tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54694372011-04-21T18:28:36.868-05:00Where caffeine musings meet soccer mom realitiesJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1062141333880842092003-08-29T02:15:00.000-05:002003-08-29T13:24:54.800-05:00

I HAVE MOVED!!! PLEASE COME TO.... MOMMY NEEDS COFFEE and check out my new home! THANKS FOR STOPPING BY! SEE YOU THERE!

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*whew* Got my blogging in before midnight! Don't go to bed! In a matter of minutes, my new site is going to be revealed. Hang tight. C'mon. I'd do it for you! Mommy needs coffee.....do you?

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We interrupt this caffeine musing to bring you a High Speed Police Chase. Yes, the Dallas televisions have been taken over by coverage of a high speed chase. You can hear the anticipation in the newscasters. Oh boy does the media love a good police chase to speculate over. "He may be a robbery suspect. It is possibly a wanted felon. Perhaps he has a gun. It appears that his tire is flat."

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Warning...this morning's entry is brought to you by the Sappy Mother Moment of the Week. Some may find it too "sweet" for their liking and it is recommended that such persons refrain from reading and just check in later for your "caffeine musing of the day". That is all. We return you to our regularly scheduled Sap Fest. Well, it seems that Little Diva has decided to sleep in her "big girl bed

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Good news... No break. But one helluva jammed pinkie toe and quite a black little toe nail. But nothing a little polish won't cover. (Yeah, as if I am going near that toe with anything yet!) So, I guess the third time is a charm. No break this time! Bad news...I am exhausted and really need to go to bed. Now. Update... Moving into my new blog home has not been going well. If only I had

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I think I broke my toe. Again. Yes, again. This would make the third time this little toe has been the object of such breakage. (Is there something that makes a bone more suseptible to being fractured once it has been broken before? Kind of like chicken pox but in reverse. You don't become immune, you become suseptible?) Now, it isn't like I have anything against my toe. It's a cute

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Some things change... Since when did 4th grade homework get to be so hard? I mean, I should not have to *think* (and I mean really think) about math probability problems that my 4th grade Kidlet has for homework. I really don't remember 4th grade being hard. I remember breezing through school until college. And then, it wasn't so much breezing through as it was learning how to study and

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First, no, I haven't moved. *grumble grumble growl* Problems with the host end that I have to wait on. Just so you know. So today it begins. Soccer. Kidlet Jr starts practice today. (Pray for rain. Mommy isn't ready to start today. Pray for rain and thunder. That should seal the deal.) It isn't that I don't like soccer or being a soccer mom. I do love it. I am just not so fond of

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I think Little Diva needs a new nickname. No, she hasn't lost her Diva-ness. But she has a name that is very *her*. Ready? The Duchess of Destruction. It fits. That girl can take a clean and organized room and in under 2 minutes, make it look like tornadic force winds have blown through the room. More than once. And she is quite proud of this, I do believe. I have never seen a child who

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Have you ever had one of those moments when something is said to you that just breaks your heart? Shatters it into a million pieces? And no matter what is said following that comment, you just can't put it all back together again. Your heart lays there like Humpty Dumpty and it too has no hope of all the kings horses and all the kings men putting it back together again. You can get the

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It's moving weekend! No, I'm not moving to a new house. I am moving to a new home in the cyberworld. So, be sure to check in later this weekend. I'll have a hot cup of coffee ready for you. Because trust me...this mommy needs coffee!

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I have uncovered one of the greatest conspiracy theories ever. Want to hear it? Well, I'll tell you anyway. I have discovered that the manufacturers of most cleaning fluids...especially those made specifically for mopping the floor...have included in their ingredients something that before now has never been discovered. I am talking about kidletspillagemagnetosis. It is not listed in the

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Yesterday after my migraine subsided, I was minding my own business when it happened. The Bat phone rang! There's an emergency in Gotham! Hurry! To the Batmobile! Okay, actually, it was my regular phone. And it really wasn't an emergency. It was a call for a volunteer from the PTA needing some help in the workroom at the Kidlets' school. And I didn't really jump in the Batmobile. Just my

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So, where do I sign up to bring this to America? I think it would boost morale. If nothing else, it would be one of the best celebrated holidays we have! I want to "Stand up for [my] right to sit back down again!" Anyone with me?

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Well, I jumped the gun assuming that the stomach and head problems were due to the kidlets. Turns out it was just one helluva migraine working it's way to the surface. After my migraine pill, a pain pill and a little quiet in a dark room, I vaguely resemble a human being now. Still look like I went 3 rounds in the boxing ring with Foreman, but I am at least not sick. No cooties here. Yet. I

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I think one of the kidlets brought home the first strain of Cooties The Snotty Nosed Kids At School Are Passing Around. My head and stomach are a mess today, so I may not be around too much. I am hoping the Diva is in a calm enough mood that I can pretty much play the role of couch potato all the while praying that I don't have to hug the toilet again. (I know...too much information. Sorry.)

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1061438768118581712003-08-20T23:06:00.000-05:002003-08-20T23:08:40.840-05:00

So my question tonight is...just who do you have to sleep with to get a job in this economy. I know Dallas sure isn't hiring. At least not anyone in the tech field. At least not us. (Does anyone interview anymore. And if they do, can you tell them to call me? lol) In our Just How Long Have We Been In Unemployment Hell we are at: 470 days, 4 hours, 22 minutes. But who's counting? *sigh*

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Today I thought about joining a gym. I'm going to consider it my exercise for the day.

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Thanks ever so much to Buzz I am now absolutely in the throes of losing my mind. More so. Without my permission, my brain decided to begin a running monologue with itself of annoying songs you would hate to have running loose in your head. And what did it decided to stop on? This. (If you look, you cannot come back irritated with me if it is on your mind all day.) How did this song ever get

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There must be a law somewhere that says that a family of 5 should not have to share one bathroom. Especially when one of those people is potty training. And two of them are young boys who, let's face it, are not super worried about aim all of the time. And when one of those is a grown man who had to go as far as marrying me to earn the right to share my bathroom. Especially and most important

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Human beings were not meant to live in heat like this! It is gawd awful, slap your mama, scream at the dog HOT! I imagine this is close to what hell must feel like. It is 103 degrees with a heat index of 109 degrees. Humidity...sticky! My air conditioner has been running all day, yet the temperature in the house is 86 degrees. (Did I mention that our air conditioner was installed by the one

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** I usually don't rant here. I like to be lighthearted. That's who I am. This is a rant. Come back later if you don't feel like reading about a rant. Have a great day! Let the irritation begin.... ** I have just one thing to say to the Texas Dept of Agriculture...Get out of my lunchbox! We now have one more "zero tolerance" policy in our Texas schools. We have zero tolerance for guns and

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Apparently my archives decided to sneak out for the day. Did you see them? If you find them hiding out on your computer, let me know. I have no idea where they went or why (or how!) In other news... I am sitting there in a rare moment of quiet when The Diva comes up and asks for my hand. (She has this thing where she likes to kiss my hand. Whatever.) So, I smile and give her my hand. And

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This is a real phone conversation I had last night. *Names have been changed to protect the annoying. Riinnnnnggg (Don't you just love it when someone adds the "ring" part into this? As if you would just jump up and answer the phone if it wasn't ringing?) "Hello?" "Hi, Mrs. Average American Home Owner, this is Joe Telemarketer. I would love to talk to you about the benefits of refinancing

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So I am in the grocery store today. I am completely engrossed in reading the back cover of a novel in the "book and magazine" section of the store when I hear.... *CRASH* "Jimmy! What did I tell you about that?" from Jimmy's apparently exasperated mother. My thinking: "My guess would be to not do it." It wasn't until another woman in the aisle started cracking up that I realized that I

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My children don't even have a chance at growing up normal. (Although really, what is normal? But that is different topic all together.) So Geek-Man and I are chasing each other through the house (yes, you read that right. Geek-Man and I were the ones running and screeching in the house) when he races into the kids' bathroom. He comes to an abrupt halt *blam* causing me to slam my face into

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I know that when you are the new kid on the block, things can go one of a few ways for you. 1) You can just be ignored as insignificant (if you are even noticed at all.) 2) You can be picked on as a newbie who doesn't know the in's and out's of the way things work. Someone who is still in the early stages of developing both her blog and her voice. Or 3) You can be welcomed in and

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I have a passion for words. I just really love words. The sound. The look. The meaning. (I guess that is why I write.) But I have to admit, I am immature enough to tell you this...My favorites are ones that can make me laugh. Some words just make me giggle. (For that matter, words that even mean giggle tickle me: guffaw, snigger, chuckle, titter, snort.) How about bumblebee. Sounds

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Well, I did it! I made it through my first week of school...err...the Kidlets' first week of school. I really think this is going to be a good year! I completely adore both of their teachers. They are full of personality and energy with enough compassion to be kind, but enough toughness to get the job done. (Not to mention the fact that I get along great with them on a social level, not just

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1060951586980550892003-08-15T07:46:00.000-05:002003-08-15T07:56:19.473-05:00

Okay. So I admit it. I have issues with expiration dates. It drives my Geek-Man nuts. An example: If my potato chips have an expiration date of, say, August 23rd, I will stop eating them by August 21st. Sometimes, I may push it to the actual date on the bag, but that is rare. I need to be very hungry without many options. (Not that I am eating chips and cheating on my diet or anything. No

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1060912843707213202003-08-14T21:00:00.000-05:002003-08-14T21:35:25.270-05:00

I found out I am a 4-letter word. No. Not that one. Shame on you if you thought something bad about me! My Bloginality is ENFP!!! Do you know me? Do you agree? Let me know. What are you? Let me know that, too. Oh, and for anyone who said any not so nice four letter words, we will pretend you meant nice, kind and cool....okay?

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The times, they are a changin'. Or something like that. I have made some big steps towards evolving my blog into more me and, well, less Blogger. (Not that I have anything against Blogger. I would just rather own than rent, you know?) I have gotten a new domain name. I have downloaded some really fun and interesting things to add to my site. Now, the only thing that is getting me crazed...I

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I don't think I will ever get used to turning on the tv and seeing a live shot of thousands of people in New York city looking chaotic. According to the story on CNN it is not something to worry about as far as terrorism. But really, will there ever be a time where this doesn't send your mind into overdrive and your heart skip a beat in fear? I want to go back to pre 911 when there wasn't so

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I need a vacation. Not a family vacation. Not an exotic trip or anything so interesting. I just want to be alone for a while. I want to go to the bathroom and not have little fingers wiggling under the door attached to a little person asking when I am coming out. I would really like to consider going out to dinner a luxurious treat, not the fact that I am going to the grocery store alone.

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1060807782890311032003-08-13T15:49:00.000-05:002003-08-13T15:54:26.690-05:00

My Game Cube tried to commit suicide today. I think it was having abandonment issues since the boys went back to school. There was a power surge this afternoon when Kidlet Jr was playing that would normally just cause a hiccup in the game, but the GC took the opportunity to climb on the ledge of the electronic high rise. I tried to talk to talk it down. I promised that I would let the boys

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After a few years with someone, you get to know the hidden meanings behind their words. After being with my Geek-Man for more than half of my life, we have come up with our own code. (No, not the kind where we hid under the blankets with our flashlights and came up with a secret code book.) There are just certain phrases or words that really mean something entirely different than what you hear

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1060699784519672822003-08-12T09:49:00.000-05:002003-08-12T15:58:29.020-05:00

I've realized this week that I really do appreciate my girlfriends (usually referred to here as The Moms). Of course, there are the usual reasons that we all appreciate our friends, but this week, I am just so thankful that they listen. Well, maybe it would be more accurate to say I am thankful because they let me talk. (They don't even have to listen most of the time.) Let's face it, most

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1060698411362940832003-08-12T09:26:00.000-05:002003-08-12T09:26:51.520-05:00

Imagine my surprise this morning when I stumbled into the office with my first cup of coffee (okay, say it with me ahhhhhhh) to catch up on some of my favorite blogs when I saw that Allison has me as a featured site. (Thanks Allison!) It was a nice surprise, though. Not one of those "spit out your coffee all over your monitor" things. So, if you have stumbled here from her javalicious site,

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A friend told me that my template wasn't looking right. That the "about me" stuff was overlapping the blog entries and making them very hard to try to read. Eeek! If you see it this way (or any problems with the blog), could you email me or comment me to let me know. I can't see it that way on my system, so really, if it looks that way, I am not even sure how to fix it anyway. So, consider

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The following is a Public Service Announcement: Given that I have whined and moped about the first day of school, it is pretty much a given that I will update that paritcular mental obsession first. If you are completely over it and don't want to hear about it, check back later. I am sure my focus will have changed by then. I do tend to be an ADD blogger.) We now return you to our

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Everyone sleeps. The new clothes are washed and set out for tomorrow. The pencils are sharpened. The new shoes are still new-looking. The backpacks have been set by the door. The kids are dreaming of a new school year. The Dad is asleep probably dreaming about peace in the house. And here I am. The Mom awake and full of adrenaline. I want to sleep. I want to dream. I just looked in on

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I am still in denial that school starts tomorrow. The whines are already being heard around the house. "I am not ready. I have more to do. I didn't play enough. I didn't go to beach enough. I wasn't able to have as many fun days as I wanted. I am scared that I may not know enough to do well this year. What if no one wants to be my friend this year and come over and play? I am not ready

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1060484031934942172003-08-09T21:53:00.000-05:002003-08-09T21:56:48.476-05:00

So, I took the boys to see Freaky Friday today. I am not sure if they wanted to see it or not, but I really did. (I sort of put it to them like this: "Mom is going to go see Freaky Friday. You may go or you may stay, but I am leaving at 1:00pm." I guess they wanted to go, too, seeing as they were in my car when I went to leave.) I liked the original movie. I loved this one! There was not

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Yesterday was our school's big Back to School Event. All of The Moms were there. It was one of the most stressful days I've had since, well, since I was going back to school. My stomach hurt wondering if my kids would get the teachers they wanted. Would they get the best teacher for them? Would their friends be in their classes? Better yet, would the kids who are the bullies not be in their

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Okay, confession time. I have a new obsession. I want these guys to come to my house. I need them to come to me. In fact, I am trying to figure out how to pull off becoming a straight guy just so they can work their magic on me. Let's face it, straight men are not the only ones who have not been blessed with the talent to pull of the ideal wardrobe, be the perfect chef, decorate my home to

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The thing about this guy. He probaby fell on his ass and couldn't get up and THEN he discovered he had a skill. Or what about this woman? Did she just really get surprised one day and realize she could do this? I am constantly amazed by the things that make people famous these days. Don't even get me started on Reality TV!

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It's that time again. School is starting. We have less than a week to go. But, who's counting. Okay, I am. Not for the reasons you may think. I am going to miss the boys. We have so much fun together. They are my playmates. Yes, I know I need to get out more. I just really have had fun this summer. Yesterday I went to the school to get the "Back to School" packets together. We were

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I may never leave the comfort of my couch again. My Man (my wonderfully geek-connected husband) got me a wireless internet connection for my laptop. So, in a sense, I can write, watch Trading Spaces, have a little snack and never have to get off my couch. (The kids can bring me the snacks. Isn't that why we have them in the first place? Free labor?) Think of the possibilities. I could

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I'm sick. I can't eat. I can't do much of anything but sleep. Oh, and fight. Seems somehow I have gotten into a big ol' fight with a good friend and it has snowballed into something so huge that I don't know how to get around it. That is always fun when you are sick, huh. Fever Tears Fever Nightmares Tears Fever Been a great day! I'll be back when I feel human again.

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Today was one of those days where I find myself asking...Do women ever outgrow the "girl games" they played in school? I was in the pool talking with The Moms and watching the kids play and interact. One of The Moms had her daughter come over very upset because the friends she brought were not being nice and were trying to leave her out of their little game. She looked so hurt... I could

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1059497897941086332003-07-29T11:58:00.000-05:002003-07-29T12:00:15.200-05:00

It is a good thing I don't believe in signs or premonitions. Take last night for instance. I dreamed I had a baby. Not just a "oh look! A cute little, new baby." We are talking about a very graphic, very detailed, you-could-teach-ob/gyns-how-to-deliver-a-baby-watching-this sort of graphic dream of giving birth. And it didn't hurt. (That's how you know it was a dream.) And I was thrilled

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Slap a toolbelt on me and called me Barbara Villa! I am loving remodeling my bathroom! (Okay, we got past the paint color. We compromised....shhh I won.) Oh the power! The fun! The pure zen of it. I mean, I haven't had this many hours alone in YEARS. (Well, I say alone, but it isn't consecutive hours.) I am considering taking it up as a career. Do you think that is overkill? I mean, if

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I have read before that money is one of the biggest reasons for couples to fight. That is wrong. It's home remodeling. My husband and I are remodeling our guest bathroom. We both hated it. We both agreed it needed change. We both wanted it to be made-over. That is where the agreements stopped. Take for instance our trip to Home Depot that went something like this: It started with me

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It's official. I've finally been pushed too far that I have gone mental. This is how I spent at least 30 minutes today. And even though I saw it over and over, I still laughed my ass off. Then...went back for more. And I am sober. *sigh* I need a life.

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While I was doing my drive by blog cruising, I came across this and decided to play too. If I say.... :: you say.... Natalie:: Wood Concrete:: boots (gee...could a future in the mafia be my key to happiness?) AIDS:: sad, so sad Rubber hose:: Up your nose Paper clip:: Art sculpture waiting to happen Route 66:: Road TRIP! Summer camp:: big ass spiders Coin purse:: so 3rd grade Orion:: "the

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I mentioned mommy burnout. I really think it needs to be listed as a real condition in all medical texts with real treatment plans. It should read something like this: MOMMY BURNOUT Symptoms: Frequent irritation when exposed to increased levels of whining. Increased sensitivity to loud noises which are followed by the phrase "uh-oh" Moderate to

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There are two things that should never be put in a house together: (a) a mom who is addicted to carbs on a low/no carb diet who is about to gnaw her own arm off with (b) three children on summer break who are bored. In fact, I am not sure that their paths should ever cross! Perhaps starting a diet at the same time that the kids are bored combined with the fact that mommy has a serious case of

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"Ohhhh! You are so cute! I could just eat you up!" Huh? Since when is this a good thing to say to children? I never understood this phrase. I don't think it is a compliment. I don't think it is something that says "Adorable child". What it really says to me is "Creepy person talking to my child!" It brings up scary illusions of Hansel and Gretel and that horrible witch who wanted to

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There are some people that just really need to be locked in a room together so they can beat the hell out of one another. They just have serious anger issues. I had the pleasure of meeting one of them today. Normally, I would lose my temper...big time. Get mad, yell and scream back and drop an f-bomb or two. But, today I was with my baby and took a different tact. So here's what went down.

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There's no place like home. There's no place like home. Okay, so I plagiarized that. It wasn't an original thought. But ahhh, the truth in those words. I have been visiting my parents and trust me, it is good to be home. Not that I don't get along with my parents. I do. I have a great relationship with them. It is just that their house is missing several key elements that makes me a much

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I am thrilled. My sister is pregnant! I guess this will be the true test as to whether I am really done having children. I think I am. I am not at all jealous of the fact that she is pregnant. I am hoping for a boy, though. Why? Because my baby girl is supposed to be the only princess! Okay, I am happy either way, but I love having the only girl! Either way...I am shocked and thrilled.

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I broke down and bought a baby doll for the Diva today. It's not that I don't like baby dolls. I love having a girl that wants to play with dolls. I was never much of a girly girl growing up, so this is fun. The doll in and of itself isn't the problem. It is the doll's face. Confession time: Hard faced dolls creep me out. There I said it. They just really do freak me out. Have you

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What a bizarre day. The kiddos and I were at the pool with our friends. (Okay, let's just go ahead and state the obvious. During the summer, most of my days will consist of "today at the pool" etc. That is where I am a lot of the time. So, for arguments sake, let's pretend this is not pathetic, okay?) Anyway, the kids are playing and I am heading back to my oh-so-comfy hard plastic chair

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1057731561596361662003-07-09T01:19:00.000-05:002003-07-09T01:20:03.670-05:00

Every once in a while, my own personal demons decide to circle and then one at a time, dive bomb me. I guess today is one of those days. The past just loves to come up and tap me on the shoulder and remind me that it is still there and was not left behind. Okay! I screwed up. I can't let it go. I can never escape who I really am. It is eating away at me. I have let some really good

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Ten things you will never hear me say... 1. This dress just makes me look too thin! 2. No thanks, I am just not in the mood for chocolate. 3. No really, honey, I *love* being wakened from a dead sleep for this. 4. Martha Stewart sure is my hero! 5. Three kids just isn't enough. Let's have more! 6. No more coffee for me. I've already had one cup today. 7. Ohhhhh! I just love working

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1057594097033613162003-07-07T11:08:00.000-05:002003-07-07T11:15:43.963-05:00

I love that the first thing my baby girl wants to do in the morning is snuggle with me. How she asks for it first thing. That body to body, hold each other close snuggles. The kind where I kiss on her face and whisper how much I love her and stroke her hair as she hugs me tightly. How nothing else will start her day off right quite like our morning snuggles. I love that my youngest son still

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It's nearly 1:00am when I write this. I can't sleep. I don't sleep anymore. That is not a figure of speech. I am averaging about 3 hours a night. Not good for a mom of 3 during the summertime. So why is it, late at night, when the house is quiet, that I get these amazing insights into my life, my relationships, and generally the universe as a whole. These ideas seem so awesome and

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I just love the 4th of July. It is the one day of the year I know that I will be able to spend it with my family and be able to "play". Yesterday we took the kids to the city parade (just down the street from us.) We met some friends up there, too. The parade itself was a bore. But, it was so fun to see the kids enjoying themselves so much. They were yelling and cheering. Gabrie had the

Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217465101863610678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469437.post-1057293414833439622003-07-03T23:36:00.000-05:002003-07-07T11:58:47.906-05:00

I took the kids to the pool today. Nothing special about that, really. We've been doing it everyday. (Ahhhh, the bliss of being a stay at home mom in the summertime!) However, today I saw something seriously disturbing. Picture this: A middle aged man (we are being kind here. He is knocking on the door of being old.) Gray hair...everywhere. (Is that a sweater or back hair.) Hunched

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