<?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-4013830733938172802</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:44.949-07:00</updated><category term='nothingness'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>The Drama Barn</title><subtitle type='html'>Crazy Country Living from a Mommy of two!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MommaStewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10781336335412700813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjSsTn8TkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OojSs8pCUNg/S220/735067661207_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013830733938172802.post-5992329027697318463</id><published>2008-11-03T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:05:18.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am down to only one more OB apt. and then we have baby # 2. Harold and Gracie came to the doctors with me today so they could hear the heart beat. I wasn't expecting Gracie to care but she did! When my doctor started to move the wand across my belly Gracie said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;" and then when the heart beat came on she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gently&lt;/span&gt; put her hand on my belly. It was a really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; moment. I think she knew something was in there somehow. I know she is young but she is so in touch, she loves to play with my belly. Harold taught her to call me big belly and it make me smile everytime ( only comming from her). Eight days left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013830733938172802-5992329027697318463?l=dramabarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5992329027697318463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013830733938172802&amp;postID=5992329027697318463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/5992329027697318463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/5992329027697318463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-down-to-only-one-more-ob-apt.html' title=''/><author><name>MommaStewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10781336335412700813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjSsTn8TkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OojSs8pCUNg/S220/735067661207_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013830733938172802.post-8862981818116461583</id><published>2008-11-02T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:53:44.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy to see daddy</title><content type='html'>Gracie and I usually are home alone in the evenings as that is when Harold is at work. Today he worked a different shift and was home in time for dinner. Gracie and I were already at the table when he pulled in the drive. I said daddy's home and she light up. But her true feelings over took her as he walked in the door calling her name. She started bouncing in her booster seat and screaming with joy. It made Harold smile a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; daddy smile. I love my family and wouldn't trade them for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013830733938172802-8862981818116461583?l=dramabarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8862981818116461583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013830733938172802&amp;postID=8862981818116461583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/8862981818116461583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/8862981818116461583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-to-see-daddy.html' title='Happy to see daddy'/><author><name>MommaStewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10781336335412700813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjSsTn8TkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OojSs8pCUNg/S220/735067661207_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013830733938172802.post-8073685965547426184</id><published>2008-11-01T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:11:22.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be doing homework</title><content type='html'>I used to get online &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; night and go straight to work on my school work. Then I really got into email, and then a website called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moneysavingmom&lt;/span&gt;.com and now my blog. So before I ever get any work done I spend three hours playing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; doing basically nothing. So around 1 AM I finally get school work done and call it a night. While this is so not productive it is a lot of fun. I am happy to report that I have ten days left until we have a new baby around the house. I am SO ready to not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; anymore. I forgot how awful you feel the last few weeks. Getting up off any chair, bed, floor is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; so is driving,  peeing, sex, anything but eating and sleeping is out of the question. I walked about four miles last night with Gracie and some friends for trick or treating and I felt it today. I felt like my belly was a rock and my legs concreted to the floor. okay enough stalling better do some work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013830733938172802-8073685965547426184?l=dramabarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8073685965547426184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013830733938172802&amp;postID=8073685965547426184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/8073685965547426184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/8073685965547426184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-should-be-doing-homework.html' title='I should be doing homework'/><author><name>MommaStewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10781336335412700813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjSsTn8TkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OojSs8pCUNg/S220/735067661207_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013830733938172802.post-7064098581785002395</id><published>2008-10-30T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:12:13.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUH</title><content type='html'>Harold and I have been invited to a very formal wedding with required black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attire&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to have a fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fanciful&lt;/span&gt; evening without what will be kids and just enjoy my dashing looking husband. As Harold was reading the invitation I said that I had nothing to wear and needed to start looking through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clearance&lt;/span&gt; racks now. Harold gave me a look and said not to be in a hurry. I started in on my speech as to women take so long on to find a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;outfit and why it was important&lt;/span&gt;.....He stopped&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me mid way through, patted my 9 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; belly and said to wait until after I have the baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013830733938172802-7064098581785002395?l=dramabarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7064098581785002395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013830733938172802&amp;postID=7064098581785002395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/7064098581785002395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/7064098581785002395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/duh.html' title='DUH'/><author><name>MommaStewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10781336335412700813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjSsTn8TkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OojSs8pCUNg/S220/735067661207_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013830733938172802.post-6039823453376536119</id><published>2008-10-30T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:10:17.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingness'/><title type='text'>Carmel Apples</title><content type='html'>I was trying to be a Marth Stewart wife and make carmel apples for my husbands coworkers at Starbucks. I didn't read a reciepe, how hard can it be. So I melted the carmel and for some reason thought I needed to put a little oil in the pot with it. After dipping my first apple into my melted carmel I realized that there is more to making carmel apples than carmel and apples. And I really should not have used any oil. All the carmel just rolled off the apple and wouldn't stick because of the oil. Now we are eating apples on a stick just for fun. Now Harold has yet another kitchen blunder to poke fun at me with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013830733938172802-6039823453376536119?l=dramabarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6039823453376536119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013830733938172802&amp;postID=6039823453376536119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/6039823453376536119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/6039823453376536119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-could-get-into-this.html' title='Carmel Apples'/><author><name>MommaStewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10781336335412700813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjSsTn8TkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OojSs8pCUNg/S220/735067661207_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013830733938172802.post-77229037364077849</id><published>2008-10-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:53:59.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingness'/><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>This is my first post ever on my very own blog that my lovely sister created for me. According to her I am not computer savvy enough so this was my jump start. Well I am doing this instead of homework..that is what I do best these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013830733938172802-77229037364077849?l=dramabarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/feeds/77229037364077849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013830733938172802&amp;postID=77229037364077849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/77229037364077849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/77229037364077849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>MommaStewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10781336335412700813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjSsTn8TkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OojSs8pCUNg/S220/735067661207_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013830733938172802.post-1537273413396314929</id><published>2008-10-29T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:40:57.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Question of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjYPzYlzxI/AAAAAAAAABA/oOC0mRTq048/s1600-h/761161287107_0_ALB-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjYPzYlzxI/AAAAAAAAABA/oOC0mRTq048/s320/761161287107_0_ALB-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262693930585411346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY PEOPLE DOES IT TAKE TO GET A PREGNANT WOMAN'S SHOES ON HER?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013830733938172802-1537273413396314929?l=dramabarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1537273413396314929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013830733938172802&amp;postID=1537273413396314929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/1537273413396314929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/1537273413396314929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day'/><author><name>MommaStewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10781336335412700813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjSsTn8TkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OojSs8pCUNg/S220/735067661207_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjYPzYlzxI/AAAAAAAAABA/oOC0mRTq048/s72-c/761161287107_0_ALB-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013830733938172802.post-5064488624575481999</id><published>2008-10-29T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:54:17.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEANER!</title><content type='html'>&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/4013830733938172802-5064488624575481999?l=dramabarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5064488624575481999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013830733938172802&amp;postID=5064488624575481999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/5064488624575481999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013830733938172802/posts/default/5064488624575481999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramabarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/beaner.html' title='BEANER!'/><author><name>MommaStewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10781336335412700813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVj4AaO2g/SQjSsTn8TkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OojSs8pCUNg/S220/735067661207_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
