tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40409555782522225852024-03-05T18:56:16.669-05:00Live. Laugh. Pull your hair out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1229125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-29448628958770891482016-04-26T21:01:00.001-04:002016-04-26T21:01:51.751-04:00Alone<div style="text-align: center;">
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Long time, no talk.</div>
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Life went and got all busy and stuff, when I really just want to sit down and watch Dr. Phil and eat ice cream.</div>
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In my plaid jammies.</div>
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With my hair up.</div>
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And zit cream on.</div>
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So the other day when I was at the gym on the treadmill, I was deep thinking in between my near-death deep breaths.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I.Am.Alone.</span></div>
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Like, me, myself and I alone. </div>
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No one I need to tell when I'm going out or going to be late. No one I need to share a closet or bathroom with. No one I have to buy red meat for....</div>
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...or peppers and onions...</div>
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...or rice pudding.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I.Am.Alone.</span></div>
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If I die tomorrow, there will not be a husband/partner's name in my obituary. There won't be a grieving man standing over my photos.</div>
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As that thought crossed my mind, I looked around at the other men at the gym.</div>
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And I was totally OK with being alone.</div>
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Ew.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">But I do need a handyman.</span> That's all. </div>
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I'll invite him over to replace the pot lights in my basement, fix the bricks at the front of the house, hang some pictures and maybe rip up my carpet and replace with hardwood.</div>
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He can stay for a drink.</div>
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Then I'll ask him to put together my deck chairs....</div>
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...and go with me to purchase a BBQ.</div>
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When he carries it to my backyard, I'll give him some cashews or some manly snack.</div>
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And I will nicely ask him to put it together for me.</div>
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And see if he can stain my deck.</div>
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Then I will send him off on his way.</div>
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And I will be alone.</div>
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With my fixed up house.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-13124575208812253142016-04-03T14:14:00.001-04:002016-04-03T14:14:17.765-04:00Dear Men. Im sorry. I still like you.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">I had the flu</span> during Easter. Not just any flu. The near death, shoot me now to put me out of my misery kind of flu.</div>
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Wowsers.</div>
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I didn't know if I was going to survive to write another blog post. </div>
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But I am still here.</div>
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And here is a blog post.</div>
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You're welcome.</div>
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Confession. I have no idea what to write about. </div>
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I mean, I could write about my adventures dating at 40 years old, but it might deter any of you from leaving your house. Ever.</div>
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Its all good though, because I am learning about the opposite sex. And it is entertaining.................</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Most men do not know how to be on their own</span>. They need companionship. They need to feel wanted at all times. They need attention. Any kind of attention if you know what I mean. If men are left alone, it gives them too much time to think. Men thinking causes depression. When men are depressed, they look for attention so they don't have to think anymore. When looking for attention, they grab on to anything they can and change who they are to keep that person around</div>
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Its a vicious cycle that someone needs to find a cure for. Can someone invent a pill to give to men as soon as their relationship ends so they can not find a woman until they are normal human beings again?</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Men at my age have baggage</span>. Some have just a carry on full of baggage. Some have multiple, very large suitcases full of heavy baggage. Some think they don't have any, but, I quickly learn that they need a storage unit for the amount of baggage that travels with them. Fun times. I feel like a baggage investigator........</div>
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*How many kids do they have? How many women have these kids?</div>
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*Were they arrested recently...or ever?</div>
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*Does their ex have a new spouse? Is he/she psychotic?</div>
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*Is this guy dating multiple women at once?</div>
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I am the most non-judgmental, open minded human being you will ever know, but if I have to deal with excessive loads of baggage, I will run as fast as I can in the other direction. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Men. Get your shit together before looking for a woman who has her shit together. </span></div>
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OK, hang on. </div>
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I am not saying I don't have baggage. I do not trust easily and it will take a unique human being for me to completely trust again. My self confidence could use some work. The life I planned on living with the person I planned on living it with is no longer a possibility, so I have to climb back up and put myself on a pedestal. Working on it. </div>
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The difference is I know this. I am not pretending to not have baggage. I am not chasing men trying to find anyone I can "settle" with. I am focusing on becoming happy alone. If, after that, someone comes around and I want to add them to my already happy life, perfect.</div>
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In the meantime, Ill be a hermit and not leave my house.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-82918865470624443712016-03-23T19:25:00.001-04:002016-03-23T19:29:07.066-04:00Happy Life, Happy Momma<div style="text-align: center;">
First of all, let me give all of you a huge cyber hug and fist bump. Your many comments and well wishes after my last blog post touched my hurt, scarred, fragile heart.</div>
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Secondly, let me say that <span style="font-size: large;">I am good</span>. Despite the fact that my entire world is completely different than it was 2 years ago, I am totally OK with it. Like more than OK. </div>
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Watching my daddy slowly decline in health and then losing him almost 4 years ago (at a young age) changed me. </div>
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Losing a parent does that to you. </div>
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It messes you up. </div>
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It makes you realize that life is too fucking short to live unhappily.</div>
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Have you ever just sat back and thought about how short this life really is? Like really. The smell of my high school hallways is still in my brain. I still know all of the words to songs I sang in the 80's. I feel like college graduation was recently. But, in less than 10 years I will be 50 years old.</div>
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WTF??!!!!!!!!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have you ever sat back and thought about your life? Is it fun? Is it exciting? Are you happy? Do you do things that make you smile? Do you feel like you have accomplished much? Do you love? Are you loved? Are you truly yourself or pretending to be someone else to make others happy?</span></div>
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Because, before you know it, this life will be over and it would suck balls if you have regrets and feel you wasted it, don't you think?</div>
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Losing my dad opened my eyes to alot, but, mostly that I was not living the life I wanted. I was not the person I wanted to be. I was not loved the way I wanted to be loved. I was not loving the way I wanted to love. I was not having fun. </div>
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When others would ask what made<span style="font-size: x-large;"> me</span> happy, I couldn't answer them, because I had no idea.</div>
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Sad, isn't it?</div>
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But now.........</div>
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Pedicures</div>
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Getting my eyebrows done</div>
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Cranking my tunes on the way to work</div>
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Long conversations with people who truly care for me</div>
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Dancing</div>
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Drinking wine in a fancy glass</div>
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Staying in my PJ's all day while eating cookies and Kool Aid.</div>
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Spending 2 hours sweating at the gym</div>
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Owning a non-shedding dog</div>
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I can write you a book about what makes me happy.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-82850098810086125672016-03-20T15:01:00.000-04:002016-03-20T15:02:01.192-04:00Yo<div style="text-align: center;">
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Anyone here????? </div>
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Do people blog anymore???</div>
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I mean people who don't have gazillions of followers. People who don't get paid to write about random products. People who...are...um...just blogging for the hell of it.</div>
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I stepped away from this blog for over a year for many reasons, but, the most obvious reason is because it represents a <span style="font-size: large;">life that I do not live anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I no longer live in the country</span>. With horses. With a dog named Jersey. With barn cats and smells of manure and wet dirt.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I no longer take pictures</span> of random nothings. Beautiful nothings. I bring out my DSLR when there is a school/sports/holiday event that I know I will want to see when old and gray. </div>
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OK. That's a lie. </div>
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I have an iPhone. Currently with over 1000 photos that I must do something about.</div>
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Hold me.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am no longer a stay at home mom</span> dedicating my entire life to my family and putting myself last. Let me rephrase that. My children are my life and will always be my life. But now I work outside of the home and occasionally get a pedicure.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The person I considered my best friend for over 30 years is no longer my husband or my friend.</span> I am not married. I am a single, working mother of three amazing children who now lives in a small house in town with a small dog named Molly.</div>
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So much for life plans, huh? </div>
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Life has been a huge bag of WTF since July 2014, but I am still here. I have learned some major life lessons and some major self care lessons.</div>
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I am strong</div>
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I am happy</div>
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I am me</div>
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I will not be anyone else</div>
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I will not change myself so others will accept me</div>
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Like me or not</div>
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I am not the same person I was before July 2014. I never will be again.</div>
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even though they are bigger than me.....</div>
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Welcome to my new life.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-9763867136559972612014-12-28T18:19:00.001-05:002014-12-28T18:19:40.634-05:00Get lost 2014<center>
Wow.<br />
To say I am shocked that people still read my stuff is an understatement.<br />
Thank you for sticking with me after months and months of me standing you up....kinda sorta.<br />
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I am so effing happy that 2014 is almost over. Next to losing my daddy in 2012, this year has completely sucked big fat hairy balls and can ride off into the sunset and be forgotten.<br />
Just like jelly shoes....<br />
....Milli Vanilli....<br />
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Dear 2014.<br />
F U.<br />
Love Me.<br />
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Despite the crappyness of the past 6 months, I have been told by many, many people that I seem more relaxed and happier than I ever have been.<br />
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I am.<br />
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The truth is, I was living a life that I did not enjoy. I tried my hardest to be the person I thought I should be. I tried my hardest to make others happy.<br />
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But realized that I was not living the life I wanted. I was not the person I wanted to be. I was not happy. It took a big fat punch to my gut for me to realize it, but, who cares now. I realized it and acted on it because if I know anything after losing my daddy, it is that life is too fucking short to be unhappy.<br />
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Soooooooo........my plan for 2015?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To be me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To find happiness</span>. I am already starting.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To live simply.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To love harder than I have ever loved before</span>. Myself and others.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To be a happy mom for my kids</span>, even if it means saying no sometimes and teaching them that life isn't always rainbows and candy.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To get a job</span>. HA.<br />
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Amen Hallelujah to new beginnings.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-11717808175564612472014-12-23T15:57:00.001-05:002014-12-23T15:59:34.624-05:00Yo<center>
Yo.<br />
Remember me? <br />
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I just spent many, many minutes trying to get back into this blog because I could not remember any of my passwords. For a few of those minutes I thought that maybe this was a sign that I should just give up and let my blog go down in history.<br />
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But instead, I kept going.<br />
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Typing in every possible password I could think of until I had to prove who I was and make up a new one that I probably wont remember tomorrow.<br />
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Here I am. Now what? Where do I start?<br />
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My life is not what it was 6 months ago when I talked about horses and cats and Jersey the dog. In fact, it has completely been turned upside down into something I never would have predicted in a gazillion years.<br />
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I am surviving. I take it day by day and consider every morning I get out of bed a huge success. Yay me! ((((group hug))))<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I am still deciding if I should make this private so I can write my thoughts without fear of judgement and catty opinions, but, who knows?!</span><br />
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I have always considered writing a form of therapy and have wanted to return to this blog for months, but would not do so until some unfinished business was...ummmm.....finished. Instead of writing, I drove (and still do) to my therapist every week or two to spill my guts about my fucked up life. Finally I feel like I am on the right path for myself....for my sanity.<br />
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I am looking forward to happiness and joy.<br />
I am looking forward to leading the life that I choose.<br />
I am looking forward to finding myself.<br />
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But shit, it is alot of work.<br />
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A new haircut always helps.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-11056615098183988712014-06-05T14:23:00.000-04:002014-06-05T14:23:17.246-04:00That moment when I had a moment<center>
Oh, Hi. <br />
Remember me? I'm the gal who started this ol' blog with the intent of documenting the moments in my family's lives, venting about those memorable moments and, well, crap..........life has just gotten in the way.<br />
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Is blogging a dying breed?<br />
Are people just using facebook/instagram/twitter now? Fill me in so I can keep up with the cool peeps.<br />
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Today as I sat here on the computer registering my kids for summer camp, something led me back here. Maybe that means I am not ready to close this thing down. Maybe I still have stuff to say. <br />
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Deep thoughts.......<br />
Random thoughts.....<br />
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Who knows?<br />
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First lets talk about me. <br />
HA<br />
God, I am funny.<br />
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I have a freckle/mole thing on my body that I had to get checked out.<br />
P.S. Whenever I say "mole" I think of this scene.<br />
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On the way to see my doc I had a moment.<br />
A moment that made me think about how things can change in a second.<br />
I mean, if this "moley moley moley" turns out to be something not so great, my life will change instantly. If it's nothing, that's frickin awesome, but I need to smarten my ass up.</center>
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Life is too short to sweat the small stuff all of the time.<br />
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I mean, holy crap. I am 39 years old. My children are healthy, happy and thriving. They are growing more independent by the day and before I know it, they will be packing their bags and heading out into the real world.<br />
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I need to snap out of my "holyshitmykidsarelazy" mood and breathe in this time.<br />
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That was my moment.<br />
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And then I came home and <a href="http://febreze.com/en-CA/Index.aspx?utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=Febreze_Search_Desktop_Brand+Awareness&utm_term=febreze&utm_content=seXtmlhof|dc_febreze_e_27583167864">Febreze</a>-d their stinky shoes without cursing once.</center>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-63087935349111319552014-05-12T13:12:00.001-04:002014-05-12T13:12:39.797-04:00Yo.<div style="text-align: center;">
Dude, I am still alive.</div>
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Fo realz.</div>
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I am alive as in breathing alive, not climbing up a mountain singing "hallelujah" alive, but whatever.</div>
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Basically, I am existing.</div>
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Don't say "aw" and "you poor thing", because, honestly, I think <i>existing</i> is friggin awesome right now.</div>
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I have recently come to terms with the fact that my life as a mother is changing. </div>
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My children have all entered into different phases of their lives and now Mommy has to catch up and just deal with it.</div>
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They don't need me as much.</div>
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They don't like me very much.</div>
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In fact, there are many times they hate me.</div>
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And instead of doing the ugly cry in the corner, I am learning (slowly) to just suck it up.</div>
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But fuck it is hard.</div>
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To all of you peeps who have infants and toddlers, enjoy every second, because when they get to their tween years it is a whole new game.</div>
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Its a shitty game where the rules change constantly and you have to find a way to stay ahead of your independent, stubborn, smart opponents (aka your children) before they kick your ass.</div>
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While dealing with this new change, I am also realizing that I have lost myself.</div>
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My life has been lived for my babies over the last 12 years and now (at times) they hate me and...well....that's hard for me because theyaremylife.</div>
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In my mind I am thinking......</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>"I have done everything for them and they don't even appreciate it?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Have I screwed up as a parent because they still hate me after all I do for them?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Is it hormones?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Am I a wimp?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>I need to get a life."</b></span></div>
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But then I hug and kiss them and tell them I love them anyways and pray to God that they grow up healthy and happy because their parents adore them</div>
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Its a never ending battle in my head, which is probably why I'm a mental mess.</div>
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So where does that leave blogging?</div>
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I mean, its rare that I can take a photo of my kids without them covering their faces or running the other way.</div>
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I could write about all the reasons they hate me today or what caused the fist fight at 7am, but that might get boring......or not.....</div>
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I could write about all of the pretty crafts I make and house redecorating I do, but.....hahahahahahahaha......it doesn't happen.</div>
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I have irritable bowel syndrome that makes eating anything other than applesauce a huge pain in my ass....literally.</div>
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Stay tuned.</div>
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Maybe soon I will write about shit my big kids are doing.</div>
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Or Ike and Duke the horses and Jersey the dog.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-53256566595402015152014-04-10T09:56:00.002-04:002014-04-10T10:02:46.828-04:00ReflectionLately......<br />
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My reflection shows a face full of stress....<br />
....worry....<br />
...depression...<br />
...irritable bowel syndrome...whatever the eff that is.......<br />
...unknown wants....<br />
...and needs.<br />
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My reflection shows alot of zits....<br />
....random hairs that are showing up where they shouldn't....<br />
....and wrinkles that show up more when I wear makeup to hide my zits.<br />
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My reflection needs to change.<br />
I'm working on it.<br />
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Be back {very} soon.<br />
hugsandsmooches<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-64410217648473404462014-03-13T14:40:00.000-04:002014-03-13T14:40:00.965-04:00Old School Blogging<center>
Confession.<br />
I'm lacking blog-writing motivation, so when I saw this, I jumped right on it.<br />
For all of you newbies, blogging used to be all light and fluffy. There wasn't much talk about deep, thought provoking, therapeutic nonsense like there is now.<br />
That is probably why I am unable to put together a post lately. Because I have nothing deep to talk about. <br />
I have a dog that eats his own poop, a tween who hates me a lot of the time and live in weather too cold to even step outside my house.<br />
So, unless you want me to cry on your shoulder, its best I just stay quiet.......until now.<br />
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Here goes.....<br />
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<b>What is the last thing you watched on TV?</b><br />
Dexter. Actually, it is the only thing hubby and I have watched for the last few months and I know, for sure, that we will both need a very high dosage of happy pills when we are finished.<br />
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Lets talk about how awesome that show is.<br />
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<b>When did you last step outside? What were you doing?</b><br />
This morning to take out the recycling.<br />
My boogers froze in 0.3 seconds. It is mid March and it is -20 something (Celsius).<br />
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Hold me.<br />
I need warmth.<br />
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<b>What is on the walls of the room you are in?</b><br />
There are two sconces, a TV and a couple pictures.<br />
Oh yeah, I cant forget the boogers. This kid likes to wipe her boogers on the walls.<br />
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One day I will think it is funny, right?<br />
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If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?</b><br />
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I would probably buy a lakefront home and a new (non-minivan) vehicle. </center>
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Buy a lifetime supply of animal crackers and Blistex. <br />
I'm a simple person.<br />
I don't need much.<br />
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Tell me something about you that most people don’t know.</b><br />
I think I can finish word search puzzles faster than anyone else in the Universe. Its a special, unique talent of mine, and one day, maybe there will be a contest. It would be awesome if the prize was a few million dollars so I could buy the stuff above.<br />
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Who made the last incoming call on your phone? </b>My Mama<br />
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If you could change something about your home, without worry about expense or mess, what would you do?</b><br />
I would have our basement finished.<br />
Then I would hire a landscaper to design beautiful gardens around the property.<br />
Then I would have a pool installed.<br />
And have someone finish the window coverings throughout the house.<br />
Another reason I need $$$$$$$$<br />
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What was the last thing you bought?</b><br />
Groceries. Because my children are bottomless pits.................<br />
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Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? </b><br />
I vomited a bit in my mouth just thinking about both of them. I cant even handle the merry go round and swing rides at theme parks.<br />
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If you could eat lunch with one famous person, who would it be?</b><br />
This is a tough one. I would like to talk to my boyfriend, John Mayer and ask him why he is such a douchebag to all of those pretty gals. I would like to talk to the Dexter guy and convince him to bring the show back to TV. I would also like to talk to the Breaking Bad dude to tell him I miss him.<br />
I'm such a dork.<br />
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Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? </b><br /> Gap. It would be even better if I was a size or two smaller..........<br />
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Is the glass half empty or half full? </b><br />
Sadly, I admit I am a glass half empty kinda gal. This needs to change. Or I need to up my happy pills.<br />
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What’s the farthest-away place you’ve been?</b><br />
Geesh....I'm awful at geography. I am in Ontario, Canada.<br />
I have been to Jamaica, Cuba, Las Vegas, British Columbia. Which place is the farthest?<br />
"Farthest" is a weird word, isn't it? Say it a few times..........<br />
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What’s under your bed?</b><br />
Dust and dog hair.<br />
Don't judge.<br />
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What is your favorite time of the day? </b><br />
The moment the kids get on the school bus and I get to eat my breakfast in peace.<br />
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What Inspires You? </b><br />
This is a deep question which means I am unable to answer it at this time. Come back to me when I am inspired to write about it.<br />
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BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!<br />
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Peace out.<br />
Word to your Motha.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-2007508149997639952014-03-04T20:23:00.000-05:002014-03-04T20:23:19.413-05:00This is me trying to enjoy the little things in the midst of craptastic weather.<center>
I am trying my hardest to enjoy small things as March enters with a big, fat, snowy roar.<br />
I gave myself a little pep talk......ummmm....OK....I told myself to snap the F$%^ out of my funk and open my eyes up to all that is wonderful and sparkly and unicorn-ish and rainbow-y.<br />
Then I ate a few {hundred} animal crackers because I am so addicted to them.<br />
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So, lets enjoy the small things, shall we?<br />
Like animal crackers.<br />
They are small and cute and oh so effing yummy.<br />
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I also enjoy watching Jersey the dog run outside in the snow.<br />
It's snowy and -20 something, but he is completely happy running and jumping and burying his face in the powdery stuff I hate so much.<br />
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Less carbs make me feel better.</div>
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I think I have finally figured out that carbs and my body do not get along.</div>
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Bread makes me feel crappy.</div>
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Breadless sandwiches are deelish.</div>
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Less dairy.</div>
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Less carbs.</div>
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No soda.</div>
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No processed crap.</div>
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Give me a pat on the back for making this huge lifestyle change.</div>
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Hes kinda small....and pretty.</div>
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And he thanks his mom in his Oscar acceptance speech.</div>
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Thumbs up for pretty boys who love their Mama.</div>
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One of my perfect children is trying out for the school basketball team.</div>
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The same child who screamed at day camp, skating lessons, swimming lessons, babysitting, first day of school.</div>
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The same child who has anxiety months before any event or special occasion.</div>
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If he makes the team, I will certainly do the ugly cry.</div>
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And I will probably hug the coach and love him forever for giving my kid the self esteem he needs to love himself as much as I do.</div>
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Today I went to the dentist.</div>
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I had no cavities.</div>
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No tumours on my sinuses or jaw.</div>
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No bone wear.</div>
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No gum disease.</div>
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And I didn't gag while getting xrays.</div>
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Yay, me!</div>
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Spring is soon.</div>
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Amen, hallelujah.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-45328291781909423972014-02-28T07:53:00.000-05:002014-02-28T07:53:53.188-05:00Random<center>
The last few days can just go bite it.<br />
The weather.<br />
My lumpy, bumpy body in a bathing suit.<br />
My children growing up.<br />
I want to go back to summer 2010 please and thank you.<br />
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*Today it was so cold and windy and snowy that I could only see a few feet in front of my vehicle. As I drove my shitmobile to do groceries I was wondering why the hell I was driving to the grocery store on such a craptastic day. I mean, really, we couldve survived 24 more hours without some raspberries and hummus.<br />
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It was a stupid idea.<br />
Except I really wanted hummus.<br />
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*This<br />
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*The boys told me they don't believe in the Easter Bunny/Santa/Tooth Fairy and I almost did the ugly cry. I have dreaded this day since 2002, and, then, in a casual conversation it came up.<br />
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Like I said.<br />
Lets go back to 2010.<br />
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*Sometimes I feel guilty when the horses are outside in the cold. But then I see them run and play and then they run away from me when I come to the barn door which tells me they are happy.<br />
Happy horses make me happy.<br />
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*While at the waterpark the other day when I looked all lumpy, bumpy and cottage-cheesey, I glanced at my three babies and noticed something.<br />
They aren't babies anymore and it makes me sad.<br />
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And then I thought about the fact that I carried each of them inside my imperfect body.....<br />
and how perfect all three of them are....<br />
and that maybe its OK my body doesn't look like a supermodel.....<br />
....because my body made this.<br />
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And that's all that matters.<br />
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Wow.<br />
That was deep.<br />
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You might be surprised to read this, but, I don't know everything.<br />
I know, I know. Its shocking, but it is very true and I am realizing this more and more as I get older and my children grow.<br />
I mean, just in the month of February I learned alot of crap.<br />
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I learned that a humidifier in my bedroom is exactly what I need to stop my cough at night. I was convinced I was dying of some incurable lung disease, but, nope....it is just dry in the house.<br />
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I learned that Mother Nature is a big, fat bitch. <br />
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I learned that Rita dies in the TV show, Dexter and I couldn't sleep for days because I was so upset about it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(this is Rita and Dexter)</span>
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I learned that my daughter can sing "Let it Go" 297539796734967496 times and still not be tired of it.<br />
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I learned that Ike and Duke will be the stars at the local Maple Syrup Festival in March. Go see them.....and the maple syrup stuff too.................<br />
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I learned that one of my kids has a hot chocolate addiction.<br />
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I learned that I still have MAJOR body image issues in a bathing suit and am now searching for a swimsuit that hides all my lumps and bumps. Help a girl out, will ya?<br />
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I also learned that taking my kids to an indoor water park is exhausting and takes me two days to recuperate.<br />
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I am a crotchety old lady with lumps and bumps and a nighttime cough.<br />
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My hubby is a lucky man.<br />
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Bring on March!<br />
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The other day I was..umm..kinda yelling at my kids because they were wrestling.<br />
I smiled, because I imagined my father sitting beside me.<br />
He would have said sarcastically, "Why don't you have a few more kids?" and then he would have giggled at his humour.<br />
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Last week I was in the grocery store and saw a freshly baked Boston Cream Pie.<br />
I smiled because I remembered how much my daddy loved them.<br />
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Today I was remembering how much my dad used to hate cats.<br />
Then, all of a sudden he loved them.<br />
So much, that he and mom had a few at home that I think he loved more than me.<br />
I smiled.<br />
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On Nicholas' birthday last week, I remembered my daddy standing outside the birthing room waiting for his first grandchild to be born 12 years ago.<br />
He was so excited.<br />
And nervous.<br />
And fell madly in love with his grandson instantly.<br />
I remembered dad "inspecting" Nicholas and how he was completely in awe of his perfection.<br />
I smiled.<br />
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A few weeks ago I drove my father's pick up truck.<br />
It still smells like him.<br />
I tried to smile, but I couldn't.<br />
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Because he isn't here today, on what would have been his birthday.<br />
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Happy Birthday up in Heaven, Daddy.<br />
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12 years ago today I became a mother for the very first time.<br />
After quickly labouring to the pushing stage, my baby decided to stay put.<br />
In fact, he decided to chill out in my uterus until I was so exhausted that I could not push him out.<br />
I am pretty sure he would've been quite content to stay inside until he was a few years old, but, the doc wasn't into it and pulled out the vacuum.<br />
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Have you ever tried to push a baby out with a vacuum on his head and your tiny, female doctor pulling so hard, her leg was against the bed?<br />
Fun times, I tell ya.<br />
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Eventually, my almost 9 pound baby entered this world unwillingly and I <span style="font-size: x-large;">love</span>d him instantly.<br />
He cried....<br />
....and cried....<br />
....and cried...<br />
for hours.<br />
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He cried so long that I wanted to put him back inside.<br />
He cried so much that the nurses eventually took him from me because he was disrupting the entire floor.<br />
By that point I was OK with it, and actually thought about making a quick escape back home.<br />
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But I didn't.<br />
Because I was so completely in <span style="font-size: x-large;">love </span>with my new baby boy.<br />
And I still am.<br />
And always will be.<br />
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Happy birthday to my peanut butter addicted, horse loving, messy, sometimes lazy, extremely handsome, growing up too fast big boy.<br />
*sniff*<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-36824747756675840712014-02-10T14:55:00.000-05:002014-02-10T14:55:25.831-05:00Olympics Random Thoughts<center>
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*Just so you know, as of this moment...<br />
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That's right, bitches. Canada is kicking butt.<br />
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*I wish I was a skier....<br />
...or a skater....<br />
...or a curler....<br />
...or a hockey player...<br />
...or, well, athletic in any kind of way<br />
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*I enjoy some of the tight-fitting outfits<br />
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*You all know I have bathroom issues. So, you<i> must </i>know that if I saw this, I would get poop soup immediately, because the thought of uncomfortable or notnearby bathroom facilities starts the system, if you know what I mean.<br />
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*I would like to toboggan down some of those ski hills</div>
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*Tobogganing should be an Olympic sport. <b>Then</b> I would be an athlete.</div>
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*We were watching speed skating. By the end of the 3000m race, the skaters were practically panting from the exhaustion. My kids couldn't understand why they were all laughing. And, when I explained that they were exhausted, my kids couldn't understand why........</div>
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*Apparently there is a stray dog problem in Sochi. Can someone send them all here and I will love them forever?</div>
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*Dear Russia. Gay people are awesome. Gay athletes are awesome. Just accept everyone and the world will be a better place.</div>
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*Do moguls skiers eventually need knee replacements?</div>
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*When a Canadian wins, I cant help but do the ugly cry.</div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">*Dear Canadian athletes. You guys rock and the entire country is cheering you on. Love Moi</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-92093362361096228692014-02-05T13:23:00.000-05:002014-02-05T13:23:17.455-05:00Have You Ever?<center>
Dude, we are in the midst of a very cold and snowy Hell.<br />
The snow just wont stop.<br />
The cold wont go away.<br />
I need a haircut. I need my gray hair coloured. I need colour in my skin. I need groceries. I need fresh air. I NEED WINTER TO BE OVER goshdarndangit.<br />
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But it sure is pretty.......<br />
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Have you ever wished for less snow/cold/wind?<br />
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Have you ever watched your children build snow forts and remember doing the same as a child?<br />
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Have you ever felt sorry for the trees?<br />
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Have you ever wondered if your skin will look like this in 50-60 years?<br />
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Have you ever rubbed your horse's ears because they are just so damn cute?<br />
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Have you ever wished your dog wouldn't fetch his ball so you could go in the house where its warm?<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-71219015168197281742014-01-31T07:56:00.001-05:002014-01-31T07:56:26.687-05:0010<center>
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January 31, 2004, my second born came into this world in a huge rush.<br />
He entered this life with such speed that the doctor missed it.<br />
And since that day, this perfect creation has continued to live by his own schedule.<br />
I love this kid so effing much that it hurts.<br />
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I could tell you everything I love about him, but that would take until next month, so, instead read this interview.<br />
It's funny because he hated it so much.............<br />
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<strong>"Matthew, can I ask you a few questions?"<br />
"No"</strong><br />
<strong>"It won't take long, I promise"</strong><br />
"OHHHHHH MOM, I HATE THESE THINGS!!!!!!"<br />
<strong>"One day, you will thank me for doing all of this"</strong><br />
"No I won't"<br />
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<strong>"Whats your favourite colour?"</strong><br />
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"Rick's Restoration.</center>
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<strong>"Do you mean American Restoration?"</strong></center>
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"No"</center>
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<strong>"Movie?"</strong><br />
"I don't know"<br />
<strong>"Food?"</strong><br />
"Spaghetti and Hamburger Helper"<br />
<strong>"Number?"</strong><br />
"1111"<br />
<strong>"Why?"</strong><br />
"Because its all ones"<br />
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<strong>"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"</strong><br />
"Under the Sea"<br />
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<strong>"Who is the Prime Minister of Canada?"</strong><br />
"Marack Obama"<br />
<strong>"President of the United States?"</strong><br />
"Marack Obama"<br />
<strong>"Wow, he must be a busy guy"</strong> <br />
<strong>"What makes you happy?"</strong><br />
"Going to sleep"<br />
<strong>"Mad?"</strong><br />
"When Nicholas calls me names"<br />
<strong>"Sad"</strong><br />
"When Nicholas copies me in a girl voice"<br />
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<strong>"Tell me one good thing about Dad"</strong><br />
"He buys me Tim Hortons hot chocolate"<br />
<strong>"Tell me one good thing about Mom"</strong><br />
"She makes me Hamburger Helper"<br />
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<strong>"How tall do you think you will grow?"</strong><br />
6 foot 3<br />
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<strong>"Where will you go on your first date?"</strong><br />
"This is dumb"<br />
<strong>"WHERE?????????????"</strong><br />
"A restaurant"<br />
<strong>"What will you do there?"</strong><br />
"Give her a smooch"<br />
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<strong>"Who and what would you take with you if you were stranded on a desert island?"</strong><br />
"Food, water and Dad, because Dad knows about most stuff"<br />
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<strong>"Are you going to have kids one day?"</strong><br />
"Sure. Maybe 1"<br />
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<strong>"What do you own right now that you will keep forever?"</strong><br />
"A picture of my family"<br />
<strong>"Why?"</strong><br />
"So I have memories"<br />
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<strong>"What kind of car will you drive when you're a grown up?"</strong><br />
"A Ford Super duty Diesel Doctor"<br />
<strong>"Is that real?"</strong><br />
"YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"<br />
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<strong>"What part of being a grown up are you looking forward to the most?</strong><br />
"Being able to tell people what to do"<br />
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<strong>"What part are you a little afraid of?"</strong><br />
"Paying bills"<br />
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"Are we done now?"<br />
<strong>"Yeah"</strong></center>
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Happy birthday to my headstrong, handsome, smart, funny, athletic, affectionate 10 year old.</center>
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*sniff*<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-57075689415363689252014-01-30T07:56:00.002-05:002014-01-30T07:56:52.791-05:00Trixie<center>
When I was young, a family member had a dog, named Trixie.<br />
I'm not sure what happened, but somehow Trixie ended up with us.<br />
Trixie was a unique creature, but I still loved her dearly.<br />
She kinda looked like this.<br />
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Except this dog is kinda cute.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Some facts about Trixie the dog.</u></span>
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*She danced on her back legs when she wanted treats or to be picked up.<br />
Kinda like this.<br />
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*She sang to the Sesame Street music.<br />
And the telephone ringing.<br />
*Sometimes my dad would get silly ideas. Like putting Trixie in the cupboard or on a shelf in my closet. She would just sit there, like it was just something she was supposed to do.<br />
*She hated swimming.<br />
But loved riding on the back of the snowmobile. Sometimes my dad would take her for rides on the icy lake. When he would make a sharp turn, Trixie would slip off the machine and slide across the ice. <br />
Then she would get back on for another ride.<br />
*Trixie didn't mind sleeping like this.<br />
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*Trixie did not like my brother. Probably because he was little, and hyper and only interested in bugging her.</div>
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*Trixie enjoyed motorcycle rides.</div>
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But hated being on a leash.</div>
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*I used to dress her up in my Cabbage Patch Kid clothes.</div>
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*Sometimes Trixie got fleas. I used to make flea traps with bowls of vinegar or sugar water and bright lights. It was like Christmas morning waking up to see how many fleas I caught overnight.</div>
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*As my beloved dog got older, she lost her hair.</div>
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Not just a little bit of hair, but so much hair that I was too embarrassed to have friends over because they would laugh at her and I didn't want her to feel bad about the way she looked.</div>
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The best part was that her huge bald spot exposed her very large birthmark.</div>
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*And she also started to stink.</div>
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Not just a little bit of stink, but so much stink that many people didn't want to get near her.</div>
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My poor baby.</div>
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*I think she was 16 or 17 when she finally went to Heaven.</div>
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*She only loved me. </div>
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*I miss her.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-84697262662211182532014-01-28T18:51:00.001-05:002014-01-28T18:52:03.249-05:00I am a parenting failure and Cindy is horny.<center>
Sometimes I don't enjoy this whole parenting thing.<br />
Sometimes I remember my life before children, when I could come home from work, eat dinner in front of the TV, watch my shows and go to bed without being responsible for anyone but myself.<br />
It seems so easy now, even though I thought my life was stressful at the time.<br />
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This weekend one of my {headstrong, speakbeforethinkingwithoutanyconcernforfeelings} informed me that all of his friends' Moms bake homemade stuff whenever he is there for a play date. He always gets to eat banana bread or something yummy for dessert when visiting. He also let me know that his friend's Moms are "always happy" and "in a good mood".<br />
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That's not all.<br />
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Apparently every other family does fun stuff every single weekend and our family never does any fun stuff and he doesn't think that is fair. He thinks that every weekend our family of 5 needs to head north to go skiing, or go bowling, or tubing, or to the movies, or rock climbing, or to a hotel.<br />
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Basically he thinks money flies out of our asses.<br />
And he has forgotten that we took him to Disney world two months ago and are taking him to Great Wolf Lodge in a few weeks.<br />
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I think he was trying to make me feel bad, and, in all honesty, I did for 0.3 seconds. Not because he was right, but because he doesn't appreciate a damn thing we do for him.<br />
He doesn't realize that my life is lived for him.<br />
He doesn't realize that everything I do is to create the best life for him.<br />
He doesn't remember the {many} times I bake banana bread, muffins, cupcakes, brownies and other treats because I know he loves them.<br />
He doesn't think of the many times I rub his tummy because it is sore....<br />
the times we have dance parties in the living room....<br />
the times I AM in a good mood.<br />
He cant appreciate all that he has because he is too busy thinking of everything he doesn't have.<br />
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My solution to this?<br />
My first thought was eating myself into a chocolate coma so I could escape all of my "I am failing as a parent" feelings, but, eventually I would wake up.<br />
Then I thought I could make him get a job so he could do all of those fun things that cost money, but, he is still too young.<br />
So instead I am officially going on a baking and "good mood" strike.<br />
And I am cancelling our trip to Great Wolf Lodge.<br />
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OK, not really, because I want to go.<br />
I just have to figure out how to stay in a bad mood while there.<br />
I need a group hug {and hard liquor} because this parenting thing is just a big wad of suckage right now.<br />
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In totally unrelated news, Cindy the pony is in heat and harassing Ike the gelding.<br />
She's basically twerking in his face until he tries to mount her.<br />
Then she kicks him.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-85602714731108495922014-01-24T07:54:00.002-05:002014-01-24T07:54:36.980-05:00Looking for a silver lining.....<center>
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Dear Mother Nature.<br />
Right now, I hate you.<br />
Love Momma</span>
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*For the last 4-5 days, it has been around -20 degrees Celsius. One day it felt like -35. Do you realize how cold that is?<br />
It is so cold that my boogers froze almost instantly.<br />
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*It's so cold that my piece of s^%$ vehicle wont start and hasn't started for almost 4 days.<br />
I am a prisoner in my own home and I am about to lose my effing mind.<br />
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*My kids have had indoor recess at school for days which means they are going stir crazy, which means they are driving me to pull my hair out strand by strand.<br />
True story.<br />
I hid in the bathroom for a very long time yesterday pretending that I was experiencing a case of poop soup when really I just wanted to get away from the little shitheads fighting.<br />
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*The horses don't want to be outside.<br />
There is bunny poop at every door to the house because I think the poor buggers are trying to break into the house during the night.<br />
The cat{s} are nestled in the hay to keep themselves warm.<br />
And I have a cough.<br />
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*The silver lining to this piece of crap weather???<br />
Its so cold that Jersey the dog doesn't even want to run away.<br />
And we can have an ice rink on our back field.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Dear Mother Nature<br />
Maybe "hate" is a strong word.<br />
I guess you're OK..<br />
Love Momma</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-34294336042238148372014-01-21T18:03:00.000-05:002014-01-21T18:03:56.739-05:00Sucker Punch<center>
The other night I was trying to organize the thousands of photographs that were never put into photo albums and ended up being thrown into a box.<br />
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I have attachment issues with photographs.</div>
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Its one of my <strong>many</strong> issues.</div>
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While my children played around me, I sat on the basement {concrete} floor "Ooooo"ing and "Awwww"ing over my babies when they were actual, little tiny babies.</div>
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I called my kids over to look at pictures of themselves and all of their baby-ish perfection.</div>
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I showed them photos of their dad and I as young kids and adults before children.</div>
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They weren't interested.</div>
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I was a basket case.</div>
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I mean, what has happened??</div>
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They were just babies yesterday.<br />
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I was just a kid last week.</div>
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And now my {almost} 12 year old is deep thinking what he wants to be when he grows up.</div>
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My {almost} 10 year old wears a size 9.5 men's shoe.</div>
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And my {almost} 6 year old acts like she is 16.</div>
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Time.<br />
One big, ginormous sucker punch to the face.<br />
I have the wrinkles to prove it.<br />
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**Joining <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/blog/">MamaKat</a> this week. I think she has missed me.**</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-80030684679369491232014-01-18T13:18:00.000-05:002014-01-18T13:18:07.461-05:00Tidbits. Mostly me whining, but sometimes it is necessary.<center>
* Yesterday was a PA Day. My kids fought all day.<br />
* They also wanted me to watch them bounce balls, ride scooters, draw, colour, buy them expensive shoes, dance, exercise and go sledding when all I wanted to do was go to bed.<br />
* I am in the midst of the winter blues.<br />
* <a href="http://livelaughpullhairout.blogspot.ca/2014/01/jersey-typical-gsd.html">Jersey the dog</a> was a bad boy. We have to make some difficult decisions.<br />
* I miss my Daddy.<br />
* I sliced my finger with a knife the other day.<br />
* And then again yesterday.<br />
* A new cat or two has showed up in our barn. We think one might be Blackie who went missing over a year ago.<br />
* And the other one looks like the baby daddy to the many kittens birthed in our barn.<br />
* I purchased <a href="http://beckyhiggins.com/">Project Life</a> stuff so I can start a new beginning in how I "scrapbook" our memories.<br />
* I think my happy pills need to be increased.<br />
* Lets have a group hug. Tell me everything is going to be OK.<br />
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This a Duke the horse.<br />
He enjoys rolling in the snow.<br />
And eating.<br />
And smelling Cindy the girl horse's bum.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-11636195725345466022014-01-15T08:02:00.000-05:002014-01-15T08:02:52.317-05:00Jersey the {Typical} GSD<center>
The other day as I watched my dog wander across the road after yelling "No" 2979385794367 times, shaking the treat bag, turning on the vacuum, stomping my feet and almost doing the ugly cry in our driveway while wearing my pyjamas, I had a thought.<br />
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OK, I had a few thoughts.<br />
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But the thought I want to talk about here is this......<br />
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......Jersey the dog is too smart for me.<br />
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I mean, really. If a scary woman was yelling at me to "come", when all I really want to do is check out the fun smells across the road, I would run the other way.<br />
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And that is what he did.<br />
Because he wanted to.<br />
Because he knew that there really was no way that I could stop him.<br />
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I'm pretty sure he laughed at me as he ran in the field to eat bunny shit.<br />
Whatever.<br />
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So I went to the store looking for "Pet Containment Systems" because I just cant do the ugly cry in my driveway anymore over this animal who constantly wins.</center>
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Guys, guess what?????<br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Every photo on every box was a German Shepherd!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong> </center>
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FML.<br />
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I had another thought......<br />
....Jersey the dog might just be a typical German Shepherd.<br />
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For months I have been convinced he suffered PTSD because of coccidia/a kick from a horse/cutting his paw open/a whack to the eye from a tree branch....but, nope.<br />
He fits in with the description of the breed.<br />
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<em>Highly active indoors<br />
Highly active outdoors<br />
Highly vigorous and energetic<br />
Highly dominant to strange dogs<br />
Moderately dominant to familiar people<br />
Highly territorial<br />
Low sociability with strangers<br />
Highly protective<br />
Brilliant<br />
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People, I need a dumb dog.<br />
One who listens to me when I call because he wants a treat or a pat on the head.<br />
One who is too afraid to venture out into the world because he loves me so much he would never want to leave.<br />
One who prefers belly rubs to playing fetch 6 hours a day.<br />
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But instead, I have Jersey. <br />
The dog who constantly tests my sanity.</center>
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The dog who is allergic to poultry.<br />
The dog who protects my daughter from the blow dryer because he thinks it is a gun.<br />
The dog who herds Cindy the horse into the barn.<br />
The dog who toboggans.<br />
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I guess I will keep him, but maybe I could get a little Shih Tzu or something too.<br />
Oh, wait, Jersey might eat it......<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-82253824611312371542014-01-10T08:09:00.000-05:002014-01-10T08:09:07.361-05:00Random<center>
Word up, peeps.<br />
Its Friday and you know what that means?<br />
Random nonsense.<br />
My favourite kind of stuff because then I don't have to get all creative and make collage thingies that no one sees.<br />
Geesh, I didn't think it was that bad.<br />
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Anyways, I am still thawing out after our week of -30 temperatures and snow dumps. <br />
You know its bad when Jersey the dog doesn't even try to run away.<br />
And its really bad when he pisses on the deck because he cant stand the thought of venturing out into deep snow.<br />
Jerk.<br />
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So, lets get at it, shall we?<br />
*I recently purchased a hair straightener iron thingy, but am too scared to use it, because I think this might happen.<br />
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*I have grieved the end of Breaking Bad and am now addicted to Dexter. The sister annoys me and is too skinny, but I enjoy the weirdness of Dexter. I also like that he kills bad people.<br />
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*Dear Courtney Cox. What happened to your face?<br />
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*Our heating bill was over $1000 this month. So, we have been trying to warm the house with our wood burning fireplace to cut back on the cost. I have been starting fires all week with paper and kindling. Then yesterday I found hubby's fire starter logs. </div>
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Now that I know I am a Girl Scout, my next goal is to build a shelter out of palm leaves and coconuts.</div>
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*This is my daughter. She is obsessed with the movie "Frozen" and watches YouTube constantly. Apparently she learned the words.......</div>
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