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term='GG'/><category term='preptastic'/><title type='text'>Sassy and the boys</title><subtitle type='html'>Keeping the sass alive in a house full of boys!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4113762292855133212</id><published>2009-07-27T22:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:00:00.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><title type='text'>Take Five</title><content type='html'>The top 5 reasons I haven't blogged in weeks, but totally should have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurt... Over the weekend of the 4th I hurt my foot and ankle in a golf cart accident. And nope, I wasn't even on a golf course. Who knew golf carts went fast enough to hurt anyone? I've been on crutches and then in a uber sexy astronaut boot. Chasing a 3 year old while on crutches is no joke. Thanks a million to my sweet hubs, wonderful fam &amp;amp; awesome friends for waiting on me hand and foot. I'm so glad to be back on both feet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Moving On Up... I got a promotion at work. Said promotion is taking every ounce of brain power I have, however I'm feeling much more challenged and fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been celebrating... My sister, Molly, got into nursing school at Alabama. She is going to make a rockin nurse. I'm sure she'll end up taking care of my clumsy self. My sister, Rebecca, is getting ready to head to Ole Miss where she will be majoring in Forensic Chemistry. Seriously. I'm one proud big sister!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 3 year old... What happened to the terrible twos? Three is so much worse. Keeping up with Little Red these days is no joke! He gets funnier and rowdier by the day. Never a dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy packing...Thursday I'm headed to the beach for a girls weekend with my besties. The sand and sun is calling my name. I'm beyond excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4113762292855133212?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4113762292855133212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4113762292855133212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4113762292855133212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4113762292855133212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-five.html' title='Take Five'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8739455415309897185</id><published>2009-07-10T11:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:59:15.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Kiss Me Through The Phone</title><content type='html'>I just got a phone call from Little Red. Warmed my heart and cracked me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;LR: Hey, mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, buddy. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;LR: Wuv you. How's you boo boo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's much better. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;LR: Good. I'm at GiGi's&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fun! Are you being good?&lt;br /&gt;LR: I'm being good and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he is honest. Poor GiGi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8739455415309897185?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8739455415309897185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8739455415309897185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8739455415309897185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8739455415309897185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiss-me-through-phone.html' title='Kiss Me Through The Phone'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7798459311169215035</id><published>2009-07-09T10:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:48:36.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bath time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Pain In The Foot</title><content type='html'>So, everything takes about triple the energy when you are on crutches and in pain. Therefore, I am exhausted and just trying to make it through another day. As soon as I get off work, I plan to pick up take-out and head home to veg out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will eat in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will take the recommended amount of pain medication.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will read an entire book cover to cover.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will prop my leg up and never lift a finger (or toe).&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won't feel bad that Little Red is at GiGi &amp;amp; B-Bops indefinitely, especially since he is having such good clean fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356493043882719842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SlYWCyJ6-mI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cZ6Xfdx4WWY/s200/bath2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7798459311169215035?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7798459311169215035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7798459311169215035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7798459311169215035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7798459311169215035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/pain-in-foot.html' title='Pain In The Foot'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SlYWCyJ6-mI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cZ6Xfdx4WWY/s72-c/bath2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-6959992672163871888</id><published>2009-07-08T14:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:34:58.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Anything But Independence Day</title><content type='html'>We spent the weekend in the country with Mr. Sass' family. We arrived late Thursday night, slept in on Friday morning and then headed to the pool. We had big plans to cook out with the fam Friday night and then head to the lake Saturday for fun on the boat and fireworks. All those plans came to a screeching halt, literally, when I flew off the family golf cart. I don't remember exactly what happened, but one minute I had Little Red in my lap and the next we were flying through the air. All I could think about was making sure LR didn't hit the ground. Thank the Lord, there wasn't a scratch on him. I was not so lucky. My left leg &amp;amp; foot are all scraped up. Can you say road rash? My knee is bruised and my ankle is totally messed up. I have been to 3 different doctors in the past 4 days. I am now on crutches and antibiotics to prevent infection. I am also in pain, alot of pain. I will go back to the orthopedist in 10 days to assess the ankle situation. Did I mention I am in pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This is so not how I wanted to spend my summer. I have a girls beach trip coming up in a few weeks plus lots of other fun things planned. Now, I am a whiny, helpless, clumsy mess on crutches. I've always been Miss Independent and now I'm having to ask people for help. I hate it. I'll spare you the grossness of the pictures. They are not for the faint of heart. Every time I look at my leg I throw up in my mouth a little. Cleaning the wounds is just plain nasty and quite painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents &amp;amp; sisters have been at the beach all week. They are on the way home as I type this. I still can't figure out why they didn't come back as soon as I got injured. I'm totally kidding. Sort of. LR will be visiting them for a few days. Chasing after a 3 year old while on crutches is not easy. Heck, I can't even keep up with him when I'm 100%. Plus, the toys scattered all over my house are hazardous to my health (and sanity). Sorry 'bout the pity party, y'all. I'm gonna stay away til I have happy things to post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-6959992672163871888?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6959992672163871888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=6959992672163871888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6959992672163871888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6959992672163871888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/anything-but-independence-day.html' title='Anything But Independence Day'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-6282163413340377128</id><published>2009-07-01T16:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:16:34.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got this in an e-mail I am still cracking up over some of these. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PARENT LEFT BEHIND....&lt;br /&gt;I promise you cannot read these and not laugh out loud. These are real notes written by parents in the Memphis school district. Spellings have been left intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My son is under a doctor's care and should not take PE today. Please execute him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Please exkuce lisa for being absent she was sick and i had her shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dear school: please ecsc's john being absent on jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32 and also 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Please excuse gloria from jim today. She is administrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Please excuse roland from p.e for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He was hurt in the growing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Please excuse ray friday from school. He has very loose vowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Please excuse Lesli from being absent yesterday. She had diahre dyrea direathe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Please excuse tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea, and his boots leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Please excuse jimmy for being. It was his father's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because i don't know what size she wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Please excuse jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it monday. We thought it was sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sally won't be in school a week from friday. We have to attend her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My daughter was absent yesterday because she was tired. She spent a weekend with the marines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Please excuse mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.. Please excuse brenda. She has been sick and under the doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Maryann was absent december 11-16, because she had a fever, sorethroat, headache and upset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever an sore throat, her brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I wasn't the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know why parents are screaming for better education for our kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-6282163413340377128?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6282163413340377128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=6282163413340377128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6282163413340377128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6282163413340377128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, Excuses'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3320408116973628603</id><published>2009-06-30T11:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:04:47.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you think you know but you have no idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tag, You're It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Things You May Or May Not Know About Sassy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Coco tagged me and seeing as how I'm struggling for material I'll gladly play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I come from a family of girls. I have 2 beautiful and amazing little sisters. I have no clue what to do with a smelly little boy, but I'm figuring it out one day at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I sell trailers for a living and I love it. No, not the kind you live in. The kind you haul stuff in or on. Not so glamorous, but interesting and often entertaining. Nothing like being a woman in a man's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I LOVE all things adventurous. I love jeep riding, wake boarding, roller coasters, white water rafting and anything else that gets the adrenaline pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was a wee little one my mom put me in dance lessons. My teacher IMMEDIATELY recommended gymnastics. She didn't so much love the fact that I was flipping all over the place during ballet class. My dance career was pretty short lived, but I was a gymnast through high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I read super fast. Seriously, I read all of the Twilight books in 4 days. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love all things beachy. I want to live at the beach. I'd move tomorrow if I could. There is something about it that soothes my soul and puts my mind at ease. I'll drop everything in a second when given the opportunity for a getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love hoteling it with a passion. Give me maid &amp;amp; room service and I'm in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Seeing things through Little Red's eyes is my new passion. I love the enjoyment he has over simple things. Holidays are even better because he gets so excited. Everything is just so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My fortune from lunch yesterday was "Tomorrow will be lucky and memorable for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Today I lost my debit card. After a minor freak out I called Wal-Mart, where I used it last. Sure 'nuff some fantastically wonderful person turned it in. Not so much what I was imagining when I open the cookie at lunch yesterday, but pretty dang lucky and memorable I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aprilbaker23.blogspot.com/"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesoladayfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hoemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msprimadonna67.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Primadonna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://todayatthepattersons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funwiththebaker5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3320408116973628603?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3320408116973628603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3320408116973628603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3320408116973628603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3320408116973628603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag, You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1033432108855264378</id><published>2009-06-23T13:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:39:19.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty pains'/><title type='text'>For Pee's Sake</title><content type='html'>I'm going crazy here. Little Red is as wishy washy about potty training as I am about shoes. Let's get one thing straight, he does his poopin in the potty. Thank the lord! It's the tinkling he can't seem to fully commit to. Seriously, he knows he is supposed to go in the potty and for days in a row he will fully oblige to my potty demands. As soon as I think we have it aced, he reverts back to pure laziness. He'd rather sit in his soggy wet underwear and continue playing or watching a movie. Grossness! Doesn't phase him one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every other aspect he aspires to be a big boy, yet he couldn't care less about wearing big boy underwear. Heaven help me if I try to help him wash his hair, get in the tub or fix his juice. He'll not have it cuz he is a bog boy, but call him a baby for pottying in a pull up and he just laughs. I've tried candy, reward charts, new undies that he picked out, games and everything else I can think of. He's just not giving in. Everyone says boys take longer than girls and that he won't go to kindergarten in pull ups. He knows better and just doesn't seem to care. Kill me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1033432108855264378?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1033432108855264378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1033432108855264378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1033432108855264378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1033432108855264378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-pees-sake.html' title='For Pee&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4609096423485145340</id><published>2009-06-23T08:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:52:48.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Hush Yo Mouth!</title><content type='html'>Bed time has been quite challenging at the Sass house lately. Little Red finds a bazillion reasons to get out of bed and fights his sleep like crazy. Last night he wanted Mr. Sass, who was already asleep. The convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: Mommy, I just want my daddy to sweep with me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No buddy, daddy is asleep. If you wake him up it will be big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;LR: Don't say no. Dat is a bad word and daddy don't have a bad word in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhhhhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;LR: Besides, I just wanna love on my daddy. He likes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding, kiddo. Where did my baby go? Where did this big boy with the ability to reason and justify and manipulate come from? What have I gotten myself into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4609096423485145340?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4609096423485145340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4609096423485145340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4609096423485145340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4609096423485145340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/hush-yo-mouth.html' title='Hush Yo Mouth!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-6390189098809177655</id><published>2009-06-22T09:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:04:30.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake daze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers day'/><title type='text'>Not So Bloggeriffic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am such a major slacker. I have been neglecting this blog hard core lately. Not sure why...Maybe it's the amount of work that keeps getting pushed my way at the office. Maybe its the wild as heck 3 year old that demands all my time and attention. Maybe its the summer heat frying what is left of my brain cells. I'm gonna go with all of the above. I feel slightly bad about it, but not bad enough to make an promises about how often I'm gonna post over the next couple of months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a fantastic Father's Day weekend. I ate way too much and had a blast at the lake. The whole fam went to see Up in 3D last night. It was super cute and Little Red was glued to the movie from start to finish. Check out some of our fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR double fisting his suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165742157145042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sj-bZWa9o9I/AAAAAAAAAsM/EAq3oip2sRQ/s200/100_2757.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cuteness!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165755461218450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sj-baH-5sJI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PUnkb5TOm9o/s200/ramsey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165751599131026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sj-bZ5mG6ZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xKECoV-3cHg/s200/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165762327372146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sj-bahj64XI/AAAAAAAAAsk/OvSKlAGE4y0/s200/100_2771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our sunset view!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165773736231602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sj-bbMEAQrI/AAAAAAAAAss/IXih7ZzLCq0/s200/100_2773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-6390189098809177655?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6390189098809177655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=6390189098809177655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6390189098809177655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6390189098809177655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-so-bloggeriffic.html' title='Not So Bloggeriffic!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sj-bZWa9o9I/AAAAAAAAAsM/EAq3oip2sRQ/s72-c/100_2757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1227564047805763594</id><published>2009-06-09T16:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:41:57.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>You Would Cry Too</title><content type='html'>Watching a movie with Little Red is tons of fun (please note sarcastic tone). His commentary is priceless. He has comments and questions a plenty. You can almost see the wheels turning. For the most part his constant interrupting annoys the bajeezus out of me (especially when it is a movie I haven't seen a gazillion times). Sometimes his banter is quite cute, though. Each and every time someone cries on the TV it really gets to him. With a pitiful look on his face he says, "Him cwying. Him lost his famawee." Doesn't matter what has actually caused the tears. The tone of voice and his quivering bottom lip gets me right in the heart. It is so cute and so sad all at the same time. He is quite the sensitive lil guy (sometimes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1227564047805763594?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1227564047805763594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1227564047805763594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1227564047805763594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1227564047805763594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-would-cry-too.html' title='You Would Cry Too'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-6914744445691477517</id><published>2009-06-08T09:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:59:43.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>A 3-year-old boy examined his privates while taking a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mum', he asked, 'Are these my brains?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not yet,' she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend was fab. Our basement is now organized and usable and our yard is looking great. Yay for Mr. Sass! I managed to tackle some major laundry and we even fit in some pool time and a couple of naps. I realized that I have not been doing well capturing pictures of our fun. I promise I will do better in the future. It seems I never even think about taking pic until the Kodak moment has passed. Maybe I need to hire someone to follow us around and document our shenanigans. On second thought that might not be such a great idea...I'll just try to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wondermous week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-6914744445691477517?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6914744445691477517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=6914744445691477517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6914744445691477517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6914744445691477517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just Another Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4277876703545390964</id><published>2009-06-04T10:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:16:00.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make a difference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serioulsy'/><title type='text'>Be My Bra</title><content type='html'>It's time to put an end to drive-through mastectomies, ladies. I find this whole topic utterly appalling and offensive. As if losing your boobs isn't torture enough, women are sent home hours after intensive surgery scared and in major pain (with drainage tubes prone to infection) because insurance won't pay for adequate care. It is so absurd that our medical decisions are being made by pencil pushing insurance goobs and not by our highly educated doctors. Luckily some of our congressional peeps are trying to do something about this. I should have known that ta-tas would be the thing that brought democrats &amp;amp; republicans together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bipartisan Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act Needs Your Support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylifetime.com/my-lifetime-commitment/breast-cancer/petition/breast-cancer-petition"&gt;Click Here to sign the petition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes 30 seconds...Do this for you, me and every other lady out there. If you have a minute, read some of the horror stories told by women who have experienced this horrible surgery. If you aren't totally ticked you have serious issues. You might even vomit in your mouth a bit. Don't say I didn't warn you... Go ahead and get angry and then get into action. Let's put a stop to drive-through mastectomies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4277876703545390964?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4277876703545390964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4277876703545390964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4277876703545390964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4277876703545390964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-my-bra.html' title='Be My Bra'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4885121019890757712</id><published>2009-06-03T15:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:20:19.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><title type='text'>TGFG, Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;oodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;randparents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I was going to lose it, in swoops GiGi to the rescue! She is saving me or the kids (depending on how you look at it). Little Red gets tomorrow off from daycare, Miss Sassypants gets to do something fun and I get to keep my sanity. Triple yay! I am meeting her for drop off tonight. Then, I have a hot date with Mr. Sass at a yummy sushi place. Adult conversation and adult beverages are just what I need. I'll be good as new when they get home tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4885121019890757712?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4885121019890757712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4885121019890757712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4885121019890757712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4885121019890757712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/tgfg-yall.html' title='TGFG, Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2703437301953630825</id><published>2009-06-02T09:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:01:08.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my resignation'/><title type='text'>I Wanna Get Away</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days when you just wanted to run away? That was me yesterday. Everywhere I turned there were disgruntled customers and messes to clean up. No, I am not talking about at work. Sassy &amp;amp; Co. was in full blown drive mama crazy mode. In just 2 hours I was ready to turn in my 2 weeks notice. Who am I kidding? I was ready to turn in my 2 hours notice. It seemed as soon as I made one customer happy, another customer had issues. Each mess I cleaned up was followed by a bigger mess. Little Red dumped the toy basket in the living room at least 10 times. Miss Sassypants was just so daggum bored. But apparently not bored enough to feed the dogs, fold her laundry or lift a finger in general. Mr. Sass had a hard day and his legs, back, arms, feet and hair (ha!) were hurting. He complains more than any girl I know. Never mind the fact that I had zero sleep the night before, am cramping like a football player in the 4th quarter and had an exceedingly challenging day at work. My brain and body hurts, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can guarantee you customer service will be closed tonight. I'm fresh outta compassion. Heck, I might not even go home. Think they'll miss me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2703437301953630825?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2703437301953630825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2703437301953630825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2703437301953630825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2703437301953630825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-get-away.html' title='I Wanna Get Away'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-559786406165104017</id><published>2009-06-01T08:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:57:42.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Ya Go Awwwwwww!</title><content type='html'>So, we had a perfectly sassy yard sale this weekend. Not something I can usually convince the mister to go for, but his truck is in the shop and some extra funds will really help with the service bill that increases daily. Ick! We made about $200 in less than 2 hours. SCORE! Little Red and Miss Sassypants even enjoyed themselves. However, I did have to distract LR each time someone purchased one of his toys. He was just slightly possessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite moment was when a lil ole white haired lady pulled up. LR saw her, then immediately handed me his juice cup and ran over to hug her right around her knees. He almost knocked the poor woman down! She was slightly surprised, but a smile quickly spread across her lips. The entire time she shopped, he followed her around looking at me and Mr. Sass proclaiming, "Dat's mine!" and "My Grand Pete!" Grand Pete was my mom's mom that passed away about a year ago. Sweetest. lady. ever. I am so glad I was wearing sunglasses because there I was boo-hooing in the midst of my yard sale and I'm not really much of a crier. Sweetest. moment. ever. I am so thankful that we have done such a great job of keeping both of my grandmothers' memories alive. I really didn't think LR would remember them since he was so young when they passed, but he often asks for his Grand Pete and his Memi. Kids are just so stinkin amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-559786406165104017?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/559786406165104017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=559786406165104017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/559786406165104017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/559786406165104017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-that-make-ya-go-awwwwwww.html' title='Things That Make Ya Go Awwwwwww!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1022288092217697513</id><published>2009-05-29T13:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:34:23.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san juan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhh! My vacay was beyond fabulous. Tons of relaxing and lots of family time made for a fantastic week. The weather was so-so and I am sad to report that I didn't come back with an awesome tan. On the flip side, Little Red didn't come back burned to a crisp. He loved every minute from packing his coota-case (suitcase) to the ariporch (airport) to the whales(waves) to the sunscream (sunscreen) to being with his favewit (favorite) aunts. He wallered in the sand, swam like a fish and napped like a champ. This mama was a happy camper.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341319591693599554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SiAt3n67Q0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/_SNUhCScIx8/s200/4408_1221286604705_1005120556_31337613_1086512_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341318776430782690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SiAtIK1H6OI/AAAAAAAAArk/GnNXp3-boUs/s200/4408_1221285684682_1005120556_31337591_7078280_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341318796645666066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SiAtJWIujRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/uSrXBsC3xyo/s200/4408_1221285484677_1005120556_31337586_5838108_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341318766791709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SiAtHm6_UuI/AAAAAAAAArc/hufNMtdtitU/s200/n1005120556_31337621_3756674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341318790383661090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SiAtI-zv8CI/AAAAAAAAArs/_F_BAI3xINo/s200/4408_1221285284672_1005120556_31337581_3455265_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am back to reality and a mountainous pile of stuff on my desk. Lovely. Good thing the weekend is upon us. I am easing back into this, folks. Mr. Sass's daughter is here to visit for a few weeks, so we'll be enjoying plenty of girl time together. Life is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1022288092217697513?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1022288092217697513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1022288092217697513' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1022288092217697513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1022288092217697513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SiAt3n67Q0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/_SNUhCScIx8/s72-c/4408_1221286604705_1005120556_31337613_1086512_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-659374972635070438</id><published>2009-05-20T09:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:30:54.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='becca'/><title type='text'>Sister Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ShQ4cWzg9NI/AAAAAAAAArU/CzvCjNoAD-A/s1600-h/n1005120607_31210069_2534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337953518150022354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ShQ4cWzg9NI/AAAAAAAAArU/CzvCjNoAD-A/s200/n1005120607_31210069_2534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby sister, Becca, is graduating today. Tear. I feel old, proud, happy and sad all at the same time, but I'll save the major mush for her birthday! I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; proud of her. She will be heading to Ole Miss for college in the fall where she will major in forensic chemistry. For real. Anything to do with chemistry gives me a panic attack, but she will rock it. She is smart and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and will no doubt be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; at whatever she decides to do. Plus, I get to go on one heck of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; to help her celebrate. I'm sure there will be tons of pictures. I might even do some blogging while I'm there. We'll just have to see if I'm able to tear myself away from the sun &amp;amp; sand long enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-659374972635070438?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/659374972635070438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=659374972635070438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/659374972635070438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/659374972635070438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/sister-sister.html' title='Sister Sister'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ShQ4cWzg9NI/AAAAAAAAArU/CzvCjNoAD-A/s72-c/n1005120607_31210069_2534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4903302327714543813</id><published>2009-05-18T15:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:06:58.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san juan'/><title type='text'>Vacation Clarification</title><content type='html'>Don't be too impressed with me for taking Little Red to Puerto Rico. All my babysitters are going with us! This trip is my youngest sister's graduation trip. You know, while all the other graduates are partying hard in Panama City or Cancun, our fam will be chillin in San Juan. We went on a cruise for my graduation a few (cough) years ago. Unfortunately, Mr. Sass won't be making the trip. He has to work. Bummer, I know. We will miss him (maybe), but we won't let his absence get us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be the view from my oh so comfy bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337268272552172242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ShHJN0BvWtI/AAAAAAAAArM/pfDPDJnHNcs/s200/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the swim up bar I will visit while I'm catching rays.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337268270496224002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ShHJNsXkEwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/dpBws6BDRS0/s200/bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is the beach I'll be chillaxin to the max on while cabana boys serve me drinks with umbrellas and rub sunscreen on my back.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337268268446449746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ShHJNku3AFI/AAAAAAAAArE/T-GOQgK89XA/s200/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Rough life, I know. Coming back to reality will be a real buzz kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4903302327714543813?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4903302327714543813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4903302327714543813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4903302327714543813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4903302327714543813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation-clarification.html' title='Vacation Clarification'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ShHJN0BvWtI/AAAAAAAAArM/pfDPDJnHNcs/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8576954190827983787</id><published>2009-05-18T13:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:30:19.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Ramblings of Little Red</title><content type='html'>Last night we had Little Ceaser's pizza for dinner. Seriously, you can't beat a $5 meal with a stick. I got pepperoni even though I can't stand those lil buggers. I just take 'em off and give them to Mr. Sass or the dogs. No biggie. When Little Red saw his slice of pie, he immediately freaked out shrieking "I don't wike macaronis!" At first I was confused, then I realized he was talking about the pepperonis. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my sister Becca's graduation lunch at church yesterday. As soon as LR saw the balloons and decorations, he proclaimed "Dis is a party!" He ran around so full of himself looking cute as can be. He did not want to leave and repeatedly has asked to go back to church so he can party. He might be slightly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are headed to Puerto Rico on Friday. I am beyond excited. Little Red can't wait to get on the airplane. He wants to go RIGHT NOW. I totally understand where he is coming from. Patience isn't our best virtue, but we're working on it. So much laundry and packing to do and not enough time to do it all. Somehow, I'm sure we'll manage, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8576954190827983787?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8576954190827983787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8576954190827983787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8576954190827983787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8576954190827983787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/ramblings-of-little-red.html' title='Ramblings of Little Red'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3382833330026758680</id><published>2009-05-15T10:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:20:35.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party like its your birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molly'/><title type='text'>Good Golly, Miss Molly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sg2VQW7n_QI/AAAAAAAAAq0/d0GtCCxpGVc/s1600-h/n1005120556_31244329_2710753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336085241770016002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sg2VQW7n_QI/AAAAAAAAAq0/d0GtCCxpGVc/s200/n1005120556_31244329_2710753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is my sister Molly's 20th birthday. First and foremost, I want to apologize to her for getting married the day before her 16th birthday. Talk about stealing her thunder. It wasn't really planned that way, Mollz. It was just the only day the wedding planner and the beautiful beach house were both available. Hey, at least you got a beach trip outta the deal, right? Next, I want to wish her the bestest birthday ever (until next year of course). Let's face it 20 is a totally in between kinda year. You are no longer a teen, but you don't get the perks of being an adult yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336085241912768338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sg2VQXdqN1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/C524JgcCpdA/s200/n1005120556_30737984_5080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning- this could get slightly mushy, so I understand if you want to skip ahead!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Molly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are beautiful inside and out. You are so important to our family and God has blessed us with you. The day you came home from the hospital I never could have imagined the truly amazing woman that you have become. Ramsey loves you so much and it makes my heart so happy to know that you will always be such an important part of his life. I am so lucky to have you as my sister. I love every moment I get to spend with you and am looking forward to this summer so much. I am proud of everything you have accomplished and all the great decisions you have made. I am grateful for all the good times we have had and am beyond excited about what the future holds for you. Happy Birthday, precious sister. I love you so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love, Cassie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't say I didn't warn ya about the mush factor.Sentimental and mushy isn't really my bag of chips, but the occasion seemed to call for it. Plus, if you know Molly you totally understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083806494446946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sg2T80HQ1WI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vmNpst4fKO4/s200/2888_1209921320580_1005120556_31278858_3245548_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireman &amp;amp; nurse...Perfect combo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083810212444866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sg2T9B9s-sI/AAAAAAAAAqM/XT7q4g6Ue94/s200/2888_1209921800592_1005120556_31278870_4076772_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LR loves his Aunt Ma-wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083811290874226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sg2T9F-0gXI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9b75IFKsev4/s200/n1005120556_31152575_1883.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just as much a prepneck as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083817104873122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sg2T9bo_FqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_ePYyCKMs4E/s200/n1279930585_272880_7052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083812149516786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sg2T9JLiWfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HYQU29F9YjM/s200/n1005121020_30737917_1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIG LIL SIS!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3382833330026758680?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3382833330026758680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3382833330026758680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3382833330026758680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3382833330026758680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-golly-miss-molly.html' title='Good Golly, Miss Molly'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sg2VQW7n_QI/AAAAAAAAAq0/d0GtCCxpGVc/s72-c/n1005120556_31244329_2710753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5621815969898363497</id><published>2009-05-14T11:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:12:31.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one of those days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Psh.....It Happens!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of those days. It was so bad that it almost became humorous. My boss was in a horrible mood, which made work no fun a'tall. Everything that could go wrong did. Then, on my way home from work I stopped at the ever so classy Dollar General, where I was falsely and rudely accused of stealing a diet coke by a hussy with a bad attitude. Shut the front door! I proceeded to make a huge mess trying to prepare dinner resulting in multiple broken dishes. As if that wasn't enough, Little Red slipped in the bathtub and gashed his chin open. In true LR fashion, my kiddo was way tougher than his mama. I proceeded to have a glass (or several) of el cheapo wine. Don't you judge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is much better, thanks. Mr. Sass and I are celebrating 4 years of wedded bliss. In some ways I can't believe how quickly the time has passed and in other ways it seems like we've been married foreva. I am super lucky to have such a wonderful friend and hubs. Here's to many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our first dance as Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Sass. I swear I have a dress on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jus't don't have any other wedding pics on this computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335727327129052562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgxPu-_fJZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/RWTFAOX4Sl0/s200/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be eating out tonight, so I won't be a hazard in the kitchen. I will NOT (ever) got to Dollar General. LR will not be bathing and the boss man is out of the office today. Things are totally looking up. Who cares if my kid is the smelly kid or that I have to pay $5 for an anniversary card? My sanity is a tad more important (today).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5621815969898363497?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5621815969898363497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5621815969898363497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5621815969898363497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5621815969898363497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/pshit-happens.html' title='Psh.....It Happens!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgxPu-_fJZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/RWTFAOX4Sl0/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-6890079007227615122</id><published>2009-05-12T09:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:33:32.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Save The Drama For Your Mama</title><content type='html'>Little Red has a flair for the dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I wouldn't give him candy til he finished his dinner. He looked into my eyes with the most pathetic look on his face and said, "Mommy, you dust bwoke my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, where does he come up with this stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-6890079007227615122?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6890079007227615122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=6890079007227615122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6890079007227615122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6890079007227615122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/save-drama-for-your-mama.html' title='Save The Drama For Your Mama'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8299434543144442238</id><published>2009-05-11T15:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:33:54.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party like its your birthday'/><title type='text'>Blast Off!</title><content type='html'>The weekend was very busy and totally successful. We partied it up at The Space &amp;amp; Rocket Center for Little Red's Birthday and Bush's Graduation. LR was in heaven checking out the rockets and other space paraphernalia. He rode the rides, climbed the rock wall and had tons of fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to Bush &amp;amp; Keke! We are so stinkin' proud. They are now on a cruise ship headed for the Bahamas. I don't know anyone that deserves it more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684225111696770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgibCdKppYI/AAAAAAAAAos/D_APNeEMuSs/s200/4327_1062321720561_1301498616_30144215_5956438_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the shirt. It says "Actually I am a Rocket Scientist" Haha! I don't know what LR is doing in this photo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684225015149602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgibCczodCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HDiUZhHX1B4/s200/4327_1062323480605_1301498616_30144217_221241_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the cake! Holy cuteness, batman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684229247241938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgibCskpDtI/AAAAAAAAAo8/p_RKbVIkeGo/s200/PIC-0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the kid in the very middle, Yep, the little bitty one one with the red Crocs. That would be the fearless Little Red. He LOVED this ride. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684227963224018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgibCnygf9I/AAAAAAAAApE/IqxddD98d_g/s200/PIC-0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684231305879442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgibC0PdX5I/AAAAAAAAApM/3dknEcT9aD0/s200/PIC-0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LR climbing the rock wall. They tried to tell him he wasn't big enough, but he wasn't hearing it. He climbed higher than most of the big kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684556042664450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgibVt-vegI/AAAAAAAAAp0/EgvQGEP3W2A/s200/PIC-0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. Sass and LR checking out the moon exhibit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684545773206898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgibVHuT_XI/AAAAAAAAApU/d9H_UyDOLAk/s200/PIC-0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LR's favorite exhibit. This is the donation box. Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684548705511570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgibVSpbaJI/AAAAAAAAAps/L8YseGSArR4/s200/PIC-0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a lovely Mother's Day with my mom. I am so lucky to have her. Mama, you are the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8299434543144442238?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8299434543144442238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8299434543144442238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8299434543144442238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8299434543144442238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/blast-off.html' title='Blast Off!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SgibCdKppYI/AAAAAAAAAos/D_APNeEMuSs/s72-c/4327_1062321720561_1301498616_30144215_5956438_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4217771606335948636</id><published>2009-05-06T14:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:30:41.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>This May Get CrAzY!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my baby is almost 3. Sigh. Guess he's notsomuch a baby anymore. Friday is the big day. I have ordered firetruck cupcakes for him to take to school. He is gonna be stoked! We will be having a mini birthday party at the Space and Rocket Center in Huntsville on Saturday. For this I have ordered a rocket ship cake, of course. Our good friend Bush is graduating with his Aerospace Engineering degree on Saturday. Can you say rocket scientist? Since Little Red is into all things space and Bushy is sweet enough to share the limelight they will be having a joint party. I'm pretty sure Little Red will think it's all about him (which is ok by me). The month of May is just so crazy for us this year. Take a look at my calendar~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2- Jake &amp;amp; KT's wedding- DONE&lt;br /&gt;May 8- Little Red &amp;amp; BBop's Birthday &amp;amp; Lil Big Sis Rebecca's Prom&lt;br /&gt;May 9- Bush Graduation/ Little Red Bday Party, then Little Red &amp;amp; B-Bop Bday Dinner&lt;br /&gt;May 10- Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;May 14- My Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;May 15- Lil Big Sis Molly's 20th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;May 17- Lil Big Sis Rebecca's Graduation Luncheon&lt;br /&gt;May 20- Lil Big Sis Rebecca's High School Graduation&lt;br /&gt;May 21-27 Family Vacay to San Juan, Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in there I am supposed to squeeze working, blogging, cooking, cleaning, packing, etc. Yeah right! I admit that I am totally pumped about all the excitement going down this month and I'm so grateful that May of 2009 is so much happier than May of 2008, but I am also looking forward to the lazy daze of June. One thing is for sure, there will be no shortage of picture worthy events. Get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4217771606335948636?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4217771606335948636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4217771606335948636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4217771606335948636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4217771606335948636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-may-get-crazy.html' title='This May Get CrAzY!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4925193417219653323</id><published>2009-05-04T11:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:41:23.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Wedding Crashers</title><content type='html'>What a weekend! We partied it up in Auburn (ew!) for Jake and Katie's wedding (yay!). Everything was perfect. The mansion was straight out of a fairytale. The guests were fabulous. The food was delish. The flowers were beautiful and the bride was breath taking. I even got the honor of doing her makeup, which turned out beautifully. Duh! Who am I kidding? I was a nervous wreck. Seriously, she will look at these picture forever. No pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a long day, though. We spent 7 plus hours driving all over the state. We had to pit stop at Mr. Sass's parents to pick up Little Red and wait out some nasty weather. We didn't get home til way too late and I am struggling today, so just sit back and check out the wedding fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Katie put on her grandmother's jewelry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332012913853061938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sf8dfrQB2zI/AAAAAAAAAn0/wq79YYkyNU0/s200/cass.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The gorgeous bride. She was stunning...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332012919546817746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sf8dgAdhrNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/qDpFsTXGtOo/s200/kt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Getting my drank on at the reception...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332012915243966642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sf8dfwbpYLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sqlkUx1ijsM/s200/caswes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keke and me cheezing (as always)...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332012915364517826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sf8dfw4Y18I/AAAAAAAAAn8/wlvLofjal50/s200/casskeke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance Party USA. I was slightly concerned (hopeful) that someone might fall in the pool. No such luck...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332013111114495394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sf8drKG0daI/AAAAAAAAAok/kGmoPEP0qGg/s200/pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The beautiful fountain outside the mansion. The place was incredible.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332013105877873458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sf8dq2mT8zI/AAAAAAAAAoc/s1J151Xx9pU/s200/fountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The send off...Jake and Katie are now at an ecolodge in Costa Rica. Just chillin in the rain forest getting their honeymoon on. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332012922362948562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sf8dgK88a9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/QxKj-SG1uyE/s200/leaving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4925193417219653323?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4925193417219653323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4925193417219653323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4925193417219653323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4925193417219653323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-crashers.html' title='Wedding Crashers'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sf8dfrQB2zI/AAAAAAAAAn0/wq79YYkyNU0/s72-c/cass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3189216146051075075</id><published>2009-04-30T13:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:27:35.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>So Stinkin' Sad And Happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Red has a new favorite saying. When he gets in trouble or does something wrong or if he doesn't like what I have to say, he says "Mommy, dat is jest so sad" while sporting the most pitiful face ever. It was pretty funny the first few times, but now it is getting old. You know he's mad for real when you get the "so sad" along with the "you're not my best fwiend anymore." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later today we are heading south. LR is going to Camp Nanu &amp;amp; Pop to fish and play in the country. I know he will have a blast. Mr. Sass and I are headed to enemy territory (aka Auburn) for a weekend wedding extravaganza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding is here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330895727988399042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sfsla5llW8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/YVkMkmCWWHo/s200/mansion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be wearing this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330895995326302578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sfslqdf6CXI/AAAAAAAAAnM/nEIcRpnowQQ/s200/dress2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and these are my dancin' shoes. Anyone wanna place bets on how long I'll be able to keep 'em on my tootsies...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330906073582636002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sfsu1F7di-I/AAAAAAAAAns/kMiTvPJ9AKs/s200/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who cares as long as I look cute, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3189216146051075075?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3189216146051075075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3189216146051075075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3189216146051075075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3189216146051075075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-stinkin-sad-and-happy.html' title='So Stinkin&apos; Sad And Happy...'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sfsla5llW8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/YVkMkmCWWHo/s72-c/mansion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-878334831650111571</id><published>2009-04-29T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:34:37.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and band-aids stuck on me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Best Friends Foreva!</title><content type='html'>Little Red now has a bestie! He has been mentioning Gabe, his friend from school very regularly. Yesterday he told me that Gabe is now his "best fwiend". Until yesterday I've always been his "best fweind" (most of the time). Tear. Guess he is outgrowing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were doctoring one of LR's (many) boo-boos. I put some medicine and a Transformer band aid on it and LR was all set. A few minutes later he came back and told me he needed the medicine to take to school. I'm certain my face showed a look of confusion because he promptly said, "I need it to fix Gabe's boo-boo on his knee. I can make it aw better." Be still my heart. Y'all, I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. My little tough boy totally has a soft side. Don't tell his daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-878334831650111571?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/878334831650111571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=878334831650111571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/878334831650111571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/878334831650111571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-friends-foreva.html' title='Best Friends Foreva!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2859641133076835148</id><published>2009-04-28T13:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:43:52.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t say i didnt warn ya'/><title type='text'>WARNING!</title><content type='html'>I got this email earlier and wanted yall to be aware. Between this and Swine Flu, I'm considering drastic measures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (CDC) Center for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically. This virus is called Weekly Overload Recreational Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT!!! This virus will wipe out your private life entirely.  If you should come into contact with WORK you should immediately leave the premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take two good friends to the nearest liquor store and purchase one or both of the antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system. Be a good citizen and notify others of this alert. If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2859641133076835148?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2859641133076835148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2859641133076835148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2859641133076835148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2859641133076835148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning.html' title='WARNING!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3866748064251728704</id><published>2009-04-28T11:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:07:04.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake daze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Just Add Water</title><content type='html'>Lake Daze have officially begun. We spent the day Saturday fishing and boating. Brooke &amp;amp; Scotty are in the process of building a fabulous house (I really should have taken pictures of its awesomeness). Here is the view from their bedroom. Rough life, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SfcydY09BBI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ezw2BDv8ti4/s1600-h/lake"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329784164478419986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SfcydY09BBI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ezw2BDv8ti4/s200/lake" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Red LOVED every minute of it. It's a miracle he didn't get snake bit or covered in poison ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329784162704571106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SfcydSOCOuI/AAAAAAAAAms/CJbk_nQYnhw/s200/ramsey" border="0" /&gt;LR took his first spin in a kayak and was actually pretty good at the whole paddling thing. I can't for the life of my figure out what is so fun about kayaking. I'm quite the adventurer, but have no desire to even go there. I mean you are STUCK in that tiny, silly looking boat all alone. There isn't even a place for a cooler. Craziness I tell ya, but Mr. Sass obsessed, so I'm thinking I need to up our life insurance policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SfcydMiamOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/EDIPwtQNqrM/s1600-h/kayak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329784161179441378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SfcydMiamOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/EDIPwtQNqrM/s200/kayak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this little ladies man is Blaine. He is Brooke and Scotty's one year old. He is ALL BOY just like LR. He is one tough cookie with the sweetest little (dirty) face. He musta fallen down a zillion times, but I never even heard him cry. He LOVED my camera and would have gladly posed all day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sfcyc3foi3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/whLHuda51w8/s1600-h/blaine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329784155530627954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sfcyc3foi3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/whLHuda51w8/s200/blaine" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin, Sara Kate, had a baby girl on Sunday and she is PRECIOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing Harper...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329781600613367218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SfcwIJr4_bI/AAAAAAAAAmE/rqLghiDT9yE/s200/harper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't wait to meet her in person. Just look at those sweet rosy cheeks. Mama and baby are doing perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3866748064251728704?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3866748064251728704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3866748064251728704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3866748064251728704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3866748064251728704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-add-water.html' title='Just Add Water'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SfcydY09BBI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ezw2BDv8ti4/s72-c/lake' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5507228544648744631</id><published>2009-04-24T11:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:33:06.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working for the man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molly'/><title type='text'>Workin On My Bizzness</title><content type='html'>I've been informed that I am slacking (Thanks, Molly). I sincerely apologize for my lack of blogging (Molly). I have been crazy busy this week. The boss man is at the beach livin it up and I am left here to handle the craziness. Can you believe the nerve? Longest. week. of. my. life. It's been madness, I tell ya. 5 o'clock can't get her soon enough. Happy hour on my deck is gonna be hardcore. As captain of this ship I authorized a lunchtime cookout. Yummers! I did not, however, authorize the the wearing of tube tops at work. Not a pretty sight on a lady that could be my grandmother. Put some clothes on, woman! I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Red and I are going fishing tomorrow. He is PUMPED to say the least. Ever since he caught his first little fishy from the dock on Easter, he has been chomping at the bits to go again. I'm having a hard time believing his patience will be as good this time but we'll see. We pass 2 lakes going to and fro daycare and EVERY time he tells me he wants to "go fwishin in dat lake!" We are headed out on the boat, so I'm sure I'll be his "best fwiend." If you need me tomorrow, I'll be soaking up the rays at the lake with my little man and some great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be traveling for work at the beginning of next week, but I promise (Molly) that I'll be back Tuesday with some seriously blog worthy material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5507228544648744631?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5507228544648744631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5507228544648744631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5507228544648744631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5507228544648744631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/workin-on-my-bizzness.html' title='Workin On My Bizzness'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5686315852550848625</id><published>2009-04-22T08:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:26:09.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>Just Beachin'</title><content type='html'>I'm having a really hard time getting back into the groove. All I can think about is the beach and how badly I want to be back there. I'm done with work stress and 8 to 5s with no summer break. Give me a job in a little store on shore and I'll be one happy mama. Guess I should have bought a lottery ticket while I was in Florida. I just can't get my head in the game. Life is super hectic already and the month of May is gonna be no joke around here. From a wedding (and everything leading up to it) to multiple graduation celebrations, birthdays, vacation and anniversaries. My head is spinning as I try to process it all. In an effort to soothe my brain, lets just look at this for a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512975801238818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Se8g0zrqxSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/p5liHaGmo28/s200/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the view from the chair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; I happily planted my rear for 2 days straight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, this pic is now my computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;screen saver&lt;/span&gt;, phone background and has been burned into my brain, thank you. Can't ya just hear the waves crashing? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5686315852550848625?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5686315852550848625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5686315852550848625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5686315852550848625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5686315852550848625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-beachin.html' title='Just Beachin&apos;'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Se8g0zrqxSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/p5liHaGmo28/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2579906986955905273</id><published>2009-04-21T09:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:48:00.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Girls Rule!</title><content type='html'>The weekend was absolutely fabulous. The group of ladies was perfect- an amazing combination of smart and funny. My tummy hurts from laughing so hard. I got to catch up with old pals and make some great new friends. What can I say? We totally rocked Seagrove Beach. Coming home Sunday was not fun a'tall. I needed at least another week of vacation. At least. I didn't get many pictures. Sorry y'all, I was just too busy having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the bachelorette in all her garb. Congrats, KT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327151514630626962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Se3YE_4-HpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/U4LxRVFP1Xk/s200/KT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke and me cheezing it up at Bud &amp;amp; Alleys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327151512480122146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Se3YE34QBSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/YBLRYTsB8AE/s200/CASSANDKEKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our crew after a fab dinner of seafood alfredo (Thanks, Susie &amp;amp; KT) and before our beach house dance par-tay USA. That's how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327151864134395362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Se3YZV5KZeI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HceGbc7dGIk/s200/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other gals took tons of pictures, so I am sure I'll have more for you later and don't worry our next girls ONLY getaway is already in the works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2579906986955905273?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2579906986955905273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2579906986955905273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2579906986955905273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2579906986955905273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-rule.html' title='Girls Rule!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Se3YE_4-HpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/U4LxRVFP1Xk/s72-c/KT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8118994363496539790</id><published>2009-04-20T11:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:05:01.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So stinkin cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molly'/><title type='text'>I'm Ba-ack!</title><content type='html'>And busier than ever. Work is crazy and my head is spinning right 'round. I got work to do, bags to unpack and tons of laundry waiting on me. We had so much fun and my brain is still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; mode. I'll just leave you with cuteness from Ramsey's weekend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; and Molly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818838242407330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeypgrxMM6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ouaFE5McTBI/s200/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818839107926978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Seypgu_i-8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/NI13LE0MX34/s200/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818841106184386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Seypg2b9-MI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Y-jXwbWsj9I/s200/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8118994363496539790?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8118994363496539790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8118994363496539790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8118994363496539790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8118994363496539790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-ba-ack.html' title='I&apos;m Ba-ack!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeypgrxMM6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ouaFE5McTBI/s72-c/IMG_1354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-72214486401281405</id><published>2009-04-16T10:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:13:55.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>I'm Outie!</title><content type='html'>I am heading to the beach bright and early in the am for a weekend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; fun-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. Please note that the beach is the only thing that could get me up before 6 am on my day off. I am so looking forward to basking my buns in the sun while sipping on a fruity drink (or five) with my toes in the sand. I will come back renewed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt; and ready to take on the world. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-72214486401281405?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/72214486401281405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=72214486401281405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/72214486401281405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/72214486401281405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-outie.html' title='I&apos;m Outie!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5574802277142575685</id><published>2009-04-15T10:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:21:26.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muddin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>His Name Is Mud...</title><content type='html'>In true almost 3 year old boy fashion, Little Red went rolling in a rather large mud puddle at school yesterday. Seriously. His teacher said she couldn't tell who he was because he was totally covered from head to toe. That's my boy! He actually had to have a bath at daycare. I've never picked him up clean before. All the teachers thought it was hilarious and LR told me that the other kids laughed at him. Shocker, I know. He says he will NOT ever do it again. I'm having trouble believing him, though. The boy does love to make a mess. The condition of my house &amp;amp; truck prove it. Too bad they didn't get pictures. In his defense he says he was only "spwashing awound" when he accidentally fell in. He assured me that it was not on purpose. Our convo went like this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why in the world did you roll in a mud puddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: I not. I was spwashing all awound in the water and I fell in. It was an askident (accident) and it was scusting (disgusting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That just wasn't a good idea. You need to stay away from puddles when you are playing outside at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: I will never ever do dat again. I pwomise with aw my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I doubt this is my boy's last romp in the mud, especially considering how much his daddy loves to play in it. Who am I kidding? I've been known to get a little mud on my tires, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5574802277142575685?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5574802277142575685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5574802277142575685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5574802277142575685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5574802277142575685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/his-name-is-mud.html' title='His Name Is Mud...'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4504659856464062192</id><published>2009-04-15T09:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:01:47.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party like its your birthday'/><title type='text'>Smokin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keke took this fab picture at The Melting Pot during my Birthday Extravaganza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk about hot! This one is a framer fo sho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324932535622412306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeX17a6xqBI/AAAAAAAAAlA/q8f5R1skHvw/s200/hot!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4504659856464062192?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4504659856464062192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4504659856464062192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4504659856464062192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4504659856464062192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/smokin.html' title='Smokin&apos;'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeX17a6xqBI/AAAAAAAAAlA/q8f5R1skHvw/s72-c/hot!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4293019916247215790</id><published>2009-04-14T11:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:24:28.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake daze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Picture This</title><content type='html'>Power and Internet have been restored at work, so now you get to experience our Easter fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the basket full of goodies that was waiting for Little Red on Easter morn...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324588532018045698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS9DxoN4wI/AAAAAAAAAko/fYMa0avm4t0/s200/100_2715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here is the little stinker (bed head and all) tearing into his fabulous goodies. Yes, there is a sippy cup, shampoo and a new toothbrush in addition to candy, toys and big boy underwear in there and he loved it all, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS9EH7U7qI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4lryDmu1YH8/s1600-h/100_2716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324588538003779234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS9EH7U7qI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4lryDmu1YH8/s200/100_2716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here are s few shots from our after church photo shoot at GiGi &amp;amp; B-Bop's house.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587576817189458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS8MLOlglI/AAAAAAAAAj4/CbfePYZQy8s/s200/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587581447951810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS8McepVcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/XQ1ZGAqs-fc/s200/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587590964862386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS8M_7p3bI/AAAAAAAAAkY/TIslcQn23sk/s200/IMG_1268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587585428517618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS8MrTr8vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fYzSV4piaYI/s200/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS8MlJemcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CBy_dtCTLdw/s1600-h/IMG_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587583775087042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS8MlJemcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CBy_dtCTLdw/s200/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hunted eggs and feasted on a wondermous meal prepared by GiGi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the family festivities, we headed to the lake to soak up the sun. Little Red caught his very first fish! Can you even see it? It is a small catfish. He was so very proud of his talking fishy! I can't wait to spend many more days chillin at the lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324588530448088914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS9Drx6P1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/d_GjOdqddw4/s200/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still don't have power at the Sass House. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it will be restored when I get home. I must get packing because I'm headed to the beach with KeKe on Friday morning for a girls only weekend &amp;amp; Bachelorette Party for our friend KT. I am so excited I can't stand it. There is nothing this girl loves more than a vacay at the beach complete with Sangria and no boys. Can I get an Amen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4293019916247215790?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4293019916247215790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4293019916247215790' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4293019916247215790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4293019916247215790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/power-and-internet-have-been-restored.html' title='Picture This'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SeS9DxoN4wI/AAAAAAAAAko/fYMa0avm4t0/s72-c/100_2715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7985772442685268499</id><published>2009-04-13T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:15:34.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gravity wave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>Black Out!</title><content type='html'>The hood is dark tonight due to a gravity wave (whatever that is) that came through Alabama last night packing 50-7O mph winds knocking trees on houses and power lines a plenty leaving over a hundred thousand Alabamians without power and (insert gasp here) internet. I'm having withdrawals, yall. Luckily we have a generator making us the lone house in the hood with power. I'm fairly certain my neighbors hate me right now.  And here I am going nuts with my only means to the web being my trusty ole Blackjack. We had a great weekend filled with tons of fun that I can't wait to blog about, but these tiny keys and lack of spell check (don't be editing my post)  are putting a hurtin on my mad bloggin skillz, so let's just hope restored power and internet are in my very near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7985772442685268499?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7985772442685268499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7985772442685268499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7985772442685268499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7985772442685268499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-out.html' title='Black Out!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3376346641301431816</id><published>2009-04-09T15:28:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:14:02.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Good, Clean Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>A few photos from one of my many birthday celebrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just look at my sweet boys. I could eat 'em both up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd5as3XgQ3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/2fkYEHMTnH0/s1600-h/ramswes"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322791536421782386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd5as3XgQ3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/2fkYEHMTnH0/s200/ramswes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LR and his B-Bop (my daddy). Together they equal T-R-O-U-B-L-E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323112066524199794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd9-OLDFO3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/dUMBcmuLAC8/s200/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a loving little thang (when I can get him to slow down for 2 seconds). I'll be so sad when he becomes too cool to kiss on his mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322791528346240002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd5asZSJRAI/AAAAAAAAAis/Urv4VoRuA4M/s200/momrams" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Easter, Y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323117640770453746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-DSou9API/AAAAAAAAAjQ/a9tRETlhq30/s200/joke2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3376346641301431816?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3376346641301431816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3376346641301431816' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3376346641301431816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3376346641301431816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-clean-friday-fun.html' title='Good, Clean Friday Fun'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd5as3XgQ3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/2fkYEHMTnH0/s72-c/ramswes' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2800421318804578209</id><published>2009-04-09T08:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:45:44.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Thursday Throwdown</title><content type='html'>Today is Little Red's Easter Party at school. Please note that I did NOT mix up the days like the Valentine's Day Party debacle in which I was dubbed the worst mother ever. Nope, I bought the cookies, candy and eggs yesterday and put everything into his choo choo basket last night. I even took pictures of him before school! He was so very proud of his basket. When he saw the basket filled with eggs, he excitedly proclaimed, "Dat Easter Bunny bring me all dose eggs!" I went along with it and I can't imagine the smile that will be plastered across his cute little face when he sees the basket the Easter Bunny will be bringing on Easter day. I tried everything to get him to smile for the pictures, but he was way to into the contents of the basket and everything else going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322688747313922354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd39NwGdgTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/BxQbpFQ-x_Y/s200/100_2710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be judging the inside of my messy Yukon. Why oh why didn't I shut the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd39OUnjaqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/PZN0bhqWhGk/s1600-h/100_2712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322688757116398242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd39OUnjaqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/PZN0bhqWhGk/s200/100_2712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was checking out a cutie patootie little girl with pig tails &amp;amp; a princess basket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd39OIpT06I/AAAAAAAAAiM/zAgMuW-2788/s1600-h/100_2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322688753902539682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd39OIpT06I/AAAAAAAAAiM/zAgMuW-2788/s200/100_2711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cuteness was the result of me telling him to stop flirting with said little girlie. And just so you know I will be cleaning the Yukon out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322688760197141106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd39OgGD0nI/AAAAAAAAAic/o5GNVvTWwt0/s200/100_2713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I FINALLY got his attention, but what is up with that goofy look on his face? Is that supposed to be a smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322688377263929906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd384NjqujI/AAAAAAAAAh8/PrxLtFIsdC4/s200/wii" border="0" /&gt;We were playing Wii at my parents house this weekend. LR is a Dance Dance Revolution fool. He breaks it down like nobodies bizzness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322688368219406482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd383r3SQJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/sFBy46hKgvY/s200/ramsswing" border="0" /&gt;And here is my little lover boy just a swangin at the park. GiGi HATES this shirt, but it totally cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2800421318804578209?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2800421318804578209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2800421318804578209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2800421318804578209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2800421318804578209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-throwdown.html' title='Thursday Throwdown'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd39NwGdgTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/BxQbpFQ-x_Y/s72-c/100_2710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4755184579399580284</id><published>2009-04-08T11:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:55:15.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with the sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Down With The Sickness</title><content type='html'>My head feels like it is going to explode and my throat feels like I swallowed sandpaper. Other than that, I am just peachy. Due to these sinus issues combined with my cold medicine induced state, I am fresh out of witty blog banter and am busy just trying to make it through the day. Without further ado, I'll announce the winner of my very first giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon at &lt;a href="http://sunshineandopenhearts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunshine and Open Hearts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations girlie! Please email me at cassiehare at yahoo dot com. I need your address so I can send your basket and get your info to Allison. Thanks to everyone that played along. I loved reading your faves and am always excited to read product reviews from real live folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me well at home with Little Red tonight. He can sense weakness and will do his best to capitalize on my sickliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4755184579399580284?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4755184579399580284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4755184579399580284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4755184579399580284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4755184579399580284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/down-with-sickness.html' title='Down With The Sickness'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7249869303805786280</id><published>2009-04-07T11:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:49:11.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Wench Factor</title><content type='html'>We watched part of Pirates of the Caribbean 3 last night. I can't believe it doesn't scare Little Red one bit. Those pirates totally freak me out. I can't even imagine the make-up and costumes that go in to making those movies. I admit there are times I have to look away because of the gross factor. During the movie we had this convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR- Dat girl can't be a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- What? Why can't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR- She's a gurl and she's too pwitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- Actually, she can be anything she sets her mind to. You know girls can do anything boys can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR- Nope, only me and Daddy can by pirates. Mommy is too pwitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack, I didn't know what to say. Do I thank him for calling me pretty and hug his neck or do I stick to my guns and continue explaining that I can be a pirate if I want to be(even though obviously I don't)? Ugh, he got me. One point, LR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7249869303805786280?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7249869303805786280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7249869303805786280' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7249869303805786280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7249869303805786280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramblings-of-little-red.html' title='Wench Factor'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1717728397381857560</id><published>2009-04-06T14:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:04:20.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabinets'/><title type='text'>Extreme Home Makeover: Sassy Cass Edition</title><content type='html'>Here are my not so beautiful kitchen cabinets. They are pickled something or other and I don't like 'em a'tall. We replaced the hardware and molding around the top and they look better, but they still need a makeover...What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdpivGMxUNI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MYsz1Zzo5fQ/s1600-h/cabinets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321674470949212370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdpivGMxUNI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MYsz1Zzo5fQ/s200/cabinets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the floors will be hardwood. Some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdpiAWnnljI/AAAAAAAAAg8/D0H3c5xggvs/s1600-h/cabinets2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321673667902936626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdpiAWnnljI/AAAAAAAAAg8/D0H3c5xggvs/s200/cabinets2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to replace this flimsy baker's rack with a nice sturdy piece of furniture with lots of storage and cabinets so that all my breakables will be protected.  I also NEED a window treatment in the bay...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321667004349010610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sdpb8e8j0rI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fqrit22ZWIU/s200/100_2705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cozy little corner in the kitchen. Keke painted the flowers and the desk is a really old sewing machine table. I am ready to part with the elephant lamp, but I have to find a replacement for it. Any suggestions? I also changed out some of the stuff on the shelf after I took this picture and am much happier with a much less cluttered look. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666991965653330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sdpb7w0IyVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/TUVjY7v8cKE/s200/100_2698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what &lt;a href="http://thesoladayfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt; made me! They are so cute and perfect for my kitchen. I'm not sure they will stay in the window sill, but they seem to look perfect everywhere I put them, so no worries. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7006581"&gt;Check out her etsy store if you haven't already!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666988124110914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sdpb7igPgEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/vK-dg6QCGSc/s200/100_2697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun here is my pantry door plastered with all my lovely birthday cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321669227742053250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sdpd95uxQ4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/FuG3oulrxwg/s200/100_2700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On to the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED curtains for these windows, but have no clue what to do here. I have a severe emotional attachment to the old sewing table. It was my grandmothers and I and have to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321666993307383394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sdpb710B9mI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Do_-FSHwSyQ/s200/100_2704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This arrangement is over the couch (that I cut out of every single shot unknowingly) . It appears, some of the pictures could also use a little straightening or that could just be my mad photography skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321669231728832546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sdpd-IlSsCI/AAAAAAAAAgM/f4gG3P-2qMQ/s200/100_2702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the only picture I am prepared to show of my bedroom. It is still major chaos in there, but I love these two little diddies and am pleased as punch to have them on the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321669236691661266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sdpd-bEhcdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/NMV0ZyDNoH8/s200/100_2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Little Red, who was madder than snot at me for not letting him take the pictures. After seeing my mad skillz I'm wondering if the pics might have turned out better if I had let him. Mama is no photographer. I won't quit my day job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321673659776797874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sdph_4WMjLI/AAAAAAAAAgs/dV8HaqTFuGI/s200/100_2706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating suggestions are welcome and constructive criticism is appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget that my giveaway ends at midnight. The winner will be announced Wednesday as long no natural disasters, sick children or other major crises occur, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1717728397381857560?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1717728397381857560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1717728397381857560' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1717728397381857560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1717728397381857560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/extreme-home-makeover-sassy-cass.html' title='Extreme Home Makeover: Sassy Cass Edition'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdpivGMxUNI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MYsz1Zzo5fQ/s72-c/cabinets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1841102117682029803</id><published>2009-04-05T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:56:43.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Give Me A Break</title><content type='html'>It's nice to FINALLY sit down. We laid the smack down on the house this weekend. We have moved furniture, unpacked a gazillion boxes and hung tons of stuff on the walls. Then we rearanged over and over. I'm pretty sure Mr. Sass is ready to kill me, but I'm having a hard time finding the right spot for all my lovelys. What's a girl to do? I will post pictures and cries for decorating help this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about my Favorite Things Giveaway that's going down. I'm loving reading about all your faves. Keep 'em coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1841102117682029803?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1841102117682029803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1841102117682029803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1841102117682029803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1841102117682029803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-break-giveaway.html' title='Give Me A Break'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3195602536965596555</id><published>2009-04-03T08:45:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:21:12.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party like its your birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite things'/><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>I'm back to the real world just in time for the weekend! Little Red has been fever free for 36 hours and is now having fun at school wearing his Superman pj shirt &amp;amp; cape. Don't judge me! We made a deal and he is wearing jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks so much for all the birthday wishes and love! As my birthday week wraps up, I am so excited to share with you some of my favorite things. It's not like I've built it up or anything... One of my most favorite things is hearing product recommendations from others and I am (usually) open to trying them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320481780306384194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYl_XUZlUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LjXcJb8ebpE/s200/MyFavoriteSassyCass.gif" border="0" /&gt;Hope you enjoy mine! Drum roll, please... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherry Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;/strong&gt;- Even Mr. Sass is digging this tasty drink and he hates ALL things diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320474573489590530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYfb31YUQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/jQ-zXKtgmYQ/s200/cherrydp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L’Oreal Double Extend Mascara&lt;/strong&gt;- This stuff rocks. A cute chick recommended it to me in the make-up aisle at Wally World and she was right on. It doesn't run and it comes off in clumps when you wash your face. No more burning eyes, plus my lashes are long and loverly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320470278388258162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYbh3VbFXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jmMClHKIQC8/s200/mascara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bath &amp;amp; Body Works Wallflowers in Coconut Lime Verbena &amp;amp; Honeysuckle&lt;/strong&gt;- These thing are AWE-SOME! I especially love having one in my laundry room. Every time I open the door I get a whiff of wonderfulness. I don't even notice the stench of manly funk. Anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320470281777028594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYbiD9XnfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/jLgPC_s5wF0/s200/wallflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Avon Glazeware Lip Gloss&lt;/strong&gt;- I'm digging Raisin Glaze &amp;amp; Iced Pink right now. Wear them separately or together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320479992148796882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYkXR6aJdI/AAAAAAAAAes/tDjsmS_mIfw/s200/glaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juicy Couture Perfume&lt;/strong&gt; (as always)- This is my signature scent. I just don't see it changing any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320469568463096306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYa4iqEyfI/AAAAAAAAAc8/uRgC6xw3Wzw/s200/juicy_couture_perfume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Debbie’s 100 Calorie Marshmallow Treats&lt;/strong&gt;- YUM-O! They are good and I feel like I'm eating something I shouldn't. Just be sure you only eat one, otherwise the whole hundred calorie thing doesn't really apply. They even come in cutesy Easter colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320469568496181058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYa4ix9n0I/AAAAAAAAAdE/6VugJWz6j3k/s200/lildebbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These Boots from Target&lt;/strong&gt;- I feel like I wear them every day. They go with dresses, skirts, pants, jeans, etc. It's a good thing flip-flop season is on the horizon or my work peeps might just think I'm going ca-razy. I rarely wear the same shoes twice in one week. That was before I fell in love with these boots. Note-my new Volatile wedges are quickly catching up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320469563209273458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYa4PFd0HI/AAAAAAAAAck/LfeCps4ff_4/s200/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nike Tempo Running Shorts&lt;/strong&gt;- Perfect for working out or lounging around. I have 4 pair. Seriously. They have them at Ross (one of my favorite stores) for about $10 right now. That is almost half price. Shut the front door. I seem to be more likely to work out if I have cute clothes to do it in. And thanks to my dear lil sis, Becca. Now I have 5 pairs and I couldn't be happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320470279354416098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYbh67xe-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/oRo8mWRkaRY/s200/shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jergens Natural Glow Lotion&lt;/strong&gt;- Gradual color that moisturizes at the same time. Way better than orangey self tanner and perfect for just a touch of color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320469564104576178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYa4Sa7DLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/a4R_mQx4b3U/s200/jergens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything Allison at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7006581"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accents by Alli &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt;- I love her tags, letters, frames, etc. She has FINALLY opened an Etsy shop. You must check her out. Look at the sassy tag she made me. It is almost more cuteness than I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320475118043287282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYf7kdGTvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/iyKOm8NI3lI/s200/sassy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fox River Moisture Wick Socks&lt;/strong&gt;- Best. Socks. Ever. I have never put a lot of thought into the socks I wear until recently. I have realized that the socks are ALMOST as important as the shoes. I said almost. Plus, I love everything Fox River stands for from supporting breast cancer to supplying socks for our overseas troops. BTW, Mr. Sass gave me some Nike moisture wick socks for my bday. I’ll let you know how they stack up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320476913638927442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYhkFkdbFI/AAAAAAAAAek/VFMvt-5UPW0/s200/socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hot Tamales Candy&lt;/strong&gt;- I love these little yummies! I attribute part of my weight loss to them since they are actually a low(er) calorie candy. They are perfect for snacking on between meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320475123117532722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYf73W5JjI/AAAAAAAAAec/9x5L6YC6KpU/s200/hottam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO MOM! Products&lt;/strong&gt;- Perfect for staying on top of life and work. I don’t know what I’d do without them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320474573187838738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYfb2tb8xI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EnFFoyGNTbE/s200/scope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you ready for the best part? I am doing a giveaway for the one and only Sassy Cass Gift Basket full of my favorite things!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ways to improve your odds~&lt;br /&gt;1. For one entry, leave a comment here. I heart comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. For a second entry become a follower. (Current followers automatically get a second entry). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. For a third entry, blog about your favorite things (at least 5) and link back here. Please include the My Favorite Things logo(courtesy of the very creative Keke). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320482382000198642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYmiYzYk_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/yXlOlFSP--4/s200/MyFavoriteSassyCass.gif" border="0" /&gt;Leave me a comment telling me what you did. I can’t wait to read about your faves and try them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PRIZE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About The Sassy Cass Gift Basket~&lt;br /&gt;Cute sassy basket lined with pink, orange &amp;amp; white striped fabric filled with sassy stuff:&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;100 Calorie Marshmallow Treats&lt;br /&gt;Avon Glazewear Lip Gloss in Raisin Glaze&lt;br /&gt;L’ Oreal Double Extend Mascara&lt;br /&gt;Jergens Natural Glow Lotion&lt;br /&gt;Gift Certificate for a cute little tag from my girl Allison&lt;br /&gt;GO MOM! Organizer&lt;br /&gt;Box of Hot Tamales&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles &amp;amp; Sidewalk chalk (Little Red’s favorite things)&lt;br /&gt;And quite a few other little goodies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contest begins now and will end at midnight central time on Monday, April 6. Winner will be drawn Tuesday and announced on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3195602536965596555?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3195602536965596555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3195602536965596555' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3195602536965596555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3195602536965596555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-to-real-world-just-in-time-for.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdYl_XUZlUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LjXcJb8ebpE/s72-c/MyFavoriteSassyCass.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3150101919629154396</id><published>2009-04-01T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:54:27.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with the sickness'/><title type='text'>He's Got The Fever!</title><content type='html'>So, I promised you a post about my faves and a giveaway. Well, April Fools. It's just not happening today. I am spending the day at home with pitiful sick Little Red. Happy Birthday to me! I picked him up from daycare yesterday with a fever of 103. We headed straight for the doctor, so hopefully he is on the mend. Hey, at least I'm not working today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3150101919629154396?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3150101919629154396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3150101919629154396' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3150101919629154396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3150101919629154396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-got-fever.html' title='He&apos;s Got The Fever!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2631013829602933194</id><published>2009-03-31T11:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:34:10.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working for the man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party like its your birthday'/><title type='text'>Party Cuz It's My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Can someone send a memo to my boss about this being my Birthday WEEK and all? He actually wants me to do work. Lots of it. Whatever. I guess I'll humor him today, but I will NOT be productive tomorrow. I'm thinking about coming in late, taking a 3 hour lunch &amp;amp; leaving early. Good, plan huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While procrastinating, I've been thinking about all the awesome birthday parties I've had over years. Some of my most memorable were-&lt;br /&gt;50's sock hop- 10th birthday&lt;br /&gt;New Kids On The Block Party- 8th birthday&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Shortcake Party- 1st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mom. You rock (for having me and for throwing killer parties)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Bachelorette/Birthday Party in New Orleans for my 23rd thanks to Keke and several of my other friends. It was almost more fun than I could handle. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Little Red has had:&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Party- 1st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Elmo Party- 2nd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;This year will most likely be a "Wocket" Party- (that would be rocket, of course) LR is more than obsessed with outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love planning parties and all things Birthday (obviously)! I'm always looking for good ideas. What are your most memorable Birthday celebrations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited about sharing all of my favorite things with y'all tomorrow. I promise, you won't want to miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2631013829602933194?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2631013829602933194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2631013829602933194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2631013829602933194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2631013829602933194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-cuz-its-my-birthday.html' title='Party Cuz It&apos;s My Birthday'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3930700222410001813</id><published>2009-03-30T10:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:36:29.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party like its your birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite things'/><title type='text'>In Full Swing</title><content type='html'>The weekend was a total success. I am having the best birthday week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;evah&lt;/span&gt; (so far)! We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fondued&lt;/span&gt; and celebrated Saturday night with our amazing friends. I got some awesome stuff. These Volatile wedges are hotter than hot! Thanks to my lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319005237809338018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdDnFR4RVqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/i2Wf3qyT17o/s200/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keke&lt;/span&gt; hooked a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; up with this J. Crew tee, sassy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Swarovski&lt;/span&gt; bunny key fob &amp;amp; a couple of bottles of 2 Buck Chuck from Trader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319004980865356946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdDm2UsDVJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Y8E4FUCJvCE/s200/shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319004978012095154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdDm2KDyArI/AAAAAAAAAcE/wqP7vmBgfE8/s200/bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BLING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BLING&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW my last name starts with H and is another word for rabbit. What a perfectly sassy gift!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sass, Little Red and I had a fabulous day yesterday. We lounged and napped and watched movies. Have you seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nim's&lt;/span&gt; Island? LOVED it. LR &amp;amp; Mr. Sass loved it, too. The scenery and animals were fantastic and Gerard Butler is the PERFECT eye candy. What a great family movie. We also watched Get Smart and Daddy Day Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Things Giveaway will start on April Fools Day (the day of my actual birth). Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3930700222410001813?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3930700222410001813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3930700222410001813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3930700222410001813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3930700222410001813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-full-swing.html' title='In Full Swing'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SdDnFR4RVqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/i2Wf3qyT17o/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-732937418757506607</id><published>2009-03-27T10:38:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:29:30.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party like its your birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Friday My Way</title><content type='html'>"Week Of Me" has officially started! It's Friday and I am in the mood to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;What's better than man jokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What did the elephant say to the naked man?&lt;br /&gt;A. How on earth do you manage to breath through THAT?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Colonel Sanders like the typical male?&lt;br /&gt;All he's concerned with is legs, breasts, and thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you give a man who has everything?&lt;br /&gt;A woman to show him how to work it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who you are, that's funny (unless you are a man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good one from my bestie, Keke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the fish say when he hit a brick wall?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Oh' dam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite-&lt;br /&gt;You are on the bus when you suddenly realize ... you need to pass gas. The music is really loud, so you time your gas with the beat. After a couple of songs, you start to feel better as you approach your stop. As you are leaving the bus, people are really staring you down, and that's when you realize, you have been listening to your ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have some Little Red humor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving along yesterday when Kid Rock's "All Summer Long" came on the radio. Little Red got really excited and proclaimed, "Mommy, dat is MY song!" Seriously, does "his" song have to be about drinkin' whiskey outta the bottle and makin' love by the lake? Don't get me wrong, that sounds like a blast to me, but for my almost 3 year old, notsomuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my bestie, Keke, will arrive to help me celebrate. I'm beyond excited! Tomorrow will be jam packed with shopping fun. Looks like the rain will move out in time for my pedicured piggies to make their debut for dinner at The Melting Pot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fondue + Friends + Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka = FUN FO SHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See ya Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-732937418757506607?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/732937418757506607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=732937418757506607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/732937418757506607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/732937418757506607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-my-way.html' title='Friday My Way'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5253396193819126088</id><published>2009-03-26T14:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:04:24.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preptastic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So stinkin cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Cosmetic Bag Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://monogramchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-cosmetic-bag-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;iveaway going down at Monogram Chick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is giving away her new black monogrammed (duh!) cosmetic bags to 2 lucky gals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on over and pick your font and color and leave her a comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5253396193819126088?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5253396193819126088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5253396193819126088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5253396193819126088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5253396193819126088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/cosmetic-bag-cuteness.html' title='Cosmetic Bag Cuteness'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7760768414436801686</id><published>2009-03-26T10:06:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:28:11.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>You're The Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Ya'll have totally motivated me with the rockin' pictures of your homes. Considering that my house is still in shambles and there are plenty of boxes yet to even be unpacked, I totally needed that kick in the pants. Here are some pictures that take my breath away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317525001542827138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Scuk0ME3_II/AAAAAAAAAbU/BFXQXX8eRiY/s200/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heart this really hard!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317538098216731442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Scuwug_QgzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rKYdBW7FHto/s200/14-rottman-0309-xlg-48274296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From House Beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317525006832067714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Scuk0fx7ZII/AAAAAAAAAbk/rV_Dm7w1l9I/s200/Plate_Wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theletteredcottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layla's kitchen at The Lettered Cottage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317524961775573922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Scukx37n26I/AAAAAAAAAbM/NZF19fW0mX0/s200/6a00e54ff98507883300e553bea7b88834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From Southern Living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317525006611400530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Scuk0e9UR1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/bVf_j5W56ZI/s200/Esotara_gross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317565559023440546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ScvJs8dxkqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sY-HomUT1us/s200/img30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Pottery Barn Teen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317538098412053698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Scuwuht05MI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mrk8fQEfP9Y/s200/abc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From &lt;a href="http://restyledhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/chandelier-anyone.html"&gt;Restyled Home&lt;/a&gt;- She is giving one of these cuties (the chandelier, not the girls) away. Go check her out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7760768414436801686?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7760768414436801686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7760768414436801686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7760768414436801686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7760768414436801686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-inspiration.html' title='You&apos;re The Inspiration'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Scuk0ME3_II/AAAAAAAAAbU/BFXQXX8eRiY/s72-c/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8020349185992110944</id><published>2009-03-25T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:24:42.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedicure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party like its your birthday'/><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>and come back after my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining like crazy here. There are wrecks all over the place, which can be chalked up to folks forgetting how to drive at the first sign of a rain drop. Totally typical. Flooding and severe weather are expected with this 6+ inches of rain coming our way over the next 4 days. Hopefully the weather will clear up just in time for dinner Saturday night. I'm going to be a not so happy camper if I am unable to wear open toed shoes- to show off my freshly pedicured tootsies, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8020349185992110944?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8020349185992110944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8020349185992110944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8020349185992110944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8020349185992110944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8958913296165484782</id><published>2009-03-24T11:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:14:58.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party like its your birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fondue'/><title type='text'>Party Like It's My Birthday</title><content type='html'>My birthday is quickly approaching (a little too quickly). Here at the Sass House we observe a week long celebration. I am embracing the big 2-8 with total excitement in an effort to keep from feeling old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festivities will kick off Friday night when Keke and Bush roll into town. Saturday will be awesome complete with girl time, garage sale hopping, bathing suit shopping &amp;amp; pedicures followed by fondue at the Melting Pot with 13 of my best buds. Dinner with other friends and some of my family is scheduled for Wednesday(my actual birthday- yep, I'm an April Fool) night. A total family celebration will occur at some point during the following weekend. We are also rejoining society and having our cable installed on Sunday as part of the celebration, which I couldn't be happier about. I also have some exciting things planned here including a post of my favorite things (Oprah style of course- complete with a giveaway). Stay tuned for "A Week of Me"- hey, it's my party and I can do whatever I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if any one talks to Mr. Sass, I must have a Wii. Not so subtle hints have been dropped, but I don't want there to be any confusion. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8958913296165484782?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8958913296165484782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8958913296165484782' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8958913296165484782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8958913296165484782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-like-its-my-birthday.html' title='Party Like It&apos;s My Birthday'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5877687899460294741</id><published>2009-03-23T12:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:08:55.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>In The Auto Zone</title><content type='html'>Hi, y'all! Yep, that's me today, all gussied up for another fun filled day of work. My dress is cute, don't ya think? I bought it last year for less than $30 at TJ Maxx. I looked all over the Internet for a picture, so I wouldn't have to take one. That was a no go, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316464833957312402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ScfgmUDht5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gw38wNlq0CU/s200/me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got dressed this morning, Little Red and I had this convo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: Mommy, I wuv your dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aw, thanks buddy. I like it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: Yep, I wuv it cause it has tires on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are such a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316464839238641490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ScfgmnusZ1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/kQW_7bcFXJs/s200/print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes my dress because it has auto parts on it? Seriously, how can he even be my kid? Wonder if this dress will have a similar effect on Mr. Sass... The man does love tires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5877687899460294741?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5877687899460294741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5877687899460294741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5877687899460294741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5877687899460294741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/auto-zone.html' title='In The Auto Zone'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/ScfgmUDht5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gw38wNlq0CU/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4193311429193859122</id><published>2009-03-20T12:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:10:23.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prizes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Party Animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5808/ultimate-blog-party-2009/"&gt;&lt;img title="Ultimate Blog Party 2009" alt="Ultimate Blog Party 2009" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/buttons/events/ubg3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party Time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If we haven't met before, I'm Cassie. I am Mommy to a little red headed 2 1/2 year old cutie named Ramsey aka Little Red and wifey to the ever so handy and hunky Mr. Sass. You can follow the craziness of our lives here. Never a dull moment, I'll just tell ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, check out the par-tay at 5 Minutes For Mom. There are some rockin prizes that you have to check out. Some of my faves are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Prize Here" href="http://busymommy.us/blogparty2009" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Core Fitness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; for Mom DVD from Moms into FitnessProvided by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Site" href="http://www.busymommy.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Busy Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize details: If you are frustrated with your tummy bulge this Core DVD provides innovative techniques so you lose the mom tummy! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Could be t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he answer to my ab issues :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A personalized name dot variety pack of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuckonyou.biz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stuck On You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.Provided by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuckonyou.biz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stuck On You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize details: Get organized and stay worry-free with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuckonyou.biz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stuck On You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; personalized labels for you and your kids. Available in a variety of designs and graphics, these labels can be used for everything from indicating allergies to labeling summer camp belongings. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What an awesome idea! This would solve the jacket disappearing at daycare dilemma once and for all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$50 Target Gift Card &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who couldn't use this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prize Here" href="http://www.lolo-craft.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Toddler Apron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lolocraft.etsy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LoLo Craft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Provided by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lolocraft.etsy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LoLo Craft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize details: Get your kids into the kitchen with you! LoLo Craft would like to provide one winner with their choice of either a Toddler Girl apron or a Toddler Boy apron. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Little Red does make BIG messes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bocabeth.com/boca_beth_grande_bag.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your choice of our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.em-jewelry.com/simply-precious-photo-necklace.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Simply Precious Photo Tile Necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ($110), or our key clasp style &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.em-jewelry.com/bostonlocket.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boston Locket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ($185)Provide by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.em-jewelry.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Elemental Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize Details: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.em-jewelry.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Elemental Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; is giving you a choice this year! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prize Detail" href="http://www.amazon.com/Jillian-Michaels-30-Day-Shred/dp/B00127RAJY/ref=pd_ecc_rvi_cart_2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prize Detail" href="http://www.amazon.com/Biggest-Loser-Family-Cookbook-Budget-Friendly/dp/1605297836/ref=pd_ecc_rvi_cart_1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Biggest Loser Family Cookbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;: Budget Friendly Meals Your Whole Family Will LoveProvided by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Site" href="http://pudget1.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pudget: Losing Weight On A Budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize details: These two great tools will help you during any phase of your weight loss journey. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once again- I'm workin on my fitness, here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momswhothink.com/contests/5minutesformom.com-blog-party.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kitchen Aid Artisan Stand Mixer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Provided by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Site" href="http://www.momswhothink.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Moms Who Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize details: From Amish Friendship Bread to Decadent Cheesecake and all the meals in between dessert, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Site" href="http://www.momswhothink.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Moms Who Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; has recipes you’ll love. We would like to donate a Kitchen Aid Artisan Stand Mixer to help make one lucky winner’s home cooking even easier. (winner’s choice of color, $349.99 retail value) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just maybe this would get my butt in gear om some home cookin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$100 gift card to HomeGoodsProvided by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://openhouse.homegoods.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HG Openhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize details: Get Spring! Get Savings! Get Happy! HomeGoods would like to donate a $100 gift card for use in-store. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm decorating a house here people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dillyhearts.com/item/minkee-chenille-toddler-pillows/406/c64" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;personalized minkee toddler pillow from Dillyhearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Provided by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiasavingcents.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dillyhearts.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dillyhearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize details: Does your busy toddler need a little down time? Our top-selling personalized minkee toddler pillows are ultra-soft and hugable. Custom, handmade, and just the right size for your little one &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anything that might help LR sleep a little better is an awesome prize in my book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Blog makeover/design prize- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's face it, my blog could use some sassifying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prize Photo" href="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee193/PMKU/UBP/rrm_pnk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 RockNRule Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; tee and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prize Photo" href="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee193/PMKU/UBP/GRATE-BLK.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 Grateful Mom tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; and 1 Grateful Mom tank (3 winners total)Provided by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.promomcouture.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Promom Couture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize details: Celebrate motherhood with style, sass and fabulous designs. The ORIGINAL lifestyle company dedicated to moms has been seen on Oprah and in numerous mags across the globe…join the celebration! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This stuff is just plain cooooool and it does say sass up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eleven.mysxorch.com/category/view-all" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pair of shoes from Eleven Collection Spring/Summer 09′&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Provided by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wishingpenny.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wishing Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prize Details: Pick any pair for your sweet feet! Eleven’s shoes are available in whole sizes 9-3, perfect for toddlers through early school age kids (ages 3-8). &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LR is needing some new shoes fo sho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So head on over and check it out. I'm a sucker for a good party (and GREAT prizes)...To all my new friends, thanks for coming by!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4193311429193859122?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4193311429193859122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4193311429193859122' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4193311429193859122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4193311429193859122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-animal.html' title='Party Animal'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-477734252913636174</id><published>2009-03-20T09:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:10:56.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Maybe Baby</title><content type='html'>Little Red is totally cracking me up these days. Our convo yesterday afternoon went something like this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: Do you have a surprise (snack, candy, toy, etc.) for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: Don't say maybe. Say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a bossy little thang. Luckily I had a treat stashed away for him. I can't imagine how much trouble I'd have been in otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-477734252913636174?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/477734252913636174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=477734252913636174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/477734252913636174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/477734252913636174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-baby.html' title='Maybe Baby'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3202049509054779574</id><published>2009-03-19T11:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:11:42.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='might'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypothetically speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>I MIGHT Be Old As Dirt</title><content type='html'>I MIGHT have gotten an invitation to my 10 year high school reunion yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT have graduated from a high school that has been made famous by MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There MIGHT have been 644 peeps in my graduating class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT know about 50 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT actually go to the reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT have a birthday right around the corner, that will no longer allow me to say I am in my mid twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body MIGHT be aching from all the manual labor I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT be feeling rather old today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all hypothetical, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3202049509054779574?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3202049509054779574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3202049509054779574' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3202049509054779574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3202049509054779574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-might-be-old-as-dirt.html' title='I MIGHT Be Old As Dirt'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2965372138607715615</id><published>2009-03-19T09:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:12:15.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Sam I Am</title><content type='html'>Last night, we went to Sam's to stock up on some goods and to eat dinner with Mr. Sass. That's how we roll. You just can't beat their pizza combo dealio. On the way I was getting Little Red all excited. Our convo went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Guess where we are going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We are going to Sam's to shop &amp;amp; eat! It will be sooooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: Oh, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you excited?(trying to pump him up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR: Yep, Sam is my fwiend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the buggies at Sam's have spots for 2 kiddos to sit. Who is brave enough to take 2 kids to Sam's? Not me. Little Red insisted upon sitting on the right side. He proceeded to tell us that his fwiend Sam was going to sit in the other spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the heart to tell him that Sam's was a place and not a person. He looked for his "fwiend" all over the store. He finally decided that Sam must not have been there. He made me promise that we would go back again. Am I a bad mom for not telling him that his "fwiend" Sam doesn't really exist and for using it to my advantage? He hasn't been that good while shopping, well ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a kid named Sam that I can borrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2965372138607715615?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2965372138607715615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2965372138607715615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2965372138607715615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2965372138607715615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/sam-i-am.html' title='Sam I Am'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5342548939677887365</id><published>2009-03-18T10:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:13:02.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality tv'/><title type='text'>Flood Zone</title><content type='html'>On a positive note, we are almost totally moved! One more load tonight should do it. On the other hand, we were up way too late unloading and sopping up the wet mess that was our basement and ALL of our stuff. Yep, the hot water heater sprung a leak that caused a little- ok a lot -of standing water in our new basement. Mr. Sass fixed the problem. I do so love watching him work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the honor of mopping up the water to save our stuff. It was back breaking work and after about 15 minutes I was dog tired and ready to quit. After 30 minutes I wanted to cry. At one hour I started pretending that I was on Big Brother or Survivor or some other ridiculous reality show (that I love) and that if I filled the bucket fast enough I'd win a million buckaroos. 2 hours later I had sure 'nuff filled the bucket and saved all of our possessions, but I'm still waiting on that check. Best workout I've had in a while, though and Mr. Sass was seriously impressed since manual labor just isn't my thang. I can feel it in my back and my shoulders and my neck and my legs and my arms and my hands and my feet and my hair. No worries though, my purses and shoes are safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5342548939677887365?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5342548939677887365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5342548939677887365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5342548939677887365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5342548939677887365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/flood-zone.html' title='Flood Zone'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-6727094980637346106</id><published>2009-03-17T12:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:14:05.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red say what'/><title type='text'>Think Pink</title><content type='html'>Little Red has recently (like yesterday) decided that pink is for girls. Who taught him this? My money is on Mr. Sass, but he's not '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fessin&lt;/span&gt; up. Keep in mind, I've never dressed him in pink or anything, but he has never had a problem with pink candy or food or lip gloss or nail polish. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I presented his fab dinner of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt; and chips- don't judge me we are trying to get moved here- he said, with a totally disgusted look on his face, "Mommy I can not eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;. I jest don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wike&lt;/span&gt; pink." Little Red, say what? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; why and he responded with, "Pink is jest for gulls." I was taken aback and totally unprepared. I looked at him like he was crazy and then proceeded to roll the dog in ketchup. He promptly gobbled it up. Problem solved. Until he asked for juice. All I had was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cran&lt;/span&gt;-apple. He picked milk instead. Score! Looks like I really am the pink in a house of blue. LR becomes more boyish every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;To keep Little Red out of my stuff, all I have to do is buy it in pink or put it in a pink box or put a pink sticker on it. This will totally be used to my advantage. I see lots of pink stuff in my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-6727094980637346106?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6727094980637346106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=6727094980637346106' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6727094980637346106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6727094980637346106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/think-pink.html' title='Think Pink'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-6178322649834154906</id><published>2009-03-16T11:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:41:59.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my handyman'/><title type='text'>Honey Do This List</title><content type='html'>We have tons of stuff to do at the new-old house. I am super excited about it. I have started working on a list for Mr. Sass. I plan to document our work here, plus I'm going to need some pointers and ideas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint kitchen cabinets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint bedroom (or not)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAJOR landscaping- we will have to hire someone to do this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tile bathroom counters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tile kitchen counters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replace living room ceiling fan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build new deck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hardwood floors in kitchen &amp;amp; living room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;New bathroom sink hardware&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;New door knobs throughout house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint exterior &amp;amp; trim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish basement room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lofty goals, no? I really need to find some pictures of kitchens that I like as we will be painting cabinets this weekend. I can't decide between black &amp;amp; white. Our walls are latte from Sherwin Williams and the hardware is polished silver. Pointers and ideas are welcome. I will get some before pictures ASAP. We will be putting hardwood on the floors and tiling the counter tops. Eventually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guest room aka Lil Miss Sassypant's bedroom is a BRIGHT lilacish purple. The room was done in hot pink &amp;amp; black at the other house, which I loved with all my heart. I(Mr.Sass) either have to paint the bedroom or change the motif. I'm kinda liking this purple, black &amp;amp; white room. I'll just tell ya. it's really growing on me. What do you think? Our furniture is white. I'm pretty sure Mr. Sass would be stoked to mark this off the list without having to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Pottery Barn...The walls are almost exactly this color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313832593935032370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sb6Glx1j4DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wFwWrM4TdpM/s200/img4l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the weekend we changed out all the cabinet hardware in the bathrooms and kitchen, replaced vents throughout, changed out door knobs &amp;amp; deadbolts on the front, back and garage door, replaced the closet organizers and racks &amp;amp; pulled hideous trim off the top of the kitchen cabinets. I use the term "we" loosely since mostly I just watched Mr. Sass. I could have helped, but why would I want to slow him down? The man is handy to have around. I should be shot for not utilizing his mad skillz more often. My dad says there is nothing Mr. Sass can't fix. Dad, on the other hand, notsomuch the handyman type- Probably the understatement of the century. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-6178322649834154906?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6178322649834154906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=6178322649834154906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6178322649834154906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6178322649834154906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/honey-do-this-list.html' title='Honey Do This List'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sb6Glx1j4DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wFwWrM4TdpM/s72-c/img4l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8144119538374723353</id><published>2009-03-16T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:28:18.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>We Like To Move It, Move it!</title><content type='html'>My back is aching and my legs are weak. I am exhausted from the weekend of moving, people, BUT, we are almost done. Mr. Sass hired a couple of helpers that moved everything muy rapido, plus they worked for lunch, beer and just a little cash. All I could say was gracias. Their quickness in addition to the language barrier caused several things to get moved that weren't quite ready, but what the hey... Now everything is stacked up in our basement ready for us to unpack. I am hoping to do it a little at a time and am NOT going to let myself get overwhelmed, plus I have vowed to stay organized. We have the rest of our lives to get it like we want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wonderful help with Little Red. My big lil sis, Molly, took him for a day of fun Saturday and kept him out of the way for his safety and our sanity. On Sunday, when I took him to the new-old house, he looked around the basement and said, "Mommy, we need to cwean up!" Thanks for the moral support, buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8144119538374723353?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8144119538374723353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8144119538374723353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8144119538374723353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8144119538374723353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-like-to-move-it-move-it.html' title='We Like To Move It, Move it!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2938024104651089172</id><published>2009-03-13T10:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:11:58.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a walk down memory lane'/><title type='text'>Flashback!</title><content type='html'>I got this in an e-mail and thought it was pretty funny and right on...I'm an 80's kiddo fo sho! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See my thoughts in red...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You(or your kids) Grew Up In the 80's IF:&lt;br /&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do theCarlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can and I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You know that 'WOAH' comes from Joey on Blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was so in love with Joey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you ever watched 'Fraggle Rock' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watched it, but couldn't stand it- puppets freak me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry, but even cartoons can't get me up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I rocked it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best game eveah! Have they made an updated version? There are a few peeps I'd like to see come down with Typhoid or Scarlet Fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had tons of 'em. I even had one shaped like a flamingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. You played the game 'MASH'(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was supposed to live in a mansion, marry Kirk Cameron, have 3 kids and drive a porsche. What happened?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tight rolled of course-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You know the profound meaning of ' WAX ON , WAX OFF'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You wanted to be a Goonie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notsomuch, but Little Red loves this movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (Some of us...head-to-toe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know it- fluorescent spandex was da bomb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off, his cheeks shifted and his nationality became questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She was hot stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You took lunch boxes to school...and traded Garbage Pail Kids in the schoolyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really don't remember doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like it was yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You still get the urge to say 'NOT' after every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You thought your childhood friends would never leave   because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had thread in every color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I broke an egg on my jelly shoe in kindergarden while cooking. So gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying  'I know what you are, but what am I?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So annoying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You remember 'I've fallen and I can't get up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fun times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You have ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was actually really good at skippin it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't think I ever did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They also freaked me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Neil Patrick Harris &amp;amp; Alyssa Milano still rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown a lien from Melmac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I was in college a guy I knew dressed up like Alf for Halloween. Funniest thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool... and don't even flinch when people refer to them as 'NKOTB'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loved them more than life itself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You knew all the characters names and   their life stories on 'Saved By The Bell,' The ORIGINAL class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loved Zach, Kelly, Screech, Lisa, Jesse &amp;amp; Slater more than life itself, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you're too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You just sang those words to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you give love a bad name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You still sing 'We are the World'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we are the children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You tight rolled or french cuffed your jeans.  And still debate on which is the right term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIGHT ROLLED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You owned a bannana clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I owned one in every color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You remember 'Where's the Beef?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actually, I don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You used to (and probably still do) say 'What you talkin' 'bout Willis?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 40. You rocked a permed 'fro for at least 1 school picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I rocked it in multiple school pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2938024104651089172?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2938024104651089172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2938024104651089172' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2938024104651089172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2938024104651089172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/flashback.html' title='Flashback!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2985924937638334552</id><published>2009-03-13T08:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:34:31.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of positive thinking'/><title type='text'>Weekend Warriors</title><content type='html'>We are moving this weekend. Again. I am half excited and half dreading it. I just want to wiggle my nose and everything be done. To add to it the weather is less than perfect. It is supposed to rain all daggum weekend. Mr. Sass has been at the new-old house updating fixtures and sprucing things up all week. We lived in this house for several years before moving into a rental property while the house was on the market. We had big plans of selling and buying land to build our dream house. The real estate market went south along with those big plans. So, we refinanced and are moving our happy little tails back in with a much lower house payment and some money to make some improvements and updates. I just never imagined we'd be moving back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It really is for the best. With the current state of the economy and the unknown of the future, this will be great for us financially. The house is on the smallish side, but we are planning an addition, a new deck &amp;amp; a shop out back, plus there will be much less house to clean (totally the best part). I'm trying to stay positive here people. I'll keep you updated on our progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2985924937638334552?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2985924937638334552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2985924937638334552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2985924937638334552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2985924937638334552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-warriors.html' title='Weekend Warriors'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4280273175232654444</id><published>2009-03-12T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:12:48.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><title type='text'>ABSolutely Beachin'</title><content type='html'>The fam is going to San Juan in May. I am pumped to say the least! Oh how I love vacations, hoteling it and the beach. What I do NOT love are my abs (or lack there of). I have lost 40 ish pounds (&lt;a href="http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/biggest-loser.html"&gt;More on that here&lt;/a&gt;) over the past 2 years and am ready to do some serious bikini shopping, but my mid section needs some toning. I need advice. I need a workout that will give me the same results as a tummy tuck in about 80 days (without the swelling and bruising of course). Keep in mind that I have 2 lil sisters that are 18 and 20. They have never carried a child for 9 months nor have they ever had a c-section. These are the peeps I'll be hanging with. Depressing, huh? I'm willing and ready to order whatever DVD I need, but I don't want to waste money on things that don't work. Help me, Pu-leeze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4280273175232654444?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4280273175232654444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4280273175232654444' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4280273175232654444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4280273175232654444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/absolutely-beachin.html' title='ABSolutely Beachin&apos;'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5021084054981011688</id><published>2009-03-12T09:54:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:09:42.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just trying to hold my eyes open'/><title type='text'>Wish Upon A Full Night's Sleep</title><content type='html'>So, Mr. Sass and Little Red were both in bed at 8:00 last night. Yes, you are reading correctly- eight oh-clock! I can only assume this was due to total exhaustion from lack of sleep for both of 'em. There I am being all happy and productive- folding laundry, packing boxes, watching a little tv- multitasking to the max, when I hear LR's cries around 10:00. I go in, rub his back, give him water and lay down with him and he's back asleep in no time. Ahhhhh- back to what I was doing. What was it I was doing again? Anywho, this happened 5 stinkin' times over the course of the night. Once more while I was still up and three more after I went to sleep. Agggghhhhhh- if there is anything I hate more than a 10 pm bed time, it's not getting my beauty rest. I'll take a 10 pm bed time any day over a sleepless night of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the advice, girlies! Unfortunately, I can't take his nap away since he is at daycare, plus I really don't think that is the issue. He is very obviously tired in the evenings, he just fights like the dickens to stay awake. He sings, tickles, talks and cries all the while fighting to keep his little baby blues open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we shall see what tonight brings. And be careful what you wish for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5021084054981011688?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5021084054981011688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5021084054981011688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5021084054981011688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5021084054981011688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/wish-upon-full-nights-sleep.html' title='Wish Upon A Full Night&apos;s Sleep'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2438489982512004759</id><published>2009-03-11T12:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:03:38.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Story</title><content type='html'>It's a vicious cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Little Red REFUSES to go to bed before 10 pm, therefore he is a cranky crab come morning time. I have tried everything from sweetness &amp;amp; bribes to my serious face, complete with time outs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CIO&lt;/span&gt; and, yes a few leg swats-don't you judge me. This kid is way too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; for his own good. Nothing works. He fights me until Mr. Sass (who has been working very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;looooooong&lt;/span&gt; hours) gets home and we turn every light in the house off and all lay down together. Even the dogs must be in their beds. I have to spend 20 minutes pretending to sleep while fighting with all my might to stay awake so that I can finish dishes, laundry and various other equally exciting tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when it's time to wake up he REFUSES to get up and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; morning is a nightmare. He fights getting dressed, brushing his teeth and just wants me to hold him. I spend the entire morning rushing him while trying to get myself ready. This is not fun a' tall and I know he needs more sleep, but I can't figure out for the life of me how to get him to bed earlier. Am I so entertaining that he wants to stay up with me and not miss anything? Doubtful. I mean folding towels and unloading the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dishwasher&lt;/span&gt; are super glam, but seriously he isn't gonna miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do all of you 7pm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bed timers&lt;/span&gt; do it? Even 8pm would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;loverly&lt;/span&gt;. Do I need Super Nanny or an intervention or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2438489982512004759?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2438489982512004759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2438489982512004759' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2438489982512004759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2438489982512004759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/bedtime-story.html' title='Bedtime Story'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7371736359716645631</id><published>2009-03-11T09:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:51:39.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love yall'/><title type='text'>Sistas In My Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SbfLxhsNOfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zvuai0gx7zw/s1600-h/sisterhoodaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311938337224604146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SbfLxhsNOfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zvuai0gx7zw/s200/sisterhoodaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girl, &lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Impulsive Addict&lt;/a&gt;, has bestowed the Sisterhhood Award upon me. So cool in my world of boys! Now, I am s'posed to hand it over to those that show Attitude or Gratitude on their blogs. This is no problemo! I'm choosing several girlies that are friends of mine IRL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hoemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;KeKe&lt;/a&gt;- my bestie that I simply couldn't live without. I'm her favorite hoe after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebookerfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deidre&lt;/a&gt;- my sweet as pie cousin in law that has the cutest lil girlie with a baby boy on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://todayatthepattersons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;- she just gave birth to twins and has 3 under 3. Girl is Super Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jimmybranch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;- an old friend of mine that I have recently found in blog world. So glad our paths have crossed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to know all of you. You have inspired me in different ways and I'm a better person because of you. Thanks, sistas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7371736359716645631?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7371736359716645631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7371736359716645631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7371736359716645631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7371736359716645631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/sistas-in-my-hood.html' title='Sistas In My Hood'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SbfLxhsNOfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zvuai0gx7zw/s72-c/sisterhoodaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8772059360220521735</id><published>2009-03-10T12:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:11:52.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and band-aids stuck on me'/><title type='text'>I'm Stuck On Band-Aid</title><content type='html'>It appears that I need to purchase stock in Band-Aids. Little Red has just discovered that they cure all ailments. All of a sudden my tough lil cookie is a whining mama's boy. Every bump, scratch and bruise needs a band aid and a kiss. Even pizza sauce spots feel better after being bandaged, duh! Last night he had a total of 17 boo-boos. We put band aids on every last one of them- mostly cuz I'm a sucker and I hate listening to him cry. Call me weak if you want, but the cuteness is killer. I even had to cut some jumbo size ones into smaller pieces when we ran out of regular size. After a while he would tear off the band aid and proclaim, "Aw Bettah!" So stinkin cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR only actually has one injury that is for real. It was a garbage can incident that resulted in much crying and a little blood. Yesterday, he told his teacher that it was hurting so bad he was afraid it would fall off if he didn't get a band aid. She got him one stat and laughed hysterically as she told me the tale- it appears she is a sucker for the cute factor, too. He is only a tad dramatic. I just don't know where he gets it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help us if he discovers band aids with characters...I'm just thankful that I can cure his ailments with a box(or 2) of band aids and some lovin'. I dread the day that I can't make it all better with a kiss and a band aid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8772059360220521735?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8772059360220521735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8772059360220521735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8772059360220521735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8772059360220521735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-stuck-on-band-aid.html' title='I&apos;m Stuck On Band-Aid'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1081492704937938</id><published>2009-03-09T14:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:09:29.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy bee'/><title type='text'>Working On My Business</title><content type='html'>I have alot to say and only a little time to say it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the weather is just perfect. I could spend all day sitting outside soaking up the rays, however my boss has other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a busy lil bee all weekend. We hauled many loads of goods to the Goodwill and cleaned out multiple garages. We are moving back into a house we have had on the market (for way too long) over the next few weeks, so looks like I better get used to the busy-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Red pooped on the potty last night. This was not me putting him on the potty half way through his business. Nope, this was him telling me he needed to go and him sitting there til he was all done. We read 4, yes f-o-u-r Jeep magazines while he was working it out. We have had lots of tummy issues, so I haven't pushed him into it, but he has been pee-peeing in the potty regularly since he started school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragging economy has now impacted my company and apparently the boss man thinks I can just pick up the slack of those laid off while continuing my regular job. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to have a job and I am quite capable, but I do have limits. I work well under pressure, but not in a pressure cooker. We'll see how long it takes me to go nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I will be so busy with moving, work &amp; LR's pottying I won't have time to get back in the nasty funk I was in last week, however the blogworthiness of my material may suffer. Don't say I didn't warn ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been awarded again! I will be passing it along when I get a second to breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1081492704937938?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1081492704937938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1081492704937938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1081492704937938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1081492704937938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-on-my-business.html' title='Working On My Business'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7456910993237376750</id><published>2009-03-09T14:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:33:24.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='check it out'/><title type='text'>I Heart April</title><content type='html'>Check out my girl April over at &lt;a href="http://aprilbaker23.blogspot.com/"&gt;dot...dot...dot...&lt;/a&gt;. She is giving away all kinds of great stuff- how cool is that? She is all kinds of entertaining and informative. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lurve&lt;/span&gt; her blog and tend to agree with everything she says. Tell her I sent you. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aprilbaker23.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y141/abaker23/Easter102-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7456910993237376750?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7456910993237376750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7456910993237376750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7456910993237376750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7456910993237376750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-heart-april.html' title='I Heart April'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8027430068890983306</id><published>2009-03-06T12:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:34:44.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i also love jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jammin in the car and jack daniels'/><title type='text'>J is for...</title><content type='html'>The Alphabet Game&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310142822471976722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SbFqw0AIRxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/LE2osZNtZvQ/s200/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fX8E1_OKglg/Sa3v30EGhqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GcdQHlVjcLQ/s1600-h/letterb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love games! This one has quite the Sesame Street feel to it. &lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Impulsive Addict &lt;/a&gt;gave me the letter J. I have to compile a list of 10 things that I love that begin with the letter J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was harder than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Julie- That would be my amazing mama (aka GiGi). She is one fine lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. J. Crew- That store is so full of cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jasons- I have about 13 guy friends named Jason. They all go by nicknames/ last names so as not to confuse us too much. However, at my wedding they all introduced themselves as "Just Jason". My grandmothers were &lt;strong&gt;slightly&lt;/strong&gt; confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jessica Simpson- The person &amp;amp; the label. Curves and all girl is hawt combined with just the right amount of dumb blonde, plus she makes great shoes! Have you seen Private Valentine? Don't be hatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jeep Riding- Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Johnny Knoxville- Love him and all his hotness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jerry Maguire- One of my favorite movies of all time. He had me at hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Juicy Couture Perfume- I wear it every day. I always get compliments on how yummy I smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Jammies- I love nothing more than putting on my comfy duds when I get home. We call our comfy clothes jammies or jammers at the Sass house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Juiced Berry Lipgloss- From the VS Beauty Rush Line. Can't leave home without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want a letter, leave a comment. I'll go easy on you. Maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8027430068890983306?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8027430068890983306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8027430068890983306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8027430068890983306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8027430068890983306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/j-is-for.html' title='J is for...'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SbFqw0AIRxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/LE2osZNtZvQ/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-508067386382776864</id><published>2009-03-05T14:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:43:47.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I heart keke'/><title type='text'>Sassy Hoe</title><content type='html'>My BFF KeKe is the bestest friend a girl could evah have. Seriously you'd be lucky to have her, but don't go trying to steal her from me. It. Will. Not. Happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posted the following on her blog, &lt;a href="http://hoemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hoemade With Love &lt;/a&gt;today (proof that she totally deserves the Kreativ Award and that she's a rockin' friend)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hoemade.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favorite-hoe.html"&gt;My Favorite Hoe...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by KeKe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rarely flies off the handle,&lt;br /&gt;and smells like a lovely candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, head strong and wise,&lt;br /&gt;she is pretty and the perfect size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands by me year in and year out,&lt;br /&gt;allowing me to laugh, cry and sometimes pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is great at playing in the dirt,&lt;br /&gt;but she also knows how to wear a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know each others passions and strengths,&lt;br /&gt;and will back each other up, no matter the length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children, parents, work and spouses,&lt;br /&gt;we will both survive bad luck with stupid houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sassy Hoe is unique and one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;I love her dearly because she keeps me from loosing my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-508067386382776864?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/508067386382776864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=508067386382776864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/508067386382776864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/508067386382776864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/sassy-hoe.html' title='Sassy Hoe'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8660812364059312604</id><published>2009-03-05T10:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:58:45.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pass it on'/><title type='text'>Winning Is The Best Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sa_5xJIY-QI/AAAAAAAAAaA/T5x7aRECOEs/s1600-h/kreativ_blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309737108353120514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sa_5xJIY-QI/AAAAAAAAAaA/T5x7aRECOEs/s200/kreativ_blogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the dealio~ AnniBannanie gave me this award and though I'm not feelin all too kreativ at the moment, I'm most appreciative. I now have to tell you 7 things I heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;2. The Beach -this is most certainly a proper noun&lt;br /&gt;3. Hoteling it&lt;br /&gt;4. My monogram on anything &amp;amp; everything&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping for bargains&lt;br /&gt;6. Spending time with my 2 best men&lt;br /&gt;7. Crimson Tide Football- Roooooooooooll Tide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this list is in no particular order. I may or may not like Diet Dr. Pepper more than anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I HAVE to pass this along. I'm trying not to repeat anyone one...Here goes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aprilbaker23.blogspot.com/"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;- cuz I lurve her style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://misadventuresinbabyraising.blogspot.com/"&gt;Misadventeruous Mommy&lt;/a&gt;- cuz she can be kreativ on 3 blogs at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myglimpseoflife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renee&lt;/a&gt;- cuz her blog is super cute and she's so daggum domestic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hoemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;KeKe&lt;/a&gt;- for quality, not quantity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monogramchick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monogramchick-&lt;/a&gt; her cute stuff speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babiesandbargains.blogspot.com/"&gt;Babiesandbargains&lt;/a&gt;- she manages to post great info even when she feels like death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneerwoman&lt;/a&gt;- cuz her blog just plain rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8660812364059312604?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8660812364059312604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8660812364059312604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8660812364059312604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8660812364059312604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/winning-is-bes-therapy.html' title='Winning Is The Best Therapy'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sa_5xJIY-QI/AAAAAAAAAaA/T5x7aRECOEs/s72-c/kreativ_blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3291011929233014757</id><published>2009-03-04T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:01:54.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i think i can'/><title type='text'>Techneck</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to see if I could post from my blackjack. You know, in case I ever have something super important to tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better. Thanks for all the love. At the moment I'm kicked back watching Beverly Hills Chiuaua, which could also explain my need for alternate entertainment. Yep its almost 10 oclock and Little Red is still up. Dont waste your time judging me, I'm all outta concern for today. He's fading fast though. Or maybe that's just me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3291011929233014757?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3291011929233014757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3291011929233014757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3291011929233014757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3291011929233014757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/techneck.html' title='Techneck'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4213736490718139262</id><published>2009-03-03T12:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:33:29.476-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to the max'/><title type='text'>Uggggghhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sa2DA1o5oeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cHRz4Q_9np0/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309043586161549794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sa2DA1o5oeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cHRz4Q_9np0/s200/stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to let yall know I'm struggling a bit, but hope to be back to my good ole prepneck self very soon. Mother Nature didn't allow for much jeep riding this weekend, to Mr. Sass's dismay, which has put him in a foul mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother Nature also struck at work when lightning hit and fried 3 computers (one was mine) and the phone system. As the Marketing Manager, IT guru, Saleswoman and Office Manager (I wear a few different hats 'round here) I have been putting out fires all week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got snow, which melted by the time the sun went down. What good is snow if you don't get a day off work? Other than a background for cute pictures, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition I'm just plain down in the dumps. Don't know why. Don't know how to snap out of it. Everything and everyone is annoying the tar out of me. Even I don't like me very much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These make me smile, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309040030633322514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sa1_x4Q6aBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BjRcLx5TRCk/s200/rams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309040028521565714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sa1_xwZbjhI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Gk6MdDPVsO8/s200/ramsey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, my friend Anniebannie has given me a super sweet award. I'll be passing it on very soon. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4213736490718139262?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4213736490718139262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4213736490718139262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4213736490718139262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4213736490718139262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/uggggghhhhhhh.html' title='Uggggghhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sa2DA1o5oeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cHRz4Q_9np0/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8329084378248058590</id><published>2009-02-26T16:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:36:04.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shes country'/><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>I feel so much better today, thanks. My doctor prescribed meds and gave me a shot in the hiney. The nurse kept apologizing and telling me it would only hurt for a second. Hello- I've been through child birth, you can't scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby the pup could cause me to go insane, though. She is just so dogone wild. Every day when we get home she knocks Little Red to the floor when she jumps on him. Yesterday she left a big welp under his eye. Of course he doesn't cry since he's a tough cookie, but he spends alot of time running from her! She is just a pup, so wildness is to be expected, but I'm not sure I make a very good dog trainer. That is totally Mr. Sass's area of expertise, but he is working long hours, which leaves me to handle, well everything. How do you make a puppy stop jumping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is upon us and I couldn't be happier. Little Red will spend one night (exact night TBA) at GiGi &amp;amp; BBops. Mr. Sass and I are going jeep riding. Now that I feel better, I am a tad more excited. I do get to wear my new Carhart hoodie after all. I may be the only redneck that plans a cute and functional wardrobe for the woods. Don't forget the lipgloss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note- My lil sister, B, says I am NOT a redneck. She says I'm just country. She also says that Jason Aldean's new song She's Country should be my theme song. Apparently she is mortified that I'm calling myself a redneck on here. She also pointed out that I do love monograms, polka-dots and all things preppy. Does that make me a prepneck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8329084378248058590?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8329084378248058590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8329084378248058590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8329084378248058590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8329084378248058590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2087141291548377623</id><published>2009-02-25T09:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:39:15.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='put me out of my misery'/><title type='text'>Just One Of Those Days...</title><content type='html'>Ughhhh. I left my cell phone at home today. I feel totally naked. I hate that feeling. It was just one of those mornings- I'm lucky I even remembered to get dressed. Little Red didn't want to get his hiney in gear, plus I had about 4 hours of sleep. I am weak. I let LR wear his pj top as a shirt because he freaked out on me for trying to take it off- Don't judge me. Then he cried most of the way to school and hung on my leg like a monkey all the way inside. He was shouting at the top of his lungs, "I wanna go home, wiiiiiiight now Mommy! Doooooooooo yooooooooooooou heaw me?" I pretended I didn't as I left the building. Don't judge me on this either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cold is progressing nicely. The snot has left my head and entered my chest. I am now left with a barking cough and nasty snot situation. It's sexy, I'll just tell ya. I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon, so hopefully he'll work some magic and I'll actually get some sleep tonight. All of my coworkers are loving the sounds of my hacking and my voice has this lovely raspiness to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say a little prayer that I'll survive the day and be able to handle my whiny 2.5 year old and potty-training pup this evening while Mr. Sass works on the Jeep. Have I mentioned we are going riding this weekend? I'm so excited I can't stand it (insert eye roll and major sarcasm). Maybe I can get a doctor's excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2087141291548377623?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2087141291548377623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2087141291548377623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2087141291548377623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2087141291548377623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just One Of Those Days...'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7269004984972956636</id><published>2009-02-24T09:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:05:19.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man up'/><title type='text'>Baby Mama</title><content type='html'>Little Red has told me several times since he started school that "dose udder kids tell me ima baby." He does not like this one bit. He is adamant that he is a big boy. I'm talking hands on hips while stomping his foot, adamant. He was adamant all night last night while whining, crying &amp;amp; begging me to hold him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I think I just might know why they are calling you a baby, kiddo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7269004984972956636?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7269004984972956636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7269004984972956636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7269004984972956636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7269004984972956636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-mama.html' title='Baby Mama'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4131664925992011483</id><published>2009-02-23T10:35:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:15:27.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So stinkin cute'/><title type='text'>Drop Dead Gorgeous Weekend</title><content type='html'>I felt like death most of the weekend (can't seem to shake this nasty cold), but still managed to make it through with no major catastrophes. Nanu, Pop &amp;amp; Miss Sassypants came to visit. We were expecting Nanu &amp;amp; Pop, but Miss S was a pleasant and totally unexpected surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday, Miss S and I went shopping to spend her Valentine's gift from Mr. Sass (Old Navy gift card) and to get Little Red some jeans that didn't make him look like he was waiting on a flood. He is growing so fast! Saturday night Miss S and I left the rest of the crew at home (with some delicious beef &amp;amp; veggie stew in the crock pot, of course) to go to my youngest sister's Senior Beauty Walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B was stunning. She made the Top 10, which is quite an accomplishment considering there were 90ish girls. She drew a really stupid question about morals, but she rocked it anyway. She so should have won. I'm not biased or anything. Let me just say that 10 years ago (same high school, same pageant) girls didn't look like they do now. The hair, dresses and make-up were nothing short of amazing. It was obvious that many of them were seasoned, professionally trained pageant gals. This was the first pageant B had ever been in, but she looked like she had been doing it her whole life. I am so proud of her confidence and beauty- inside and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306065221642623106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SaLuNNMQGII/AAAAAAAAAZY/H2om0FMWmls/s200/becca2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306063975461238914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SaLtEqzdOII/AAAAAAAAAZI/_oU1ubO8ZiA/s200/becca.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girl on the right won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306065641231271282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SaLuloR-xXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HxkxIPd-ecs/s200/Top+10+winners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Top 10 with winners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday after all the company left I attacked my house with reckless abandon. I did a trillion loads of laundry, organized multiple closets, cooked dinner and did my normal weekly preparations-make our breakfast(pb&amp;amp;j or pimento cheese on whole wheat bagels) for the week and sort LRs clothes into the organizer in the hall closet, so I can grab an outfit and go in the mornings. We also gave Ruby a bath and watched Horton Hears a Who. Whew- made me tired just typing it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will leave you with more cuteness than you will be able to stand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306065219188440738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SaLuNEDIPqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Oz_pudyDfGY/s200/IMG_1151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4131664925992011483?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4131664925992011483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4131664925992011483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4131664925992011483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4131664925992011483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/drop-dead-gorgeous-weekend.html' title='Drop Dead Gorgeous Weekend'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SaLuNNMQGII/AAAAAAAAAZY/H2om0FMWmls/s72-c/becca2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-6982720773625734900</id><published>2009-02-20T10:11:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:15:08.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April made me do it'/><title type='text'>Best Gift Evah!</title><content type='html'>My bloggie friend April over at &lt;a href="http://aprilbaker23.blogspot.com/"&gt;dot dot dot&lt;/a&gt; tagged all of her mama readers on this one. I decided to do it since this basically is Little Red's baby book and I'm afraid if any more years go by, I'll forget the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304919821712583970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7ceJ8bbSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1Pg_dKT4Ins/s200/ramsey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304919072003342162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7byhD0P1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nHeQzkmAL8Y/s200/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED? Yes, but we were certain it would take a while. I was preggers within 2 weeks of deciding we were ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME? Yes, for all of 4 months. Ramsey was born 1 week before our first anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS? Excited, but scared out of my ever lovin mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WAS ABORTION AN OPTION FOR YOU? Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW OLD WERE YOU? 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT? I kept getting sick at my stomach and peeing like every 5 minutes. I finally took a preggo test which confirmed what I already knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST? Wes- immediatley. Then, we told my family on my Mom's 50th Birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DID YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE SEX? Yes. I was so excited to find out he is a boy. I am from a family full of girls and Mr. Sass had a daughter already. We told our families on Christmas Day. Are you seeing a trend here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DUE DATE? May 24, 2006- I'm pretty sure it was off, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS? all day sickness for the first 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE? Subway, Sonic chili cheese fries &amp;amp; chocolate milkshakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST? Being so big. I felt like a blimp and my back hurt all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX? Boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING? Nope- See my response to # 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY? 65 pounds total- I gained 40 pounds before being put on hospital bed rest and put on an iv 24/7 for 3 days. I was so swollen it was ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER? Yes, I had 3. 2 regular style and one co-ed. Thanks to my family and friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. DID YOU ALREADY HAVE A NAME PICKED OUT? Yes &amp;amp; we stuck with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR DELIVERY? I had a c-section because his shoulders were turned and I never made it past 5cm. I was put on bed rest before being induced because of high blood pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH? St. Vincent's Hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR? All day long, before they decided to do a c-section. About 10 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL? Me. I went for an appointment and they admitted me. Wes got pulled over trying to get from work to our house to the hospital. He didn't get a ticket, though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH? Only Wes. My sister was supposed to be there (she is in nursing school and I figured it would be great birth control) but couldn't be once they decided on a c-section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. DID YOUR WATER BREAK NATURALLY? Nope - being induced, the doc does it for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION? C-Section &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN? As much as they would give me! I thought the epidural was wearing off during the c-section, so they had to increase the dose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH? First: 6 pounds, 9 ounces- I think... Someone correct me if I'm worng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN? May 8, 2006- My daddy's birthday:) Needless to say I didn't have to buy gifts all year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER? Ramsey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. BIGGEST SURPRISE DURING CHILDBIRTH? That I was going to have a c-section and that Ramsey had red hair. We just knew he would be blonde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. GREATEST MEMORY ABOUT CHILDBIRTH? Meeting Ramsey for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. DID YOU BREASTFEED? I tried really hard. It just didn't work for us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY? He'll be 3 in May- they grow up so fast See pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. WHO DOES HE/SHE LOOK LIKE? His daddy, for sure. He even looked like Wes in the ultrasound pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304919075535813826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7byuOBfMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2VdbhO6uQys/s200/100_0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304919818442391602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7cd9wwQDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/V8T5mhIyuHs/s200/Rams+Cmas+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304919824616818258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7ceUw2hlI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5HjYPZKkq3g/s200/RAMSEYHAT2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304919820246855538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7ceEe-L3I/AAAAAAAAAY4/eVJE-IrG7dc/s200/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-6982720773625734900?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6982720773625734900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=6982720773625734900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6982720773625734900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/6982720773625734900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-gift-evah.html' title='Best Gift Evah!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7ceJ8bbSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1Pg_dKT4Ins/s72-c/ramsey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7471748415591323807</id><published>2009-02-20T09:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:13:54.488-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lets hope I make it through'/><title type='text'>Weekend Warrior</title><content type='html'>Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sass's parents, Nanu &amp;amp; Pop are going to be visiting for the weekend. They should be here about 30 minutes after I get off work. That is not nearly enough time for me to shove things in closets and under beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big littlest sister, B, is in a pageant on Saturday night. I know she is gorgeous. I think she should win. Judges don't always see it my way, though and it will last about 5 hours. I will post pictures of her beautifulness. Pinky promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Target list a mile long. It will take many hours and mucho dinero to get it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Red and I both have the crud. Snotty nose + sore throat + stopped up ears + upset tummy from drainage = No fun! There may be a doctor's visit in our near future. Must add Mucinex to the Target list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cooking vegetable beef stew tonight even though we usually eat out on Friday nights. My throat huts and it sounds yummers. I don't care if that is what everyone else wants, so deal. I might make beer bread, too. On the other hand, I might just drink the beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby Soho is the cutest pup ever. She is pretty durn smart, too. She likes to chew on stuff, though. Good thing she is so cute. Must. make. her. stop. stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take pictures last night. My camera batteries went dead and I had to use my phone, which means my subjects needed to stay still for about 10 seconds. That is approximately 9 seconds longer than I could get from Ruby, Greta, Little Red and even Mr. Sass. Remind me to add AA batteries to that Target list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sass and his new baby girl. He is totally in lurve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304909976245552050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7ThEuKw7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/5W_5hM75JnA/s200/ruby2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the faux diamond collar? She is divalicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304909970795392162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7Tgwav7KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/1TUvJrI2uyA/s200/ruby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7471748415591323807?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7471748415591323807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7471748415591323807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7471748415591323807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7471748415591323807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-warrior.html' title='Weekend Warrior'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ7ThEuKw7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/5W_5hM75JnA/s72-c/ruby2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5083683170377343641</id><published>2009-02-19T15:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:27:12.390-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBop is Busted'/><title type='text'>Bite Me!</title><content type='html'>I have always said that B-Bop (my dear dad) taught Little Red his biting habit. B-Bop denies any involvement. While looking back through pictures trying to find one of Greta, I found proof (and stirred up some old memories). See for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all starts out so sweet and innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304620025236284146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ3LztCh4vI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lyP8qoRf-c0/s200/bbopbites1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Bop is so laughing!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304620026825128754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ3Lzy9VuzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9GP0uij0nBI/s200/bbopbites2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and letting him continue to bite him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304620032446624274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ3L0H5m8hI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-aHdH2qVCI4/s200/bbopbites3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also found this picture of my sweet Grand Pete, who was there when the incident occurred. If only she were here to tell us what really went down. She passed away this past summer and I miss her to pieces. She was beautiful and amazing. I can only hope to be as awesome as her when I grow up- other than the whole raising 6 kids on her own thing. I'll pass on that, but she rocked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304620038821714066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ3L0fpjGJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pjRzXArMrC8/s200/grandpete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5083683170377343641?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5083683170377343641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5083683170377343641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5083683170377343641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5083683170377343641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/bite-me.html' title='Bite Me!'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ3LztCh4vI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lyP8qoRf-c0/s72-c/bbopbites1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7434838315533379502</id><published>2009-02-19T11:23:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:35:18.880-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We did it again'/><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>We have a new addition!!! She is a 3 month old Brittany Spaniel that looks so much like Greta, our 8 year old Brittany. Greta is one of the best dogs I have ever known. My dad used to joke that if our kids minded as well as Greta we'd be ok. So much for that. Greta was 2 when we met , so I missed out on her being a wee pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't really planning on a puppy now, but the opportunity presented itself for us to adopt a very sweet, very expensive Brittney for free. So, me being the bargain hunter and Mr. Sass being the Brittney lover naturally welcomed Ruby (formerly known as Sadie) into our home. Ruby came complete with a crate, several shirts, a parka and tons of treats and toys. Can you say diva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304605358333573522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ2-d-kbOZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gEvM8wDvr_w/s200/sadie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cuteness, Batman. This is her adoption picture. Just look at that face. I will post pictures from our house later (when I actually remember to take some). Little Red, Greta &amp;amp; Ruby had a ball together last night and this morning. LR kept saying "dat's Greta's sister!" He may be right, they sure do look alike. I'm afraid some major confusion is in our future. Like I need any more, but she is such a sweetie, plus us girls are now outnumbering the boys. Do I have to change my blog title? Things that make you go hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the earliest picture I have of Greta (the guy not prepared for the camera is Bush- my bestie KeKe's hubs and Mr. Sass's childhood best bud).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304603756792758482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ29AwXVwNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Vz5BKV1wEvg/s200/100_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is one of Little Red when he was just a babe. Seems like yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304603763119346306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ29BH7t0oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7Ipa_IrPg68/s200/100_0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7434838315533379502?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7434838315533379502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7434838315533379502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7434838315533379502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7434838315533379502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZ2-d-kbOZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gEvM8wDvr_w/s72-c/sadie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1000620871691357846</id><published>2009-02-18T10:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:43:55.796-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She had me at beer'/><title type='text'>Beer-y Good Bread</title><content type='html'>Here is a super duper easy and extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt; recipe. This bread tastes just like the &lt;a href="http://www.tastefullysimple.com/Cultures/en-US/Products/BountifulBeerBreadMix155108.htm?CatalogNavigationBreadCrumbs=ClientCatalog%3bBreadsSoupsSides&amp;amp;ShowTop=true"&gt;Tastefully Simple Bountiful Beer Bread&lt;/a&gt;. It is also the only thing in the world that could get my sweet mama to buy beer, which means it must to be good. Thanks for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beer Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3 Cups Self-rising flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;12 oz. can of light beer&lt;br /&gt;1 stick melted butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix dry ingredients together. Pour beer into dry mixture and stir. Pour (dump) mixture into bread pan. Pour stick of melted butter over dough in pan. Bake at 350 for 45-50 minutes. Take out of oven and let sit for 15 minutes. Then flip onto cooling rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1000620871691357846?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1000620871691357846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1000620871691357846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1000620871691357846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1000620871691357846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/beer-y-good-bread.html' title='Beer-y Good Bread'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4668411527716825941</id><published>2009-02-17T15:54:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:56:36.740-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im feeling better already'/><title type='text'>Word of Mouth</title><content type='html'>Little Red has several little cavities. (The dentist didn't actually say they were little, but considering LR's teeth are little I'm gonna call 'em little, k?) Total bummer, I know... The dentist wants to put him to sleep at the hospital to fill them. Shut the front door! I'll just tell you I am still in shock. Can you say second opinion? I'm totally bummed out and have spent alot of time researching opinions and options. I'm taking him to Mr. Sass's childhood dentist in a couple of weeks to see what he thinks. We'll do whatever we have to, but I just can't imagine having to put him under anesthesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, LR was a perfect angel at the dentist. He sat in the chair like such a big boy. Made his GiGi (and his mama) super proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thought this would be the perfect time to remind you of my dental phobia. I am missing 4 permanent teeth (it's hereditary) and spent alot of my childhood in and out of the dentist's office for one thing or another. I also had braces, whitening, the works. Basically, my parents spent a small fortune on my mouth. Thanks, Mom &amp;amp; Dad! However, I have been left with nightmares of my teeth falling out and will not under any circumstances bite into an apple or corn on the cob. I am concerned that some of my dental phobia could be rubbing off on LR, in turn causing him to not take care of his teeth properly. In an effort to get over this, I am going to share some dental humor with you. Just maybe it'll make me feel better. Do you think this is an effective form of therapy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303899843272619106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZs8zmKDtGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/w7zpMz-YAiw/s200/dental.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentists are incapable of asking questions that require a simple yes or no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the dentist of the year get?...A little plaque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303899442062059138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZs8cPiAZoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3xoZDL9QwMM/s200/dentist.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the tooth say to the departing dentist?...Fill me in when you get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A patient asked the dentist, if it wasn’t nasty to be all the day with the hands in someone's mouth. The dentist answered "I just think of it as having my hands in their wallet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my fave... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303899439760038626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZs8cG9KWuI/AAAAAAAAAWI/FhfqEH8q4TQ/s200/funny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4668411527716825941?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4668411527716825941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4668411527716825941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4668411527716825941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4668411527716825941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-of-mouth.html' title='Word of Mouth'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZs8zmKDtGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/w7zpMz-YAiw/s72-c/dental.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1508084918662820928</id><published>2009-02-16T12:58:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:36:25.408-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it makes my teeth hurt'/><title type='text'>So Sweet</title><content type='html'>We had a fabulous Valentine's Day. We went to breakfast together (after LR got me up at 6am, thanks kiddo.) and then rode around and checked out houses and land for sale. We went home and watched movies, chilled and did a whole lotta nothing. Spent some time cleaning &amp;amp; doing laundry. We had Firehouse subs for dinner. Yum-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a looksey at what I got...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303494204548104802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZnL4UJuwmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2DdXvr13bAY/s200/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303494201688240018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZnL4Jf4r5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/JexMRE5e-OU/s200/hoodie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, your eyes aren't deceiving you. That, my friends, is my very own Carhart hoodie courtesy of my sweetie. He's a keeper, I'll just tell ya. I honestly think he is just trying to give me even more blog worthy material...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sass got a t-shirt and tire deflator. Both were purchased at our local off-road store (where we are very good customers as you can imagine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Red got a jeep sticker book, lots of candy and Madagascar 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Little Red's first dentist appointment. GiGi is taking him because she is out of school and I'll admit that I suffer from a severe dental phobia. I may have to confiscate the candy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1508084918662820928?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1508084918662820928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1508084918662820928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1508084918662820928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1508084918662820928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-sweet.html' title='So Sweet'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZnL4UJuwmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2DdXvr13bAY/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3302320935003488997</id><published>2009-02-13T15:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:06:17.764-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXOXOX'/><title type='text'>Makes Scents To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZXtssWefzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8LOnZ-qDEok/s1600-h/vtine.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302405488374087474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZXtssWefzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8LOnZ-qDEok/s200/vtine.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; So true, but I lurve Valentine's Day anyway!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Little Red had a ball at his party yesterday, despite my minor screw up. As we were leaving I went to his cubby and picked up his HUGE bag of candy. On the way out he said, "What's dat smell?" I said, "I dunno, buddy." He responded with "Mmmm...Smells like Candy," all the while eyeing the bag of sweets I was carrying and grinning his bestest grin. Of course I had to give him a sucker for the ride home. What can I say? Guess I'm a sucker, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once in the Yukon, he told me not to buckle him up. I told him he was nuts and that it wasn't safe, plus there was no way I was going to jail. He looked at me as serious as can be and said, "Mommy, Dust go weal slow." Sorry son, that's just not an option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, y'all! I will fill you in on our weekend festivities and what I got for my Valentine's on Monday. You'll never guess where I did my shopping! But you can give it a shot if you want...Stay tuned. XOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302405496539949794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZXttKxXquI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bKxMhlAGNW4/s200/valentine_text_title_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3302320935003488997?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3302320935003488997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3302320935003488997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3302320935003488997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3302320935003488997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/makes-scents-to-me.html' title='Makes Scents To Me'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZXtssWefzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8LOnZ-qDEok/s72-c/vtine.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1245769066645586978</id><published>2009-02-12T12:32:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:27:03.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a loser baby'/><title type='text'>Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZR6aNKi9YI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8_FW3nBOHi4/s1600-h/badmommyaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997251950998914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZR6aNKi9YI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8_FW3nBOHi4/s200/badmommyaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I win! The bad mommy award, that is. I ASSumed that Little Red's school party would be tomorrow. You know, the day of the school week closest to actual Valentine's Day. We arrived this morning, sippy cup and pop tart (don't judge me) in hand. When we entered the building I noticed all the other moms were loaded down with bags of candy and other goodies. My heart stopped for a minute. Like when you forget to study for a big test or show up for a presentation without your notes. I quickly found his sweet teacher and confirmed that the party was in fact today. She nodded and said it starts at 10 o'clock. Shut the front door! I cried inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had all these plans for us to make cute little Valentines and love bug cupcakes, plus I was going to pump LR up about the party and dress him up all cutseyish. Instead, I hightailed it outta there straight to the Piggly Wiggly across the street, where I purchased Valentines, cupcakes &amp;amp; even suckers- to try to make up for being such a bad mama, of course. I sat in the parking lot and filled out the cards and then left everything in the office- like that was my plan all along. I'm pretty sure LR will never know the difference, but I can't help feeling like a total loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1245769066645586978?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1245769066645586978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1245769066645586978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1245769066645586978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1245769066645586978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZR6aNKi9YI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8_FW3nBOHi4/s72-c/badmommyaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-1275925563191168620</id><published>2009-02-11T16:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:01:31.196-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everybody loves a redneck girl'/><title type='text'>You Might Be A Redneck...</title><content type='html'>if your life revolves around a Jeep with huge tires and great big axles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your Homeowners Association notifies you that you can't have trailers (or grease spots) in your driveway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you work for the trailer dealership where said prohibited trailers were purchased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are considering moving because the Homeowners Association is making you nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your hubby's "wardrobe" consists only of Carhart clothing &amp;amp; Justin work boots (he does own a suit for special occasions- he may have worn it a total of 3 times in 5 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your little boy only wants to wear Carhart clothing &amp;amp; Justin work boots to be just like his redneck daddy (his work boots are so cute I can't stand it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you actually own a few pieces of Carhart clothing yourself (in my defense the girls stuff is kind of cute and holds up really well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you spend consecutive New Year's Eves in the mud with the Jeep, great friends and champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your hubby's idea of a romantic Valentine's Day is a picnic on a dirt road while Jeep riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if every holiday is just an excuse to go jeep riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, we are NOT going Jeep riding for Christmas. I do have my limits.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301677850282656290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZNX6lOngiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/NNFoUcgIDt8/s200/100_2582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-1275925563191168620?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1275925563191168620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=1275925563191168620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1275925563191168620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/1275925563191168620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-might-be-redneck.html' title='You Might Be A Redneck...'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZNX6lOngiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/NNFoUcgIDt8/s72-c/100_2582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2004950534487769163</id><published>2009-02-10T11:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:53:44.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bite Me'/><title type='text'>One Tough Cookie</title><content type='html'>Little Red had another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; day at his school, despite the 2 angry looking bite marks on his back. He told me on the way home that "dose kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bited&lt;/span&gt; me." Sure '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; when I went to put him in the tub I found several red marks. This is really no big deal to me (for now). As the parent of a reformed biter I know that this happens. I just hope that (a.) LR does not pick this habit back up and (b.) that this doesn't continue and make him less excited about going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just as excited about school  this morning while we were getting ready. He was once again dressed and sitting at the door waiting on me. Upon arrival, I marched my happy little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt; in and showed the teacher and director the marks. Not because I'm mad, but because *if* he starts biting again, I want them to know that he re-learned it there. His teacher said he never cried and she had no idea that it happened. She said he is fitting in perfectly and loving every minute. He is one tough cookie. He rarely cries over his injuries, which is a good thing since he seems to be clumsy like his mama. They promised to watch more closely and put an end to the biting. I have instructed Little Red to say,  "Please don't bite me" and go tell the teacher if it happens again. I am praying with all my might that the biting habit doesn't return. My how the tables have turned...I have to admit it is much easier being the parent of the bitten and not the biter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2004950534487769163?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2004950534487769163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2004950534487769163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2004950534487769163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2004950534487769163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-tough-cookie.html' title='One Tough Cookie'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3623759749003079603</id><published>2009-02-10T11:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:36:30.870-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i wasnt even drinking'/><title type='text'>Just Call Me Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZG604ZgXlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/p4DX3epeCSw/s1600-h/clumsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301223654047112786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZG604ZgXlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/p4DX3epeCSw/s200/clumsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As athletic as I am I also tend to be a bit of a klutz. I managed to give myself my first black eye this weekend. Yep, I walked straight into the corner of a folding table that was in the back of the truck. Of course I was busy running my mouth and forgot it was back there. And of course it was Mr. Sass's fault for putting it there in the first place. It appears that it hurt much worse than it looks and I am able to cover the bruising with make-up. I also bruised my leg on a toilet and severely paper cut my finger. Throw in muscle achiness from manual labor and jeep riding and I feel like someone beat the tar out of me. I think I need about 3 days of total bed rest and a few cortisone shots. Instead I will suffer through with Motrin, a hot bath and a glass of wine. Mr. Sass says I should tell everyone they should see the other guy. Somehow I don't think the table is feeling any pain, but the piece of cardboard that caused the nasty cut on my finger has seen better days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3623759749003079603?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3623759749003079603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3623759749003079603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3623759749003079603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3623759749003079603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-call-me-grace.html' title='Just Call Me Grace'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SZG604ZgXlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/p4DX3epeCSw/s72-c/clumsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3969239153176500870</id><published>2009-02-09T12:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:16:06.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovin my new layout'/><title type='text'>Working For The Weekend</title><content type='html'>The weekend was wondermous. I had a much needed break and Little Red got to go to the zoo, which he loved. How is it that I was so looking forward to the break (especially after LRs shenanigans in CVS) and once I was gone all I could think about was how much fun he'd be having if he were with us? I was super excited to pick him up yesterday. He was so tired that he slept all the way home and then proceeded to sleep for 2 more hours after we got there. Luckily I was able to get some laundry and cleaning done while he slept. After he woke up, we played, snuggled and played some more. He wouldn't leave my side, which was a-ok by me. I didn't even mind having company in the bathroom. That's a lie, but I just didn't have the heart or the energy to kick him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he kept instructing me to hurry up and get ready so he wouldn't be late for school. Talk about role reversal! This is such a change from me dragging his whining little self to the babysitter every morning with him telling me over and over not to go to work. I'm just hoping he will still love school after the new wears off. Friday afternoon BBop actually had to bribe him to get him to leave the playground when he picked him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to spend some time with Lil Miss Sassypants over the weekend. She is growing up so fast. She will be 13 in August. She is such a beautiful, smart girl. Mr. Sass is going to be beating the boys off with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend should be filled with a whole lot of nothing, which sounds absolutely fabulous to me. We are going to do some stuff around the house and just hang out. Mr. Sass's parents- Nanu and Pop- may be coming for a visit. I guess that means I have to clean my house. Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3969239153176500870?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3969239153176500870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3969239153176500870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3969239153176500870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3969239153176500870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/working-for-weekend.html' title='Working For The Weekend'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-4069589942836092133</id><published>2009-02-06T09:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:56:19.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now that is my kid'/><title type='text'>Spilt Personality</title><content type='html'>LR was an angel at school yesterday. When I got there to pick him up he didn't want to stop playing. I promised him he could come back tomorrow and he was good to go. We had to stop by CVS where LR turned into "that kid." He was terrible. I'm not even going into all the details because I'm pretty sure it would cause my blood pressure to skyrocket. Apparently, he used all of his good up at school and didn't have any left for his poor, worn-out mama. I yanked him up so fast and exited the building. He got to listen to me tell him exactly what I thought about him the entire way home, which was all of 2 miles. I made the most of it. He was exhausted from playing all day, but his behavior was still totally unacceptable. Never ever (over the next few years) will we go shopping again without him strapped securely in the stroller. And that is all I'm gonna say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning went well. My little angel has returned (for now). His BBop will be picking him up this afternoon. Let's hope angel kid is still around (for both their sakes). Mr. Sass and I are heading north for the weekend. After last night, I'm convinced I need a break. I think it will do Little Red some good, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see y'all Monday. It is gonna be a bee-u-tiful weekend. I am looking forward to spending some time in the great outdoors. I'm gonna soak up the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-4069589942836092133?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4069589942836092133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=4069589942836092133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4069589942836092133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/4069589942836092133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/spilt-personality.html' title='Spilt Personality'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7896328770856755827</id><published>2009-02-05T12:19:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:37:45.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thats not my kid'/><title type='text'>Cool Enough For School</title><content type='html'>Little Red started "school" today. Yep, I finally made the decision to start him when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; sitter gave me less than 24 hours notice that she couldn't keep him today. Seriously. Don't even get me started on that. But, you should have seen the look on his face when I told him. He was so excited. He helped me pack his extra clothes, nap mat and pillow. He insisted on taking his back pack. He even went to bed fairly easily because I told him the sooner he went to sleep, the sooner he could go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything went smoothly this morning. He got up and got dressed easily. He even sat at the front door waiting on me. Shocker, I know. When we went to get in the Yukon, he told me he wanted to ride the bus. He even headed toward the sidewalk. I tried to explain that his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; doesn't have a bus, but he wasn't having it. He just couldn't understand why the bus wasn't coming to get him. Eventually I guess he'll realize there is no bus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon arrival, we were greeted by several familiar, smiling faces. This was the daycare that Little Red went to when he was 6 weeks old. Everyone was so excited to see him. I'll just tell ya it was &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; easier to leave him this time. We went to his classroom where he immediately began inspecting the toys and his new friends. He never gave me a second look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called to check on him a few minutes ago. His teacher said, "He is such a good little boy." I hope she was talking about the right kid. In the past I've heard "Wow, he is all boy!", "Gosh, he has so much energy!" and "Man, he is quite a handful.", but never has anyone told me he's a good little boy. I'm so proud, y'all! Guess we'll see how tomorrow goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299390886181775122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SYs37wDOpxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0VtJ6fJP0E8/s200/untitled2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299390886799869778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SYs37yWmB1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/edsFf65gxkc/s200/untitled" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7896328770856755827?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7896328770856755827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7896328770856755827' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7896328770856755827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7896328770856755827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool-enough-for-school.html' title='Cool Enough For School'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SYs37wDOpxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0VtJ6fJP0E8/s72-c/untitled2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-2983072874808088480</id><published>2009-02-04T13:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:57:18.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who knows whats next'/><title type='text'>NOW SHOWING</title><content type='html'>THE CAT IN THE HAT (Dat Cat Movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299033440353558450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SYny1qkwn7I/AAAAAAAAATw/cRntq4dsTJw/s200/cat_in_the_hat_verdvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, Little Red is a creature of habit. He picks a movie he likes and watches it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over til it gets too scratched to watch or I make it magically disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously there has been Finding Nemo (E-mow), Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks (Ivan), Bee Movie(Da Bees), Scooby Doo (Cooby Doo) &amp;amp; some stupid dinosaur movie I don't know the name of, but he calls it Die-Saurs. I have decided to keep you up to date on what we are watching at our house. And yes, I do let him watch (part of) a movie most every night before bed. It is the only way I can get him to wind down. Don't you judge me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-2983072874808088480?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2983072874808088480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=2983072874808088480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2983072874808088480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/2983072874808088480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-showing.html' title='NOW SHOWING'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SYny1qkwn7I/AAAAAAAAATw/cRntq4dsTJw/s72-c/cat_in_the_hat_verdvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-7903679909755672314</id><published>2009-02-04T09:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:34:20.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my little mvp'/><title type='text'>Cuttin Up</title><content type='html'>Everyday is a new adventure in boy land...Last night I took Little Red to get his haircut. We went to Sports Clips because I had a coupon, duh! As soon as we walked in he was in heaven. There was a ginormous TV in the waiting area, team paraphernalia &amp;amp; sports equipment hanging from every available surface and super cute hair stylist chicks at every chair. Sigh. It was every man's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR did so good. He watched football and pointed out every item that had Bama (Roll Tide!) on it. His stylist, Victoria was a super cute, tee-niny red head with NIKE plastered across her tush. LR lurved her to pieces. He smiled, flirted and played with her. She had no problems keeping him still and she did a rockin job trimming his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at the counter paying, LR was sitting quietly in the bleachers watching Sports Center. I might have taken my eyes off him for 2 seconds, tops. All of a sudden he darts past me and runs all the way back to the "Showers," where hair is washed and steamed towel treatments are administered. Just as I made it to him, he climbed in the hair washing chair and managed to turn on the faucet, which blasted a very powerful water stream right in his cute little face. He gave me a horrified and confused look and his lip began to quiver. Seriously, it was all I could do to not fall out in the floor laughing, which means I didn't get a picture. My little drowned rat looked so pitiful, but he totally deserved it and I doubt he'll do it again. I'm not making any promises, though. I was so glad that I had given Victoria a hefty tip. She not only cut his hair, but she also had to mop up the big ole wet mess he made. We made a fast break outta there. That's how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LR watching football intently&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298974098859972690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SYm83iSLWFI/AAAAAAAAATY/R1EI_4MNhwk/s200/PIC-0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pointing out yet another piece of sporting equipment and telling Victoria (with NIKE on her tush) what it's called.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298974100330901218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SYm83nw37uI/AAAAAAAAATo/zGu4HrKq0Zg/s200/PIC-0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brushing the hair off his "blanket"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298974097545872098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SYm83dY3wuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/RIvoS4ezc1U/s200/PIC-0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-7903679909755672314?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7903679909755672314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=7903679909755672314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7903679909755672314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/7903679909755672314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuttin-up.html' title='Cuttin Up'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/SYm83iSLWFI/AAAAAAAAATY/R1EI_4MNhwk/s72-c/PIC-0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-3719414704743966595</id><published>2009-02-03T10:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:08:36.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont jump'/><title type='text'>Adreneline Junky</title><content type='html'>I have always been a bit of a daredevil. I love adrenaline. I love heights. I have been white water rafting, mountain biking and extreme jeep riding. I was a gymnast for over 10 years. Heck, I've been to numerous Alabama Football games and I've given birth. I have never been sky diving, though. I've always wanted to. However, I read this article today and now I am not so sure. This would so happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soldier on 1st skydive leads dying instructor down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By JEFFREY COLLINS, Associated Press Writer Jeffrey Collins, Associated Press Writer – Mon Feb 2, 2:05 pm ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="media " href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/South-Carolina/photo//090202/480/f7d893d2d5d344b48945150fa8cd7151//s:/ap/skydiver_death"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;COLUMBIA, S.C. – Strapped to his dying instructor a few thousand feet from the ground on his first skydive, Daniel Pharr found himself floating toward a house and some trees.&lt;br /&gt;The military taught the 25-year-old soldier not to panic. And TV taught him to pull the toggles on the already-deployed parachute to steer. So Pharr grabbed the right handle and pulled to avoid the house and tugged again to miss the trees, landing safely in a field about a third of a mile from their intended landing spot. Pharr said he wrestled out of the harness binding him to his instructor, George "Chip" Steele, and started CPR trying to save him from an apparent heart attack. Steele was later pronounced dead, but the tragedy could have been worse: Other instructors at the skydiving school told Pharr if he had pulled the toggle too hard, the chute would have spun out of control, and he could be dead, too.    &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/skydiver_death"&gt;The rest of the story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...I would have lost it. I am so glad Daniel was able to keep his cool and land safely, but count me out on skydiving. Maybe I'll just bungee jump instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-3719414704743966595?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3719414704743966595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=3719414704743966595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3719414704743966595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/3719414704743966595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/adreneline-junky.html' title='Adreneline Junky'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-5898854156003516805</id><published>2009-02-02T11:35:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:23:02.801-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lil shopping buddy'/><title type='text'>Shop Til Ya Drop</title><content type='html'>We had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weekend. Little Red spent the nigh with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BBop&lt;/span&gt; Friday night so I could have some much needed me (cleaning) time. On Saturday, Mr. Sass had to work, so LR and I were on our own. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://hoemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KeKe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was in town Saturday on her way to catch a flight to Vegas for work. LR, &lt;a href="http://hoemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KeKe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and I met our newlywed, fresh from the honeymoon friend, Ry, for lunch. Little Red escaped from the fenced in patio and tried to run away. I'm thinking he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; about spending the afternoon with 3 girls trying to stimulate the economy. I wasn't all that worried because I knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whoever&lt;/span&gt; found him would return him. Stat. I just had to make sure he didn't get run over. Once I caught him and gave him a very serious lecture, he promptly gave me a hug and a kiss and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; promised that he would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to his word, he was amazingly well behaved (for a 2.7 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; monster). He sang (quite loudly), tried to grab several (very cute) girls' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hineys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the stroller and inspected every bra in Victoria's Secret. He even tried on lipstick at the Mac store. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- don't tell Mr. Sass&lt;/em&gt;. He must have sensed my need for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;girliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, since he cooperated fabulously. He was rewarded with cookies and comments about his cuteness from various strangers. Others looked horrifyingly as he put bra after bra on his head, but in my defense he was being really quiet and VS was having a killer sale. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said goodbye to Ry and headed home. LR took a whole 15 minute nap and woke up his wild, rip roaring little boy self. He taught &lt;a href="http://hoemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;KeKe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how to play blocks the LR way while I cooked dinner. After a delicious meal I made him go to bed. He was plum worn out and had become a hazard to himself...He told me I was mean, but I was looking out for his safety and my sanity and I was certain that &lt;a href="http://hoemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;KeKe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had enough birth control for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I turned LR over to Mr. Sass. Y'all, I was worn out from all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;momming&lt;/span&gt; (Thanks, AB). I am battling a cold or allergies or I don't know what. I rested and made a Target trip. The boys watched the Superbowl and did other boy stuff. I painted my nails and folded laundry. And then the weekend was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-5898854156003516805?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5898854156003516805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=5898854156003516805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5898854156003516805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/5898854156003516805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/shop-til-ya-drop.html' title='Shop Til Ya Drop'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2229911144108028369.post-8897029205874158007</id><published>2009-01-30T09:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:46:01.290-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty humor'/><title type='text'>I Got Jokes</title><content type='html'>This cracks me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on the bus when you suddenly realize ... you need to pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gass&lt;/span&gt;. The music is really loud, so you time your gas with the beat. After a couple of songs, you start to feel better as you approach your stop. As you are leaving the bus, people are really staring you down, and that's when you realize, you have been listening to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bwahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! Now, that's funny- I don't care who you are. I guess all the boys in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hizzie&lt;/span&gt; are rubbing off on me and 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade potty humor is cracking me up. Either that or its Friday and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;delirious&lt;/span&gt;.  Happy Weekend, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2229911144108028369-8897029205874158007?l=sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8897029205874158007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2229911144108028369&amp;postID=8897029205874158007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8897029205874158007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2229911144108028369/posts/default/8897029205874158007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-jokes.html' title='I Got Jokes'/><author><name>Sassy Cass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01041283136169349807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR0tQWQU4wU/Sd-V-22LdlI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uLVWzpGI7gk/S220/IMG_1249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
