tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64819987743836258132012-02-16T15:19:01.929-05:00Just daily musings, rantings, ravings, and insightful phlegm from me on a variety of subjects, subtopics, and rambling drivel that only 60-70% of the population would appreciate. All of this brought to you while I slowly slip into madness and delusions.SNMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207940842110172974noreply@blogger.comBlogger811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481998774383625813.post-41547875193584098222009-03-18T13:55:00.003-04:002009-03-18T14:04:46.304-04:00

So today my thoughts are random things that I wonder how many times it takes before it locks into a 2 year old's mind and is it just me or is he messing with me?How many times can you tell a 2 year old that if you throw the plastic Easter Eggs against the wall or other hard objects, they're going to break open and Mommy can't drop everything at 2 minute intervals to pop them back together. How

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When you have a toddler or even an infant and things get too messy, sticky, poopy, colored on, etc. in life, the one constant is that you can always throw them in the tub and hose them down. Anyone else in your life that was filthy and you rushed them with such fever up the stairs and into the bathroom to be stripped down and scrubbed thoroughly would be appalled and put up lots of protest, but a

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You grow up and there are certain tests that there is a fair amount of pressure for you to pass. I always thought the most embarassing one to fail was the Spelling Bee you had amongst your classmates in Elementary school. You're standing up there with all 27 people in your 2nd grade class and you know you suck at spelling aloud but you have to do it anyways and it sucks. I think in my class the

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For anyone out there who is currently in the bowels of hell, also known as "TTC" or "Trying to Concieve", I applaud you. I thought that labor and delivery was the most freightening, strenuous, and horribly painful yet rewarding thing a woman could ever do. (And I say "yet rewarding" with truth but a big "oy!" in the mix) I feel like my sanity is based on the classification/justification of three

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I don't play the lottery, and I never really have aside from just picking up a ticket for the Hubs or a random scratch off. However, the economy and the thought of what that money could pay off and pay for makes me think I should become a gambling woman. Lots of people have ways of picking their lucky numbers, playing the same ones over and over again and never changing them. Usually you can

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There are always people in this world that you meet by mere chance that otherwise would've just been another stranger floating in this world otherwise. I wanted to take a minute to put a note up about such a person. A person who I consider it a blessing to have been given that chance with and who gave others so much encouragement, strength, support and love.Melissa (Cherry to us Hippy Moms) Marie

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I was reading this question in a lady's magazine (forgive me that I don't know which one mostly because I've gotten enough blow job tips from Cosmo that all relatively say the same thing that I've kinda given up on paying $4 to read them. I also really don't care for a magazine where a "bargain" shirt is in the $75-100 range. I don't believe in buying something to look good once and then have a

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They say that the world is made for a 4 person family, and I guess that's true. I mean, growing up you always heard little girls talk about how their ideal family was to grow up and get married and have a little boy and a little girl. I mean, isn't that the dreams that kids make up? Then they grow up, find out what sex is, have their first pregnancy scare, and come to the realization that either

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The general panic has hit quicker than Jim Cantore's (the Oatmeal Man as I refer to him because of his outpouring of love for oatmeal at various times during his comentary on The Weather Channel) hard-on when he turned the calendar and realized it was HURRICANE SEASON!! You know what I'm talking about, "Oh no! Hurricanes a coming! Oh the oil refineries!" and to which the great gasoline tycoons

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I'm watching RW/RR The Island challenge. Yes, I'm that sad. It's a guilty pleasure and I have so few that I let this one slide. My first initial take on it is that once again I miss all the old school people and that the San Diego cast is by far the most contiuously entertaining people ever to grace MTV's Reality TV Endeavors. Atleast the SuperLesbian is back but I'm sad she didn't bring her

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I feel like the only way I'll be able to get a few minutes with a Dr. is by listening to "Dr. Feelgood" by Motley Crue. Seriously. So my OBGYN that I LOVED from my last/first pregnancy has seemed to vanish into thin air. I can't even find a lead on her. I went to extreme measures to even look to see if she had a personal home phone number published in the new phonebook just so that I could

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I think that I enjoy The Wonder Pets as equally as my 2 year old. Please, please hold off from the psychoanalysis. Tonight they premiered the "Save the Begal Tiger" movie and about five minutes before it came on, Daddy took Ky to the playground for a few minutes and my heart sank because I was not watching the time to say "HOLD IT! NO! WONDER PETS ARE ON!" And it isn't to say that they won't

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This election season makes me saddened that Tina Fey isn't on SNL any longer. I definately think she'd make a great Sarah Palin and am only more saddened that there isn't really anyone else who could pull her off that is part of the cast right now. I actually watched part of her speech the other night, and although I do think that she'd be a great lady to go do a Mom's Night Out with, I just

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My grandmother decided last week that I was pregnant and had to call me at 10 a.m. to "ask before I started bragging to everyone about another great-grandbaby!" I guess that's the benefit of having the neighborhood/town gossip as your grandmother because she atleast checks the facts before spreading it like wildfire! Her reasoning was a bit sketchy at best. We had to attend my Great-Grandfather's

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Nothing says sexy quite like jumping your husband when he's already asleep, giving a pretty good start up blow job, climbing on top of him as he riggles around in anticipation, and then getting the urge to sneeze about 3 times and on the last one accidentally farting on his balls. Needless to say the orgasm that was going to happen in mere seconds needed a rework up so the quickie turned out to

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In case anyone cares to know. Today is an excellent day to give birth. I know, because I did it exactly two years ago today when my little man was born. So if anyone wants to commemorate the day with me, I plan to pin a clothes pin to a delicate part of my body from 7 a.m. to 4 p.m. to represent the labor process. During the active labor phase I'll remove and replace the pin to signify the

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I can end the waiting game and proceed to the next now. After feeling unparticularly crampy this morning and spotting I can now officially say that my period was here. I'm starting to think that it shows up fashionably late because it seems to never get here and when it does it ruins another pair of undies. Thank heavens, this time it was a pair I didn't like anymore and threw them away, promptly

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I just don't understand why it costs so much to have a birthday party and do birthday things for your kid these days! I wanted to put Kyan's picture and an announcement in the newspaper about him turning 2. We always did it for our birthdays as kids and I really like doing it for him. I go to get the write up done and pick a picture only to find out that it's $35 just to put it in. If I do a "

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I was thinking about when I first knew I was pregnant with Kyan this morning. Lots of reflection since he's turning 2 and he's changing so much into a little man than the small baby he used to be. You know, you hold that wiggling thing in your belly for 9 months, then you hold it close to you for the first 12 months outside the belly and you never realize that all those button nose, chubby cheeks

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I think I just enjoy POAS (aka "peeing on a stick") and every time I do it I feel like the stick mocks me all day until I empty the trash or threaten to throw it out into the street and run over it with my car. So this morning I got out one of the good ones, not the dollar store cheapy ones but a good name brand and has an embarassing commercial type of pregnancy tests, popped a squat and waited

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Sometimes I swear I married the most immature person ever. I'm sick of being told that I'm the one who is having the "bitch fits" in this house. Last night Kyan was wanting Pizza for dinner. After explaining that we didn't have any pizza he began to whimper and whine a little bit. I knew he was getting tired and didn't really want to eat because now that he's doing the no nap time thing he either

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We had a fight tonight and I took Kyan to the store afterwards only to come home a little bit later to find that Jared was gone. It took a while but he finally turned up. Things wrack my brain when stuff like this happens. I think he's not coming back, I think he's done something stupid to hurt himself, I wonder how to get a hold of him to tell him to come back, and I wonder who to call to look

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Kyan gets a bad diaper rash each time he's teething, and with the added bonus of the hot weather we've been having, his sensitive skin, and his 2 year molars starting to break through, it's been really hard to keep him from getting a bit tingly every now and again. You think he's fine and suddenly he wakes up a bit pink or he eats too much fruit and there comes the redness! I finally gave up on

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Yet another celebrity couple is having twins! I’m trying to count the list of celebs who miraculously are having twins, and some as their first pregnancy no less, but I don’t know to classify them as “Over 40” or “Took Too Long Focusing on Partying and Career” or what. So add Rebecca R-Ex Stamos and Jerry O’Connell to the list that started off with Julia Roberts, and has now included Marcia Cross

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I’ve put it behind me that we should try to orchestrate sex in order to procreate right now. I thought that would help but then I thought the problem lied in the fact that we often make up or get into an argument and then lay motionless just attending to each other’s needs and we should focus more on either lusting after each other or making love. Isn’t that what the experts say? Get all

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When dear hubby was going through his divorce and other issues he lived with a few friends with whom he worked with. They were a couple who had a nice place for him to crash and share the rent and what not. After we started dating and life took it’s course he fell out of touch with these friends and all the “Let’s keep in touch, have dinner sometime!” and birth announcements, birthday and wedding

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I used to go out almost every weekend. If there wasn't a movie worth seeing, or a friend who wanted to go relax with a drink or a dinner, bowling or whatever, then it just wasn't a Friday or Saturday night! Now it wasn't like we'd get all hootchied up and see how many numbers we could collect, we were more about spending time with each other and if we happened to see someone interesting or strike

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I had to go to an urgent care type of Dr’s office on Saturday because I realized that I probably had pink eye. I realize that most Dr’s need a social life as well as anyone else, but it really bugs me when a private practice doesn’t offer extended office hours atleast one night a week or Saturdays. So not wanting to go to the ER and revisit “The Are You Kidding Me Diaper Rash of ‘07” fiasco by

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.... when your sister turns 21 and offers you flavored cigars, Bartles and James wine coolers, and you've just eaten hot dogs and cookie cakes... don't be surprised if you're up all night with the McPoops. And by McPoops, I'm saying the same type of wake you up cramping in the middle of the night poops you'd get after binging on McDonalds food. That is all!

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There has to be a way for things in life to work out without you giving up everything in order to get what you want. I just don't understand how things that produce such amazing results or that started off as something really great, progress into something wonderful and then fizzle out. Take fireworks for instance since we are upon that holiday. You get that anticipation that something big is

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Life is so difficult when you're in limbo between naptime or no naptime. Kyan is in this weird sleep cycle lately. Some days he refuses to take a nap (and by refuse I mean 30-60 minutes of crying and fighting only to lay him down and have him wake back up), or he gets the 15 minute power nap and then spends the evening cranky, or he just doesn't take one at all and I let it go because I figure

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My baby sister turned 21 Tuesday. The big 2-1. "LEGAL!" as in "Pass the alcohol!" So aside from thinking, "Oh! BIRTHDAY CAKE!" I started to reflect upon the fact that my little sister, the baby, is now technically a woman. So as if my Mom telling me how she read her journal and found out she had sex wasn't enough for me to think, "Wow. We're entering the phase in our life where we're on the same

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What's in a name? Yeah, I know the whole rose and smelling sweeter and all that is usually spewed after that particular question. I was a Lit Major in my humble college career. But seriously, what's in a name? Why is it certain names are only associated with one gender, or one religion, or one race? Why is it that we like the way certain names flow or sound versus another? How come everyone

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I hate the word "mine". I'm a big fan of "Finding Nemo" and one of the many perks to the movie, aside from hippie stoner turtles, are the seagulls. Love the seagulls! So imagine my happiness when I found out that Kyan will actually sit down and watch a movie. My first thought was "WHERE'S MY NEMO DVD?!" As luck would have it one night after bathtime as we were settling in to do our ritual rocking

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So, I've been lurking around yet again and neglecting my blog. I know, I know. If GH can have their fictional characters blogging, then why can't a real human being keep up with their own? The truth is... we're slowly fighting naptime, which was "Mommy can breathe and take a break time" and now I'm only getting a chance to do this because it's late, I just did some budgeting, and I cut my foot on

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Last night was date night. (We saw Stop-Loss... great movie! Highly recommend!) I thought that we had discussed all we were going to discuss at the moment with regards to plans we have for the upcoming year. We're getting pregnant, Jared is finishing up his degree and taking his final college class, and we're saving up for a house and getting our finances more in order, which I've been doing

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I'm jumping the gun slightly but I want to be prepared. I didn't and am very forthcoming about the fact that I didn't get the birth I wanted last time. I feel like I was robbed in a way of things that I see most women had when they gave birth. It's partly my fault for being inexperienced, young, and not questioning and sticking up for myself, but mostly it was because the Dr was a boob and I to

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I officially stopped taking my BC Pills as of about two weeks ago. Nobody ever told me how hard it would be coming down off of those things! It's enough to make me consider never going back on them and looking into alternatives! Not only did I have hot flashes like crazy but my moodiness was horrible. I'd yell or cry about something and wonder as I was doing it, what the hell is wrong that I'm

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We don't really take Kyan out to eat frequently at nicer resturants like an Applebees, Texas Roadhouse, Cracker Barrel or Bob Evans where they have separate kids menus that aren't on a lit up board you have to look to the ceiling for and call out a number to order. We do try to eat out at places like this because we're trying to eat a little healthier and the salads there are nice as well as most

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I have been on a kick lately with having my snack in the evening be a glass of kool-aid, milk, whatever, and a stick of string cheese. I love the string cheese! It's gotten to the point where it must be kept in the house and I'm trying to inflict it onto my child. I think it's that I've always loved the cheese, but then when I got pregnant it had to be mozzarella cheese sticks, cheesy bread

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My Mom made Jell-o Jigglers for Kyan the other day when she knew he was coming over. Of course anything wiggly and bright he's going to go for, and surprisingly he didn't play with it for 20 minutes before putting it in his mouth, he just shovelled them in one after the other until his cheeks were puffed. We now have a new and different food to snack on, yay!So I had to leave him with her again

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We have this kid that my Mom and Sister first started talking about working at our Target. The kid is just out of High School and he's got a bowl cut of dreads but he's as white as they come and probably came from an upper class family. He's a little quirky but he's really polite and he always has a 10 minute conversation with you when you get in his line. My Mom and Sister became big fans of his

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I seriously am in love with Jon and Kate + 8. Like, I can't wait for Monday nights anymore and I get upset when it's a rerun but still watch it. I think that the fact that the Douggar family had a special about their 17th baby on afterwards tonight was just a bonus. It just really tickles me for some odd reasons. Jared doesn't watch it because he just doesn't see my interest in it, but Kyan and I

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I got my hair hacked off for New Years because there just wasn't a style to it anymore. I hate pulling it up or back day in and out. It's like when you don't go out for a while and you put on make-up and you just slather it on without feeling and wish you had when you hit daylight.I wanted a change and when I got it I felt naked. Where did my hair go?! But I was assured that it looked right by my

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My biological clock is giving me a migraine. Seriously. I don't mean to be repetitious, but when you have a clock that's ticking away at you like a time bomb day in and day out you kinda get comfortable with something being continuous. I think it really isn't even because the Dr and my health are now a big role in my reproductive decisions, because I was getting baby fever long before that, it's

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Jared sold his car back in November and ever since we've been working off of just my Jeep. So from 6-5 every day I am sitting here without any type of transportation and with the onset of Winter, not even the ability to walk outside with Kyan anywhere without fear of slipping on ice or catching a cold. I hate the fact that I don't have a car, and maybe that is me being spoiled or atleast what I

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I guess when you're a Mom you start to feel like you can't go anywhere without your entourage and their luggage. How many times have I wished I could just zip in and out of a store without having to unhook a carseat from my child (because it feels more like you're taking it off them than taking them out of it.), grabbing the baby bag, getting a buggy, hooking them into it, forgetting what you

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I wish all it too to brighten my day was a Chicken McNugget from Mickey D's. Seriously. We took Kyan to get some lunch today so my Mom and sister could see him (egads they haven't seen him in almost a week! j/k. LOVE YOU!) and we thought for a change we'd see if he'd eat a cheeseburger. I even told them "with ketchup" as an incentive for him to wolf it down because he would pretty much eat tree

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Kyan is hopelessly obessed with ELMO!! What started out with a normal 11 a.m. Sesame Street viewing daily progressed to a talking Elmo doll my Mom picked up somewhere that he started carrying around and hugging (much to our pleading for him to give Elmo a rest because we were tired of hearing "ELMO LOVES YOU! ELMO LOVES YOU! YOU'RE ELMO'S SWEETHEART! HEEHEEHEEHEE!" every 5 seconds.) and loving

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Things have been hectic around here like you would not believe. It's like if anything could possibly go askew, it has or is about to. I can just feel things that are still on the cusp of sliding downwards.I think I need my thyroid tested. It's not the I'm a hypocondriac because if there is anything in this world that I hate worse than balloons, it's needles and medical things that are sharp and

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We finally put up our tree last night, and although it's beautiful when it's done I must confess. I hate doing the tree. Ugh! I hate putting all the branches in and fanning them out so I can have about 5 minutes delusion that there won't be any bare spots. I hate stringing the lights because I'm too cheap to go and buy a prelit one and all the ones I saw which were white were not the same size

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I don't normally post about things like this but today this really irked me in a big way and I'm a little upset about it.In our county newspaper we have little columns for each small town who has a contributing writer. I happen to be the columnist for my town, which I enjoy and have been doing for almost a 10 months now. It only pay 25 cents per inch of print, and it's nothing glamorous but it

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I went grocery shopping last night and saw an 80 year old being kicked out of an Aldi's. Now, I'm all for discount groceries and eventhough Walmart claims to have the lowest prices, I don't see how they can justify selling a can of pears for $1.25 when another store has them for $.69. As we were going in there was this little old man standing smack dab in the middle of the automatic doors, which

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There is a wonderful site by Office Max that allows you to upload your photo and make yourself (and your hubby! ha!) elves who do a little dance! Wonderful!http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9519280326There is also a nice website for parents who have a child who constantly asks, "Is it Christmas yet?!" because you know they're going to start the night after Thanksgiving!http://www.isitchristmas.com

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So it's no secret to some of you that there are a few forums on the web that I frequent whose interests range from just women's issues and general conversation to Mommy friendly sites that also offer nonjudgemental views and alternate approaches to raising children. An issue came up on the non-Mommy related one this week that I've found to be particularly mindboggling as to why this is an issue.

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I was awoken today by a sound. A few minutes earlier I had wondered if my husband was either on his way home or pulling in the driveway because it was around the time he was due to be home from midnight shift. Something pinging on my window made me think, "Did one of those obnoxious birds finally quit singing at 5 a.m. and fly into my window?!" until it happened again.. and again... and then I

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The small red cherries in mixed fruit cups. It does however make a nice confetti like surprise in the diaper.Hot dogs. You should never hear the phrase. "I think the baby pooped during his bath because there are bits of undigested hotdog still in his bathwater, and he ate that last night."Raisins. Mommy was almost convinced that the deer on his pajama shirt had used his diaper as well.

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I feel like a Black Widow as far as my Gateway computer was concerned. Late last week, surrounded by the family, our Gateway computer died. The death was more of an euthenasia as I tried reviving over and over again. I even called Abdul, who said his name was "Chip", and spent about a half hour eduring his snotty attitude before telling him (after he said it was best to pull the plug.. actually

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So at what point do you have to just agree to disagree on how much a person can take care of another set of people (or just one or the other I suppose) and not take care of herself? Or at what point does she sacrifice all the superficial things, the cosmetic aspects of life (her home being in order every day, cooking a home cooked meal each night, decorating for holidays, doing personal errands

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I think many stay at home Moms feel this way, and I don't know if it's justified as just being a very sensitive person or what but we definately need to just be sensitive to the issue (not overly) and not guilt ridden.Many a times throughout the week I feel like I am not giving my undivided 100% towards my family. I feel like the laundry just gets finished when it piles back up again, the dishes

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We had an unfortunate accident in Walmart tonight. Last week when we went on a business trip to Pittsburgh with the hubba-hubba-hubby, we stayed in the hotel while he went to classes and seminars and then in the evening we took him to the mall where they had a nice little play area with other little kids to play with and walked around. On the last day we checked out, got dropped off at the mall

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Hubby is a die hard Red Sox fan and of course he's all excited about his precious "bosox" going to the World Series. Last night was game 7 and he's all tuned in, coaching from the living room floor, and making me come in for every "awesome play" with a gleaming "You've GOTTA see this one!" Personally, I'm used to no post season. Hell, I'm used to barely getting through the regular season, for I

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So Jared finally got everything straightened out with the insurance so I could go and get my refil of BC this weekend. So I call up Walmart so that I could ask them what all I need to do as far as getting my refils all put on the insurance we now have and they say that I have to come in to do it on Monday. No big deal, eventhough I start a new pack on Sunday I can just double up pills on Monday

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I hate watching a movie and seeing a pregnant woman's belly being treated like a crystal ball and thinking , "Gosh. I want to rub my belly like that again." It's such a double edged sword! When you're dating all you can think about is "Would I be ready?!" and when you're in your early 20's and thinking about finding more of a Mr. Right than a Mr. Right Now to settle down and have that first

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I'm starting to feel like it's more and more possible that my husband will run away with a car. I've always said that it doesn't bother me at all that my husband is a car fanatic, especially when it comes to Mustangs. He can tell me the make and model and exact color and how many years that color was made and blah blah blah and the magazines and books devoted to those fabulous ponies are littered

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Yep, today pretty much would've been a good day to follow the little man's lead and stay in bed. Why is it that I try to accomplish things and end up feeling like I'm an idiot or that I did something wrong. In case you didn't read my tirade yesterday about the insurance fiasco please go no further until you read the post and then we can continue.. It's okay I'll wait.. ready? Now, this morning at

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Even when we're little kids we have this insatiable need to be right. We need our little selves to be validated as being correct and we puff our our chest and smile keenly and go on through the day on a cloud. Think about the little kid who sees their younger sibling doing something wrong and goes running off screaming "I'm going to tell Mom!! Awww!! I'm going to tell Mom!!" or the "Oh yeah! Yeah

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A few months ago there was a fire in the front part of my building. A stupid incident with a woman leaving her kid at home alone to go to a bar with way too many electrical appliances in use and overloading the outlet, and to boot, a heating pad on the bed in early July. Yeah. So today I had a knock on my locked screendoor from the very elderly father in law of on of the owners of our building.

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Every so often when Kyan is cutting a particularly difficult tooth we get a visit from the ol' diaper rash. It's not a big thing for kids to get diaper rashes, slight fevers, excessive drooling, etc. when they are cutting a tooth. Even loss of appetite is quite common or so I hear. So over the weekend I could tell that the pinkness in his ever so cute buns wasn't just the rosieness following a

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I'm not a very religious person. I'll admit it. Though it's not really anyone's business and a very personal decision for me, I can fess up to the fact that I really do not have any religious denomination that I hold near and dear. One thing that I really find to be annoying is when people force their religion on you. Now before this goes any further let me just say. If you're spiritual and you

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When you're a new Mom you realize that sometimes, as gross as it may seem, that bathing daily is not always an option. When you're a stay at home Mom, you realize that it's even more of a lost cause because there is always something that pops up from day to day that needs taken care of rather than your own personal hygiene.I used to be a bath girl. I would fill up the tub with bubble bath or

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Since Wal-mart (or Wally World as I like to call it) is about the only place in the area where I can go and grab everything I need all at once I pretty much visit it on a weekly basis. There are certain times of the month where I pick and choose when I need to go and when I just could do without until it calms down a bit. For the end of August I like to opt out if I can because I know it's "Back

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I dislike having this song stuck in my head.. severely, but I suppose it's better than having any of Fergie's stupid songs in there. Gha. Great,there it is. Anyways.. I feel like my head, shoulders, knees and toes want to abandon me, fall off, and roll away on their own instead of working together to keep me sane. I feel like my head is about to explode. You ever have one of those days where

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So my big beef lately is having people come up and ask me when I'm having another baby. Not to say that the people who don't ask before they do things to my son (take his bib off, give him food without asking if he may have it or what size pieces and such, give him toys that aren't cleared with me, put him in grass or on gravel/sidewalks...and the list goes on and on) isn't obnoxious to say the

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Well my little guy had his first birthday party yesterday, and I have to say that it was a pretty good day aside for a few minor details. It gets me thinking about all the things that we've gone through over the past year from the moment we were induced the morning he was born. I have to say that I did have a nice pregnancy, no major discomforts, and mostly just anxieties because I'd never been

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Ever have one of those nights where no matter how early you put your kid to bed, or how early your husband passes out on you, and how frustrated you get that the laundry still didn't get put away despite your best intentions, you still wake up fully exhausted and disoriented? You put the baby down and when he wakes up around 1 or 2 a.m. you think "Geez. I usually am just going to bed and now this

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I'm really frustrated with the OB/GYN that I used to go to. And I say used to because I just got my records transfered. There's always something wrong that needs explained or fixed with my bills, or refils, or whatever I call in to ask about. Today was no exception, only I got mad once over the phone and once when I was in the office. The thing about their office policy is that you must go to

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I woke up at 7:30 this morning with the feeling that someone or something was staring at me and low and behold I peep my eyes up to see a very sleepy faced, and very pissed off little man staring back at me from behind the bars of his crib. I started talking to him to try to wake him up a little so he wouldn't cry, but here came the grumbles. He reached up his little arms and pulled at my skin

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I'm woman enough to go through childbirth, I'm woman enough to admit that I like Rock of Love with my guy Brett Michaels. There, I said it.I like 80's hairbands, and it's a guilty pleasure, and now I've taken it to another level by watching Rock of Love like it were compelling and acceptable t.v. I don't care that it's ridiculous, everyone needs to unwind, and atleast it's not reruns of Seinfeld

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Kyan has been mostly breastfed during his first year of life, which is a feat in itself because most people quit after 6 weeks (Apparently. Don't quote me.) when their maternity leave is up. I like(d) breastfeeding because of the obvious benefits to his health (he's never had even a cold yet!) and to mine, but also because it was/is easier at night to pop a boob out and lay him beside you and let

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So I decided to join the Mom's Club yesterday. Kyan and I need to get out of the house and out into the world and work on some of our issues and if sipping kool-aid and getting dirt on our diaper is what it takes then that's how it's going to be! I think the main reason that I even entertained the idea of joining was because of the separation issues we're having right now. It's not enough that I

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