Last night, Squirt (who had a late nap) was driving me crazy. It was 9pm and he kept coming out of bed to tell me things. Finally, he asked for the dog to come in. I told him to let him in and then please go to bed.
About 15 minutes later I was turning all the lights off and noticed that he had left the back door standing wide open. I closed it, locked it and turned off the light. I then went to make sure the boys where covered and all that. Imagine my surprise to find Squirts bed empty. I checked the playroom, I checked my room and then had the thought: "Oh my gosh, the door was open, he was probably out there" I could just imagine him screaming outside because I turned the light out. So I go open the door, flip the light back on and listen. No one is crying. So I step out, quietly call his name. No answer.
Okay. Back inside. My house is not that big. There are only a few places he could hide and he is not in any of them. So I start searching places that I know he couldn't really fit, but what else could I do? I'm checking bathtubs, under blankets, under beds, in the dryer. I'm tearing things out of closets, I'm starting to imagine him dead because he found some random poison I didn't even know I had. And I'm screaming his name at the TOP OF MY LUNGS!
And the whole time I'm praying like crazy. And asking the dog: Where is Squirt????? The dog kept jumping up on the couch and looking at me like I was an idiot. But there was nothing on the couch, so I moved on.
So I grab a flash light and head outside. Surely he must have fallen and cracked his head and he's laying bleeding somewhere and he can't respond to me. But I can't find anything.
So I head back inside. I'm about to call Hubbie at work. Not that he could do much but give me a clear thought. Because the front door is locked, all the windows are locked and if he had gone outside, he couldn't get out of the yard. So he has to be here somewhere and I really needed to hear that from someone else. I stop to say one more of the most fervent prayers I have ever said. And then when I raise my head I see one of the couch cushions move.
I tear across the living room, rip off the back cushions and find Squirt just staring at me. He's small enough that he fit behind the cushion and put it back in place to where I couldn't even tell it had been moved. No wonder the dog was looking at me like I was an idiot. He was thinking: He's right there, moron! He looked kindof scared, after all I had been screaming his name.
He says: Mommy, I can't sleep. I wanted to play Hide-&-Seek.
And I bust into tears. And I couldn't stop. And then I prayed twice as many times in Thanks that he wasn't dead.
The kid is such a booger.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Have you ever needed your kids to go away for a night, just so that you'll like them again when they come back?
Call me a bad mom, if you must, but my kids have been whiney, cranky, quick to scream/fight/punch each other (or me), tired, bored, etc... I could go on and on. So it was off to Grandma's they go.
I had the best night. I went to dinner with my husband and actually got eat my meal while it was still warm. That hasn't happened in a while!
Anyway, the next day they come home. I'm happy to see them, they are happy to see me. They are excitingly telling me all that they did. And then started the "Mom, I want a snack"'s that make me crazy. Grandma had just informed me they both pigged out at breakfast, so I told them they had to wait (it was, after all only 8am) and then started the whining, cranky, bad attitude boys I had sent away just the day before.
Squirt tells me "Grandma had orange juice! we have to have orange juice... I want orange juice... I WANT ORANGE JUICE" you get the picture.
Grandma told me Little Man ate 2 scrambled eggs, 1 pancake and a glass of orange juice for breakfast (this is the kid that whines about having to eat anything) I asked him why he doesn't eat that good for me, to which he replied "Well, I love Grandma"
If that doesn't warm your heart I don't know what will.
Call me a bad mom, if you must, but my kids have been whiney, cranky, quick to scream/fight/punch each other (or me), tired, bored, etc... I could go on and on. So it was off to Grandma's they go.
I had the best night. I went to dinner with my husband and actually got eat my meal while it was still warm. That hasn't happened in a while!
Anyway, the next day they come home. I'm happy to see them, they are happy to see me. They are excitingly telling me all that they did. And then started the "Mom, I want a snack"'s that make me crazy. Grandma had just informed me they both pigged out at breakfast, so I told them they had to wait (it was, after all only 8am) and then started the whining, cranky, bad attitude boys I had sent away just the day before.
Squirt tells me "Grandma had orange juice! we have to have orange juice... I want orange juice... I WANT ORANGE JUICE" you get the picture.
Grandma told me Little Man ate 2 scrambled eggs, 1 pancake and a glass of orange juice for breakfast (this is the kid that whines about having to eat anything) I asked him why he doesn't eat that good for me, to which he replied "Well, I love Grandma"
If that doesn't warm your heart I don't know what will.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Have you ever had any crazy food aversions while pregnant?
Currently mine is Hamburgers, (among other things- hamburgers is the worst though)
I can't think about them, be near them, drive by them, etc... It's bad.
The other day we were *attempting* to play outside. (It was 7pm and still 110 degrees) and all of the sudden I start smelling Hamburgers, my next door neighbor was BBQing them. I puked in the nearest bush and begged my kids to go inside.
Of course because of this, my kids have never wanted them more. They beg for them all the time, so Hubbie BBQ'd some the other day and the smell was everywhere. I had to leave. I said I was going to the store, but I went to Taco Bell and enjoyed a nice, quiet (burger free) lunch all by myself. I'm not gonna lie, it was kind of glorious.
So what were yours and how did you deal with them?
Currently mine is Hamburgers, (among other things- hamburgers is the worst though)
I can't think about them, be near them, drive by them, etc... It's bad.
The other day we were *attempting* to play outside. (It was 7pm and still 110 degrees) and all of the sudden I start smelling Hamburgers, my next door neighbor was BBQing them. I puked in the nearest bush and begged my kids to go inside.
Of course because of this, my kids have never wanted them more. They beg for them all the time, so Hubbie BBQ'd some the other day and the smell was everywhere. I had to leave. I said I was going to the store, but I went to Taco Bell and enjoyed a nice, quiet (burger free) lunch all by myself. I'm not gonna lie, it was kind of glorious.
So what were yours and how did you deal with them?
Friday, July 17, 2009
How does the baby come out?
How do you explain this to a 3 year old?
Little Man has never once asked me that question. (Although he watched Free Willy 3 the other day and at the end they show a Whale having a baby and he was watching with a kind-of terrified, but can't look away type of look on his face.) Yet he still didn't ask.
Now Squirt on the other hand, asks me everyday. As if my answer yesterday was not good enough. At first I didn't know what to say, but with both boys I've had C-Sections, and at least that isn't as graphic.
This was our first conversation on the matter:
S: Mommy, how the baby come out?
M: UHHHHHHHH... Well when you were born they cut mommy's tummy and took you out.
S: (Through tears) No mommy, i no want them to cut you, it will hurt
M: Oh, but they'll give me medicine, I'll be fine. I'll just have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days.
S: (Now down right crying) No mommy, i will miss you. Who take care of me?
M: Well, maybe Grandma Dial can come stay with you and she'll take care of you
S: (Instantly brightening) Grandma Dial come? Okay mommy, they can cut you!
So some days he comes over a little sad and out of no where says something like "Mommy, I no want them to cut you"
And other days out of no where he says something like "Mommy, they can cut you!"
I guess it depends on how much love he's feeling that day?!
Little Man has never once asked me that question. (Although he watched Free Willy 3 the other day and at the end they show a Whale having a baby and he was watching with a kind-of terrified, but can't look away type of look on his face.) Yet he still didn't ask.
Now Squirt on the other hand, asks me everyday. As if my answer yesterday was not good enough. At first I didn't know what to say, but with both boys I've had C-Sections, and at least that isn't as graphic.
This was our first conversation on the matter:
S: Mommy, how the baby come out?
M: UHHHHHHHH... Well when you were born they cut mommy's tummy and took you out.
S: (Through tears) No mommy, i no want them to cut you, it will hurt
M: Oh, but they'll give me medicine, I'll be fine. I'll just have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days.
S: (Now down right crying) No mommy, i will miss you. Who take care of me?
M: Well, maybe Grandma Dial can come stay with you and she'll take care of you
S: (Instantly brightening) Grandma Dial come? Okay mommy, they can cut you!
So some days he comes over a little sad and out of no where says something like "Mommy, I no want them to cut you"
And other days out of no where he says something like "Mommy, they can cut you!"
I guess it depends on how much love he's feeling that day?!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Today my pants won't button...
I'm mean really?!? Is this fair? I'm only 9 weeks along.
But a friend told me about the Bella Band. Have you heard about this? It's basically like a spandex sleeve. You wear it over your waistband of your pants, it will hold them in place so you can wear them unbuttoned. Then when you are huge at the end, it will add extra support and it's supposed to help you fit back into those pre-pregnancy jeans quicker after you have baby. And it just looks like your wearing an undershirt.
I picked one up yesterday (at Target, $16.99) and totally needed it today. NOT FAIR.
I went to the Dr this week. I had Ultrasound #3 (my insurance company is just going to love me) but baby is still there and still doing good. When I had my first ultrasound they found a tear somewhere and it looked like I was bleeding internally. That's comforting isn't it? I can't even tell you what it was, he was using way to many technical terms. 2 weeks later it was still there, and this week he could see where it was but thought that it looked like it had healed. Good thing. "Taking it easy" is not easy when you have 2 kids!
But a friend told me about the Bella Band. Have you heard about this? It's basically like a spandex sleeve. You wear it over your waistband of your pants, it will hold them in place so you can wear them unbuttoned. Then when you are huge at the end, it will add extra support and it's supposed to help you fit back into those pre-pregnancy jeans quicker after you have baby. And it just looks like your wearing an undershirt.
I picked one up yesterday (at Target, $16.99) and totally needed it today. NOT FAIR.
I went to the Dr this week. I had Ultrasound #3 (my insurance company is just going to love me) but baby is still there and still doing good. When I had my first ultrasound they found a tear somewhere and it looked like I was bleeding internally. That's comforting isn't it? I can't even tell you what it was, he was using way to many technical terms. 2 weeks later it was still there, and this week he could see where it was but thought that it looked like it had healed. Good thing. "Taking it easy" is not easy when you have 2 kids!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Early Morning Fun
When Squirt woke up this morning (way too early) I heard him go into the bathroom and then I heard him call out "Daddy, there a bug in here."
I hear hubbie go in the bathroom and then say "UGH!! Squirt, what did you do?"
To which I hear a sweet little voice reply "Well, I pee'd on it, but it kept walking"
Yup, Squirt decided that if he pee'd on the bug (on the floor of the bathroom) then maybe it would die. Only after it didn't, did he call in reinforcments. And only after the reinforcments had stepped on it barefoot did he disclose the pee all over the floor.
Good fun.
I hear hubbie go in the bathroom and then say "UGH!! Squirt, what did you do?"
To which I hear a sweet little voice reply "Well, I pee'd on it, but it kept walking"
Yup, Squirt decided that if he pee'd on the bug (on the floor of the bathroom) then maybe it would die. Only after it didn't, did he call in reinforcments. And only after the reinforcments had stepped on it barefoot did he disclose the pee all over the floor.
Good fun.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Black River
I've been meaning to upload these pictures for a month now, better late than never!
About 6 hours east of us is the beautiful White Mountains of Arizona. It's so nice because you leave the heat and city and the madness behind you and you enter Cool Wheather and Pine Trees. There is this little turn off that we take and you drive a good 12 miles on dirt road and then you come to this:
and this:
One of the fun things we did was hike back to Horse Springs. It's probably a good mile off the road, it's a natural spring, that is probably at least 100 years old. Someone took a hollowed out log and drilled a pipe into the ground and clean, pure, mountain spring water flows all the time on it's own.
Here the boys are tasting the water. It was so good, it was almost sweet!
While we were hiking we let Cooper off of his leash and let him just run around. But once we got to Horse Springs he started freaking out. He was skittish and sniffing everything. He looked freaked out. He obviously knew something we didn't, so the boys (& Dad) started looking around for tracks or any sign that an animal was close and this is what we found:
It's kindof hard to tell from the picture, but that is a 6 inch paw print. It looked totally fresh and pretty deep, meaning what ever made it was probably a pretty heavy animal. We didn't stick around long after that. It was really beautiful and so green back there though. It was worth the hike!
Wish I could super-impose Little Man in there somehow.
The boys did alot of fishing and they both caught one with the help of dad. Hubbie caught a ton. We fried a couple up and they were delicious. Even Little Man was brave and tried some. He liked it, but didn't want more, Thank you.
Hubbie brought this fish back, it had claw marks in it and even had what looked like probably a tooth mark. Poor thing had probably fought for it's life to get out of a bears hands, only to end up in our frying pan.
Hubbie brought it back and put it in this bucket. Meanwhile Squirt is talking to it. Saying things like this fishy is my friend, and hello fishy. So I tried to take him away when Hubbie was going to kill it. But instead he says "Daddy, you gonna kill the fishy? Awesome!" And he sat and watched with too big a smile on his face. I'm gonna have to seriously watch this one!
We saw alot of wild life, which was very nice for the boys. We saw a mom and 2 baby deer. They were just across the river from us, and probably 100 yards up the mountain, they really blended in, but once we found them they never left the whole week we were there. I guess that was where they lived. We also saw a wild turkey, an eagle catch a fish out of the water, and a mother duck with about 12 babies swimming behind her. One time me and the boys went hiking up the side of the mountain. When we reached the top we heard what sounded almost like a baby crying. I'm thinking it was a baby deer? Squirt was insistent that we go "rescue" it. I was insistent that we leave. I didn't want to get to close.
We also celebrated Little Man's 6th birthday while we were there. We sent him on a scavenger hunt around camp looking for his presents, which he had a blast doing. Then we went into town later to get him some ice cream (and ice for the ice chests) It's a little hard to celebrate when your camping, but I think he still had a nice day. Unfortunatly, I didn't get any pictures of that.
I included a slide show, so as not to bore you with the rest of the pics. Enjoy!
About 6 hours east of us is the beautiful White Mountains of Arizona. It's so nice because you leave the heat and city and the madness behind you and you enter Cool Wheather and Pine Trees. There is this little turn off that we take and you drive a good 12 miles on dirt road and then you come to this:
and this:
One of the fun things we did was hike back to Horse Springs. It's probably a good mile off the road, it's a natural spring, that is probably at least 100 years old. Someone took a hollowed out log and drilled a pipe into the ground and clean, pure, mountain spring water flows all the time on it's own.
Here the boys are tasting the water. It was so good, it was almost sweet!
While we were hiking we let Cooper off of his leash and let him just run around. But once we got to Horse Springs he started freaking out. He was skittish and sniffing everything. He looked freaked out. He obviously knew something we didn't, so the boys (& Dad) started looking around for tracks or any sign that an animal was close and this is what we found:
It's kindof hard to tell from the picture, but that is a 6 inch paw print. It looked totally fresh and pretty deep, meaning what ever made it was probably a pretty heavy animal. We didn't stick around long after that. It was really beautiful and so green back there though. It was worth the hike!
Wish I could super-impose Little Man in there somehow.
The boys did alot of fishing and they both caught one with the help of dad. Hubbie caught a ton. We fried a couple up and they were delicious. Even Little Man was brave and tried some. He liked it, but didn't want more, Thank you.
Hubbie brought this fish back, it had claw marks in it and even had what looked like probably a tooth mark. Poor thing had probably fought for it's life to get out of a bears hands, only to end up in our frying pan.
Hubbie brought it back and put it in this bucket. Meanwhile Squirt is talking to it. Saying things like this fishy is my friend, and hello fishy. So I tried to take him away when Hubbie was going to kill it. But instead he says "Daddy, you gonna kill the fishy? Awesome!" And he sat and watched with too big a smile on his face. I'm gonna have to seriously watch this one!
We saw alot of wild life, which was very nice for the boys. We saw a mom and 2 baby deer. They were just across the river from us, and probably 100 yards up the mountain, they really blended in, but once we found them they never left the whole week we were there. I guess that was where they lived. We also saw a wild turkey, an eagle catch a fish out of the water, and a mother duck with about 12 babies swimming behind her. One time me and the boys went hiking up the side of the mountain. When we reached the top we heard what sounded almost like a baby crying. I'm thinking it was a baby deer? Squirt was insistent that we go "rescue" it. I was insistent that we leave. I didn't want to get to close.
We also celebrated Little Man's 6th birthday while we were there. We sent him on a scavenger hunt around camp looking for his presents, which he had a blast doing. Then we went into town later to get him some ice cream (and ice for the ice chests) It's a little hard to celebrate when your camping, but I think he still had a nice day. Unfortunatly, I didn't get any pictures of that.
I included a slide show, so as not to bore you with the rest of the pics. Enjoy!
Friday, July 10, 2009
People, I'm Dying Here...
Help, I'm dying. I'm just sure of it.
I'm trying to convince myself that this baby has to be a girl, because I never felt this HORRIBLE when I was pregnant with the boys.
Horrible. As in throwing up 3...4... sometimes even 5 times a day. Saltine crackers don't help. Have you ever thrown those up? They are dry going down and just as dry coming up. It's bad.
Smells make me sick. I can't wash dishes, I can't take out the garbage, I can't even open the fridge, I can't even kiss my 3 year old good morning (hubbie knows to use mouth wash before even coming near me)...
I'm irritable and don't even think about touching me.
I do realize that these things are normal. I'm not suffering any worse than anyone else has. I just want to document it, so that in 2 years or so when I have that crazy itch to have another baby, hubbie can point me in the direction of this post and remind me that I NEVER WANT TO DO THIS AGAIN.
I'm trying to convince myself that this baby has to be a girl, because I never felt this HORRIBLE when I was pregnant with the boys.
Horrible. As in throwing up 3...4... sometimes even 5 times a day. Saltine crackers don't help. Have you ever thrown those up? They are dry going down and just as dry coming up. It's bad.
Smells make me sick. I can't wash dishes, I can't take out the garbage, I can't even open the fridge, I can't even kiss my 3 year old good morning (hubbie knows to use mouth wash before even coming near me)...
I'm irritable and don't even think about touching me.
I do realize that these things are normal. I'm not suffering any worse than anyone else has. I just want to document it, so that in 2 years or so when I have that crazy itch to have another baby, hubbie can point me in the direction of this post and remind me that I NEVER WANT TO DO THIS AGAIN.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
My brother Bryce, pointed out that:
So here are a few of the crazy and insightful things my children have said/done/thought about having a new baby.
I didn't want to tell the boys that I was pregnant until I actually knew there was a baby in there. (The pain and sadness Little Man felt last time ((2 years ago/ectopic pregnancy)) was heart breaking and I didn't want that to happen again) anyway, my doctor was awesome and got me in for an ultrasound in 3 days. It was funny because at that point it hadn't even developed into a baby yet, you could see the sac and the yolk. But it was there and that's all that mattered.align="left">
Little Man + Squirt + Crazy Pregnant Lady = Great Blog Stories
So here are a few of the crazy and insightful things my children have said/done/thought about having a new baby.
I didn't want to tell the boys that I was pregnant until I actually knew there was a baby in there. (The pain and sadness Little Man felt last time ((2 years ago/ectopic pregnancy)) was heart breaking and I didn't want that to happen again) anyway, my doctor was awesome and got me in for an ultrasound in 3 days. It was funny because at that point it hadn't even developed into a baby yet, you could see the sac and the yolk. But it was there and that's all that mattered.
Anyways... the day before I went in for the ultrasound Squirt came up to me and said "Mommy, you have a baby in your tummy?" I didn't want to lie to him but I didn't want to tell him either at this point. So I said something to the effect of... "How... what... why... Did somebody tell you that?" "No" "why do you say that?" "Because you do!" And he walked away. When I showed him the picture the next day and told them that I was having a baby, he just looked at me like "why are you telling me this, I know that." It was crazy weird.
So imagine my concern when a few days later he told me there were 2 babies in my tummy. Talk about freak out mode. But I've since had a 2nd ultrasound, and there is only 1. HUGE WEIGHT LIFTED OFF MY SHOULDERS. (See I made the foolish comment about a year ago, that I think my body can only handle one more pregnancy so if I'm meant to have 4 kids, the Lord better send twins. That comment kept flowing thru my mind until that 2nd ultrasound!) He is now telling everybody who will listen that he's going to have a baby Sister, and so I'm just gonna go with that and keep my fingers crossed.
Well I showed Little Man that 2nd Ultrasound, which had developed into an actual baby, and told him that the baby was about the size of a blueberry. And Little Man says to me: "Wait mom, if the baby is only this big (holding up his fingers) then why are you so fat?" CLASSIC! I just told him I wanted to know the same thing, how can you get mad at the simple truth that they see?
All in all though, the boys are so excited. Squirt talks to the baby all the time, including trying to undress me in the middle of church to give the baby a kiss. He knows it's going to be a sister and they have some very interesting names that they think we are going to call the baby. Little Man is thrilled but a little embarrassed to talk to my "fat." I can't wait until they can actually feel the baby move. That might make it a little more real to them!
Monday, July 6, 2009
There's gonna be a new baby in the fam...
because...
My brother Bryan and his wife Adrienne are having a baby. Isn't that the coolest?? I hope they have a girl. For some reason I just see them having a girl, and they have the cutest name picked out if it is. My boys are super excited to have more cousin's. That makes grandbaby #4 for my parents! I'm so excited for them to start this greatand terrible journey they call parent hood. I'm so excited for them. Congrats guys, I love you!!
Oh.... sorry... did you think I was going to tell you I was having a baby?? Ha Ha Ha Ha
Had you goin there for a split second didn't I??
Okay, actually I am pregnant too. I'm due in Feb 2010. Enjoy!
My brother Bryan and his wife Adrienne are having a baby. Isn't that the coolest?? I hope they have a girl. For some reason I just see them having a girl, and they have the cutest name picked out if it is. My boys are super excited to have more cousin's. That makes grandbaby #4 for my parents! I'm so excited for them to start this great
Oh.... sorry... did you think I was going to tell you I was having a baby?? Ha Ha Ha Ha
Had you goin there for a split second didn't I??
Okay, actually I am pregnant too. I'm due in Feb 2010. Enjoy!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
All I have to say is...
Learn some 'net'iquette!
There was this girl I taught in primary when she was 8, I was also her Achievement Day leader from 10-11. I had to pick her up almost every week, she knew my kids, knew me, we had a good little relationship. They moved away in the last year. She is now 12 (and probably just barely 12 at that). Her brother recently found me on facebook (he's maybe 16?) so while looking at his profile I found her and requested her to be my friend.
Now, I'm definatly thinking 12 is way to young to be on facebook, and especially with this girl, and maybe it's because I still see her as a little girl. Anyway, I digress...
Imagine my surprise, when instead of saying "Jane Doe excepted you as a friend..." I get a personal message saying "I DO NOT KNOW U DO NOT SEND ME CRAP"
Okay, here is what I have to say about that. Yes she's 12 and probably has to be super careful of who she excepts as friends, I would hope that her parents even keep an eye on her on facebook, (which I highly doubt happens). Also, she did not know me by my first name, nor my maiden name which I also include on there. Also, my picture is not a real close-up and it's me and hubbie, so not the best. Still though, all she would have had to do is click on me, thinking who the heck is this? see that we had friends in common and think, hum do i know this person? Or she could have asked her brother, who we share as a friend.
I also know I could have written her back and explained who I am, but I really don't care. I was just shocked by the rude response sent to me. And it's bothered me. I'm not upset that she didn't accept me. I'm glad to know that she is cautious in who she lets see her profile, but really I think she needs to learn some 'net'iquette.
That's all I have to say about that.
There was this girl I taught in primary when she was 8, I was also her Achievement Day leader from 10-11. I had to pick her up almost every week, she knew my kids, knew me, we had a good little relationship. They moved away in the last year. She is now 12 (and probably just barely 12 at that). Her brother recently found me on facebook (he's maybe 16?) so while looking at his profile I found her and requested her to be my friend.
Now, I'm definatly thinking 12 is way to young to be on facebook, and especially with this girl, and maybe it's because I still see her as a little girl. Anyway, I digress...
Imagine my surprise, when instead of saying "Jane Doe excepted you as a friend..." I get a personal message saying "I DO NOT KNOW U DO NOT SEND ME CRAP"
Okay, here is what I have to say about that. Yes she's 12 and probably has to be super careful of who she excepts as friends, I would hope that her parents even keep an eye on her on facebook, (which I highly doubt happens). Also, she did not know me by my first name, nor my maiden name which I also include on there. Also, my picture is not a real close-up and it's me and hubbie, so not the best. Still though, all she would have had to do is click on me, thinking who the heck is this? see that we had friends in common and think, hum do i know this person? Or she could have asked her brother, who we share as a friend.
I also know I could have written her back and explained who I am, but I really don't care. I was just shocked by the rude response sent to me. And it's bothered me. I'm not upset that she didn't accept me. I'm glad to know that she is cautious in who she lets see her profile, but really I think she needs to learn some 'net'iquette.
That's all I have to say about that.
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