of music and lets just say with all the music I like to listen to, that also caused a problem. So after doing a lot of thinking and going back and forth I decided I was gonna get myself a new toy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253528294485233970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SOhIJkJBkTI/AAAAAAAAADY/p3kkpf4rZP4/s320/IMG_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I got myself a cute little pink laptop. Now I have more space for my pictures. And I just maybe able to actually put that Adobe Elements to full use... I'm sure I won't but I like to pretend that I will... I mean I have had the Adobe Elements for a few years and the most I ever do with it is crop pictures... But that's okay, one day my creativity will get a hold of me and I will do what needs to be done... Anyways back to the laptop... I am really liking it... because at this very moment I am sitting here in my room watching TV, with by baby girl lying beside me and doing this blog entry... Check it out... Here it is with a picture of me on my blog...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SOhOW44Ew3I/AAAAAAAAADg/AbsCQAzDTkI/s1600-h/IMG_2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253535120459350898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SOhOW44Ew3I/AAAAAAAAADg/AbsCQAzDTkI/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the fact that I am no longer tied to my desk... I haven't had a chance to check out of the features... but there is nothing really fancy about it. I just really like it for the portability and the fact that is has tons of Hard drive space... But if this is anything like my phone I doubt that I will ever use it to it's full potential... I tend to find out how to use it to do what I want and anything beyond that I just let it go... and then in about a week or so my best friend will give me a call and tell me did you know that you could... blah blah blah... You see me and my best friend do every thing together just about. Especially when it comes to making major purchases. She tends to lead the pack with the idea and I just jump on the band wagon. I will talk a good game but it takes a little pushing by her to get me to actually get it done... Hence why I have the laptop now. Without the extra push I would have just sat back and complained about my old computer... But as for now I am very happy with what I have... I just want to be able to download my pictures without running out of space... And lets just say I have plenty of space to take pictures of my two girls... Now I just have to get all those pictures on this computer which shouldn't be a problem... It's the organizing them that will be an issue I think. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-799866506119656314?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/799866506119656314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-new-toy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/799866506119656314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/799866506119656314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-new-toy.html' title='I Got A New Toy...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SOhIJkJBkTI/AAAAAAAAADY/p3kkpf4rZP4/s72-c/IMG_2099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-3743728297325887905</id><published>2008-09-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:22:27.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Think I'm Gonna Survive Kindergarten...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well actually I think my daughter is gonna survive kindergarten... but if she succeeds Mommy succeeds so it is a win, win for both of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially on September 02, 2008 my daughter entered the world of being a big girl... She left behind the trenches of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-School and entered Kindergarten. She went to preschool on the same school grounds as the elementary school she attends now and on a daily she and her friends would stand at the gate looking at the older kids playing anticipating the day they would become kindergartners... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!! it was the funniest thing because it didn't matter how old the kids were they were all kindergartners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going to kindergarten was the topic of discussion for a while... I wanted to prepare her and she was excited... as it got closer I could since she was getting nervous about it so we talked about it less in and... Plus when I would mention it she was actually say... "Yeah I'm ready but I'm just a little bit nervous..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day arrives for the first day of kindergarten... (I know you may be wondering why discuss now kindergarten is well under way... Just bare with me... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!) We get up in the morning... we get dressed, we have our breakfast of waffles... we are in the car... we drop little sissy off with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Namma&lt;/span&gt; and we are off to kindergarten... We are having a nice little friendly chat and a block from the school all goes silent... I think to myself now is the time... she is gonna break down... but nope... we are doing good... I see other kids crying and my heart goes out the them... but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Raniyah&lt;/span&gt; she is doing her big girl/ big sissy thing and not crying at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the proof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="322" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2822527764_3e1bda8716_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See she is doing fine... She went to class she had a great first day... of course she did mention it was too long... but I told her I know but welcome to kindergarten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two weeks pass and on the third week I go to do the drop off thing and she is sticking to me like glue... she doesn't want Mommy to go and she is in tears... But I calm her down... and when I come to pick her up I discover that she has been crying all day... And this goes on for a week and a half... I try everything to calm her... I pick her up early, promise rewards... I take her to the park on a good day... but nothing was working... So there were morning when I left her in full crying screaming modes but I just had to go... And I tell you that makes for a long day... because unlike some kids that cry in the morning and let that be it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Raniyah&lt;/span&gt; cries the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just as quickly as the crying started... it ended just the same... On Thursday of Last week she had her first full day of no crying and the same for Friday... Now I was very excited... and let her know how happy I was...&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend but this morning... I was worried... I thought Thursday and Friday were just a fluke... after the weekend on Monday it would be back to the crying... but nope this morning we were good again... But in order to have more good days we have come up with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251459984867230802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SODvCGYwhFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5Psh3OBJ0pw/s320/Monday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We are gonna track our Happy and Sad days... So we will see how this goes... this is our first week and so far we are off to a good start... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Raniyah&lt;/span&gt; is enjoying her day at school... and I am having a good morning at work knowing that she is not crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yes... I think I am actually gonna make it through kindergarten... Well at least this week... well may just this day of kindergarten... We have so many more days, weeks, and months left I will just take them one day at a time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-3743728297325887905?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/3743728297325887905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-think-im-gonna-survive-kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/3743728297325887905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/3743728297325887905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-think-im-gonna-survive-kindergarten.html' title='I&apos;m Think I&apos;m Gonna Survive Kindergarten...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2822527764_3e1bda8716_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810090457100275001.post-8878089645832787806</id><published>2008-09-22T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:17:44.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Still Not Perfect... It's a work in progress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Okay so I have been trying to jump into the world of blogging but due to my need for a cute blog I have been set back... But you know what... I just gonna jump in and post the first post and go from there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;So what is this all about... My blog is about my obssesions... Mainly consisting of my daughters, scrapbooking, and shopping... and they all seem to intertwine... I am tottally obsessed with my daughters... Raniyah age 4 and Ryhonah age 3 months... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248956861929270578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg7SVw_w9fE/SNgKdKykrTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pxTUp3p95HE/s320/Raniyah+and+Rhyonah_20080817_003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;They are my inspirations. I love scrapbooking about my daughters... (Well so far I have only scrapbooked Raniyah because my little new additions doesn't leave me much time yet to do anything else...) and I love shopping for my daughters and scrapbooking supplies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So you can look forward to catching up with what is going on in my world of motherhood, scrapbooking, and anything else that I may become obsessed with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810090457100275001-8878089645832787806?l=sassynai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/feeds/8878089645832787806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-still-not-perfect-its-work-in.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/8878089645832787806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810090457100275001/posts/default/8878089645832787806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassynai.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-still-not-perfect-its-work-in.html' title='It&apos;s Still Not Perfect... 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