<?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-2089497263336677313</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:12:17.774-06:00</updated><category term='new job'/><category term='work'/><category term='toilet'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Rachel's Rants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748893222877196578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukgKC5n4VA0/Sq8AnRU3gBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9fEkdR5H39w/S220/DSC01599.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089497263336677313.post-6253812646933777183</id><published>2009-10-18T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:23:59.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><title type='text'>The Things Kids Do....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so it 11 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oclock&lt;/span&gt; PM and Ella still is not sleeping. Not really paying attention to her while watching TV I yell for her to see where she went. Hoping that she went in our room and crawled in bed with Tony and is sleeping..............WRONG! Here she comes in the living room and her hair is all wet. Lots of things are running through my head like how did just here hair get wet and is water all over the floor in the bathroom and how big of a mess did she just make. I ask her "Ella why is your hair all wet. How did your hair just wet?'' She told me that she was hot....(my house is cold like always 69 degrees) and that she got her hair wet. I asked her how and she side daddy turn the bath tub on. I know that tony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get up and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; hear any water on. After asking her again she then told me that she put her head in the TOILET!!!!!! Are you kidding me ........ no she is not. Needless to say here we are at 11.20 and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt; is in the damn bath tub..............I really want to pull my hair out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089497263336677313-6253812646933777183?l=meinharts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/feeds/6253812646933777183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-kids-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/6253812646933777183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/6253812646933777183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-kids-do.html' title='The Things Kids Do....'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748893222877196578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukgKC5n4VA0/Sq8AnRU3gBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9fEkdR5H39w/S220/DSC01599.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089497263336677313.post-6881169619196058312</id><published>2009-10-18T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:52:51.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma won again!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So today the girls and I went out to Grandma Jansens. As Were getting out of the car and walking up to the house grandma's coming out on the phone repeatedly asking for Emma. I was like shes about ten minutes behind us coming with mom why whats wrong. At the same time we were pulling up grandma got a call that Emma Meinhart won the Massey Harris quilt the Harvest Fest in pic-villie. That makes the second thing she has won intwo weeks. She won a savings bond at the church breakfast two weeks ago. I won the quilt at the breakfast so thats 2 quilts we won. Go us. Do I need to buy a lottery ticket.....maybe. The crazy thing about Emma winning is that the drawing was for people all over the state. Since the quilt is a Massey Harris and thats grandpas favorite and we are john deere people we are going to give it grandpa for christmas.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089497263336677313-6881169619196058312?l=meinharts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/feeds/6881169619196058312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/10/emma-won-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/6881169619196058312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/6881169619196058312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/10/emma-won-again.html' title='Emma won again!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748893222877196578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukgKC5n4VA0/Sq8AnRU3gBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9fEkdR5H39w/S220/DSC01599.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089497263336677313.post-7285788391128743137</id><published>2009-10-01T11:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:10:39.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new job'/><title type='text'>Work Work &amp;  more Work----Emma birthday</title><content type='html'>So I started this new job on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; I am super excited still am but now the 3rd day and I am working from home (office is getting worked on) and I brought work home with me last night and worked on it for almost 4 hours. I have a huge dead line to meet with some stuff and lots of things have to get approved by the big boss in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt; and the legal before it gets the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT HAPPENED TO STARTING A NEW JOB  AND EASING INTO IT! I feel like have been going a hundred miles a hour since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday I felt like I only got to hold/rock/play with Elaina for like a hour total. I hope this is not how it is going to be all the time. I do like what I am doing and who my boss is but dang I have not worked in town for 3 years.  On top of that i am suppose to only be 3day a week...........lets see if I get a call from Chicago tomorrow. The boss is back there and I still have a couple things to take care of before he get back on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also little miss Emma is turning 6 tomorrow it is so hard to believe. What do I get a 6 year old who has major &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;..........no, I better get here something or we will have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;melt down on our hands. anyway Happy Birthday Emma Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089497263336677313-7285788391128743137?l=meinharts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/feeds/7285788391128743137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/10/work-work-more-work-emma-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/7285788391128743137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/7285788391128743137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/10/work-work-more-work-emma-birthday.html' title='Work Work &amp;  more Work----Emma birthday'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748893222877196578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukgKC5n4VA0/Sq8AnRU3gBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9fEkdR5H39w/S220/DSC01599.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089497263336677313.post-5048962994948633972</id><published>2009-09-23T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:50:26.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things just fall in you lap.....</title><content type='html'>So I know that right now lots of people are looking for a job and while I was not look for one one just happen to fall in to my lap. It all happened in a matter of three days. I am really excited about it. I will be working for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BN&lt;/span&gt; National Trail&lt;/strong&gt; located in Newton. It is a office job nothing special but still to be getting back into the swing of things is exciting. I will start out just 3 days a week then go to full time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BN&lt;/span&gt; National Trial is the company that bought National Trail &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bio diesel&lt;/span&gt; and is putting up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bio diesel&lt;/span&gt;  Plant in Newton. I worked for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NTB&lt;/span&gt; when I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; with Ella and since then I have just been helping Tony. Granted I will miss running the combine this fall but that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I cant wait I start &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;..............wish me good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089497263336677313-5048962994948633972?l=meinharts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/feeds/5048962994948633972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-things-just-fall-in-you-lap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/5048962994948633972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/5048962994948633972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-things-just-fall-in-you-lap.html' title='Some things just fall in you lap.....'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748893222877196578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukgKC5n4VA0/Sq8AnRU3gBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9fEkdR5H39w/S220/DSC01599.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089497263336677313.post-4755752495133596553</id><published>2009-09-21T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:37:21.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty training sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so it 10pm and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; walking around the house shutting all the light off when i smell something. Like a shitty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diaper&lt;/span&gt; but i cant find it and no the trash does not need taken out. So I'm checking and I come to Stella and that is where it is coming from. After she went to sleep she shit in her pull up. I am thinking "Damn It" not i have to change her while she is sleeping. Keep in mine that she just turn 3 and we are not potty trained yet. She has no interest in it. We were doing great about 2 months ago and it just fell apart. I am so tired of buying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diapers&lt;/span&gt; for 2 kids and changing double &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diapers&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone with any ideas please help &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unless&lt;/span&gt; your willing to change shitty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diapers&lt;/span&gt; then come on over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089497263336677313-4755752495133596553?l=meinharts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/feeds/4755752495133596553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/09/potty-training-sucks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/4755752495133596553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/4755752495133596553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/09/potty-training-sucks.html' title='Potty training sucks'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748893222877196578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukgKC5n4VA0/Sq8AnRU3gBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9fEkdR5H39w/S220/DSC01599.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089497263336677313.post-6486127271675103450</id><published>2009-09-13T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:36:12.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are birthdays so much work?</title><content type='html'>So today was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ella's&lt;/span&gt; birthday..................I wish that one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; there could be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing to do. Do day started out like every other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; at 7 a.m. We have to start that early to even try to make it to 10 o'clock church. So tony leave to go feed pig never makes it back till after nine. By the I am pissed off because I have gave all four girls a bath, washed and fixed hair, packed the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diaper&lt;/span&gt; bag making sure to have snack for everyone, and showered. He then wonders why I am not ready and i have the girls clothes all laid out and not on them, because if the get ready any sooner than 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; before we leave they will  get dirty. And yes I am one of those crazy people who dress their kids to match so if one outfit gets dirt then everyone has to change. Anyway I still have to blow dry my hair and finish getting my self dress while helping him which makes me want to pull my hair out. So them while he drives to church I am in the front seat pulling on makeup. Then to top it all off Fr. Joe is walking in church while were looking for a parking space...........screw it not making 10 and off to 10:30 church. After all that one would feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; resting right ...............nope off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sandy's&lt;/span&gt; 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party, good time but not relaxing cause my wonderful girls can get in to anything. Then off to home to clean the house before everyone comes over for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ella's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. And yes my house is a wreck after the drop and go, running around before church. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;westendorf's&lt;/span&gt; all come over have cake and ice cream &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt; gets some nice gifts n then they leave. Again another mess to clean up. By the time that that is all done it is 10 o'clock. I wouldn't change it for the world but i just wish everything was not on the same day and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;So Happy 3rd Birthday Ella!!!&lt;/strong&gt; And for everyone who doesn't know i again have to children who are the same age for two months. Those slip ups will get up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2089497263336677313-6486127271675103450?l=meinharts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/feeds/6486127271675103450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-birthdays-so-much-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/6486127271675103450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2089497263336677313/posts/default/6486127271675103450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinharts.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-birthdays-so-much-work.html' title='Why are birthdays so much work?'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17748893222877196578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ukgKC5n4VA0/Sq8AnRU3gBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9fEkdR5H39w/S220/DSC01599.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
