<?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-7137904422300677174</id><updated>2012-01-24T13:11:49.795-08:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='babies'/><category term='Veterinary Technician'/><category term='pot belly pig'/><category term='poem'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='books'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='exotic'/><category term='DNC'/><category term='Ovulation'/><category term='treasure'/><category term='gift'/><category term='rat'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='breast feeding'/><category term='forum'/><category term='overcoming'/><category term='weight gain'/><category term='Edward'/><category term='stay at home'/><category term='postpartum'/><category term='family'/><category term='Mary Kay'/><category term='pets'/><category term='mom'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='reptiles'/><category term='learning'/><category term='work'/><category term='farm'/><category term='friends'/><category term='mom. cafemom'/><category term='story'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='reading'/><category term='children'/><category term='peace'/><category term='God'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='only child'/><category term='baby can read'/><category term='labor'/><category term='cats'/><category term='depression'/><category term='joy'/><category term='praying'/><category term='working'/><category term='Ovulation test kit'/><category term='life'/><category term='vitamins'/><category term='diet'/><category term='night out'/><category term='heavy'/><category term='sugar gliders'/><category term='eating'/><category term='chinchilla'/><category term='Love'/><category term='pain'/><category term='chickens'/><category term='milk cow'/><category term='husband'/><category term='miscarriage'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='Robert Pattinson'/><category term='saga'/><category term='weight'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='skin care'/><category term='growing'/><title type='text'>Sheena's Jungle of thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts on life, love, being a stay at home mom, and pretty much any random thing that pops into my head.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-8641708961511315563</id><published>2012-01-24T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:11:49.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluten FREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bx2d8w55jI/Tx8U99suhZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YljNlsiM38E/s1600/t1larg_gluten_foods_gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bx2d8w55jI/Tx8U99suhZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YljNlsiM38E/s200/t1larg_gluten_foods_gi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701298708041074066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written, but life as a mom is always busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back my 1 year old daughter Sasha was having severe diarrhea. After taking her to the doctor numerous times, and them switching her milk to everything from Lactaid, to rice milk, to soy, the diarrhea did not stop! I started getting very much concerned and her Pediatrician decided to send us to a Gastrologist. That Dr. suggested we put her on a Gluten free diet. No more bread, noodles, wheat, barley, rye, or anything that we normally feed her. Including her snacks such as gold fish crackers, animal crackers, cheerios, and worst of all pizza!  Within 3 days, her stool was back to normal, and I noticed a big difference in her mood. She was much happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been no easy task that’s for sure!  I bought a few cook books, and a Baby Bullet to help make food, but have found I don’t have the extra time during the day to make meals from scratch. I have to learn to bake my own breads, and make pastas! It’s so much work and not to mention very very expensive. &lt;br /&gt;I now have to shop in the organic section, and have to have special notes for the day care. She loves pizza, so when they serve it at her day care once in a while, I can’t bare to make her watch the other kids eat it, so I just deal with the extra slimy poop so she can enjoy food once in a while! Although she enjoys food no matter what I give her so that’s a plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok have I grossed you out yet? As a mother who has two kids, two dogs, (one of which is a new pug puppy that we got for Christmas), a part time job, and a husband, where do I fit in time to make special meals? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I actually got a little free time. Both girls are napping, and I left the laundry piled up on the floor so I could watch a movie! I watched Julie and Julia! Awesome movie by the way, and it inspired me! Yes, it inspired me to do my own challenge (as long as I can fund it)! I would like to make all the recipes in two of the Gluten free cook books I bought! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not, it will be fun, I like to cook, and I’ll have food for my daughter instead of trying to figure out what to make last minute. Start date TBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send me any recipes you may have, as well as any notes on how to get through a gluten free life, since almost everything has traces of wheat in it somewhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-8641708961511315563?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/8641708961511315563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=8641708961511315563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8641708961511315563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8641708961511315563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2012/01/gluten-free.html' title='Gluten FREE'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bx2d8w55jI/Tx8U99suhZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YljNlsiM38E/s72-c/t1larg_gluten_foods_gi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-7953674493306737090</id><published>2011-06-10T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:28:24.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty seven years old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sLugHzokPk/TfPd7Gk6MaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Nr0sFd-9S_k/s1600/100_6351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sLugHzokPk/TfPd7Gk6MaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Nr0sFd-9S_k/s200/100_6351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617077167708582306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Twenty seven years have come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought I would have accomplished so much more by now. I feel blessed to have a wonderful husband , and two loving daughters, but still something is missing. &lt;br /&gt;I want stability!  I want my girls to see me as a success. I know 27 does not seem that old, but to me it feels like forever at this moment. My birthday passed like any other day with no special feelings. Yet today I feel as if something has changed. I want to be more! I want to live out my dreams. The dreams I’ve had since I was a child. The dreams God put on my heart, which got tossed aside as I got older. I want to be a published writer. I’ve always wanted to do that. I want to have a house, and not live in an apartment having to move every two years, because rent goes up so high. I want to give my girls a better life. I would love to have animals like I had growing up. Chickens,goats, rabbits and a pot belly pig! These are all the things that I miss so badly now as an adult. People come into this country with nothing, and start a business, make money and hire me to work for them! Now why can’t I do that? It frustrates me that I try so hard and get nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Twenty seven years and I feel as if I have missed something? Almost like I got left behind! I love my life, and everything God has given me, but why at this moment do I feel sad? Is it normal to feel like the days are fading together? Is it the lack of sleep from the baby who keeps me up? Whatever the cause, I give my dreams to you Lord. I am reopening that closed door to my childhood and taking the dreams I once had, and making them a reality. Not for money, but for pleasure.  Happy Birthday to me~ With Many years to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-7953674493306737090?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/7953674493306737090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=7953674493306737090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/7953674493306737090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/7953674493306737090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/06/twenty-seven-years-old.html' title='Twenty seven years old!'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sLugHzokPk/TfPd7Gk6MaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Nr0sFd-9S_k/s72-c/100_6351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-89020858677632742</id><published>2011-04-22T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T19:36:35.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today you were crucified</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp1kPm9m56Y/TbI7LwNG2oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Tw7uyhRyppc/s1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp1kPm9m56Y/TbI7LwNG2oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Tw7uyhRyppc/s200/cross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598602359879424642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you laid down your life for my sin&lt;br /&gt;You took a beating over and over again&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever know what you went through&lt;br /&gt;You did it all so I could give my burdens to you&lt;br /&gt;You stretched your arms on the cross&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your death was not a loss&lt;br /&gt;You gave us life with your last breath&lt;br /&gt;So we could be here today sharing your death&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I am born again &lt;br /&gt;Now I can praise you and yell AMEN &lt;br /&gt;In three days you were resurrected &lt;br /&gt;It was more than anyone ever expected&lt;br /&gt;You rose up from that grave&lt;br /&gt;Walking right out of the cave&lt;br /&gt;The angel’s stood at that place &lt;br /&gt;Waiting to tell everyone face to face&lt;br /&gt;Our savior has risen from the dead &lt;br /&gt;To free us of the sin in our head&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate Easter every year&lt;br /&gt;But is the meaning really clear&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not sure then ask him today&lt;br /&gt;He will come into your heart right away&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving you of the sins of yesterday &lt;br /&gt;You will be born again to start a new day&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let this Easter pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Give Jesus your heart and let your spirit fly&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for all you have done &lt;br /&gt;You truly are the only begotten son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-89020858677632742?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/89020858677632742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=89020858677632742&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/89020858677632742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/89020858677632742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-you-were-crucified.html' title='Today you were crucified'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp1kPm9m56Y/TbI7LwNG2oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Tw7uyhRyppc/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-3149316015528757212</id><published>2011-02-16T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:09:08.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until the Bitter End  "For Gen and Fred"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CS-tkIweXXU/TVwu3oRxhOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5LGE_5gsuTw/s1600/genandfred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CS-tkIweXXU/TVwu3oRxhOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5LGE_5gsuTw/s200/genandfred.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574381972017480930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We are the perfect blend.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will never end.&lt;br /&gt;Being without you is more than I can comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;The day I called you, was a Godsend.&lt;br /&gt;9 years have passed, and you are still my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours till my time on earth ends. &lt;br /&gt;You are the one that I depend.&lt;br /&gt;When hard times transcend&lt;br /&gt;You go beyond and make amend.&lt;br /&gt;One look in your eyes, and I just have to bend.&lt;br /&gt;You and I can start a love trend.&lt;br /&gt;When others see us they know we can’t pretend.&lt;br /&gt;To you, my heart I send.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine life without my friend.&lt;br /&gt;From now to forever, I will love you until the bitter end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-3149316015528757212?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/3149316015528757212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=3149316015528757212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/3149316015528757212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/3149316015528757212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/02/until-bitter-end-for-gen-and-fred.html' title='Until the Bitter End  &quot;For Gen and Fred&quot;'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CS-tkIweXXU/TVwu3oRxhOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5LGE_5gsuTw/s72-c/genandfred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-8339126066246206677</id><published>2011-02-14T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:00:49.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L60aq5HVtt8/TVmivWDBskI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Zwj_fSC0VoU/s1600/l_10a16d34374bcb545898db30dfd761e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L60aq5HVtt8/TVmivWDBskI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Zwj_fSC0VoU/s200/l_10a16d34374bcb545898db30dfd761e8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573664948103524930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I was blinded. I did not know what way to turn.&lt;br /&gt;I went through so many things. Things many would never dream of.&lt;br /&gt;Time seemed to sit still. I could not get out of the hole I was in.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I found you. You were sitting on the back of that huge Gator.&lt;br /&gt;It really made my problems seem so small. I fell for you at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile changed me that day. I knew I had to do more with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Being with you was so easy. I never had to pretend to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me. Your strong arms kept me safe.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to have you.  I know we don’t always agree.&lt;br /&gt;We both have our tempers. But I would not change it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart. I am completely yours.&lt;br /&gt;5 years have gone by so quickly. We are soul mates.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely yours.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my love letter to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-8339126066246206677?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/8339126066246206677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=8339126066246206677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8339126066246206677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8339126066246206677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-letter.html' title='The Love Letter'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L60aq5HVtt8/TVmivWDBskI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Zwj_fSC0VoU/s72-c/l_10a16d34374bcb545898db30dfd761e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-528356029985348954</id><published>2011-02-08T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:09:09.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mommies complaint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clothes are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;I took it for granted when there was only one.&lt;br /&gt;Now things are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Toys are here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look, I see teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;Doing one task takes all day.&lt;br /&gt;Dishes are piled high&lt;br /&gt;The only question in my mind is why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;When will things come together?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to get my groove.&lt;br /&gt;All the other moms seem to do things so smooth. &lt;br /&gt;Does it come with time?&lt;br /&gt;Does it come with age?&lt;br /&gt;When will I get to turn to another page? &lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;No motivation to pick up the broom&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I just want to clean the room? &lt;br /&gt;Always getting interrupted&lt;br /&gt;I have to start and stop&lt;br /&gt;The phone is ringing, now I have to put down the mop.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a never ended story&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, dinner, potty time, with very little glory&lt;br /&gt;My hair is a mess&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some sleep &lt;br /&gt;But I must get the broom and start to sweep&lt;br /&gt;Another day, with nothing done&lt;br /&gt;As the cycle starts anew&lt;br /&gt;Got to end this poem for now, need to clean up some more pooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-528356029985348954?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/528356029985348954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=528356029985348954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/528356029985348954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/528356029985348954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/02/mommies-complaint.html' title='A Mommies complaint'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-340852227644187198</id><published>2011-02-07T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:04:51.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Child "Special request from Rhonda Inman"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TVBebR8OzII/AAAAAAAAAHA/20ZBeCXvdTQ/s1600/1stgrade%2Bage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TVBebR8OzII/AAAAAAAAAHA/20ZBeCXvdTQ/s200/1stgrade%2Bage6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571056561822813314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Singing child &lt;br /&gt;Singing child&lt;br /&gt;You always make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Each time I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but rejoice&lt;br /&gt;The notes are all in order&lt;br /&gt;Like listening to a recorder&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me so much cheer&lt;br /&gt;Each time that she is near&lt;br /&gt;I hate to hear it end&lt;br /&gt;So I ask her to start again&lt;br /&gt;Singing child &lt;br /&gt;Singing child&lt;br /&gt;You always make me smile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-340852227644187198?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/340852227644187198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=340852227644187198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/340852227644187198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/340852227644187198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/02/singing-child-special-request-from.html' title='Singing Child &quot;Special request from Rhonda Inman&quot;'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TVBebR8OzII/AAAAAAAAAHA/20ZBeCXvdTQ/s72-c/1stgrade%2Bage6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-7775908564167024682</id><published>2011-02-07T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:26:47.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey to adulthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TVBU1oB2JJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hva7z1p42AI/s1600/Motherly-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TVBU1oB2JJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hva7z1p42AI/s200/Motherly-love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571046019312264338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I long for my childhood&lt;br /&gt;It happens when you grow&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to find yourself&lt;br /&gt;When a child inside is all you know&lt;br /&gt;How do we distinguish&lt;br /&gt;A being so dignified&lt;br /&gt;As becoming an adult&lt;br /&gt;You have to be so signified&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to make the connection &lt;br /&gt;Am I doing things alright&lt;br /&gt;These questions fill my head &lt;br /&gt;So I just have to write&lt;br /&gt;All my thought and emotions&lt;br /&gt;Go into the words I say&lt;br /&gt;This is me trying to decide&lt;br /&gt;How I will be one day&lt;br /&gt;When you are young &lt;br /&gt;Things are just so simply&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we worry about&lt;br /&gt;Is how to pop that pimple?&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’m an adult &lt;br /&gt;I get so caught up in life&lt;br /&gt;Not noticing the little things&lt;br /&gt;Just being a mother and a wife&lt;br /&gt;So here I am to say&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to be grown&lt;br /&gt;But I try a little more each day&lt;br /&gt;And it’s the greatest feeling I’ve even known!&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Sheena Diane "Feb 07, 2011"~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-7775908564167024682?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/7775908564167024682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=7775908564167024682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/7775908564167024682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/7775908564167024682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/02/journey-to-adulthood.html' title='A journey to adulthood'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TVBU1oB2JJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hva7z1p42AI/s72-c/Motherly-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-1617042432546696092</id><published>2011-02-06T14:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:06:43.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here to stay "Poem"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am today&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to say&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a stray &lt;br /&gt;Not knowing the right way&lt;br /&gt;Watching night fade to day&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I should stay&lt;br /&gt;Come what may&lt;br /&gt;Will never betray&lt;br /&gt;For I will find my say&lt;br /&gt;It’s me that I portray&lt;br /&gt;Will not feel lost another day&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, and here I will stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-1617042432546696092?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/1617042432546696092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=1617042432546696092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1617042432546696092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1617042432546696092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/02/here-to-stay-poem.html' title='Here to stay &quot;Poem&quot;'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-1606658579924148558</id><published>2011-02-04T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:40:52.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TUxipM9XZAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M6frhlH5zKs/s1600/100_3972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TUxipM9XZAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M6frhlH5zKs/s200/100_3972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569935299143230466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    3am &lt;br /&gt;                 Awake again&lt;br /&gt;                 Baby crying&lt;br /&gt;                 No denying&lt;br /&gt;                 Need Sleep&lt;br /&gt;                 Want to weep&lt;br /&gt;                 Pick her up&lt;br /&gt;                 Like a pup&lt;br /&gt;                 She smiles bright&lt;br /&gt;                 With such delight&lt;br /&gt;                 The mood changes&lt;br /&gt;                 Joy rearranges&lt;br /&gt;                 Making me remember&lt;br /&gt;                 She is my Ember&lt;br /&gt;                 Glowing hot with love&lt;br /&gt;                 Sent from God Above!&lt;br /&gt;             Written by: Sheena Diane (Feb 04 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-1606658579924148558?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/1606658579924148558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=1606658579924148558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1606658579924148558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1606658579924148558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-ember.html' title='My Ember'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TUxipM9XZAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M6frhlH5zKs/s72-c/100_3972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-2315743148305636434</id><published>2011-02-03T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:46:59.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity Lost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My head is pounding.&lt;br /&gt;The pain is astounding.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to function.&lt;br /&gt;What is my malfunction? &lt;br /&gt;I need serenity&lt;br /&gt;instead of anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;I want to lie in bed&lt;br /&gt;but inside I feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m not here.&lt;br /&gt;At any moment I could disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be right. &lt;br /&gt;I can’t even sleep through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Stress is over powering me.&lt;br /&gt;When will the clouds clear so I can see?&lt;br /&gt;Being pulled so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m in a maze.&lt;br /&gt;Never finding the right path.&lt;br /&gt;Sending me on the warpath.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so upside down.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is frown.&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts so much,&lt;br /&gt;to not want to feel your touch.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to matter.&lt;br /&gt;In my head it’s only clatter.&lt;br /&gt;I want it to go away&lt;br /&gt;so I can be me again today!&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Sheena Diane (Feb 03 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-2315743148305636434?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/2315743148305636434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=2315743148305636434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2315743148305636434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2315743148305636434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/02/serenity-lost.html' title='Serenity Lost!'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-2190118979664113163</id><published>2011-01-25T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:13:37.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TT72nfzoqLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s0I6CEWf9fE/s1600/picture-2-depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TT72nfzoqLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s0I6CEWf9fE/s320/picture-2-depression.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566157347889916082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My baby is now 8 months old. It has gone by so quickly that I feel like I missed it! About 3 months ago,  I started to feel different, more irritable, moody, angry, no energy, no excitement, and over all just not happy! This is hard to write, because it’s not something in the past, it’s something I am dealing with right now.  Getting a bit personal here, I actually thought it was because I was falling out of love with my husband. Don’t get me wrong, we have a wonderful relationship, and really don’t fight, but I just did not feel that special something anymore when I was with him.  I started to get upset at my 4 year old for the smallest things, like messing up her sister’s hair. Things that I would normally look over, would literally make me so mad, I would yell and scream and then start shaking.  It started to scare me really badly. I would never hurt my kids, but it got to the point last week that I wanted to hurt myself.  Again this is difficult to write, because I am a Godly person, and this makes me feel ashamed. I started thinking, “would anyone really care if I were gone?” I would never do anything like that, but the fact that is was crossing my mind was not only frightening to me but it also made me feel like I was alone screaming, and no one was listening.  I began telling my husband, how I felt, and telling him we need to work on our marriage because of how I was feeling.  He to my surprise was very supportive of the idea of seeing a therapist, so that made me feel a little better that he did not want to lose me.  Then later I started telling him about how I was feeling, and how I get so angry, have no energy to do anything, and how just picking up toys makes me so tired. Then he went online and found out by my symptoms, that I was going through Post Partum Depression. &lt;br /&gt;I went through it mildly with my 1st born, but it was nothing compared to how I am feeling now.  That is why I did not think it was Post Partum.  I have all the symptoms, and it’s frightening to think I could be going through depression when I have so much to be thankful for.  It helps to know I am not going crazy, because at one point I was in tears balling my eyes out thinking I needed to be in a mental hospital. &lt;br /&gt;My church has helped me so much, being involved like I am, and being with so many wonderful people takes my mind off the things that are bothering me, but once I get home and see my unorganized apartment, it makes me fall into this funk again. I guess this blog is more of what’s on my mind right now, because I have no solution yet. I am just dealing with it one step at a time. I just feel so bad that my children have to go through it with me.  My 4 year old unfortunately has had it the worst, because she is the one who upsets me by just being a 4 year old, and getting into trouble. I hate to think this is how they will remember their Mommy, and the baby does not know any different.  At least my 1st born has seen my happy, energetic self. The baby only knows this sad, lazy, Mommy who yells.  It’s such a painful realization to even write this out, but it’s like my own therapy. Maybe by writing about it, it will help me to overcome it.  Please just keep me in your prayers because I really need to overcome this depression, before it has a lasting effect on my kids, and my marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-2190118979664113163?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/2190118979664113163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=2190118979664113163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2190118979664113163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2190118979664113163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/01/painful-realization.html' title='Painful Realization'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TT72nfzoqLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s0I6CEWf9fE/s72-c/picture-2-depression.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-1661058286571319994</id><published>2011-01-13T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T09:10:15.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TS8h7kLSlII/AAAAAAAAAFs/Mqt_kNFXAVk/s1600/100_4785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TS8h7kLSlII/AAAAAAAAAFs/Mqt_kNFXAVk/s200/100_4785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561701372032881794" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, Today my "Pumpkin Butt" (Keira's nick name), is 4 years old. I don't know why this birthday is so much harder than her others. I always get emotional on her birthday but this year is different for some reason. She will be starting school next year, and I am going to begin getting her prepared now. For her birthday she got a Polly Pocket "because she loves those dolls", A Little Mermaid DS game, and this is the craziest one of all, she got a preschool learning disk for the PC. My husband actually made her an account on the computer last night, so she can watch her learning disk! What? Did I just say that?! What happened to my little bundle of joy who was just learning to walk, and talk, and clap?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, as much as I miss her being a baby, it is really nice to sit and have a conversation with her. She can tell me what she wants, and what is bothering her. I no longer have to guess when she is sick or hungry. She can go potty all by her self, so I no longer have to change her diapers. But, a part of me just wants her to stay little. Next year she will be 5, then 6 then 20! &lt;br /&gt;Yikes I just freaked myself out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my awesome daughter Keira, Happy 4th birthday. I love you so much. You are the best daughter I could have asked for, and you are the best big sister ever. You help me with Sasha so much. I just don't know what I would do without you my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best thing that ever happened to me because you made me a Mommy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-1661058286571319994?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/1661058286571319994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=1661058286571319994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1661058286571319994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1661058286571319994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-years-old.html' title='4 years old'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TS8h7kLSlII/AAAAAAAAAFs/Mqt_kNFXAVk/s72-c/100_4785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-7810503685316744280</id><published>2010-10-09T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:29:22.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever just stopped long enough to take a look at your life, the before, and the after? The other day I watched a video that took me back to a time in my past that was very unhappy for me. It made me look at my life now, and made me so thankful that I chose the right path, and did not continue to follow the wrong one. When we are young, we all have to make mistakes.  It’s what makes us who we are as adults. I dated a guy when I was a teenager who was not Mr. Perfect to say the least. I went through some very hard times back then, and suffered great pain because of it. The sad part is I stayed for 3 years, and felt I deserved the punishment.  As I am now an adult, wife, mother of 2 girls, I look at my past, and thank God for helping me see the light. For not letting me fall into the gap that has so many trapped. I look at the blessings I have now. I have my loving husband who would never raise his hand to me, my 2 daughters who are so loving and smart. I have my mother who is my best friend, and prayer partner.  I have my friends who have always been there to support me no matter how much they disagreed with my decisions. And above all, I have always had God guiding me, walking me through the darkness. Shining his everlasting light when I felt there was none. If I would not have gone through the tough times, then I would never know how wonderful of a life I have now. Sometimes you have to go through HELL to get to HEAVEN! &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for all your blessings!  Thank you for keeping me safe when fear surrounded me, and for giving me the strength to walk away and start a new life. You are my all, and I give you all the glory. If you are going through tough times, there is always a way out. Do not let fear over power you. You know what is best for you, and sometimes “love” can be misleading. Listen to God and you will forever be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/uelHwf8o7_U/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-7810503685316744280?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/7810503685316744280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=7810503685316744280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/7810503685316744280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/7810503685316744280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/10/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-9077149097525376080</id><published>2010-04-08T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:22:53.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S730x24WvLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jHcK3LAAkrE/s1600/25324_1364457628167_1133421179_1110117_6154501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S730x24WvLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jHcK3LAAkrE/s200/25324_1364457628167_1133421179_1110117_6154501_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457787460825562290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is 3 years old, and every night I read her a story, sing her a song, and we say our prayers. Last night she shocked me, while I was reading about a squirrel she said "Ouch" and started rubbing her head. I said "What's wrong"? She proceeds to tell me that the squirrel threw an acorn at her head. I started laughing. Then she continues to tell me a story. I got lost in the forest, and she was looking for me. It was the cutest little story, and she just made it up. She was getting into it and making faces as she was telling me about all the animals we encountered. I was so impressed by her imagination. I could not get over how she was really into the story. Even after I finished reading the book, she wanted to continue her story. I did not want her to stop because it was so adorable, but it was past her bed time, so I finally had to tell her to dream about it, and tell me what happened in the morning. I could not get over how into the story she got. Everyday she amazes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-9077149097525376080?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/9077149097525376080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=9077149097525376080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/9077149097525376080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/9077149097525376080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-time.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S730x24WvLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jHcK3LAAkrE/s72-c/25324_1364457628167_1133421179_1110117_6154501_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-5345089309498505741</id><published>2010-03-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:43:28.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy during pregnancy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S6Ph6zKjwiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fNRa1SzNW6I/s1600-h/1525R-143495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S6Ph6zKjwiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fNRa1SzNW6I/s200/1525R-143495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450448374331589154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had my very first “nine months” moment. If you have never watched the movie nine months you really should, because it is funny, and if you are pregnant you will be able to understand everything she is going through. Well to get a bit personal, last night my dear husband and I were playing around, when all of a sudden the baby starts kicking me. I tried to ignore it, but since we were still in the playful stages I decided to just lay his hand on my belly, Sasha started kicking his hand hard. I had to laugh, and my hubby just looked at me all weird. I said “Well she was kicking me, and I could not concentrate, so maybe we can just lay here and feel her kick”! He says “Yeah that’s just as good”, a line right out of the movie Nine Months. So funny, and needless to say it ruined the mood. She is already interrupting and she is not even born yet. A sure sign of what’s to come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-5345089309498505741?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/5345089309498505741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=5345089309498505741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/5345089309498505741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/5345089309498505741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/03/intimacy-during-pregnancy.html' title='Intimacy during pregnancy.'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S6Ph6zKjwiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fNRa1SzNW6I/s72-c/1525R-143495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-9045445780676127993</id><published>2010-03-01T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:33:05.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy and pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S4v6R8aPppI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1PsFAzBbGrw/s1600-h/Central+FL+fair+feb2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S4v6R8aPppI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1PsFAzBbGrw/s320/Central+FL+fair+feb2010+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443719760788301458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is it about being pregnant that makes me want a new pet? The same thing happened when I was pregnant with Keira. I wanted a dog, so we got Jovie. Now it is happening again. I want a chinchilla and a puppy. What is the matter with me? Is it not enough that I will have a new born to hold and take of in three months? Why is it that I want more responsibility? I have to ask, has anyone else gone through this? I spent some time with my friends Pug yesterday, and now all I can think about is getting a Pug? Someone give me some piece of mind here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-9045445780676127993?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/9045445780676127993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=9045445780676127993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/9045445780676127993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/9045445780676127993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/03/pregnancy-and-pets.html' title='Pregnancy and pets'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S4v6R8aPppI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1PsFAzBbGrw/s72-c/Central+FL+fair+feb2010+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-8232506073120920607</id><published>2010-02-14T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:16:22.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S3i8cP_6M_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6HUh6C84vi0/s1600-h/l_9f1936a4d47d89a17b8f7fa2ad5a500c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S3i8cP_6M_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6HUh6C84vi0/s320/l_9f1936a4d47d89a17b8f7fa2ad5a500c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438303743566820338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Little things can mean so much to me. Today is Valentine’s Day, a day to celebrate love. There are so many things my husband does for me that I love so much, and if he were to stop, I would really miss them. For instance, no matter what he is doing (other than when he is playing a video game) lol, if I walk by him, he will always touch me. On the arm, on the butt, on the tummy, whatever he can reach, he touches. I love that. When we have company over and we are entertaining and not talking to each other very much, he will be sure to make eye contact with me throughout the night, and give me a cute wink, just so I know he is thinking of me. I just wanted to take a moment to let him know how much I appreciate his affection. Not just on Valentine’s Day, but every day we are together. I love spending time with him and could not imagine my life without him in it. He is the father of my children, and the protector of my heart. The only one I dream of, and want to lie beside at night. He truly is my soul mate. Today we actually bought our first official bed as a married couple, and I am so excited to get it on Friday. What a wonderful Valentine’s Day this has been. One I will never forget! Thanks for being my one and only baby! I truly love you with all my heart and soul and as Tom cruise said “You complete me”! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-8232506073120920607?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/8232506073120920607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=8232506073120920607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8232506073120920607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8232506073120920607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-things.html' title='Little things'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S3i8cP_6M_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6HUh6C84vi0/s72-c/l_9f1936a4d47d89a17b8f7fa2ad5a500c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-1034210238086817237</id><published>2010-02-10T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:24:24.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They grow so quickly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S3MkARzzrbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4x-6rRewHV8/s1600-h/Keira+Jan+2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S3MkARzzrbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4x-6rRewHV8/s200/Keira+Jan+2010+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436728762365619634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here I am sitting on the couch sharing snacks with my 3 year old daughter, and she is being so sweet. She gives me one, then eats one her self. I can not get over how big she is getting. She is going to make a great big sister. She loves to help me. Everything I do, I do for her. It's like when you have a child, you are no longer you, it becomes us. I love being able to watch her learn and grow. She amazes me everyday with something new. A new word, a new expression, or just a cute little flip of her hair. I can not believe she is really mine. What a blessed life I have now that she has arrived in it. Didn't I just bring her home from the hospital? How can she be 3 already? WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-1034210238086817237?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/1034210238086817237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=1034210238086817237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1034210238086817237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1034210238086817237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-grow-so-quickly.html' title='They grow so quickly'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S3MkARzzrbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4x-6rRewHV8/s72-c/Keira+Jan+2010+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-4811025263006158569</id><published>2010-02-06T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:17:51.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing your stars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S22Y6Hhq1oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/l3XlSTvmjxE/s1600-h/mindset2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S22Y6Hhq1oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/l3XlSTvmjxE/s200/mindset2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435168449526158978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We live our whole lives in a daze, programmed to never see anything but what's in front of us. Lately I have been wondering what would happen if I changed my mind set. I fear a lot of things. One big thing is change. My husband and I are stuck in the mindset of, in order to get a head we have to start a business. However I am finding that no matter how many businesses we try to start, without the right mindset they all fall! As a freelance writer, I am trying to branch out and do things I may not have thought of before. I was raised to sit on my money, put it in savings, or hold on to it for a rainy day, but that never gives me more then what I started with. I have to learn to give in to change and take some risk in order to change our situation. Otherwise we will stay right where we are, never getting ahead in life. My parents were middle class, as were my husbands, and we are taught to live that way. I want to be the one that changes that pattern for my kids. I am determined to be a success, and if that means I have to learn the investing market, then so be it! &lt;br /&gt;I am tired of living in my parents shadow and not getting ahead. I want a nice home that I own, and not have to rent anymore. I want a big yard where my kids can play with the dogs. I would like to have my own vehicle that runs and is actually new, and above all I want the financial freedom to give my kids the things I never had. &lt;br /&gt;It can happen right? As of this moment I am going to change my mindset from a poor brain to a rich one. Not sure how yet, but no longer will I fear money or hate it, or horde it away to never be touched. I have to let go of all those fears in order to have a better life! &lt;br /&gt;I can do this! I know I can! I want to make something of myself, and prove this country girl can change her stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-4811025263006158569?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/4811025263006158569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=4811025263006158569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/4811025263006158569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/4811025263006158569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-day.html' title='Changing your stars!'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S22Y6Hhq1oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/l3XlSTvmjxE/s72-c/mindset2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-8807484224624684777</id><published>2010-01-31T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:46:54.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S2Xdk7EfgkI/AAAAAAAAADw/SzUCgzZVyPs/s1600-h/ForkInTheRoad-713508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S2Xdk7EfgkI/AAAAAAAAADw/SzUCgzZVyPs/s320/ForkInTheRoad-713508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432992151893934658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have always been the kind of person to do the right thing, because if I don't everything in my life falls apart. I don't know why this happens to me, but I know right away if I am not traveling the right path for my life. Recently I made some decisions to try and make money. I learned very quickly to never do anything just for money. Weird things started happening in the house, and I felt horrible. As soon as I stopped going forward with my project, everything calmed down. I truly believe in energy surrounding us and God's signs. We just have to look for them. My life is back on track, and I got a new job offer for my writing. Just goes to show if you stay on the right path, doors will open and eventually money will follow. I listen to real radio and there is a guy who is called Eddie the Shaman. Sometimes he sounds crazy but after experiencing the effects of a bad choice, I will be listening to him more often. He says our house speaks to us. Freaky? Maybe, but it's true. Our energy lives within our home, so when we try to do things for the wrong reasons we feel uncomfortable and uneasy. Listen to your surroundings, they may be telling you more then you think! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-8807484224624684777?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/8807484224624684777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=8807484224624684777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8807484224624684777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8807484224624684777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-path.html' title='Right path'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S2Xdk7EfgkI/AAAAAAAAADw/SzUCgzZVyPs/s72-c/ForkInTheRoad-713508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-1614565404493863938</id><published>2010-01-30T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:23:52.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S2RdDyIdl7I/AAAAAAAAADo/qw5LsOso6QE/s1600-h/6a00d8341c630a53ef011278fcd5bd28a4-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S2RdDyIdl7I/AAAAAAAAADo/qw5LsOso6QE/s320/6a00d8341c630a53ef011278fcd5bd28a4-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432569370093918130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't know why, but when you are pregnant it seems your dreams get weirder and weirder! Just last night I had a dream that I was being chased by a gang of three eyed monster babies. Oh, and I can't forget all the dreams of my baby coming out deformed, or looking like an alien. Sometimes my dreams just go all over the place, like I'll be at home, then all of a sudden floating in the sky flying or something crazy. Maybe it's because of all the hormones? Who knows why when you’re pregnant your dreams go crazy, but all I know is I could write some really weird Sci-Fi stories with the stuff my mind comes up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-1614565404493863938?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/1614565404493863938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=1614565404493863938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1614565404493863938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1614565404493863938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/01/pregnancy-dreams.html' title='Pregnancy Dreams'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S2RdDyIdl7I/AAAAAAAAADo/qw5LsOso6QE/s72-c/6a00d8341c630a53ef011278fcd5bd28a4-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-4916575712435478845</id><published>2010-01-28T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:45:23.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S2IFW7lABWI/AAAAAAAAADg/TbMzW0GfWfc/s1600-h/BABY+SASHA_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S2IFW7lABWI/AAAAAAAAADg/TbMzW0GfWfc/s320/BABY+SASHA_8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431909992070382946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have not been blogging lately. Ever since I found out I was pregnant again, I have been neglecting my post. I can not believe I am almost 6 months pregnant. We are having another girl. This is going to be our last child. Johnny and I have decided 2 kids is all we can handle ha-ha. &lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to get back into the swing of things and start posting again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-4916575712435478845?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/4916575712435478845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=4916575712435478845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/4916575712435478845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/4916575712435478845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/S2IFW7lABWI/AAAAAAAAADg/TbMzW0GfWfc/s72-c/BABY+SASHA_8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-2447146028482051048</id><published>2009-10-05T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:32:11.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Pregnant!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/Sspz5LONpPI/AAAAAAAAADY/SEilbJhdBUs/s1600-h/pregnant_fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/Sspz5LONpPI/AAAAAAAAADY/SEilbJhdBUs/s320/pregnant_fairy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389247330204361970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Johnny &amp; I have been trying to conceive for a while now. Even though I missed my period I did not think I was pregnant, because I have taken so many pregnancy test in the last year that come out negative. However today we went to the DR and it's official, I am pregnant. We could not be more excited. This is baby number two, and I know Keira will make an awesome big sister. I am taking it easy this time, because as you know my last pregnancy miscarried. I am thinking positive and leaving it in God's hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-2447146028482051048?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/2447146028482051048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=2447146028482051048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2447146028482051048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2447146028482051048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m Pregnant!!!!!'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/Sspz5LONpPI/AAAAAAAAADY/SEilbJhdBUs/s72-c/pregnant_fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-1264089487300699448</id><published>2009-09-23T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:07:12.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Blog from Beth about Kissing</title><content type='html'>Can Kissing Help You Conceive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to an article in Conceive Magazine, "some serious kissing not only can improve your physical health but also your mental state of being, which could translate to possibly having an easier time at conception in the long run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most couples know that stress can be harmful to fertility, but what they may not know is that kissing may help to relieve stress among couples. Research has shown that infertile couples have a higher level of anxiety and depression, and that emotional distress is associated with difficulty in conceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that kissing is an all-natural stress reliever which can help. It's been suggested that relaxing and cuddling, especialy with intimacy can improve fertility. It seems a kiss on the lips can actually trigger a rush of chemicals to be released by the brain which are known as "feel good" chemicals (dopamine, norepinephrine and phenylethylamine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing seems to have some general health benefits as well. It can relieve headaches, lower blood pressure, make skin glow and helps to put you in a state of contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not only can kissing help to improve your physical health, but it can help to improve your state of mind which may in turn help you to get pregnant more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget, it's fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Beth at 7:12 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-1264089487300699448?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/1264089487300699448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=1264089487300699448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1264089487300699448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/1264089487300699448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/09/interesting-blog-from-beth-about.html' title='Interesting Blog from Beth about Kissing'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-2797095779471272465</id><published>2009-08-28T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:58:14.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ovulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DNC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ovulation test kit'/><title type='text'>Getting Pregnant after a D&amp;C!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SphIM4w3E9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ds4WihjOGFk/s1600-h/l_baa04b6114eb4ca0b770ac08edf93634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SphIM4w3E9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ds4WihjOGFk/s320/l_baa04b6114eb4ca0b770ac08edf93634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375125541499638738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;I am so frustrated today, because my husband and I have been trying to conceive our second child for over a year now with no luck. I really thought I was pregnant, because I got a weird sensation a few weeks ago. I woke up this morning ready to take a pregnancy test, and got my period instead! We have a 2 year old daughter, who will be turning 3 in Jan. With her, we were not really trying (meaning I was not tracking ovulation or anything) and we got pregnant right away. When she was 1 year old, we decided to try again for another baby. Both I and my husband are only children, and we absolutely hated growing up alone. Neither of us wants that for Keira. After a few months of trying I got pregnant. I was about 11 weeks when we went to get our 1st sonogram, only to find out the baby had no heart beat. Needless to say I had to go to the hospital and have a D&amp;amp;C done. We both were heartbroken. After 8 months passed I felt it was important for Keira to have a sibling despite the pain I suffered, so we began trying again. To our dismay we are still trying. I feel we are doing everything right and I track my periods every month. I began to get a little depressed because I missed the feeling of being pregnant and the joy it brought. Not only that, but Keira is not a baby anymore and I really miss having a baby in the house. It did not seem so hard the first 2 times, why I wonder, is it now? My prediction is that maybe during the D&amp;amp;C I got some scaring, which could cause the baby to not be able to attach. Secondly, I find myself thinking that maybe it’s just not the right time. God does have a perfect time for everything, and when it’s meant to happen it will right? I have done numerous hours of research to find some reason why this time around is so much more difficult. Having no insurance means I cannot just go have myself checked out anytime I want, so I have to figure things out on my own. Today I took the next step and went to the store to buy an Ovulation test kit. I have no clue how it works or if it will even help, but I am willing to try anything at this point. Has anyone else ever gone through this after a D&amp;amp;C? Leave me some comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-2797095779471272465?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/2797095779471272465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=2797095779471272465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2797095779471272465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2797095779471272465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-pregnant-after-dnc.html' title='Getting Pregnant after a D&amp;C!'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SphIM4w3E9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ds4WihjOGFk/s72-c/l_baa04b6114eb4ca0b770ac08edf93634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-3700739442770029245</id><published>2009-08-14T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:44:15.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SoYugTcUYuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nh0LJGFzRtI/s1600-h/Matos++003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SoYugTcUYuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nh0LJGFzRtI/s320/Matos++003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370030738195636962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;My daughter is 2 years old, and turning 3 in a matter of months. I sit here watching videos of her from an infant, and I am so amazed to see how much she has changed. She is my pride and joy and I am so in love with my little girl. Motherhood is a wonderful gift to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me how to keep her from growing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt; :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-3700739442770029245?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/3700739442770029245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=3700739442770029245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/3700739442770029245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/3700739442770029245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/08/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SoYugTcUYuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nh0LJGFzRtI/s72-c/Matos++003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-1451878092375779680</id><published>2009-08-06T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:17:28.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Short children's poem I wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN MY ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my room, I can pretend I’m on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can jump off the bed and land on a Martians head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can flip off the chair &amp;amp; fly through the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I look in the mirror I can see a beautiful deer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I go in my closet I am really in a magic faucet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I slide down the drain into a Mermaids mane &amp;amp; watch her swim while she sings a hymn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;While I lay on the floor I‘m listening to a lion roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); 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I’ve tried diets but the truth is, I just can’t stick with them. Finally after having to go out yet again, to buy bigger clothes I decided NO MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am tired of being heavy and I hate the way I look. It’s never going to change unless I change it so… Here I go. I am bond and determined to lose weight. I am not changing my diet per say. I am however trying to eat less. I am getting up early every morning to do thirty minutes of exercise or jogging,  and taking multi vitamins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who wants to join me on my quest? It’s always more fun when you have people to support each other. Become a follower and leave me a comment. 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However I recently started using some products and I have to tell you that I have changed my tune. I have very dry skin so, when I put on foundation my skin would burn and feel flaky. After trying Mary Kay’s medium coverage foundation I was pleasantly surprised to find I did not have that problem. My skin looked smooth and it honestly did not feel like I had anything on. Some products make your face feel heavy but Mary Kay was very light and it looked great. Needless to say I had to try more so I bought an entire face kit. That included a case to hold eye shadow, cheek color, lip stick. Lip gloss, eye liner and lip liner. Let me just say, I don’t know how I ever did without it. The lip stick is so light &amp;amp; creamy and the colors enhance my lips. The eye shadow combinations complement each other so well and my favorite is Safari Sunset. It’s a yellow &amp;amp; brown and I wear it everywhere because it matches everything. I love the products so much that I decided to become an independent beauty consultant with them and sell the products to others. If you are wondering how that went contact me &amp;amp; I will give you an over view of what I made and how I felt about the whole experience. If I get enough questions, I will write a blog about what it was like to work for Mary Kay. Needless to say I still love Mary Kay products and use them daily. I even used them on Halloween to be a vampire; I could not believe how great the makeup looked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite products so far are the bronzer that I use after I am done making my face. It gives me a warm glow, like I just got a tan. I love the eye primer because when I used to work outside, I would sweat so much. The eye primer made it so my eye shadow stayed on all day. My third favorite is the oil free eye makeup remover. It takes off my eye shadow and mascara with no mess and very quickly. I love that stuff. Now I love a lot of other products by Mary Kay but those are my top three favorites that I cannot live without. If you have not had a free facial from a Mary Kay beauty consultant I would recommend it. Once you try some of the skin care products I know you will be fan. They work great and really make your skin look &amp;amp; feel better. I just wonder why it took me so long to try it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a hard core Mary Kay user for life!  Contact me for any Mary Kay questions or discounted products. Here is the main web site so feel free to check them out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.MaryKay.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-4389473875431315641?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/4389473875431315641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=4389473875431315641&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/4389473875431315641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/4389473875431315641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/07/mary-kay-products_10.html' title='Mary Kay Products'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/Slgb8g3pBVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qsWk17aTUCA/s72-c/l_4e600a6c2e9541c0a2260e308704cacf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-821539265770225572</id><published>2009-07-10T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:56:39.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postpartum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stay at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom. cafemom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overcoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast feeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk cow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night out'/><title type='text'>Postpartum Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SleA66qWEaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/J7KwWvrqwCA/s1600-h/l_98646c66816c402fa864175895d6da7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SleA66qWEaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/J7KwWvrqwCA/s320/l_98646c66816c402fa864175895d6da7b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356892031448125858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Having a baby is the most exciting, and wonderful thing that could ever happen to a woman, and yet after the baby is born things change so quickly! We have this bundle of joy that quite literally sucks the life out of us. For us breastfeeding Momma's that is double the pain and energy. I had to deal with a big change, not only am I a mother now but I also have to get used to being at home 24/7, and not seeing the outside world. I have had a job since I was 15 years old and for 8 years of my life I was working. My postpartum depression did not hit for many months after my daughter was born. After about 6 months I started feeling all alone. My friends and family all lived 2 hours away and my Husband was working non stop so I could stay home. I would cry all the time and pray to meet anybody who was going through what I was. My apartment got smaller everyday and feeling like a woman was no longer an option. I was a milk cow, with unbrushed hair and bags under my eyes. I looked horrible and felt horrible. I had no contact to the outside world, because I was stuck inside all day with no car, no money, and no place to go! It soon became apparent that something was going to have to change, because I could not go on living like this. Not long after, I started going online, and chatting with friends, doing the whole Myspace thing. I stumbled upon a forum that was made just for Moms. It's called CafeMom and I found many Mothers going through the same thing I was. There were even groups of mom's from my area who did play dates and girls night out. I soon became a very active member of Cafemom and started getting involved in the playdates. After a months or so I forgot about my feelings of depression and had something to look forward to. I would log on to my forum every morning and post my thoughts of the day and read about the upcoming events, then go back to my daily routine. All the ladies I have met have been so wonderful, they are all about the same age as me and have kids around the same age as my daughter. It became my outlet, if i was frustrated I could call up one of my new friends or just vent on the forum. My depression was slowing disappearing and I felt happy again. Another big help for me to overcome my Postpartum was moving into a bigger apartment. Where we lived was small and dark, so I felt like I was in a cave. However the new apartment was bigger, brighter and had a homey feel. Once we moved into a new place a big weight lifted and I felt happy again. People started visiting more, family came to stay the night, friends would come and hang out for hours, and for the 1st time I felt like I was home. Not just renting an apartment from somebody! Having friends and family around really helped me get out of my funk, also having an outlet to the outside world through cafe mom was a big help. Staying at home was a lot to get used to but the truth is I would not change it for anything. I love the time I get to spend with my daughter and although times may be tough right now I know being at home with her is the best gift I can give. You can over come your depression, you just have to pray and find your outlet, find what makes you happy. Give yourself some ME time, without it you will go crazy. Mom's night out are so much fun and that one night can help you get through the entire week. Keep thinking positivity and let God guide you. I know you can overcome it, because I did! Here is the link to Cafemom I know you'll love it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafemom.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; www.cafemom.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my opinion and I am not receiving any compensation from Cafe mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheena Diane Matos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-821539265770225572?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/821539265770225572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=821539265770225572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/821539265770225572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/821539265770225572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/07/postpartum-depression.html' title='Postpartum Depression'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SleA66qWEaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/J7KwWvrqwCA/s72-c/l_98646c66816c402fa864175895d6da7b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-5700463661065298101</id><published>2009-07-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:41:44.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><title type='text'>Robert Pattinson VS Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SlZPLjOxT0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vM9AIw44MzA/s1600-h/l_c0449706773b4760952fb1e1ba0b95b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SlZPLjOxT0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vM9AIw44MzA/s320/l_c0449706773b4760952fb1e1ba0b95b4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356555866658131778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As many of you already know, I am a huge fan of the Twilight saga. It seems strange to me because I see all these young girls going crazy over the Twilight movie and here I am an adult, doing the same thing. I loved the Harry Potter series and bought all the Lord of the rings but Twilight has become my obsession. I don't think I've really ever gotten so involved with anything like this before. I don’t want to make anyone mad with what I am about to say and please note I am a diehard Twilight fan myself however; these are my thoughts on the actor Robert Pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;As an actor, I think Robert Pattinson has found his niche with being a vampire. Seeing him play other roles is not the same as watching him be Edward. He brings a special quality to Edward that I don’t think anyone else could have brought. I, among all the others out there have fallen in love with Edward the character, but not so much Robert. I personally don’t think Robert is that great looking of a guy, but put him in that white make up and give him golden eyes and I will just melt. I am not sure what it is but when I watch Twilight I am fixated on his character, then when I watch him on TV doing an interview, I am just not interested. Don’t get me wrong I know he is a major heart throb, but seriously I am not feeling it. Edward HELL YEAH, Rob not so much! Looking forward to seeing New Moon and check out this girl Hanna Pestle. She can sing and has a song called "Need" that would fit perfect in the New Moon movie. http://www.myspace.com/needfornewmoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-5700463661065298101?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/5700463661065298101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=5700463661065298101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/5700463661065298101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/5700463661065298101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/07/robert-pattinson-vs-twilight.html' title='Robert Pattinson VS Twilight'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SlZPLjOxT0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vM9AIw44MzA/s72-c/l_c0449706773b4760952fb1e1ba0b95b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-4935624341684371983</id><published>2009-07-08T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:51:33.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby can read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Your Baby can read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a stay at home mom, and have a two year old daughter. I often worry about teaching her the right things while I’m home with her.  About six months ago, I came across a program called “Your baby can read”.  It has been by far the best thing that I ever found.  In only three weeks my daughter was able to read more than twenty five words. The program has five videos and she is now on the third one. We watched the first video for two months.  She loves watching them; we sing the songs and dance.  It really is just a fun time and the best part is that my two year old is learning so much.  I use flash cards with her, and I’m just so amazed by the progress I have seen in such a short time.  Many people may say I am not letting her be a kid and have fun, but the truth is she loves “Your baby can read”.  She will even ask for me to do flash cards with her.  I found that after watching “Your baby can read” in the mornings, she is eager to learn throughout the day.  We will be outside taking a walk and she will ask what things are and want me to show her the words.  I truly believe it has helped her memory and ability to pick up on things that most children may miss.  I am one hundred percent satisfied with this program and want to recommend it to ALL who have kids.  If my mother would have had this when I was young, I honestly believe I would not have had as many problems reading in school as I did.   I feel confident that my daughter is learning more everyday because of this wonderful program.  If you are not sure about it, then please go check it out for yourself.  I know you will be amazed when you see your child start to read for the first time.  You may be able to find this at your local library.  If you like it (and I know you will) then you can buy the program online at http://www.yourbabycanread.com/&lt;br /&gt;I have not been paid to write this blog, and I am not getting any recognition from “Your baby can read”.  These are my true feelings on this program.  I believe it is too amazing to not let everyone know about it. My daughter is all the proof I need to know just how wonderful this program truly is.   Go check it out for yourself. You have nothing to lose and a world of knowledge to gain for your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://affiliates.izea.com/event/v2/30073-3231-3897" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://affiliates.izea.com/event/v2/30073-3231-3897.gif" alt="image 7" title="image 7" border="0" height="90" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-4935624341684371983?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/4935624341684371983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=4935624341684371983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/4935624341684371983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/4935624341684371983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-baby-can-read.html' title='Your Baby can read'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-2127981877265938373</id><published>2009-07-08T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:50:15.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pot belly pig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reptiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veterinary Technician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar gliders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinchilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Animals have played a big role in my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SliPnu-HjFI/AAAAAAAAABg/He4XAW6r7r4/s1600-h/Camping+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SliPnu-HjFI/AAAAAAAAABg/He4XAW6r7r4/s320/Camping+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357189669543447634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Animals have played such a big role in my life. Ever since I was a child, I have been around animals. I was raised on a small farm, with chickens, goats, dogs, cats, rabbits, hamsters, gerbils, mice, guinea pigs, an iguana and a pot belly pig. Being an only child, my pets were my best friends. I had a chicken named "Little chirp" he was like a puppy dog. He would let me hold him like a baby and rock him, it was the cutest thing. I loved that chicken. Later on, I got some sugar gliders. I named them Tinkerbell &amp;amp; Peter. Tinkerbell was so sweet &amp;amp; she really helped me deal with losing my father that year. Sugar gliders are very high maintenance. They need fresh fruits and veggies everyday and they have sent glands that smell like a ferret, so I had to clean the cage frequently. After going to college to be a Veterinary Technician, I was not able to spend as much time with them so I had to find my babies a new home. I am happy to report that Peter is now a proud poppa. Having animals in my life seems so normal and my apartment felt empty without any animals to share it with, so I got a rag doll kitten. I named him Skye because he has the most beautiful sky blue eyes. Very soon after, I got a chinchilla who I named Amaya. Amaya was all black and I have to say was the cutest pet I’ve ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;While I was in college I met my husband at an animal park wresting an alligator. I’ll tell you more about how we met in another blog. After dating for a year and a half we got married in the very place we met. He was allergic to cats so I had to give my Skye to my mom. He is a fat and happy cat now and my mom loves him so much. Not long after we found out we were expecting a baby.  As a Christmas gift we were given a puppy. We named her Jovie and she is the best doggy ever.  She Is a mixed terrier.  My husband does dog training and so our doggy is very well behaved.  Amaya did not like Jovie very much and anytime the puppy would go by her cage, she would grab her poop &amp;amp; bedding then throw it at Jovie. It was so funny to watch but with a new baby on the way we decided Amaya would have to go. I was so sad but I knew it was the best thing. I then got a dumbo rat. I named her Pooka and she was so sweet. She would sit on my shoulder and give me kisses. I could not believe how smart she was. I was surprised to see how fun a pet rat could be. It only took me a few days to potty train her in a litter box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  Rats are very easy to take care of and very loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; However after a few months we found out my Husband was also allergic to rats, so I had to give her away as well.  Mean while my husband had his own collection of pets. A bearded dragon named Sparky, a tarantula named Harry, 2 ball pythons Stitch &amp;amp; Bob, a milk snake, albino rat snake named Zero, a horned toad lizard named Jack, a sulcata tortoise, fish, 3 leopard geckos named Leo, Sassy and Meme, hermit crabs, and not to mention a baby gator once in a while, when he had to do a night event. Don’t worry, after our daughter was born we gave away a lot of our reptiles and now all we have is our dog Jovie &amp;amp; a few fish tanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have always had a love for animals, no matter what the species, and they have had a great deal to do with my life. If I would have never gone to college to be a Vet Tech then, I may have never met my husband and had our beautiful daughter.&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to properly care for your pets, they can bring you so much joy &amp;amp; help you live a more rewarding life. Caring for a pets is a wonderful feeling, and I love being surrounded by them. Maybe it’s because I’m a country girl &amp;amp; love nature but, that’s just how I feel about it. I would absolutely love to one day have a wildlife reserve and be able to rehabilitate animals. I would be an animal rescuer &amp;amp; would love every minute of it. Animals have played such a big part in my life, from a child to an adult and they are still a part of my life even now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" onclick="show_direct_form(117422,'http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/', 'badge_1_beige')" src="http://tinyurl.com/2wbbgq" alt="Hire Me Direct" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-2127981877265938373?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/2127981877265938373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=2127981877265938373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2127981877265938373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/2127981877265938373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/07/animals-have-played-big-role-in-my-life.html' title='Animals have played a big role in my life!'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/SliPnu-HjFI/AAAAAAAAABg/He4XAW6r7r4/s72-c/Camping+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137904422300677174.post-8959572912331589296</id><published>2009-07-06T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:53:10.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>We have Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the world keeps spinning &amp;amp; I look at my life I see so much love surrounding me from my friends and family &amp;amp; I am so happy. Yet the world is falling apart all around us. The rich are now poor &amp;amp; most of us have nothing to give anymore. I know it's hard to find love in a world so full of hate but I am praying that we all find peace. I recently had someone try to start a war between me and a good friend just so they could cause drama &amp;amp; i look around &amp;amp; wonder why it is so important to some people to cause problems where there is none? Don't we have enough to worry about in these times? I thank God for all he has given me, we have a roof over our heads, food on the table &amp;amp; I am able to stay home &amp;amp; be with my baby girl. We don't have a lot but we have Love. So many people have lost their jobs, their homes &amp;amp; have no where to turn. It makes me want to cry to think of all those people. I know God is watching over us all but he must be wondering when people are going to open the door and let him come in. It seems like hope gets further away but maybe we all should be praying. This is the year that so many hands are empty, where charity can not even come to our rescue. So many people getting robbed, getting beaten, getting raped right in their own home. Just because of hate. Why spread more? Can't we all just stand together &amp;amp; believe that we can all help each other instead of hurt one another? We are all broken but we have each other so don't spread more hate. Blessings will come if you believe they will. Something has to change! Not only a new president but new life to those around us. Be thankful you have what you do. Love one another &amp;amp; hold on to your family. I am hurt that some people feel it's more important to spread lies &amp;amp; filth about people who are not even around them. We are all hungry for peace so instead of pain &amp;amp; anger lets turn around &amp;amp; see that we are all equal. Peace Love &amp;amp; Happiness. The Hippies had it right &amp;amp; I wish we could all live as care free &amp;amp; love one another as they did back in the 60's. Has so much changed that people don't care about one another anymore? I guess so! Does God even have any children to come back for? I am going to keep praying because I know there is good out there, somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137904422300677174-8959572912331589296?l=sheenadiane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/feeds/8959572912331589296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137904422300677174&amp;postID=8959572912331589296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8959572912331589296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137904422300677174/posts/default/8959572912331589296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenadiane.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-have-love.html' title='We have Love!'/><author><name>SheenaDiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858591010593642530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9BxIUJXvYo/TSFE6khlU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5vOAYLpTmWM/S220/034%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
