tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56359142011-10-21T07:18:08.007-07:00<b> "The secret to life, is knowing that beauty and wisdom can be found in the simplest of moments." </b>The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.comBlogger2071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1158069065860560282006-09-12T06:47:00.000-07:002006-09-12T06:51:05.873-07:00

I never manage to post! Eek. School is back in full swing and I think I am more exhausted then summer vacation. 3 kids, 3 different start & end times, 3 kids....Is it Christmas vacation yet? ugh, I can't believe I said that. Hubby is in MN for a "school" of sorts for the week. I want a "school" that lets me have a king size bed all to my self. Well , obviously, I'd skip the school part and just

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I wish I had someone who lived somewhere just far away enough to count as "near by"I wish I had someone who lived someplace fun or at least perhaps peaceful. Maybe on a lake. Yet with air conditioning. Someone/someplace I could just pack up my creatures and head off for no particular reason. I kind of do. There is a place on the river. BUT that throws out the peaceful part. HMMM, Missouri river

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Let's see if I remember how to babble coherently. School is only in for 2 more days. I am in the process of filling a dumpster full of house crap in order to survive in my home longer.Hmm. In the last year....The Princess has gotten glasses.Hubby is in need of glasses according to the eye doctor today (from a Princess eye poke almost a year ago)Not sure I can have Hubby in glasses. Could be

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I AM: My kid's mommieI HAVE: A good life.I WISH: I could be a neat freak.I HATE: That I don't always appreciate my good life.I FEAR: Losing someone I love.I WONDER: what my life would've been like sometimes.I REGRET: Not having more time to myself.I LOVE: My husband and my kids and my dog.I ALWAYS: Need a nap.I AM NOT: Having any more babies.I DANCE: Really badI SING: In the car, also probably

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I know it used to set upon my shoulders, but it's missing.After 3 weeks with the lost cell phone, it magically appears under the fridge. Only to be put thru the f'n washing machine today. No, I am not smart enough to have insurance on it or I woulda got a new one when it started having kid drool defects.I give up. Yet again. On trying to survive the day.Oh yeah, Princess SuperModel's pictures are

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Wow, is it March already? Time flies without a life! I have mixed feelings on March, thrilled cause it means SPRING yet it's a rerun of February. Same day same date kinda thing, and when you mix that with doing the same things on the same days on the same dates, you get something really stupid to blog about.I have discovered it's time consuming to have to online movie lists. Hubby signed up for

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After browsing everyone else's Valentine posts I knew ever so many would be pondering just what went on in Deranged Land! Well, we took the "mominit" in for a prevacation oil change! AND piled into the "dadit" (there's no in, cause there aint no room IN it) Woohoo! Then we got heart-shaped pizza's to go and came back home for our Hearty dinner...heart pizza and heart cake with heart sprinkles!

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Ok, so I thought I'd just skip a post this month to see if anyone would notice. But racing mind needed a space.I stumbled on a webpage that sends you "inspirational" mothering "tips". This one is so obvious, yet I hadn't ever thought of it quite like this. Even with swapping horrid parent stories from our youth with Hubby. Vow to always remember this is your childrens one and only childhood.

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1107176311257217772005-01-31T04:56:00.000-08:002005-01-31T04:58:31.256-08:00

Yeah, so it was in Iowa, not Nebraska where the girls actually were, Playing with their ducks. And it was only Taco Johns on the way back in from Des Moines. More later, when I am awake.

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Wait patiently for 11:30 to arrive to take YoungOne to school. Hurry off to ...Spend 1 1/2 hours in the land of Wally. Price scamming. Unload available funds from 3 different shopping cards (the last of which I wasted 20 minutes trying to get fixed cause it didn't work yesterday but was told it would work at the registers, fyi dumb bitches at Sams Club, it didn't...) Waste 10 minutes in line

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Hurts to look at. Hurts to be. Hurts to comb. Hurts when I let it out of it's out of date hair clippie. Hurts cause it's so F'N gray. Hurts from static shock. On with the boredom! Would it be easier for one to want to watch my KIDS or my DOG? I thought I had my Des Moines thing all planned. THEN I changed it thinking that it'd just be easier to drop the kids off in Grizweird and then pick them

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Ok! So apparently today was "de-lurking" day. I confess, I am a lurker. I never hardly comment cept on occasion to those I know & love in reality. But it being a new year, I left a comment on one of my favorite spots to lurk WouldaShoulda She SO cracks me up. AND is why I know that Target Therapy is a national cure for boredom. Not just the people I know. People I don't know do it, and not even

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Christmas Vacation must end! Snow days are not allowed to drag it on! Though it did provide me with overhauling the living room. No more hole of crap the kids toss behind the couch when I tell them to pick up. No more bookcase of doom in the hallway to knock crap off of. No more stacks of magazines, bills etc set on top of anything tall enough to keep the kids from screwing with it. One room

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I am gunna eat you now K? 

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Spotty & his buddy Scratchy 

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Hard to believe something so CUTE is so ONRY! 

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CHEEZE!! 

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Totempole of Terror! 

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One last shot by the tree! 

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1104728865301425102005-01-02T20:47:00.000-08:002005-01-02T21:28:44.416-08:00

I think I need to ditch the pink. How bout new PINK? I need a new look. Here and at home. I also came upon the knowledge (enlightenment?) that having New Year's Day as a wedding anniversary has many blessings. Yes, we can never claim to have "forgotten" it. But I also decided it is like starting each year of our marriage with a clean slate so to speak. Bad things or arguements (though far & few

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Ok. Wrapping. List comparing to what I have to wrap. Totally lost. I thought I bought something. It's on my list that I bought it. I can only find something similar (aka for the other child) but NOT what I wrote on my list for the intended child. So did I really buy it? I tried to check online, no help, the order itself has already been deleted. Crap. Do I tear apart the house, looking for

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Try our new improved fast acting.... Contagious Acute Gastrointestinal Infection (viral)! Only touch, look at or cook for those you really want to have this Holiday joy. Insert total sarcasm anywhere here now. Still suffering from immense guilt and sadness at the loss of my only Christmas tradition. NO, not making my friends painfully ill. How does one make up for such a thing. Off to join the

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1103643422501590682004-12-21T07:31:00.000-08:002004-12-21T07:37:02.503-08:00

Apparently I have caused the Cookie Tossin' Outbreak. Everyone I know has come down with the hurls and "other". I am afraid I will be rejected next year for the cookie fest. Despite Lysol and Pinesol and cleaning doorknobs and whatnot. I feel horrible. I am so sorry guys, if it is indeed all my fault. If the germies are still alive I guess I get to knock off the inlaws. So there is a perk. Just

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Congratulations! You are Lynette Scavo, theex-career woman who traded the boardroom forboredom, mixed with moments of sheer panic asthe mother of four unmanageable kids. Which Desperate Housewife are you? brought to you by Quizilla

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Today I hosted my first all girl function...It was the utmost fun! I do believe...and if I may say so myself. I have some wonderfully baking (& not so baking)pals! Long live the the cookie sickness bags & champagne! Who knew! That's alot of !!!'ing. I also had several HOURS in a row, without my children! Hanging out with GROWN-UPS (ok, and a beautiful fetus & a couple OTHER people's children)

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To eradicate a less than stellar day of mominit and a mile long to do list. At last count 6 Kisses hasn't done it. Maybe an IV. Maybe a sledgehammer. Maybe a charming trip to the store for cookie creating supplies. Or better yet, a GIANT Mt Dew and then that shopping. Now for what store....one that sells lots of duct tape & coal. Cause that's what these demons are getting. Unless they give me

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OlderOne has now joined the ranks. More laundry. I am now OUT of PineSol. Low on bleach (which I had just bought) and SO out of patience and nursing/mothering skills. I have Neosporin in my nose to prevent ME from acquiring this mother killing sickness. Armed with Lysol and Germ-X off to battle the rest of the day. Oh yeah, coasters are finished, cause pukey faced kids lay around alot. So

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Nope I didn't win the big $171 mill. Not even close, trust me, those I love would indeed be house shopping and hitting some far away retail therapy'ing with me. No, I did however get $20 in FREE scratchies in the mail. Hence winning $23 (& 3 free tickets one earning $1 more) So $24! Woohoo, I bought me a wallet at the purse party in addition to my new cute little wintery/Christmas'y red cordoroy

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In 2005 I would like to avoid all hospitals. NO giving birth, no sick kids, no ER visits, no friends & no family illness's. The Princess has the same infection as my boys did. So far, we have been able to keep HER outta the hospital. However...Hubbykins decided we had to meet our year end quota. Why? I don't know, cause I had plans? Anyway, I go to run to help my mom write out some things, I

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You know some people are huggy. Some are not. Hubby's family for whatever reason likes to hug (perhaps to cover the fact that they are not loving people to start with.) Don't get me wrong, I hug my Hubby and I hug my kids. I hug those I haven't seen in a long time. But other hugging seems forced. The hug for comfort to those who are sad or grieving. The hug of congratulations. I don't know. Call

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God why do I have to come home! Not quite Charlie Brown, but a good time none the less! Damn many flavors of cinnamon jelly beans. Damn wine headache. Damn rain. Damn home & responsibilities. Yeah! Friends! Yeah! That same damn wine! Yeah! At least it wasn't snow! Today I sit and wait for the boys to leave again. The Princess is far less onry without her mentors. Maybe a little Christmas

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1101312037843066172004-11-24T07:59:00.000-08:002004-11-24T08:01:14.900-08:00

You Are the Cranberry Sauce A little sweet, a little sour - you've got the flava! Though, you do tend to squish in people's mouths... What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?

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I should just accept it. In my life, no days off, burnt mac & cheese along side technically burnt cookies. That's me. I was blessed with a purse party & can hardly wait until December for the next. Yea, can you see my whole budgeting thing went out the window before it ever got started! I am so swearing off Wal*ly World. I realize I am the typical family of 5 there with my weekly $100+

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My tummy ache has finally stopped. Thanks so much to Froggy & Nutti for the all you can stand shrimpie fest. Older One enjoyed his leftovers for dinner tonight. So far I smell good. I got my Ralphie's Romance (which I naughtily took back to a store that sounds very similar to my last name and exchanged the "set" (you know the bath gel & lotion & perfume...)for a single bottle AND my Delicious Be

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I'm Mind-Numbingly Boring!Take Just How Interesting Are You? today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.

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My big girl! Wonder what the hell she is thinking there? 

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Princess as a Ballerina complete with PINK pail! I need professional help! 

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1099416104599154572004-11-02T09:21:00.000-08:002004-11-02T09:21:44.600-08:00

Where's that Candy? 

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Eewwwww. Punkin Guts. 

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3 little Pumpkins.... 

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1099415895327300972004-11-02T09:18:00.000-08:002004-11-02T09:18:15.326-08:00

My Happy Candy Hunters! 

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With old age looming I have decided to create 31 Resolutions. Since I have no brain at this time suggestions are accepted. We shall see what I have dreamed up between now and the weekend. We survived Halloween! As you can see I even posted some pictures! Resolution #31 Take more pictures of my kids! (and scrap them too!) We shall see if that makes the real list or not. I wish I had some new

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Ok, horrible pun. I was enjoying much needed no kid time this evening. Was even going to extend my adventure until upon Halloween relapse of memory, I hadn't made the knotty blankie for stepmom's birthday on Sunday. No time tomorrow for there are still procrastinating pumpkins to be jackolanterneyes'd (yeah i know it's spelled wrong it was my feeble attempt at humor) and grocerying to be done

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Yeah So I watch a little too much brainrot TV! But the Sox won, too bad I am not getting a vacation to see Magoo & his Mommy for my bday this year. I miss them. Hubby swapped out our new phone with the old before I could write down the numbers in the "phonebook" thingy. Crap. Can't call anyone, I have no braincells for number remembering, but at least the new phones have the numbers on them so

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Can't wait for her to get out & publish that Joy of Microwave Cooking book! I supported her efforts today and bought a comforter on clearance at K*mapart. I love Martha. I don't care what anyone thinks. She will be bigger & better (and should go to Target instead to complete my Therapy) To Celebrate My love of Martha.... This weekend I/we (they don't know it yet)are going to find pine cones,

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Ha, I really did try to watch him today, cause I saw it was about bratty kids...and well wouldn't you know, the noise level in my house was to much and I couldn't f'n hear it. They only stopped their noise to listen to the screamin kids on the tv! OMG. Sometimes I feel like an awful neighbor, well at least when their windows are open. Who the F wants to hear me yell and/or my kids scream.

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Today has been all about ME! I went to the mall cause I finally talked myself into THIS But who knew! I'd have to get on a LIST! OMG. I am so not good at waiting, let alone waiting for makeup! So I got ME some new jammies (ok, Princess got some too) and I got some comfy Karen*Neuburger slipper socks! OH SO SOFT! Now I am on a hunt for her bedding line which someone has got to carry. And then

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Ok. 31 is looming. Time to set some goals. Priorities. Life stratagies. Begin a plan to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. There is so much I haven't done.I thought by thirty, I would know who I am. I do not. Well other than I am a mommy of three & the pup. I was watching Dr Phil the other day (um, yeah, big mistake) It was the show about what if everything in your life suddenly changed

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Among other oddball things I chose to do today other than clean the house. It took 2 hours and I think I have carpel tunnel. AND I know the pieces are uneven cause it got to be a bitch trying to tie them at the end. Next one, will follow my made up version of directions better. (aka: do it without kids & dog in the house) Very hard to do with them trotting all over it. Perk. Impressed the shit

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1096552094736941142004-09-30T06:45:00.000-07:002004-09-30T06:48:14.736-07:00

The same rules apply for today. Yeah so nothing got cleaned, but we enjoyed our Target therapy. I got my new flagpole and the Princess got some comfy new sweats. I am kicking myself for forgetting Kleenex though. Today is a few more errands of the boring bill paying kind. Blah. Those suck. But perhaps I can find something more inspiring to blog about.! Ha.

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I have decided that in order to accomplish something...anything...today is cry & whine and ignore day. If your nose is wiped, diap is clean & belly is full then you are on your own. I must get something done. No lap sitting. No cuddling. No being chased around the house. Do not follow me. Do not hang on my leg. Do not ask for anything. And most of all DO NOT make more messes while I am cleaning

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I think I shall change the name of this to BLAHG. Cause that's what it's been as of late! Blah.

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Ok, I forgot to knock on wood. Puppy has a bladder infection. Puppy pees alot anyway. This just adds to my chaos. And lack of funds. Today said bladder infection has changed appearance shall we say, which I was just told is normal. Oh joy. Poor Pup. Though she is trying to chew thru the deck outside. Damn puppy teeth. This has been such a long week and it's only Wednesday. I think I have

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Puppy was sick. Puppy is better. Puppy stressed me out. I tend to fear the worst lately. But all is better. No 4 day weekend. I shall survive. I need a shower. Desperately. Yes, so get off the damn computer crazy lady. My kitchen is a mess again, so yes, I did make dinner last night. Impressed? Don't be. I must clean it again. I so didn't want to get outta bed this morning. Perhaps cause I

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I hate that Blogger tracks my titles, thus compelling me to think of new unused ones. Not feeling particularly inspired but must hang onto my 3 readers somehow. Kinda hard when one has no life and they already know it! Today (ok tonight) I was unglued, unhinged and totally off my rocker. I refused to make dinner cause nobody (aka: the kids) appreciates my efforts anyway and I was/am sick of

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1094784721537311172004-09-09T19:39:00.000-07:002004-09-09T19:52:01.536-07:00

Nothing Sucks like getting your Netflix in the mail and it's broken. :( This was kiddie movie weekend (ok, I am guilty, I picked) Beauty & the Beast, The Aristocats & The Fox & The Hound. Beauty & the Beast was full on cracked. Thankfully (I know from past experience a month or so ago) they will get a new one out right away. I LOVE Netflix, which brings me to my odd ball question of the night.

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Yahoo! The Mominit is home! Apparently though I promised YoungOne that I would take him to the "new" Wally Wierd when we got it back. Did I say the millisecond Dad got out of it we'd go? Um, NO. I have/had plans. Then again, I never seem to take top billing and me being a sucker for a shiney clean new store...we went, Princess of Hairbowbia and her royal jester Captain New Boxers. Where did my

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Am I the only one who has a burning desire to write when the new shows (& the few old favorites) will start on the calendar? Yes, I know this is yet one more sign I have no life. I try. I tried tonight. Made plans for the big Noelleino's beer dispensing debut. Of course it turned out to correspond with the "dart banquet". Now one would imagine something starting at 1:00 in the afternoon would

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1093577539288124142004-08-26T20:20:00.000-07:002004-08-26T20:32:19.290-07:00

Ok, I can't really recall which blog I was perusing but I linked on this one! He is an at home dad who paints little girl finger nails! And sorts thru toys AND knows what belongs to which toy ... He must be worth a zillion dollars in married land! He is my new favorite read. Sorry everyone else! (Just kidding) Just another sign I need a life! My puppy is asleep in a laundry basket. I should

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You know I really miss the Warner Bros store. Where else can bring such joy & shopping! It's not fair. I got the Princess a Tweety hair bow and she has nothing to wear with it. I LOVE that bird. Damn you AOL/Time Warner for lessening my mall love. I also miss Fashion Find, ok, really I miss being able to fit in anything that they used to sell back in the day. Forenza is a jeans company, not a

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1093269196355710892004-08-23T06:37:00.000-07:002004-08-23T06:53:16.416-07:00

My List: (I am outta creativity, I stole the general thought!) Things I am EVER SO GREATFUL for today: *The first day of preschool *Monday, Wednesday & Friday preschool *Afternoon Preschool! *The notion of Friday lunch dates *The knowledge that Wednesday will soon come Things I am not looking forward to today: *Green Hulk icees @ Target *Laundry *Dishes *Target'ing with no cashola Well I

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I went nowhere. Well we did all Suburban it out to pick up SIL from the other side of town cause she took Nephew's (the one left for me to "borrow") car for some repairs. Come to find out the dohickey that makes the front tires work/stay on/whatever needed replaced. Glad I didn't drive it cause the weekend I had, you know it would have full on broke for me! OlderOne left me to go "sell corn". Um

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1092887693401843092004-08-18T20:39:00.000-07:002004-08-18T20:54:53.403-07:00

So I really want to read this book. It's on sale now. It wasn't the other day when I was gunna buy it. I read some reviews and people are surprised that it's good. Hello? What's not to like? A giant, oversized tabloid in bookform. Really how can I resist. Assuming the reviewers are also bored housewives looking to escape, not rocket scientists. Day 5 of vanless. I am feeling it. Work allegedly

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Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with MomminititisCause:a blow to the headSymptoms:extremely dry eyes, grey skin, double-jointedness, chest painCure:firehttp://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease" method="get" style="margin:0px;">Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:

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I think YoungOne is "afraid" of riding in the car. He doesn't want to leave the house today, well until Daddy is home and Daddy can drive. Gee, Love, Thanks for the confidence in the Momster. I have accomplished barely anything. Some laundry and the normal potty performances. Must do before Friday: New shoes for OlderOne (he missed the great shoeing last week) Buy some form of gift for 2 year

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1092788629659369022004-08-17T17:22:00.000-07:002004-08-17T17:23:49.663-07:00

What Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com

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Why is it that babies go thru the frustrated period of time where they get pissed off cause that can't do anything? It is nutso. Though, being mad cause you can't quite roll over is better than being mad cause you rolled over and are stuck on your belly, which you hate. Hmm? Please take a nap instead of yelling about this inability. Thanks. Why is it that when you want results quickly they take

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To truck (ok...Suburban) off to a hobby store of sorts for some essential oils. Maybe some lively orange or peppermint something to alter the aura in my home. And a spray bottle. Then I will mist, mist, mist the day away. Oh, and must call/go to vet for more boogie medicine for Beautiful Bailey. Thankfully OlderOne is home again so I have an extra set of hands. Wow, four kids out in public. I

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1092578072634691122004-08-15T06:42:00.000-07:002004-08-15T06:59:23.706-07:00

Blogger ate my post. Probably a good thing. Not a very exciting read. My life is sucking ass. Van is wrecked. Thank you country of Mexico for allowing this to happen. Driver's licenses and insurance must not be required there. Or a brain. Or learning who has the right of way. Waiting for our insurance to shit can us. Two accidents in less than a year. Wish I could sleep life away for awhile.

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1092577340320191422004-08-14T20:42:00.000-07:002004-08-15T07:06:12.043-07:00

Shopping therapy was brief escape from my mood. Thanks Nuttie! I (well not soley) wrecked my beloved momminit van. Yes, again. This time with some help from a young Hispanic man with no insurance, no license, no proof of anything but his papers from Mexico, breathing and being an idiot. Allegedly not his truck, the "alleged" owner somehow miraculously just bought said truck that very day (hmm,

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1092163962324465742004-08-10T11:52:00.000-07:002004-08-10T11:52:42.323-07:00

Home sweet home & all tuckered out. Thankfully bulldogs sleep alot. Cause if she ain't sleepin she's needing to potty.....Diapers vs. Extended waits outdoors..... 

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1091849147024775922004-08-06T20:24:00.000-07:002004-08-06T20:37:31.806-07:00

All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy.&A clean house is a sign of a misspent life.

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I found THIS reason for a mid-mid life crisis over at AboutDamnTime's.... I am selling the kids! No mo minivan for me! Me & Bailey can cruise off into the sunset! Ok, maybe still room for my Princess too, but she was the money maker (j/k). Having sudden major sadness for the lack of A-plan ness by no longer working for Ford. Hmmmm. Wonder what the friends & family discount will get me! Well by

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Once again, I have slacked around the house and the ToDo list has grown. Everything was neat & clean for such a brief time. Now while still waiting to hear when Puppy can come home, I must plot "back to school". My YoungOne has informed me ...he is NOT going back. HA. I have news for him. I am seriously considering Milk2You, as to never go to the store again. I hate the grocery store. So with

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Are they the handsomest boys or what! 

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My True Love!! 

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The day we met! Our girl is 6 weeks old here! Gotta love HELLO! 

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And a week later our new Grrr-ly takes 2 hands! 

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You know the annoying banners at the top of our blogs? Well I clicked on this one..... and low & behold it popped out the answer to life's great mystery! No not really, it analyzed me based on some 5 second life dreams and came up with the following conclusion: MrsGivings, your heart's desire is Design and the Arts You have a number of attributes that make you an excellent candidate for a

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I have been a little blogged out lately. Not caring to post. So, by popular demand, I shall update. Let's see....I am getting a PUPPY! Woohoo! She is an English Bulldog and cuter than anything with four legs can be. The kiddo's are all excited too, so we've been trying to get everything ready for her arrival home. She was born on June 11th so we are hanging out waiting for her to be weaned etc.

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1089432852669931142004-07-09T21:11:00.000-07:002004-07-09T21:14:12.670-07:00

20 Questions to a Better Personality Wackiness: 64/100 Rationality: 50/100 Constructiveness: 86/100 Leadership: 40/100 You are a WECF--Wacky Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a candle burning at both ends. You work until you drop, and you play until you can stand to work again. You have so much enthusiasm that you can find it hard to control on your own, and you appreciate

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1089091199149946032004-07-05T22:12:00.000-07:002004-07-05T22:19:59.150-07:00

Ever had one of those days? Well when they pile up it sucks. It's not really that it was a "bad" day, just blah. Fighting with OlderOne, trying to peel off the Princess...Even vodka & lemonade didn't make it better. It got all icky and watered down before I had a chance to stop and drink it. Thank God there is baseball practice tomorrow night. A mini vacation cause I ain't goin. I did try to

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Life is back to it's normal noise level. Not so sure I am enjoying that part, but having all my ducks back in a row is much better. Now for the house. OMG. No clue where to start, sure wish that dumpster was still here. I'd through it all away. Dear Pharmaceutical Companies, How dare you charge such crazy amounts for antibiotics! If I did not have insurance my son's meds would cost almost

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Dear God, I fully believe you give no more than one can handle. I can not handle anymore hospital. In any way shape or form. (ok, I did have a brief baby thought, but it was very brief) Today I technically gave up, I packed up all the "stuff" (ie:games, books, snacks etc.) and took the Princess and YoungOne home early to play outside. Call it stir crazy, call it OlderOne toooooo crabby to stand

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1088052968099235312004-06-23T21:49:00.000-07:002004-06-23T21:56:08.100-07:00

Well now it's Wednesday and my tough OlderOne is now in the hospital. Yup, 2 kids, 1 "disease", 2 hospital stays. Priceless, I wish. The refresher coarse in your life could be worse, immensely priceless. I don't know where the parents of chronically/terminally ill children get their strength cause they amaze me to no end. I will take the now considered colonized family mrsa instead thank you. (

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and I am still ticking. I am tired. My house is a mess! Hubby is on nights all week. I don't think this is a good thing other than he is home all day. My OlderOne has the same (almost hopefully minus the hospital stay) bacterial infection that YoungOne possessed a mere 6 months ago. Two words kiddos: DON'T SCRATCH. Listen to me with your dirty ass fingernails! It's gross and I told you so.

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1087620123506531842004-06-18T21:31:00.000-07:002004-06-18T21:42:03.506-07:00

Boys + Rain = Stress In feeble attempt to release some child induced stress head off to nice large new scrapbook store. Alone. Ok, almost alone, the Princess awakes prior to exit from home and of course, now is coming along. No problemo. LOVE'n the store and they gave me more coupons! Yippee. Pyscho women with GIANT travel crop bags (not bags, full on f'n luggage!) arriving to do some quality

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Ok. Can they still be them if they don't drink and don't drink as much? Well, now I think they are the Mouse Pimp & her Crew. :) Scary Darts. Loaded with predart drama. I hope all goes fun and relaxing for them all this evening as my prayers for rain have failed. I must lug 3 to baseball. Woohoo. More later.

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No comments. No email. No love. Everyone ran off to Niobrara and all I have to do is clean house and play on my shiny new computer. Yes folks, after much dilema a new one is home. Thought I could just get away with a new tower....But NO....I am one in a zillion who's monitor would not "allow" my new tower to proceed correctly. Let's just say my beautiful new baby sitting adventure won't begin

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My life is in shambles. My computer is screwed. IT was sent back to out of the box standards yet again cause it just freezes up and won't move. I lost all the Princess's birthday pictures and God only knows what else. I am downloading Netzero yet again and dare I push my luck, Msn Messenger. Cause I am missing my life out there!

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Well your Happy, yes thats right your so happy, sopretty and witty and if i go on any more i willhave to pay for the rights of this song so,great job your one of the lucky ones. What Emotion Dominates you? brought to you by Quizilla What a waste of a day! I haven't done squat. Well, a boring trip to Sam's for cheese slices, milk and chicken. See even the grocery list was boring! I should be

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1085457573819252352004-05-24T20:43:00.000-07:002004-05-24T21:07:57.756-07:00

Brr! What month is this? Stupid storms. Sick of wind. Brr. Brr. Brr. I am stockpiling those for next month when I am whining about sweat. Let's see....Yesterday's birthday party cleared up a lot of my concern about Iowa drivers. Apparently, one only has to take the actual driving in a car test if one's birthday is unfortunate enough to fall on one of the 3 days a month they pick to do said test.

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Not much flyin in the land of baby Goldfish crackers. House is in good shape, don't feel like doin laundry. Offspring is all napped and cheerful. Wishin the seasons would balance out already, squeezed the gal into a pair of jeans that have resulted in all day baby butt crack. Like you wanted to know. Just haven't felt the need to take them off as it's a lazy day here. Shortly I will need to

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Ok, 3 posts in 1 day. I need a break. Dolls, kids, paper eating. Why does my daughter insist on eating paper. Reciepts, bills, envelopes. Perhaps the Reese's were a better option nutritionally.

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Bleach pen has apparently failed me. I tried a brief set, now it's on for the long haul. Here's hopin baby Cabbage Patch doesn't turn any further into a Garbage Pail kid (remember those?) If it eats holes, it's going to the trash. Sorry baby. Just thought you'd like to know.

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Must fill out registration for next school year's preschool. Must buy bleach pen to try to cure skin condition developed by Cabbage Patch doll. Must ... hmm, guess not so bad afterall. I don't think babies are supposed to eat Reese's pb cups. Girlie has discovered one of YoungOnes lost (ok, left on table & she got up on a chair to get it) ones. Well if she develops a peanut allergy, at least she

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1084388415268679782004-05-12T11:58:00.000-07:002004-05-12T12:00:15.266-07:00

You are not European. What's your Inner European? brought to you by Quizilla Thanks Great Froggie One, I think.

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1084371316711655872004-05-12T07:08:00.000-07:002004-05-12T07:15:16.713-07:00

Wow. They have just about thought of everything. Well, except for how to post your thoughts for you. I think I am done messing around. I may go in and change that pink. I love me some pink, but that is not my level of it. Rain if your gunna damnit. It looks like it's gunna pour. I watered my plants anyway, just a little. In case it really doesn't rain. I have so much cleaning to do, example,

The Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11663632932975115511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635914.post-1084308185599088422004-05-11T13:42:00.000-07:002004-05-11T13:43:05.600-07:00

I want a new look too. every time I change something I tend to screw up my blog. Remember last time......

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