<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:28:00.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All those girls!</title><subtitle type='html'>Poor Daddy is surrounded by girls!  Between the two of us, we have four girls.  This is our life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-111418374686557498</id><published>2005-04-22T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:32:25.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's happened. According to the GAL, C1 (age 5) is lying, likely at her mother's coaching. She claims they sleep on the floor in the hall when they are here. Now it's possible that she meant the Ks sleep on the floor, and it was misconstrued, as that is the truth. However, I'm more inclined to believe that she was coached to lie about it. The fact is, my girls curl up in sleeping bags, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/111418374686557498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/111418374686557498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111418374686557498' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-111360110065596670</id><published>2005-04-15T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:38:20.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have a court date!!!!  May 27 @ 1:30 p.m. we go to court with the guardian ad litem, to determine if C gets standard visitation.  Our main goal here is that we have vacation time with the C-girls, which currently is not in effect in any way, shape or form.  I'm so excited!  And now I have a deadline for getting the attic done, too.  We want the GAL to get out here and see our third bedroom, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/111360110065596670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/111360110065596670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111360110065596670' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-111169949223374379</id><published>2005-03-24T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:24:52.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose I should have read my other posts first, so I could update THOSE, eh?  Well, we didn't get the financing on the house for which our offer had been accepted, so that fizzled quickly.  We had a lead on another house, 3BR, potentially 4BR, which needs lots of work, but it seems to have fizzled, as well.  They wanted us to rent for a year, then finance, which is fine, except that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/111169949223374379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/111169949223374379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111169949223374379' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-111158937371055298</id><published>2005-03-23T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:49:33.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're reading this, you'll be a bit out of my brain loop, but bear with me.  Two years ago, two tumors/masses were discovered in my thyroid.  That's all the background ya get! LOLI had a dye scan a couple of weeks ago, and there were no cold or hot nodules - that's a good thing.  I'm on a thyroid drug - Armour Thyroid - which may or may not shrink the masses.  However, I can't get in to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/111158937371055298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/111158937371055298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158937371055298' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-110710085292995001</id><published>2005-01-30T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T11:00:52.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm told I need to update my blog, so here goes.We went to court on Friday, but again... nothing was accomplished.  The magistrate was too busy talking about his own personal problems, and did nothing more than say that the GAL was to continue his investigation.  Fortunately, the GAL took advantage of both parents (C and the ex) being there, and pulled them both into a room to talk with them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/110710085292995001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/110710085292995001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110710085292995001' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-110387852779323270</id><published>2004-12-24T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:55:27.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is such a horrible time of year for Christmas lovers.  Too much hype followed by a huge letdown within hours of Christmas morning!  I spent most of yesterday in tears, and I do hope it's only due to the holidays. However, I know a portion of it is due to a major crackup I had yesterday, too - aside from online, I have no friends.  How awful is that?  I read the other day, just on the cover</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/110387852779323270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/110387852779323270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387852779323270' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-110139857574781608</id><published>2004-11-25T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T11:02:55.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't remember the last time I wrote, and didn't bother to look, so maybe I'm duplicating something, I don't know.  And frankly, I don't care, either.C's girls are here for half of today's holiday.  Naturally, as usual, they showed up in the same clothing that is always on them when he picks them up.  I have never hated the NC Panthers so much, and all because I see that sweatsuit three times</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/110139857574781608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/110139857574781608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139857574781608' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-109967724959963210</id><published>2004-11-05T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:59:15.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where do I start? Let's see, C's ex is up to her old shenanigans, lying (or sleeping?) her way through the system. We had a hearing - or rather, the attorneys went into a room with the magistrate - on October 25. The results of that hearing were that I am banned from doing anything with the C-girls, unless it is during scheduled parenting time with their father/my husband.The GAL was told to do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109967724959963210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109967724959963210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109967724959963210' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-109967913529962011</id><published>2004-11-05T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:25:35.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Young K's father called today - shock #1.  To tell me his mother had passed away - shock #2.  That her dying wish (other than to see K, which nobody bothered to call and let me know), was for her son to make everything right, that K could see her husband/K's gpa - shock #3.  I haven't spoken to this guy since summer of '03.Ok, so first I have to verify that any of this is true, because I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109967913529962011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109967913529962011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109967913529962011' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-109647268818732968</id><published>2004-09-29T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T10:51:39.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mommy has a friend. She's such a sweet girl, always there for me, ready to listen and/or share my joys and sorrows. She even gives kisses:More pictures of my Ali-cat are here: http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeAsmzJw2cNnXgAli is a five-toed tortoise-shell kitty, about 14 weeks old, who sleeps with me every night, hangs out with me while I work at the computer (usually on my shoulder -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109647268818732968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109647268818732968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109647268818732968' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-109397707965437842</id><published>2004-08-31T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T13:31:19.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C's ex has filed MORE identical motions - doesn't she ever figure it out?  And it just costs her (and everyone else) more and more emotional upheaval (if not more money).  What a dunce she is.The first motion listed this time is "An Order establishing child support..." - um, duh, it's BEEN established, idiot, for several months.  You just can't accept the fact that the magistrate stopped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109397707965437842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109397707965437842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109397707965437842' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-109351953178792518</id><published>2004-08-26T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T06:25:31.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is our baby's birthday!  Our youngest little C is three years old today, and we're looking forward to doing lots of special things with her.But first we have to combat the ruination her mother has planned.When C and I dropped off the girls last night, he inquired as to which 1/2-day time he would have them tomorrow to celebrate C2's birthday.  His ex-mil stated that the girls' mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109351953178792518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109351953178792518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109351953178792518' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-109268410308538634</id><published>2004-08-16T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:21:43.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The GAL was here today, our second one appointed, because the current motions duplicate those filed previously, and the other GAL withdrew himself from the case for that reason.It went very well, I think.  He walked through, asked what the issues were, and I offered him the copy of the motions C's ex filed.  The GAL looked at the papers, smiled and shook his head, and said he has no problems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109268410308538634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109268410308538634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109268410308538634' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-109106544689379244</id><published>2004-07-28T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:44:06.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the past week, I've noticed that my almost-5yo sings to herself often.  And it isn't toddler-type songs, either, but rather, it's stuff we hear on country radio, which is the majority of our listening pleasure. Now, she does have a preference, which she made note of several months ago, and which got her a Martina McBride CD of her own this past Christmas.  However, it is only lately that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109106544689379244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109106544689379244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109106544689379244' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-109052266391066567</id><published>2004-07-22T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:57:43.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm told that I'm remiss in updating my blog, so here goes!C and I got married on July 2, with the K-girls in attendance.  We finally gave up on waiting for a day when we "knew" we'd have all the girls, since we never really know for sure whether we're going to have the C-girls or not.We went to court on July 1, as scheduled, only to have the new GAL to do as he'd said:  request a continuance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109052266391066567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/109052266391066567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109052266391066567' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-108826273297467654</id><published>2004-06-26T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T10:12:12.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had our meeting with the new GAL yesterday. He met with C's ex first, saying as we walked in that he'd done so, so "she had first crack at me".  What a way to start off the meeting.The first words out of the man's mouth were, "Why aren't you working?" to C.  Ummm... excuse me, but that isn't why we're here.  C, however, did answer him, saying that he was working with local CSEA, going in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108826273297467654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108826273297467654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108826273297467654' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-108778352080747604</id><published>2004-06-20T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T21:05:20.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had such a nice weekend with all four girls.  I helped them all make decorated paper plates for him.  They wrote their names in the center, and decorated with colored pasta pieces and coffee beans, stickers and colored pencils. They had fun, and the only one I helped at all was C2, who'll be 3 in August.  She just couldn't quite get her glue spots and her pasta pieces lined up, LOL.Yesterday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108778352080747604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108778352080747604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108778352080747604' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-108544267956821556</id><published>2004-05-24T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T18:51:19.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my, oh my, oh my. Upon receiving orders that he was re-assigned to our court case, the guardian ad litem who's been overseeing the children's welfare on this case for over a year has asked to be removed from it all.His motion states, "...the current motion before the court raises substantially the same issue to which this GAL has already rendered an opinion. As a result one or more of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108544267956821556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108544267956821556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108544267956821556' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-108437198976141255</id><published>2004-05-12T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T09:26:29.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, new blogger. Not sure what I think yet, though I like the idea that there are more templates from which to choose.I had the fire chief come out on Monday and do a new, updated fire inspection of the house, so we wouldn't run into "but that was 6 months ago" in court. The chief was more than willing to help, and even took a copy of our fire escape plans to put in our file at the firehouse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108437198976141255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108437198976141255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108437198976141255' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-108393543901641327</id><published>2004-05-07T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T08:15:26.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Should I laugh, or cry? What I want to do is belt her just once, and wipe that smug "princess" look off her face.Charlie's ex is on her third attorney since they got divorced over a year ago.  This one is quite expensive - I should know, I've talked with her regarding my own case in Florida, and couldn't afford her in a million years, unless I hit the lotto! LOLWe just received two motions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108393543901641327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108393543901641327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393543901641327' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-108307928341299654</id><published>2004-04-27T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T10:25:37.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please tell me that I'm not the sole source of income for my local veterinarian! If one more animal in this family gets injured... *sigh*On Friday, it was Blue, our 6mo black kitten. His eye was swollen shut. C took him to the vet, and for $50 (not bad, actually!) we found that he has a corneal abrasion, and were given an antibiotic for his eye. The cat's just thrilled, but at least we can see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108307928341299654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108307928341299654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307928341299654' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-108190638014297542</id><published>2004-04-13T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T20:36:55.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, what is she up to now?!? C's ex called me yesterday to tell me that he'd just left her house, and that, as much as she hated to be the one to tell me, he was cheating on me - with her. I wasn't sure if I should laugh out loud or not! To make quite a long story short, C's only mistake was in not telling me she'd called him to come over (an emergency, she said), right after she'd called him. He</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108190638014297542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108190638014297542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108190638014297542' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-108119653605351495</id><published>2004-04-05T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:26:00.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This woman just makes me laugh!!  I don't know if it's the right medication, the sunshine and coming of spring, or her continued shenanigans and childish demands, but C's ex-wife just makes me laugh so darned hard sometimes! She called to see if he was here alone, having stated that she "won't come see the house while she's there". So he told her K1 would be getting home in a few minutes, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108119653605351495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108119653605351495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108119653605351495' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-108112550668085918</id><published>2004-04-04T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T19:42:09.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dare I say it? I think we may have, finally, come upon the type and dosage of medication that I require for regular hormonal balance in my brain!  The last few weeks have been just so nice.  I feel more at balance, more at peace, more in tune with everything.  I'm not as quick to snipe, and even when I do, I'm over it in very short order.  I'm almost happy-go-lucky again.Or maybe it's just that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108112550668085918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/108112550668085918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108112550668085918' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107946961848436371</id><published>2004-03-16T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:43:35.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, this is just so funny, I had to post it!So we're having a winter storm today, schools are canceled, kids are home, etc.  C is out on the roads (against my wishes, mind you), and calls to see what I think about him calling his ex to see if he can pick up the girls for parenting time tomorrow, instead of tonight.  He's thinking the roads are just too bad, and he doesn't want his kids on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107946961848436371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107946961848436371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107946961848436371' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107836027763638558</id><published>2004-03-03T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:34:16.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, crossroads, don't ya just love 'em?  I'm at one, and I'm thinking they aren't my friends just now.Background:  C's friend, B, went through a divorce a couple of months ago.  Without wifey's income, B didn't feel he could afford the house (which was to be put on the market with a 50/50 proceeds split) on Jan. 1.  Why that didn't happen, I don't know, but it didn't.  He also felt he could not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107836027763638558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107836027763638558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836027763638558' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107810442070983264</id><published>2004-02-29T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:29:55.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, I feel I should update my "home situation" real quick.  After chatting with an acquaintance at a skating party on Friday, I determined that the best thing for me to do would be to become completely self-sufficient.  I looked up all sorts of schooling information, called about a home for rent (which I know I can't do right away, but it made me feel good to know I was doing something), and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107810442070983264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107810442070983264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810442070983264' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107810376954860671</id><published>2004-02-29T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:21:50.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Incredible weather today.  A tad over 60*F, beautiful, warm sunshine, a not-so-cold breeze... almost heavenly.The girls played outside all day, without jackets!  I accomplished quite a bit in cleaning out some walking space in the shed (by placing garage sale items outside, to be covered with tarp for the next month).  I picked up old square blocks from the demolished garage and put them in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107810376954860671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107810376954860671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810376954860671' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107774634574913616</id><published>2004-02-25T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:57:33.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I did it.  I cleaned out the basement.  One has to understand that I don't have a finished basement.  As a matter of fact, the entire basement is dirt, except for two small concrete slabs, one approximately larg enough to hold a chest freezer, and the other half that size.  Not to mention the fact that if a person is over 5'6" tall, that person has to duck to walk in all but a small portion</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107774634574913616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107774634574913616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107774634574913616' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107729109732310560</id><published>2004-02-20T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T10:35:19.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Journal time! C's ex-wife hasn't called since (1) she asked that I not be there at court because "it's none of her business", (C told her I would go, b/c I knew the ins and outs and big words that he didn't), and (2) during a visit with the C-girls, he noticed that C1 was constipated and in pain, yet her grandmother was forcing milk on her.  He wanted me to look up that kind of thing online, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107729109732310560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107729109732310560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729109732310560' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107728963356126001</id><published>2004-02-19T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T10:09:56.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well now.  Angel just im'd me and I realized I hadn't deleted my last post out of blog and stored it in Word, where it should have been to begin with.  Now that I've read your responses, though, I have to say that maybe I did post this where I should have.  Sometimes it's unbelievable to realize that I have more support around the world (literally!) than I do in my own family, all within a 20-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107728963356126001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107728963356126001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107728963356126001' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107663462380454872</id><published>2004-02-12T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T20:12:55.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I've managed to do it again.  I have screwed up my life, and this time, my girls' lives and messed with two other little girls' heads, as well.  Leave it to me.There will be no wedding in July.  Charlie can be the sweetest, most considerate guy... IF I'm the woman he wants me to be.  Unfortunately, I'm not that woman.See, I have a temper.  I get angry.  I get upset.  I get moody.  I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107663462380454872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107663462380454872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663462380454872' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107653026928611241</id><published>2004-02-11T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:13:39.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just journaling to get my mind on track.........C's ex-wife has been calling quite often lately, and being just too sticky-sweet, so we can't help but wonder what's going through her tiny little head.There is a possibility that she will show up while we are visiting with his girls tonight at his mother's house.  I just pray that there isn't a scene in front of the kids.  They don't need it - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107653026928611241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107653026928611241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107653026928611241' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107533789422876220</id><published>2004-01-28T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T20:00:24.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, wow, up and down visit with the C-girls today. C2 (age 2 1/2) wasn't feeling her best, so mostly ignored me the first 2 hours we were there.  C1 (age 4) was exceptionally shy this time around, so I left well enough alone and just huddled in a corner while the rest played.  It hurt, but what could I do but give them space and time?In addition, I hate the thought that play time is dictated, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107533789422876220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107533789422876220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533789422876220' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107520649004695213</id><published>2004-01-27T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T07:30:19.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grrr, schools irritate me!  Friday and Monday, schools were closed.  Today's just as bad, except ice instead of snow, and there are two schools open in our little world - and one belongs to one of my kids.  Snow days are there for a reason - USE THEM!  Today is just supposed to get worse as the day goes on - typical winter and winter storms here this time of year - and if I hear of any bus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107520649004695213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107520649004695213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107520649004695213' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107520604468008326</id><published>2004-01-26T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T07:26:43.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My, oh, my, who is this man to whom I am engaged?  I have to say that Charlie has turned into a new man since last week when he made the decision to take the plunge.  Suddenly he's more secure, and it's no big deal for me to go somewhere on my own, or to go out with a friend for the night.  His words when I asked if he minded going out with my matron of honor Friday evening:  "I go out with Bill.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107520604468008326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107520604468008326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107520604468008326' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107343452214087947</id><published>2004-01-06T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:15:41.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhh, some pretty new colors, nice soothing ones that I like to see often.  Reminds me of ocean sunsets (don't ask why, it just does).You know what?  Men are jerks.  No, it's not a new revelation to me, but it's being reinforced BIG time tonight.  So the other day, C says he prefers if I don't just take off to do errands, etc., but to perhaps ask if he wants to go along, or do you mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107343452214087947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107343452214087947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343452214087947' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107342082306842383</id><published>2004-01-06T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T15:27:22.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After making three calls to the GAL yesterday and today, we finally have an appt for the home inspection!  Next Tuesday at 11:00 a.m., we'll find out if he thinks we have suitable sleeping arrangements for our C-girls.  Charlie and I have several solutions for the "problem" his ex seems to think exists, so I don't foresee a problem.  Again, they're only here for four nights per month.Of course,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107342082306842383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107342082306842383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342082306842383' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-10728266925970959</id><published>2003-12-30T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T18:26:35.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooooooh, that woman is driving me CRAZY!!!! Charlie called his ex-mil to check on what time he can see the kids tomorrow.  She starts going on about how the girls are still sick, and she has so many errands to do tomorrow, including taking them to the dr.  Charlie says, well hey, the dr's office is less than 1/2 mile from my place, why don't you stop here so they can have their Christmas presents</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/10728266925970959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/10728266925970959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10728266925970959' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107282327099003646</id><published>2003-12-30T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:28:08.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My, oh my, I think the Shout Out feature finally worked for me!  Although the Klink Family website mentioned something about them moving to a new server soon, so I don't know how long it will last.  In the meantime, it's never worked for me before now, so I'll just enjoy it while it lasts.Myssy and Dawn were here for a few hours this afternoon, and we had such fun.  Went to the mall, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107282327099003646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107282327099003646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107282327099003646' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107279687007163480</id><published>2003-12-30T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T10:08:07.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day, another day.  I had a breast ultrasound yesterday for five palpable masses the midwife felt.  Two black spots showed up.  I forgot to ask how big they were, but it's enough to know they're there... I'm a wreck.  It helps to know that my maternal grandmother had fibrocystic breasts, but it still makes me pretty nervous.  I really just didn't expect to see anything there at all.  After</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107279687007163480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107279687007163480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279687007163480' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107238536812920119</id><published>2003-12-25T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T18:28:18.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Charlie got to spend four hours with his girls yesterday.  I'm jealous, but so happy for him.  I cannot believe the change in C2 in just 5 months.  Her hair is almost double the length it was, and several shades lighter.  She's just beautiful, and I can't wait to wrap my arms around her again.  It was such a joy seeing C1 a week ago, but hey, I'm not ashamed of being greedy - I want 'em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107238536812920119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107238536812920119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238536812920119' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107229553479628560</id><published>2003-12-24T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T18:29:23.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charlie called his ex-mother-in-law yesterday to see if perhaps she'd like to come over here, see the place... then of course, I could see the girls, too.  He never got to ask.  She immediately started in with how sick everyone had been, one of the girls even to the ER (why wasn't he called?!?), and now she's sick, too.  She'd been "putting off calling because I didn't want to break your heart; I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107229553479628560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107229553479628560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107229553479628560' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226008.post-107184239123190724</id><published>2003-12-19T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T18:32:59.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was posting so many of my thoughts on the October 99 Playgroup at The Parent Perspective, I figured I should start up my blog again.  There's just so much going through my head, that I think I'll just type as I think.  It's likely not to make much sense to anyone but me, but I don't care :)So anyway, last night was incredible.  Seeing C1 after 5 months was a joy I can't describe.  I thank God</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107184239123190724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226008/posts/default/107184239123190724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassngirls.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107184239123190724' title=''/><author><name>cassie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
