tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77060688115010090212024-03-14T02:05:14.784-05:00Angela's Adventures and Minor MishapsYes our life is crazy but it is our life and we wouldn't have it any other way because no matter how crazy it is, our life is filled with crazy love and crazy fun!!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.comBlogger594125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-12209423597482823732011-04-25T08:00:00.003-05:002011-04-25T08:00:00.259-05:00JUST SAYIN': FACEBOOK BATHROOM SELF PORTRAITS<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I love Facebook!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Don't you?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love seeing what is going on in the lives of my friends or family that I either don't see or talk to frequently!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love seeing photos of them <strike>getting fat therefore making me feel a little better!</strike></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well there are two things I just don't understand.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">daily self portrait sessions and pics of their kids every breathing moment!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><strong><em>Seriously</em></strong> do not have anything better to do than take 500 pics of your kids with your iPhone (since when have iPhones replaced actual cameras? I am not ok with that idea!). I love pics! I love pics of my kids! I post pics of my kids! I love seeing pics of your kids too! I love pics of any kids but posting a new pic of your kid every two seconds gets truly annoying. I don't need to see them eat, play, sleep, watch tv, sit, stand, pick their nose, eat again, play some more, play in the pool, play in the tub, poop, spit up, get into trouble, cry, whine, laugh, sleep again after eating again and pooping again, sneeze, cough, twirl their hair, climb onto things, hug you, kiss you, hug their brother, kiss their brother, eat their shoe, tear a magazine, read a book or pee <strong>EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. BEFORE. NOON! </strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>BUT THE WORST.....</strong></div>are the ones who take 5 million self portraits again with their iPhone most of the time in the bathroom mirror. Get a life! Get the kid off the kitchen table and wipe their nose or go take a picture of it! Why are they taking pictures in the bathroom anyway? Why are they taking, editing and posting yet another picture of themselves? We know you think you are the hottest person alive in your bathroom so give it up because I don't want yet another picture of you in the bathroom mirror holding your phone when I can tell you should spend a little more time cleaning the bathroom! Oops Johnnie is playing in the toilet.....quick take a picture!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">JUST SAYIN'!</span></strong></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-35051582519158907842011-04-23T08:00:00.002-05:002011-04-23T08:00:06.965-05:00REESE'S PEANUT BUTTER EGG ADDICTION<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I LOVE REESE'S PEANUT BUTTER CUPS!</strong></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I love love love them to the point of addiction!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">They are probably single handedly the reason I am fat! Just go with that and move on!</div><br />
When they came out with the Reese's Big Cups, I nearly passed plum out! It is like a piece of heaven in a bright orange wrapper! Oh the peanut butter goodness! Salty and sweet....does it get any better? Seriously, what girl doesn't want Big Cups and what guy for that matter!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">BUT</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>BY FAR</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE BEST YET.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><u><span style="font-size: large;">THE REESE'S PEANUT BUTTER EGG</span></u></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">LOVE</span> THEM!</div><br />
I have <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">no</span></strong> will power when it comes to the Reese's Peanut Butter Egg! They have so much peanut butter. I swear sometimes I hear them cry out for me to eat them and while at the store the bags of minis or regulars (not particular on size) will actually jump into my cart! No lie!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I am going to need Easter to hurry up!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Yes, I am scared I may actually turn into a Reese's Peanut Butter Egg but even better yet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">THEY WILL BE ON CLEARANCE EVERYWHERE!!!!</span></strong></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">CLEARANCE REESE'S PEANUT BUTTER EGGS.....</div><div style="text-align: center;">IT JUST DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER THAN THAT!</div><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">*****This is not an advertisement. I was not paid for this post. I was not given samples for this post. I will; however, accept any samples given or negotiate a Reese's Peanut Butter Egg spokes model contract at any time! Plain and simple.....I am an addict!</span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-46471451251878805972011-04-22T08:00:00.002-05:002011-04-22T08:00:14.113-05:00ZAY LOST HIS FIRST TOOTH!I seriously can't believe how fast Isaiah is growing. Started kindergarten.....sniff sniff.........started sports.......whimper........lost his first tooth......wipes tear rolling down cheek! I swear he is aging at lightning speed while I have managed to stay 29 for going on 6 years. What gives!<br />
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Isaiah first loose tooth seemed loose for forever. Loose teeth make me gag and pulling them can make me gag to the point of vomiting. That is just so gross! This tooth was really really loose and bending forward...gag....gag.....I mean literally hanging by a thread of whatever teeth hang by....gag! He came to show me one evening and well truthfully I gagged then told him to show Daddy. He went to show Daddy and well panicked. Daddy's hand came up as though he might pull the tooth. Hubs reassured him he just wanted to feel it and he did. Isaiah went screaming down the hall, <strong>"DON'T TOUCH IT! I DON'T WANT YOU TO PULL IT!"</strong> He went running into the bathroom and while he was gone Hubs just smiled at me from the couch holding the tooth between his two fingers. <br />
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Isaiah comes storming back into the living room saying, "Hey Daddy, did you pull my tooth because I think I really lost it and I can't find it?!?" He was shocked as was I that it did not hurt when Hubs pulled it and he did not cry! Serious milestone since the kid cries over EVERY. SINGLE. LITTLE. TINY. MINUTE. THING! UGH! Love the boy but seriously he is a <strike>cry baby</strike> such a joy! Hubs was just shocked he got it on the first try and without any tears, blood or serious <a href="http://angeleyesadventures.blogspot.com/2007/07/wealthy-tooth-fairy.html">Toys R Us bribing like he did when Elijah lost his first tooth</a>. Then we get to the part where he calls everyone in the family to alert them of his lost tooth and the whole story mainly to stall the whole bedtime routine. <strike>Bedtime routines will probably be the death of me if the morning routine doesn't kill me first! Oh the joys of motherhood!</strike> Papa alerted Zay to the fact that Elijah got $10 from the toothfairy when he lost his first tooth so of course I had to roundup $10.....thankyouverymuchDad!<br />
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So after putting him to bed about five times I finally told him, "You better get to bed or the toothfairy can't come."<br />
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He replied with, "Leave the light on! Daddy will you lay with me?"<br />
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I questioned his reason for wanting the light on and wanting Daddy to lay with him and he answered with, <br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">"I don't want some strange person coming into my room, reaching under my pillow and stealing my tooth! That is scary!"</span></strong>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-87728632409203720732011-04-21T12:30:00.001-05:002011-04-21T12:30:00.750-05:00NOT LOVING WALLY WORLD LAYOUT IDIOT AND MOREBefore I start complaining, I am going to start off with some positives. I am <strong><span style="font-size: large;">off </span></strong>tomorrow for Good Friday and can't wait for the weekend. It feels nice outside right now but it is supposed to rain for the next five days. Although I am not excited about the rain potentially ruining all of our weekend plans, I am very excited for family fun.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Now onto my Wally World rant...warning this is long.....</div><br />
Last night I had to get groceries. I hate getting groceries but alas I guess I must actually feed the children <em>something</em> besides chicken nuggets and fries once and awhile. First I went to Aldi. Oh how I love Aldi. Simple! Easy! Cheap! Nothing bad to say there but then I went to Wally World and that is a different story.<br />
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First of all, I have been letting my eyebrows grow in a little to get them threaded. I hate plucking stray hairs daily because I am obsessed and haven't had them waxed for sometime. The impatience and ugliness was weighing heavily on me and I lost my mind. I walked in WW (Wally World), saw a salon and thought I am just going to get them waxed again totally forgoing my plan of threading out of fear and impatience.<br />
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<strong>Why I thought this was a good idea I am not sure but it will be a post in itself soon to come.......just know it wasn't my most brilliant idea!</strong><br />
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Secondly, just know right now I hate the new WW layouts. HATE. ABHOR. HATE. I can't find <strong>anything.</strong> I understand the remodel idea but they royally screwed up. It makes absolutely no sense at all and I am used to knowing exactly what aisle everything I need is on. Seriously, who picked this layout anyway. They should be fired. Why would you stick the chips, cookies aka snack foods over by the dog food away from the other food? Why not put the paper goods, laundry or cleaners over there instead of the middle of the food section? NO SENSE I TELL YOU! Did I mention I HATE it?<br />
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So I spent a rather long time searching for a drink shaker. Up and down the housewares section <strong>many </strong>times. We are not really drinkers but common sense would place shakers here, correct? No! I need another shaker for this shake I have been drinking. Eventually I found one that was stainless steel and $15 dollars. Seriously, no cheap plastic shakers?! I did find these drink holders I have been needing for the boys' lunch pails for only 88 cents. Woohoo! I was excited but then I turned my cart and saw......ooooo I was not happy. <br />
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About a month ago I decided I was going to squash my Red Diamond tea addiction and start making my own iced tea. I could only find one ice tea maker. I wasn't overly thrilled because it was white with royal blue. I don't have blue anywhere in my house except the boys' room. I overcame the decorating faux paux of the white and blue in my wine and black kitchen and bought the iced tea maker for $19. This would save me a ton of money on my tea. So when I turned the corner and saw WW had "rolled back" the ice tea maker price $2 PLUS got 3 new colors.....this did not make me happy. Now I am stuck with the blue one <em><strong>knowing </strong></em>it is available in a color that matches my kitchen. Not knowing it was available in other colors made the decorating faux paux much easier to accept. Oh well!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Moving on.....</div><br />
My Mom calls wanting me to get her some apple juice packet things. I oblige. I looked everywhere and couldn't find them. Did I mention they moved the juice and now have it in two separate areas? Juice in one area and dry juice mixes in another area. Must make sense to the new layout idiot but us more intelligent people think this is ignorant at best! Not only did they not have the juice but they <strong>don't carry it anymore</strong>. I will call Mom later on that one since she will not be happy and she totally agrees with my anger towards the new WW layout idiot! We can have a great gripe about WW session! <br />
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Then I decide to go to the restroom. I don't see why they didn't just put an extra bathroom right smack dab in the middle of the juice aisle. I mean that should make sense to new WW layout designers....you drink juice then pee?! I get in the bathroom and no one was there. I sit down when the bathroom door slams open and I hear the <strong>running</strong> of little feet. She starts pulling on my stall door. I said, "This one is taken". I can see her little sandals dancing around and this girl needed to pee. She again tried to open my door. I nicely said, "This one is taken. Go to the next one sweetie." She still pranced and pulled at my door! In my head I was screaming, "THIS IS TAKEN! THERE ARE FIVE OTHER EMPTY STALLS WITH OPEN DOORS....PICK ONE ALREADY AND GO PEE! WHERE IN THE WORLD IS YOUR MOTHER ANYWAY?" I really felt simply by the size of her feet and the fact that she obviously needed help that she should NOT be in a public restroom by herself anyway but again I calmly said, "Honey you really need to choose another stall before you pee your pants." She did and all was well!<br />
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Onto getting our pancake syrup. We are very picky and brand specific on two condiments: pancake syrup and soy sauce. They still carry the syrup we like; however, they <strong>no longer carry</strong> the big bottle just the small one. I am sure they make more on the smaller bottles but I don't like the smaller bottles so I guess I will buy that somewhere else. <br />
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Onto getting our soy sauce. They <strong>do NOT carry</strong> our brand of soy sauce anymore. Guess I will buy that somewhere else too.<br />
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Onto getting our pizza crusts that we love. Oh wait, did I mention they <strong>no longer carry</strong> those either! I am seeing a pattern and betting I find a new grocery store.<br />
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By now you can only imagine how frustrated I am when I get done then walk to the checkout before realizing I forgot the Splenda so I could make tea in my blue ice tea maker that I paid $2 more dollars for the color I did not want. I wasn't really sure where it would be located probably between the tampons and fish food so off to search I went. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Phew!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Finally ready to checkout</span>!</div><br />
Cashier with hot pink and green eyeshadow scans item after item when the register "rejects" the sale of my 88 cent drink holders that I have been searching for....ugh. Cashier calls her manager who informs me apparently they were recalled and she can not sell me these items. I said very annoyed, "Then maybe you should remove them from the shelves." I wanted to plead for her to sell them to me but figured they were probably recalled for a reason. She asks me, "Where did you find them?" While laughing, I said "probably electronics with this new layout!" It was housewares but I was too annoyed to be obliging. Go find it yourself by the ice tea maker that I am bitter about and the $15 shaker! Ugh....I normally am not like this but I was seriously ticked off by this time especially since now I have to go to yet another store in all my free time to get half the list of items I needed that WW no longer carries!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I pay then the cashier says. "mmmm mmmmm mmmmmm night"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me, <em>"excuse me?"</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She again says, "mmmmm mmmmm mmmm night"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I said, "Ok I am sorry I just don't speak mumble! Thank you! Have a good night!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come on WW: </div><div style="text-align: center;">carry what I want</div><div style="text-align: center;"> leave the layout alone (It was fine to begin with!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"> hire people over the age of 12 that don't apply makeup like a 5 yr old or street walker and can speak <span style="font-size: x-large;">CLEARLY!</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I call Hubs to tell him I am on my way home when he unknowingly says, "What took so long?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">Really? </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't think you want to ask me that question!</div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-58895065130130844762011-04-20T17:00:00.003-05:002011-04-20T17:00:01.000-05:00ISAIAH LOVES ENERGYWhen Elijah was in first grade, his friend was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes actually his friend who I will call "P" was diagnosed just a month or two before Hubs. Anywho......our two families have grown to love each other but when your boys' are on the same teams for two sports plus are in the same class at school you spend soooooo much time together and we just can't help it. We are pretty lovable! Why do I go off on things that have nothing to do with the current topic?<br />
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So......Mindy has to carry P's glucometer, snacks, juices and energy. Yep you read that correctly she carries his energy in a bottle. Actually they are glucose tablets but she affectionately named them "energy". She hands energy out to the other kids when asked since basically they taste just like sugar. Isaiah loves energy. And as though he doesn't have enough of it, Mindy gives it to him at practices. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The other day Isaiah comes in my room. He plops up on my bed and starts kissing me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">He says, "oh thank you Mommy for buying energy like Mindy!"</span></div><br />
I was a little lost until I saw the bottle of TUMS sitting on my dresser. Tums......glucose tabs......well they look a little alike except the size, overall purpose and well taste but who cares he totally appreciated the gesture even if it wasn't really true! I guess I will hide the TUMS now although I am sure after eating one he will realize it is not energy!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-4842206561138589682011-04-19T17:00:00.003-05:002011-04-20T15:20:51.040-05:00PORKS, OF COURSE!Elijah is still obsessed with all things nature and history. He still watches National Geographic, Discovery Channel, the History channel and Animal Planet like they are all that is on but I am just fine with that. His new thing is to find random facts then tell us all as if he has <strong><u>THE</u></strong> most important thing to say.<br />
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A few weeks ago he comes running down the hallway screaming my name. Of course, I run to him since he was screaming as though he lost a limb and this is the mini fact convo we had:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Elijah, "Mom, did you know that makeup is made of 50% pork oil?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moi, "No! Did you know mascara is made of bat poop?" </div><br />
I won! He was grossed out and speechless! Not really sure if mine was fact or myth but frankly I don't care since I am a mascara addict and will continue the use even if it means I am obsessed with rubbing bat poop all over my eyelashes!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Then......</div><br />
Elijah went to his friend's house the other day. Elijah decides he is going to "freak out" Mindy, his friend's mom, and shares his little fact.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Elijah, "Did you know the makeup you wear is 50% pork oil?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mindy, "No, I didn't know that but do you know where pork oil comes from?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Elijah, "Of course..... PORKS!"</div><br />
NOW in my sons defense....he doesn't eat "pork" remember so he doesn't realize pork is from pigs! I am surprised he didn't answer with chicken! EVERY meat is chicken in my boys' worlds! If I make beef, pork chops, roast or ribs and called them by their actual names, then my kiddos would turn their little noses and say they don't like it. Soooooo when Elijah was little I just renamed ALL meat to chicken. My kids could be eating country style boneless pork ribs and say, "Oooo momma these chicken ribs are good!" If I said I was making "country style boneless pork ribs" it would be a war to get them to try them so I only make chicken pork chops etc....wink*wink* <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh how I love my funny fact finder boy!</span></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-11052945178717445242011-04-14T14:31:00.000-05:002011-04-14T14:31:15.993-05:00WRITER'S WORKSHOP WEDNESDAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2011/04/the-hershey-bar/"><img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zp5-4K7n1c/TadGcLXGlFI/AAAAAAAACxg/PXp4bmVK3vM/s1600/writersworksop.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When I knew I was going to be a mother, I had all the little panicky but you really don't need to panic moments that every other mother-to-be would have. I knew in my heart I would be fine. I always wanted to be a mother but I was told when I was 21 that I wouldn't be able to have children. Obviously, that doctor was wrong since I now have 2 ornery little boys. Imagine my shock, surprise and excitement! I was going to be a mommy. Hmmm.....I convinced myself I would be a natural except for one terrifying aspect of motherhood.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">VOMIT</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Now I am not talking about spit up but vomit. I have a <strong><span style="font-size: large;">very very</span></strong> sensitive gag reflex. I remember having a very serious conversation with my mother.<br />
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Moi: "Mom, what am I going to do if he pukes?"<br />
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Mom: "Clean it up!"<br />
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Moi: "Moooomm, you know I will gag and puke! Seriously what am I going to do?"<br />
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Mom while laughing: "Wellllll, I wouldn't do that because then you will certainly have a huge mess!"<br />
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Moi, "Don't be surprised when I call you! Hubs will just have to clean it!"<br />
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Mom.....still laughing!<br />
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She was not very sensitive to my worry. It was serious life altering stuff here! <br />
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Elijah was born. He was happy, healthy and a very easy baby until.......dodo dodo.....he got......<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">ROTOVIRUS</span></strong></div><br />
That is one nasty, evil, nasty, stinky, nasty, hospitalizing virus! Ugh, just thinking about it makes me gag!<br />
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I will <strong><u><span style="font-size: large;">never</span></u></strong> forget the day. It is burned into my brain. I was scampering around picking up odds and ends while Elijah's cute little self was sitting in the highchair eating peaches with macaroni and cheese which to this day he has <strong><u>NEVER</u></strong> eaten again. He coughed a couple of times which I thought was rather odd and maybe he was choking so I walked over to him and then.......<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>he puked </strong></span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Without even a thought or a gag, I cupped my hands to catch it. I caught my son's vomit then proceeded to yell for Hubs while I dumped it into the sink. Then while Hubs went to get Elijah some clean clothes and a wash rag I decided to call my Mom because surely that is what everyone who is excited to catch vomit does, right?! I was so proud! Now not so calm and supermomish over the next day since apparently lightning speed projectile vomit is uncatchable and does make me gag; however, I knew I was a grown up with my supermom vomit-catching superpower <em>until......</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Elijah ended up getting very very ill. We took him to the hospital where it was finally determined he had rotovirus. Now if you don't know, you don't want to know and if you do know about rotovirus, you can totally sympathize. When we finally got to take him home, we had to give him suppositories. Umm....now that is a totally different not so supermomish phone call, "Mom, how do you get Elijah's suppository thing to stay in?" followed by several gags and my Mother's unsympathetic laughter. Needless to say after my poor baby had rotovirus, I knew I could handle it all!</div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-47472081770342961442011-04-14T07:00:00.002-05:002011-04-14T08:09:03.077-05:00I GOT IMPLANTS!My entire life I have wanted perfect vision. At the age of 8, I got my first pair of glasses. At the age of 9, I had my first pair of glasses with bifocals. At age 13, I got my first pair of gas permeable contacts. Boy were they expensive...$375 back then! At age 18, I went to toric soft contact lenses and switched to regular soft lenses around age 21. Needless to say I have spent practically my entire life in either glasses or contacts and I was ready to stop. I always wanted to have my vision corrected but always thought it would be out of my reach financially and I probably wouldn't be a candidate anyway due to my high prescription. It is funny to me that I spend my whole day now dispelling this financial myth and giving patients the opportunity to see a whole new world!<br />
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One of the many perks of my job is majorly discounted vision correction with payroll deduction. Around August, I decided I was ready. I have a very strong prescription and am severely nearsighted. I couldn't see anything unless it was about a foot in front of my face. In fact, there had been many times I had taken my contacts out at night only to put them back in because I couldn't find my glasses. Sad but true! <br />
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Due to my high prescription, I had the option of two different surgeries....LASIK or ICL. Working closely with both surgeries and knowing my own vision I easily picked ICL (intercollamer lens often referred to as implantable contact lens) for better optics, quick recovery and longer lasting correction. I will have these babies until I get cataract surgery when I am older. The patient discounted price for the surgery is $5900. The full price is around $13,000. My price was about 10% of this. Nothing short of a miracle! I jumped on this opportunity quickly!<br />
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On September 29, 2010, the world as seen through my eyes changed. I had ICL done in both eyes. The following day I woke up looked at the time on the alarm clock and didn't even realize I actually saw it. I went to the bathroom where I reached for my glasses when I looked in the mirror I gasped. I ran back out and looked at the alarm clock in total disbelieve. Is this happening to me? I could see the time on the alarm clock clear as day. I have never seen the time on the alarm clock unless I feel asleep in my contacts. In fact, without glasses or contacts I couldn't even see the alarm clock existed let alone the time. All I would see is a red light blob across the room. Amazing! I continued to get ready for work. <br />
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On my way to work I just looked in awe at everything. Now sure I had seen everything with my contacts but now it was even clearer than with my contacts and I wasn't wearing any glasses or contacts for the very first time since I was 8 yrs old. Life changing I tell you! My sister called during that drive and said, "How is your vision?" I started crying like a big baby saying, "I just can't believe it is clear so fast. I can see everything Lisa. I can see everything!" I cried the rest of the way to work just out of pure joy and thankfulness. Everyone at work thought something was wrong when I got to work with my red weepy eyes then just hugged me and laughed. They checked me for my one day post-op appointment and I was seeing 20/20 in one eye and 20/25 in the other. Now six months later I am seeing 20/15 in both eyes and still just as amazed. <br />
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It is funny to me that I see patients all day that come in telling me how "blind" they are. When I look at their prescription it will be like a -1 and I think wow I was 6 times worse than that....they have no clue and they are still legal to drive without correction!! I enjoy helping them see better but I also know it is not that big of a change for them. BUT I also see patients with eyes twice as bad as mine and I think wow <em>they</em> are blind. If I couldn't see anything more than a foot away from my face and trust me that is <strong>no </strong>exaggeration, then how do they see anything at all. Those are the patients I enjoy helping the most. I know how my life changed so I can't imagine how their life changes until they send me a thank you card or call me crying because they are just so thankful! Those are the ones that get me and tug at my heart strings! Those are the patients that I know understand why I cried after surgery. Those are the ones that make me think I love my job! Those are the ones who understand me when I say....<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;"> "I love my new eyes!!"</span></strong></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-26198754363087201462011-04-13T17:30:00.003-05:002011-04-13T17:30:00.347-05:00A WHOLE NEW EXCITING WORLDYou all know my parents closed their business in April 2009 and I was unemployed for a little over 7 months. Finding a job was <strong><u><span style="font-size: x-large;">way</span></u></strong> harder than I had ever even imagined. I could do HR, AP, AR, taxes, place order, post orders, enter new items, sales reporting, marketing and much more but no one cared. I couldn't find a job anywhere. I was told basically I had too much experience in too many areas aka they "thought" they couldn't afford me or I would quit too soon for a better opportunity. I just needed a paycheck. No one was willing to give me a chance. I finally got hired on at the Ophthalmology clinic/surgery center where my sister worked on November 17, 2009. This would be a whole new world for me considering I had never worked in the medical field but I was willing to do anything by this time as long as it gave me a paycheck again!<br />
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I won't even lie when I started I <span style="font-size: large;">absolutely</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">hated</span> it. I <strong><span style="font-size: large;">always</span></strong> hated filing and would even pay my nieces and nephews to file for me. Instead of laziness or just mere hatred of filing, I chose to call it "outsourcing". Filing...ugh! The first day at my new job I filed for <span style="font-size: x-large;">10 hours</span> <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">in heels</span></strong>. I wanted to chop my feet off. Hubs asked me what I did and I said, "I filed all day!" He said, "Well you had to do something other than file." I replied, "No, I filed all day long IN HIGH HEELS!" Then I began to cry! I hated it but that didn't matter I had to have a paycheck to feed the boys. I was there everyday at 6:45am. I no longer got to get the kids up and ready for their day and take them wherever they needed to be. We all had a bit of adjusting to do for awhile and saying it didn't go over well is quite the understatement. I didn't even see them in the mornings and then all day until about 6pm. Let me tell you working 7-5:30 was a big change from 10-4! I do not like mornings especially starting my morning at 5am. I had to dress up daily including dress shoes aka high heels during my probation period then they would order scrubs. I was excited at first but that was extremely short lived consider I wanted to cut my feet off after day 3! I managed. <br />
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First I worked in medical records. Prepping almost 100 charts for each day constantly trying to stay one week ahead, sending medical records to other doctors/patients/agencies/insurance companies, searching various offices within two floors for missing charts and filing. Oh the filing! I thought it would be the death of me. I moved to two desks within two weeks. Then was I started filling in at the front desk. Then I moved to check-in at the front desk and then check-out at the front desk. They quickly figured out what I had said all along in each of my billion interviews over my 7.5 month long unemployment, "I learn quickly and can do anything I am taught". I worked my butt off and it quickly paid off. <br />
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In April after only being with the clinic a little over 4 months, our LASIK surgery counselor resigned. I wanted the position but feared I wouldn't get it for two reasons: (1) I had only been there for 4 months and (2) I was too good at my current position that they wouldn't want to move me. By this time, two of the front desk girls had been fired (one including my sister...ouch....that is a long story) and there were only two of us up front. I just knew I wouldn't get it. I decided to try anyway in hopes that at least they would see I wanted to move up and was willing to learn more. Plus, I needed more money....in a bad way!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">I GOT IT!</span></strong></div><br />
Saying I was floored is putting it lightly. I had my very own office.....A BIG OFFICE WITH A WHOLE WALL OF WINDOWS.<br />
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I did strictly LASIK counseling for about two months. Then the Cataract counselor took a week off so I was quickly thrown into that as well. Now I do LASIK counseling, cataract, YAG, SLT, ICL, DSAEK, PTG and corneal transplant counseling plus they have added a little marketing to all of this. (I know you don't know what half of that is but it is a LOT!)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I LOVE IT!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I AM MAKING A DIFFERENCE IN PEOPLE'S LIVES AND LOVING EVERY MINUTE!</div><br />
Now it is by far not the perfect job and I have my moments (especially when insurance companies are involved) but I have learned a whole new world of information involving eyes and vision and it is truly interesting and amazing the things we can do! I work a lot and often worry about the impact this has had on our lives but I also have not missed a thing involving the boys sports or school activities. I have become friends with some great people and had my own life changing opportunity that I will tell you all about later. In short, this job has been a whirlwind and a God send to my life. It seems like just yesterday I was searching high and low desperate for job but really I have been here almost a year and a half. I think it is good to keep that time fresh in my mind so that I will always make sure I am an asset and keep my job as well as keep me humble! Wow how time flies!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-84417891872304146032011-04-13T17:00:00.001-05:002011-04-13T17:00:01.662-05:00WOW! IT HAS BEEN AWHILE!It is funny to me that even though it has been nearly a year since I have last blog I can still think of plenty of them in my head while trying to fall asleep and instantly when something funny happens I think "I need to blog about that". Alas, I just can't seem to find the time. I work work work, then I am a mom, referee, coach, maid, laundry service, wife, friend, daughter, sister, chef, my children's biggest sports fan and well just plain exhausted. But I am just like all the other bloggers who somehow manage to do it all so I am going to attempt one more time to add in one of my loves.....blogging. I would love to add scrapbooking to that list since I have an actual scrapbook room now but that is going to have to wait since it takes so much time and I can actually type faster than I can scrapbook.<br />
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So much has happened since I last blogged and I will update in several posts instead of one giant update blog post. Your welcome! Hopefully this time I will be able to keep up with blogging which should be a little easier now that I have a laptop. Sooooo stay tuned!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-53090716344844862972010-06-23T17:45:00.001-05:002010-06-23T17:45:00.391-05:00"MAY"HEMHere is May and the beginning of June in a nutshell......hold onto your seats folks......<br />
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Friday before Mother's Day, Dad went into the hospital where he remained for a week with diverticulitis and a perforated colon. I battled bronchitis and didn't get to even visit my Dad. My sister also went to the hospital when she passed out while getting her haircut. I missed two days of work due to illness then an EF2 tornado hit our neighborhood....scary yet somewhat humorous post with pics will be up soon. No power for about a day! Dad and Sister got out of the hospital then I went to the ER because........I could NOT breath like thought I was going to die can't breath. Now if that doesn't freak you out what will. So Dad went to the cardiologist the following week to hear "Everything looks good. There is one area of the heart that is not getting enough blood but I can give you a medication for that." Ok things looking up right!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">WRONG!</span></div><br />
Dad started the new medication which apparently was supposed to start gradually even though this was not the directions from the cardiologist! This made his blood pressure plummet and sent him to the hospital once again on Isaiah's birthday. The same day Avani got second degree burns on her thigh and also went to the hospital. My sister also went back to the hospital. All three are out of the hospital for a few days. My sister goes back into the hospital and has her gallbladder removed. This was supposed to be the end of all the drama since May was finally over.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>So we <span style="font-size: large;">thought</span>......then June rolled in!</strong></div><br />
Isaiah had to have oral surgery on June 1st. A few days later Dad went to his primary care doctor for a routine visit BUT got sent straight to the hospital yet again to have a heart cath. A day later the heart cath revealed a 90% blockage and they placed a 2nd stint. I guess it is time for a new cardiologist since he totally missed the 90% blockage at Dad's appointment the month before and said, "Everything looks good!" <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last but definitely NOT least...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I go to Urgent Care because I got bit by a brown recluse....more on that later too...but to ease your fears my leg did not rot off! Then nephew Logan goes to the ER twice in two days. Then Avani damages a previous break in her wrist at my boys' birthday party (more on that one too!) and goes to the ER. I am shooting for a peaceful July and starting it out with a mini vacation! That should do the trick!<br />
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We don't <em>plan</em> on seeing the inside of the 4 hospitals and 2 urgent cares the family frequented anytime soon....although I guess we didn't <em>plan</em> any of those visits to begin with!!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-69313629889416459112010-06-22T17:45:00.001-05:002010-06-22T17:45:00.734-05:00THE OLDIES?So we got a new radio station in town called GenX radio. GenX plays mostly 90s music and I love it! I know every word to almost every song and boy can I sing along. Makes me feel young again. I can hear a song and tell you what I was doing in either high school or college. Takes me back!<br />
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One day I was singing along and Elijah says, "Hey Mom, is this the oldies?"<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Wow!</span></strong> </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Really?</strong></span></div><br />
Hmm....doing the calculations in my head I had nothing to say other than, "Well yes I guess so!" Can it be that songs from my youth are now considered oldies by kids? How sad is that!<br />
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Sooooo....the next day I am telling the young bucks at work about Elijah's comment. One chimes in with, "Wow I was 10 when that music played!" The other chimes in with, "I was 6!" <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Seriously?</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I no longer speak to them about my youth!</span></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-91272258740781847182010-06-21T18:30:00.004-05:002010-06-22T08:15:16.180-05:00Dear Annoying Spider......Dear Annoying Spider,<br />
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First off I feel you should know I hate spiders. Not prejudiced by your undying attempt to annoy me....I hate you all big and small. Secondly, you should know I am <span style="font-size: x-large;">not</span> a morning person. I am not necessarily grouchy or mean just extremely sleepy and want to be left alone. I get up around 5am daily and want my peace. My only peace is I don't have to get the kids up and ready at the butt crack of dawn too! <br />
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For weeks you have managed to make a web between my husband's truck and mine. For weeks, I have walked through this web each and every morning when leaving for work. The first couple of times I was grossed out and flailed my arms about while gagging. I hate spiders! I hate the feeling of walking through a web then freak out at the fact that the spider might be on me. My only peace has been obviously you were not on me since you manage to rebuild the web nightly. <br />
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After weeks of this morning ritual, one would think the spider would give up <strike>or the human aka moi would realize the routine and look for the web instead of walking through the web!</strike> I began to think you were stupid. Seriously, how many times will you rebuild the web before you give up? Then I thought.......<span style="font-size: large;">wow I am an idiot!!</span> How many times am I going to walk through it? In my defense......soooooo not the morning person and the brain doesn't fully kick in until at least 7am when I begin my workday. I grew to admire your tenacity and smarts realizing I was the stupid one. I began to resent you for your smarts! I would think about you everyday while driving to work and secretly still freaking out that you might be on me. Then I began to anticipate the webs in hopes that the web would verify you never actually touched me when I walked through the web the day before! Insanity I know! You took over my morning thoughts for way too long each morning especially since I am giant compared to you. Then I would feel stupid giving you too much thought! <strong><strike>You can only imagine how stupid I feel writing you a letter!</strike> </strong>I began to wonder if somehow this was a hilarious game for you. You probably built the web, invited over some of your little spidey friends to see the stupid human lady walk through the web then freak out! I bet you laughed plenty at my expense.<br />
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Well I am here to tell you I have won the battle and am here to say I have been victorious. Typing that sentence cracks me up since it was a battle against a spider that in my thoughts is no larger than the head of a pin. Any larger and I could still freak out!! I have beat you at your game! I am the bigger of the two <strike><strong>- like that wasn't obvious!</strong></strike> Since I don't know where you actually live and watch me from afar I thought I would let you know....if I find you, <span style="font-size: x-large;">I will kill you</span>. For now I have decided I will be backing my truck in nightly so I will no longer have to walk through your nasty webs to get into my car! Yes, it may have taken me a while to figure out a solution but I did it! Leave me alone!<br />
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Sincerely, <br />
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The giant compared to you lady who took weeks to beat you at your game. I will remain anonymous to you to avoid scrutiny over the fact that it took me weeks to outsmart you......I am blaming fear!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-190289514196915922010-03-15T07:00:00.001-05:002010-03-15T07:00:03.373-05:00MY BOY.....THE UNITED NATIONS!So Elijah's teacher has been reading the Indian in the Cupboard series in class and he is OBSESSED. She says he sits intently waiting with baited breath for each word. He is now OBSESSED with Indians. I swear to you we have a conversation over Indians daily now.....in the car, in the house, before bed when we too are reading a book from the series together, at Meme's, on the ride home from basketball....you get the pic....OBSESSED. The boy has even made two of his very own bow and arrow sets from sticks and dental floss which surprisingly work quite well. He chops down branches from our trees using a hand shovel so he can then make traps and shelters to trap his meal and rest. He also makes Indian tacos with dirt and leaves from the magnolia tree and has requested an authentic Indian head dress.....you know.....to just wear around the house......specifically a Chief head dress! He remembers the days when he was younger and we went to Pow Wows with our Native American friends and wants one of those "outfits you know mom that they dance around in"!! He is on the verge of an identity crisis and wants to start sleeping outside!!<br />
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One day on the way home from school during the whole Indian conversation and the revelation he had when I told him Indians no longer live in teepees, he asked if he was Indian. I told him that he does have Indian in him from Papa's side of the family as well as French on Papa's side and German on Meme's side but couldn't get through to him that it wasn't very much Indian. To him it didn't matter "how much" just the idea of being Indian was exciting!! Sure wish it was enough to get on the roll!! Anyway the excitement was too much for him and the obsession has only grown since. <br />
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The next week on our way home from basketball practice he asks, "Mom, how much Indian am I?" I try to explain the process of how through the generations the percentage of Indian blood decreased but couldn't seem to explain it in a way that he could understand. He then gets <strong>very excited</strong> and says, "Wow! So if I am part Indian, am I part <strong>Cowboy</strong> too?" I thought that was the cutest thing ever and chuckled at the thought that he had not quite learned the relationship of the original Cowboy and Indian days. Instead of crushing his excitement I said, "Yes you are part cowboy too!" He then says, "Sooooo.....how much cowboy am I?" My answer, "Ask Papa!" Very excited with his new found heritage he says, "Mom I am like the United Nations. I am half black, half carcasian (yes I know that is spelled wrong but that is how he said it!), half German, half French, half Indian and half Cowboy!" Chuckling I said, "Your fractions mean you are three men rolled into one!" His response, "Yep!" <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I love this kid!</strong></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-31148643229258172362010-02-11T08:00:00.002-06:002010-02-11T08:00:06.399-06:00DEAR DR. OZDear Dr. Oz,<br />
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I always liked watching you on Oprah. The mere information bonanza was enough to handle the disgusting truths you told. I was very excited to hear you would be getting your very own television show. I DVR your show daily and must admit I have a few little tidbits I would like to share with you although odds are you will never read this!!<br />
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<strong>The Truth Tube</strong> - I just don't get it! There isn't an actually tube that you ask permission for them to "stand in". It is really more of a platform not a tube and haven't they given permission before they agreed to be on the show. Just so you know, you would never have my permission to televise my weight or waist size for all the world to see! You must have some pretty brave guests! I also want to know if you actually weigh the guests or if they tell you their weight and dress size. Some of those ladies look like they weigh way more and I KNOW sometimes those dress sizes are WAY off!<br />
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<strong>The weight loss stories</strong> - Along with millions of Americans, I too am overweight and would love to lose weight. I have lost 33 lbs recently but fear an underlying deadly disease is to blame so I merely choose to say I am eating healthier and move on. Stress I believe anyway........When you ask the guests their weight loss secrets and they reveal them I just shrug. Steel cut oats....ugh! I would appreciate a story that included pop tarts, Nutri Grain bars or cereal for breakfast since I can't seem to like the steel cut oats that EVERYONE seems to love and lose weight eating. Just a request!! I know these choices aren't wise or anything you would recommend but I am a busy mom on the go. My choices are a healthy banana, Nutri Grain bar or a pop tart on my way out the door. It is either that or nothing at all! I know you say "choose fresh" when you can but my current income and busy mom status needs to use those "pre-packaged" goods in order for a meal to ever be cooked. SO why don't you let us know which "pre-packaged" goods are acceptable?!?!? <br />
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<strong>The skin crawl factor</strong> - Half of your shows have just made my skin crawl! I watch every evening and my family LOVES to learn all about their body by watching you. I swear the amount of medical information in your head should make it explode!! The problem is I can't sleep because I am so grossed out! The parasites like the tape worm.....ugh....gag....ugh! I swear I checked out my own poop for days looking for those little larvae sacks. Disgusting I tell you! I sort of hoped to catch some worms to lose weight until I saw this episode. Then the whole parasite episode which again talked about worms put me over the edge! Seriously I am thinking of scotch taping the butts of my entire family since now my butt itches at the mere thought of that episode. Oh my.....the bed bugs show...ugh! I swear I didn't sleep well for weeks. I am an insomniac anyway so this did not help matters! (Yes I also watched the insomnia show!) I woke up a million times a night feeling like something was crawling on me. I removed draws looking for feces. I removed the sheets and washed them while inspecting then vacuuming my mattress. No sign of a single bug but still no sleep! Thanks! Between the creepy crawly feeling and the scotch tape that will be on my butt for fear of a parasite, I will never sleep the same again! No more parasite shows so I don't go buy a microscope and start combing through our family's bowel movements! Please I beg of you stop!!<br />
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<strong>Cheesy</strong> - I love you! I really do but you are a tad cheesy on your new show! Man it up a little! Most of all I love your honesty but the acting is a little to be desired. When you try to do all the new exercises, I must admit if I am not laughing then I am fast forwarding. Probably should pay attention but it is hard when you look so awkward!<br />
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<strong>Style</strong> - I KNOW you have a stylist! Does this stylist not know YOU DON'T WEAR WHITE SOCKS WITH BLACK SHOES? PLEASE!! Stop with the white socks and black shoes.....this is one of my biggest style pet peeves. <br />
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<strong>Kudos</strong> - Kudos to you for your <strong>honesty</strong> and ability to talk about the embarrassing issues that no one else will even think about discussing on television. Thank you for the show you did about Americans with no insurance! It was eye opening at its best. Unemployed for 7 LONG months and one of the millions of Americans now without insurance, this show made me appreciate that nothing is seriously wrong with us and appreciate all that you did for your guests. Thank you! Now if you could just find a cure for diabetes then you would be our hero! <br />
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Thank you for all that you do and if by chance you read this please don't invite me to the show to embarrass me!! I will NOT enter the truth "tube"! ha! Remember my family and I still ♥ you!<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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AngelaAngelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-68998730726713684242010-02-10T22:13:00.001-06:002010-02-10T22:37:25.283-06:00I'M BAAAAAACK!!NO I HAVE NOT FALLEN OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH!!<br />
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Gone three months and aching to post and read blogs and I only lost a few followers!!<br />
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I miss you all more than you can imagine and if you know me then you know I have a lot to tell you!! Wow three whole months! I don't know if I've ever been this quiet for this long! I hope you all will come back and join in the fun which is my life! I have soooo much to say and soooo many blog posts in my head just itching to get out! Just a few more days and I will officially have internet at home again and will be able to post on a regular basis. Until then hang on and get ready to ride..........<br />
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I have a couple of posts scheduled for you until I am up and running for good!!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-4057459909387487452009-11-12T19:00:00.008-06:002009-11-13T12:51:28.501-06:00FRIDAY HIGH FIVE<center><a href="http://angeleyesadventures.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20High%20Five"><img alt="Angela's Adventures" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r134/gigibryan/HighFive-1.jpg" /></a></center><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Time for Friday High Five!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come join in the fun....please!Make a list of 5 things ~ ANY five things you want! 5 favorite things, Top 5 Vacation spots, 5 most embarrassing moments, 5 favorite pics, 5 reasons to not pick your nose......A LIST OF ANYTHING YOU WANT IT TO BE....funny, serious, sentimental, to dos, pictures, no pictures ~ anything!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em><span style="font-size: small;">After the past two weeks, I need to remember to be thankful and positive. Chaitra's Grandfather passed away and she had to go to Michigan. My Mom and Dad were in Branson. My Mom normally watches Addison during the day but since both her and Chaitra were gone I had Addison for 11 hours a day for 4 days. Normally, this would not be an issue but Elijah had croup, Isaiah had bronchitis and Addison was teething and NOT happy for 3 out of the 4 days! Wow that was a trial and a half! Easy to forget about the little things when you no longer have a baby. You know like changing her in the front seat of the car because she has diarrhea and you have to go to the store. The fact that this was the third dirty diaper in 45 minutes and she is NOT happy! This was topped by Chaitra rolling and totaling her SUV on her way home with her brothers and finding out a very close family member is getting divorced. Then there was the trip to the ER, the trip to Urgent Care, thinking my parents' dog was going to have her puppies while they were gone *gag*yuck*, the basketball draft, football practice, playoffs, running over a football helmet (I will post this funny story later I promise!), my child getting his head run over by a bike (another funny one) and the ever looming job hunt. So right now, today, while everything is calm I am being thankful very very thankful, in fact, for my life and the people in it! I will save the rest of the news for later but for now here is </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">5 things I am looking forward to</span><br />
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<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">5.</span> Basketball -</strong> <span style="font-size: small;">I am looking forward to an indoor sport!! Now that football is over....*sniff*sniff*....Elijah needs something to look forward to instead of his current "football is over?!" sadness.</span> <br />
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</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">4.</span> Football tournament -</strong> <span style="font-size: small;">Elijah is on an All-Star team and will be in a tournament. Hoping this too will help the football season ending sadness. It is good to know that he loves what he does and I believe that is why he is so good. Can't wait to see him hit again. He is truly a joy to watch!</span><br />
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</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">3.</span> Thanksgiving -</strong> <span style="font-size: small;">Love the holidays, love the food, love time with family and am a passionate Black Friday shopper. Can't wait! I wish I had more money to spend on Black Friday but I will enjoy myself anyway. I also love that this is my birthday weekend. Now that I am older birthday's pretty much suck because they seem just like another day but I am still looking forward to it regardless.</span><br />
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</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">2</span>. Christmas -</strong> <span style="font-size: small;">Hard to get in the Christmas spirit when it is in the 70s outside but I love love love Christmas time! Love the reason and the season! Need to start some shopping!!</span><br />
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</strong><span style="font-size: small;">This is something I have been waiting and waiting for since April 2nd of this year.......<br />
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<strong><em>can you guess???</em><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">A PAYCHECK!!</span><br />
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WOOHOO!!<br />
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THAT IS RIGHT FOLKS......<br />
I GOT A JOB, I GOT A JOB, I GOT A JOB HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!! <br />
</strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">Are you singing along like in the Little Rascals?<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I can't wait! I start on Tuesday and won't actually get paid until December but at least it pays!! I will be working at a Lasar Eye Clinic and everything will be new to me so pray for me!<br />
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<em>Hey did I mention?<br />
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<strong>I GOT A JOB<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I GOT A JOB</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I GOT A JOB </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!!!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">5 THINGS SEEN OR LEARNED WHILE AT THE EMERGENCY ROOM</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">5.</span></strong> My first thought when admiring the room of sickies waiting for medical advice at the ER was wow we have a bunch of redneck/white trash/ghetto sickies in this town. Then I realized I was being way too judgmental since I was one of these people without being redneck/white trash/ghetto. It took a second but I understood that at midnight there is no need to wear your Sunday best. In fact, my own son was looking fine in his "I am going to the ER at 11 o'clock" look. He was wearing red, black and cream plaid pajama pants with a fluorescent orange Incredible Hulk shirt topped only by the camo flip flops. Yep we were all ONE in our fashion senses ~ who cares! Amazing the ensemble you can come up with when you kid can't breathe, his lips are blue and his heart is racing! More to life than fashion!!<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">4.</span></strong> You get in much quicker if (1) your son cannot breathe and (2) the pediatric ER is still open. Never been to the new pediatric ER but I will definitely return there if needed! It was so fast! I totally anticipated being there until the next morning but I wasn't! Gotta love it! Well not that you have to go there but that the option exists! It is also funny to me how quickly kids appear to return to normal once you enter the ER and they know there is a shot looming in their near future!<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">3</span></strong>. A little sense of fear comes when the nurse says Dr. C will be right in. Dr. C is the pediatrician you fired because his nurse almost killed your second son at the age of 9 mos ( for real people, they had to start chest compressions but that is another post.....hmm....have I posted about that before?) I will not lie I felt awkward especially after he recognized us! Oh well he fixed my boy up so I can't complain!<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">2.</span></strong> If you are in the Tulsa area and have been to the St. Francis ER, then you will know who I am about to talk about. The lady who does the admitting portion of our ER visit was the sweetest lady named Dena. Really she was so so sweet but she has claws for finger nails. I am talking something almost Guiness worthy folks. You know the ones that curl all the way around and curl in weird directions. She couldn't even grab things with her finger tips but instead had to use her knuckles. It is so weird to see and they are longer and longer everytime I see her. They are thick and ugh just gross. If you could have seen Elijah's face when he saw the claws!! It was priceless! I always say, "I don't know how you type with those!" She can type with the curled up claws and pretty quickly considering she hunts and pecks with 6 inch curly q's on her fingers. It is just so odd! Quite a sight to see!<br />
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Due to recent flu epidemics and the ever looming fear of the H1N1 virus, there were signs everywhere to please wear a surgical mask if you had any cold or flu symptoms. I understand this but their operation seemed pretty senseless. It should be well known by now that one is supposed to cover their coughing and sneezing with the inner elbow instead of one's hand. Although well known, many do not do so in the moment. This leads me to my point. In order to get the surgical mask, the patient would have to reach into the box of surgical masks to get one. <br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">HELLO!</span></strong> <br />
</div>So now you have a room full of sick people reaching their grubby little hands into the box of ALL the surgical masks thereby contaminating them all! Doesn't that just spread the symptoms, feed the virus and <strong>DEFEAT THE PURPOSE!!!!</strong> Why isn't the hospital staff handing them out? People are probably getting sicker by wearing the contaminated masks directly over their mouth and nose while breathing in the funk for hours while waiting to be seen! If you didn't have it before, then you sure have it now! Idiots, I tell you!<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">5 things I love to hate about Facebook</span></strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">5.</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size: small;">The addiction! I love to know what is going on unless you are one of those that let's me know each time you wipe your butt. If you are this person, then please seek professional help for your addiction and diarrhea of the mouth.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">4.</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size: small;">I get to communicate with out of town family on a regular basis and am somewhat clued in to their life. I also like catching up with true friends from high school that I haven't seen in ages. I can't believe I graduated 15 yrs ago....just saying that makes me feel old!</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">3.</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size: small;">I hate the people that just want more friends! I went to a large high school, in fact, I believe it is the largest in our state. I could be wrong so don't quote me. College was not a big adjustment for me when it came to size....alcohol and freedom maybe but not size. My college actually seemed smaller than my high school. That said I don't know everyone I graduated with by any means. I get friend requests from people that I graduated with but never even knew. Seriously, half the time I don't even recognize their name. I "ignore" their friend request only to get repeated requests. I say to the monitor, "I don't know you!" then respectly "ignore" them again. A few people have sent me countless requests and I am beginning to believe they are just trying to "up" their friends numbers. Ugh! Stop already....you don't know me and I don't know you besides chances are we will never speak because we don't know each other except for the fact that I know when you wipe! Funny to me though really since I love talking to my bloggy friends and we have never met. I feel though that they know me well enough through my long winded posts to chat with me!!</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">2.</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size: small;">I love getting feedback from my stupid interest lacking status reports. Ex: my current status is......"Angela is just statusless!" Intriguing I know but you gotta love the feedback!!</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">2.</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size: small;">We are going to add a second number two because I actually have another "hate" but we'll pretend I didn't realize it so my high five isn't a six! Don't want to break my rules! Wait High Five doesn't have rules. Babble babble! Did that make sense to anyone besides me? Ok where was I.........I hate the people that do every single facebook game, quiz and app! I don't want my "feed" filled with your invites to two million different apps. Get off the computer or at least get off of facebook and join.....hmm......blogger. Since it is a far more acceptable addiction at least in my mind. I went through a phase where I did a bunch of quizzes BUT that was a war between a couple of friends and a cousin of mine. You know like somehow some made up quiz actually makes us smarter than one another when we get a higher score!! That ended quickly when I <strike>discovered I might be an idiot</strike> proved my genius!</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">#1</span></strong><br />
My all time favorite thing about facebook is....<br />
seeing the changes in peoples' lives ~ the good, the bad and the ugly. There is the jock who you eyed all through school. You know the one who would only give the cheerleaders the time of day. I love to see the jock is now fat and married to some "not so hot" girl! I won't lie it brings me joy! Sick I know but true! It also makes me a little happy to know they finally realized true beauty is on the inside. I also like seeing the jock that still has it goin' on! You know you do too....well maybe not you Dan! I also like to see the diva from high school is fatter than me and now they understand the "big girls". This might be just a "big girl" action! Vain I know but true! You all know you do the same thing! I love seeing school friends with lives similar to mine or different from mine. I love seeing their children and wonder if they too will be friends in school. I hate the "frenemies" that all of the sudden want to be your "friend". I believe they are just trying to snoop into my life soooooo......I snoop myself FIRST. Boo yeah, gotcha! I confirm their friend request snoop around then delete them before they realize I even confirmed in the first place. You all know you do it too! Welllll......I hope so or I sound truly psychotic. If you don't, then let's pretend I didn't say that and move on!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He came out and said, "Look at me, Mommy! I picked out my own clothes!"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He must have seen by the look on my face that I was about to say the outfit did not match because then he promptly added, "See it matches...." while pointing out the blue and orange in both articles. Of course, I had to tell him how proud I was and tried my hardest not to laugh.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He had a blue, orange and white striped buttoned down shirt with his floral print swim trunks in colors of blue, orange, white, yellow, red and green. The shirt was buttoned wrong. The sleeves were too short and the pockets of the swim trunks were hanging out <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">do you think it stopped him from rocking this outfit and doing some model poses for the cam.....<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">NOPE!</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">His serious cover pose!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">About to own the catwalk!<br />
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Do you also think it stopped him from playing outside in the blessed ensemble?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you think so, then you do not know this boy!!<br />
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</div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-42040463831745419092009-10-23T07:00:00.014-05:002009-10-23T15:17:36.265-05:00PHOTOSTORY FRIDAY: FALL FUN AND PAIN AT THE ZOO<center><a href="http://whatworksforus.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone.html" target="_blank"><img alt="PhotoStory Friday" border="0" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc50/whatworksforus/pfw.jpg" /></a><br />
Hosted by <a href="http://mychaosmybliss.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Cecily</a> and <a href="http://writingthewavesmama.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kelli</span></span></span></a></center><center> </center><center> </center><center> </center><center class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last week the kids were out of school for three days. Besides pumpkin painting....that's a whole other story.....we went to the zoo with my friend Tammy and her son John plus I also took Avani and Addison along. </center><center style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</center><center class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_rni5vE2I/AAAAAAAACuQ/VKxFsR0G4vI/s1600-h/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0285pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_rni5vE2I/AAAAAAAACuQ/VKxFsR0G4vI/s320/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0285pic.jpg" vr="true" /></a></center><center style="text-align: center;">Of course, I took plenty pictures of animals but I got some really good kid shots then I played on Picnik so that is what you are going to get!! <br />
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</center><center>Except for this cute little guy....</center><center>I didn't play with this picture but I like this picture because he kept checking me out through the corner of his eye as if to say, "Are you lookin' at me?"</center><center class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_r04f7dFI/AAAAAAAACug/bVhMkRsJ-mk/s1600-h/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_r04f7dFI/AAAAAAAACug/bVhMkRsJ-mk/s320/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0292.JPG" vr="true" /></a></center><center><br />
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</center><center>Our usual "Monkey see, monkey do!" picture at the zoo. I don't know why I always take so many of these or why I love them so but I just do!</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then came the funniest part of the day. </center><center>The kids were looking through the children's petting zoo when Tammy and I said, "Oh kids look over here! You will have to look really hard for this one!" They looked, searched and pointed out non-existent animals when they asked what exactly they were looking for to which John reads the sign beside them, "It is a temporarily vacant!" They didn't have a clue what that meant so they kept looking while Tammy & I snapped pictures and laughed!!</center></center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_sBMbVHuI/AAAAAAAACu4/Bv57gFoNbSo/s1600-h/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_sBMbVHuI/AAAAAAAACu4/Bv57gFoNbSo/s320/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0299.JPG" vr="true" /></a><br />
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</div><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Then came the traumatic portion of the trip! The zoo was full of bees. By full I mean they were overtaking the place! Everywhere you walked there were bees especially if you walked near a patch of flowers or a trash can. They would just land on us like they were welcome. This made me extrememly nervous since Avani is allergic and we forgot her epipen and by we I mean her mother! I could see it now either her struggling to breath or a scene out of Pure Luck with Martin Short but only Avani's face swelling like a balloon. I took lunches and sat down at a table without bees swarming around......or so I thought. I get the kids all arranged then sit down to feed Addy when I hear screams. Then Isaiah screamed like I don't think I've ever heard him scream.</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Picture this: Isaiah screaming while Avani, John and Elijah scream and run in all different directions. I am trying to figure out what just happened and Addison with the rest of the zoo guests look at us like we have totally lost our minds! All of this while Tammy is inside buying food for her and John.</em></center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I figure out a bee stung Isaiah on his ear! Poor kid and those ears! I try my best to calm and organize with absolutely NO luck! Bees still swarming, kids still screaming, Isaiah wailing, Addy and the zoo guests are still looking at me like we've lost our minds. At this point, I think I did! I scream at the kids to get their food and go inside while grabbing a screaming Zay and trying to push Addy in the stroller. </center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Did anyone ask me if I needed help?</em> </center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">NO!</span></center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nope not one single heartless person! Jerks!</span></center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Let's see you be calm with 3 scared kids, 1 wailing in pain and 1 in a stroller still looking at us like we are nuts.....five count them FIVE KIDS and one me! I was totally outnumbered and should really think of this BEFORE an outing! I WILL REMEMBER THIS....SURE HOPE YOU HEARTLESS JERKS DON'T GET STUNG TOO BECAUSE I AM TAKING THE LAST TWO TABLES INDOORS!</span></center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Finally once inside a worker asks me about the commotion and calls security and medical over to check on the bee sting boy! He cried and cried and just when I thought he would be ok he would let out a scream then cry some more! I seriously wondered if he would even let me put him down long enough to get to the car if needed. Finally after 30-45 minutes, we coaxed him back outside with...."When a bee stings you, it dies. All the other bees see this and will never sting you while you are here because they don't want to die too!" </center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Total crap but it worked!</span></strong> </center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> "Please Lord, don't let him get stung again or I will never hear the end of it!"</em> </center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Yep I prayed right after lying to my son!</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He wore a light jacket with a hood and let me tell you this.....that kid wore the hood the entire rest of our trip at the zoo and held it with his hands so NO bees could get in! I didn't tell him they don't always sting ears and could very well just stink him in the face because remember "all the other bees aren't going to sting him"! Just when I thought he was over it and would let go of the hood.....he would grab it again 2 seconds later....poor guy! Still cute though....</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The boys were a little uncooperative but Avani my little model posed and posed..</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">and of course I played around on Picnik again....</center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_sS_YBCzI/AAAAAAAACvY/L31qwlTbhkk/s1600-h/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0339sep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_sS_YBCzI/AAAAAAAACvY/L31qwlTbhkk/s320/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0339sep.jpg" vr="true" /></a></center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_shry6eiI/AAAAAAAACvo/H3jn8BktCQ0/s1600-h/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0350pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBFTfSYgJ30/St_shry6eiI/AAAAAAAACvo/H3jn8BktCQ0/s320/2009_1016sapulpawhtzoo0350pic.jpg" vr="true" /></a></center><center class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>5.</strong></span> <em>Don't you hate it when</em> your kid has to poop each and every time you arrive for speech therapy only to realize after sitting there for five minutes that he just needed to fart! EVERY SINGLE TIME<strong>!</strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>4.</strong></span> <em>Don't you hate it when</em> you need to go pee but you are too busy and far from the bathroom until you turn the washer on, quickly slam it off because that sound of rushing water has turned that urge into an necessity!! You high tail it to the bathroom since those two pregnancies and c-sections for those kids of yours did nothing positive for bladder control! <strong>NOTHING!</strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>3.</strong></span> <em>Don't you hate it when</em> you just sit down to pee and your son busts into the restroom with the sentence, "Now I am not sure what happened Mommy but just remember it was an accident!" with his brother wailing in pain in the not so far distance! Like an alien took over his body and he couldn't control his legs from jumping on the couch with his brother who fell and hit his head on the corner of the coffee table!! Two seconds......can I just have TWO seconds to pee!!<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">2.</span></strong> <em>Don't you hate it when</em> you take a drink with you in the car and never take a sip THEN you throw out the drink, put a snotty baby wipe in the cup then ask your child to carry it in and put it on the kitchen counter when you get home. THEN you fill the cup and drink from that cup all evening until you realize five hours later while drinking that you forgot to throw out the snotty baby wipe before using that cup.....gag...gag!! Yep there it is just sitting in there marinating in your fruit punch!! Mmmm.......don't say you don't hate that or you haven't done it because I will feel stupid! Just say you "would" hate it!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Don' you hate it when</em> you pull in the driveway and while gathering your belongings to take into the house you can NOT find your phone! You look and look and tear the car apart! You say, "What did I do with it?" Just then your sister says through the phone being held ON YOUR EAR by your shoulder, "Do with what? What are you looking for?" Oh nothing! It is almost like I am incapable of learning IT IS ON MY EAR since I do this quite often! I totally should NOT have admitted to this!<br />
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<strong>1.) Create a list of playground dos and dont's</strong>.<br />
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<strong>DON'T </strong>wear flip flops or any form of sandal! Those large chunks of mulch will undoubtedly stab you in the foot......why must they use such painful material? If you don't get stabbed, then it will surely get stuck inside your shoe. The rule is if you can't walk in it barefoot then don't wear flip flops!<br />
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<strong>DON'T</strong> wear high heels to the park! THAT is just plain ignorant! <br />
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<strong>DON'T</strong> climb UP the slide! This is difficult for children to understand for some reason until they are kicked in the face by the next person sliding down. My children are highly guilty of this one! <br />
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<strong>DON'T</strong> talk on your phone the entire time you are at the park. Kids grow up way too fast and you have plenty of time outside of this bonding moment to chat on the phone! <br />
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<strong>DON'T</strong> tell your little nose picker to wipe their boogers on the nearest piece of equipment that my child might touch! That's just gross! <br />
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<strong>DON'T</strong> bring your sick kid to the park. This includes children who have had fevers within 24 hrs, vomited in.....oh like 48 hrs......or if their nose is running off their face.....KEEP THE KID HOME! Please! I know you don't want to be cooped up with a sick kid but we don't want what they have!<br />
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<strong>DON'T</strong> wear hooker clothes to the park! We don't want to see it because we are fat! Well by "we" I mean "I" but in denial! Remember it will be harder for you to breath with me sitting on you! Remember when I jump off the swing and purposely land on....I could crush you! Not bitter! Not bitter at all!<br />
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<strong>DON'T</strong> climb into things with your child unless you KNOW you can fit through to reach the other side! That would suck! I avoid this little mishap by crawling in NOTHING!<br />
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<strong>DON'T</strong> mention the park to me outloud in front of my child unless you know I want to go! This makes it harder for me to say NO! Beware, I will tell your kid you are taking him/her to McDonald's!<br />
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<strong>DO</strong> make your children wash their hands after leaving or giving them any snack! Hello! At least get antibacterial crap for them to smear the virus around before eating!<br />
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<strong>DO</strong> wait at the bottom of the slide especially if they are coming down face first! <br />
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<strong>DO</strong> push your kid on the swing! When you get tired just push them beyond their comfort zone and they will want off!!<br />
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<strong>DO</strong> swing in the swing next to your child! It will make you feel younger and free....I promise! <br />
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<strong>DO</strong> take pictures! They will be some of the best with all the colors of nature and the true smiles of a child having fun. <br />
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</div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04190561501190804078noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706068811501009021.post-50874628789908500022009-10-22T07:00:00.002-05:002009-10-22T08:16:37.083-05:00ATWT: MY DATE WITH A MUCH YOUNGER, HOTTER MAN!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, I am married!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, Hubs knew about the date and was ok with it!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">No, we are not in an open relationship!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The younger man is taken too!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We invited his girlfriend BUT she was out of town so it was just the two of us at the park on a WONDERFUL fall evening!<br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Hubs took Elijah to the TU football game along with his football team and their families. I was footballed out! Yes 'footballed' is a word! The team got to go out onto the field and even made it on the 10 o'clock news! Woohoo!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I decided I needed a night out and I found the perfect young man to join me!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He is a little hottie!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Irresistible in fact!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, he is a little stubborn or headstrong like myself but again the irresistible part took over.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He didn't have money since he is jobless but I offered to pay.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">He has a few minor obsessions and I catered to them all!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Here he is the much younger man I dated for one evening<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong> I know, right! I am one lucky lady!</strong><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Parks are his fun obsession. We went to <em>"his"</em> park.... just the two of us. All of his birthday parties have been at this park so he has claimed it as his own. Not many little boys have their very own park!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">After one scoop of ice cream and one for the road.....I know "sucker" right.....we went to Target to check out the Halloween costume aisles which totally sucked by the way. They normally have like four aisles of just costumes but this new Target just had one aisle. ONE for kids and adults, seriously Target you are letting me down here! We walked through ALL the toy aisles where he claimed to want "all the boy toys and no girl toys" for his birthday. I said, "ok!" The boys know I don't just buy them toys everytime we go to the store so both of them ask for everything for their birthdays and I say yes! They won't remember by then and don't realize how far away their birthdays are.....if they only knew how close Christmas is!! Hey it works with no begging and no tears! Then we went home and I must admit I still got it.......I totally wear out my dates!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Time for Friday High Five!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come join in the fun....please!Make a list of 5 things ~ ANY five things you want! 5 favorite things, Top 5 Vacation spots, 5 most embarrassing moments, 5 favorite pics, 5 reasons to not pick your nose......A LIST OF ANYTHING YOU WANT IT TO BE....funny, serious, sentimental, to dos, pictures, no pictures ~ anything!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Post about it, linking back to me (now you can copy and paste the HTML at the bottom of this post for a button!) then sign Mr. Linky! Please use the Friday High Five URL post in Mr. Linky's URL section instead of your blog URL and here is how: write the post, publish the post, go to edit posts, VIEW the High Five post, copy the URL in the address portion at the top of the screen then paste it in the URL section of Mr.Linky!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sounds complicated but it isn't too bad!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you need help, let me know in the comment section!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">5 THINGS I NEED TO CATCH UP ON.....</span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">5.</span></strong> <em><strong>Housecleaning</strong></em>........I clean and clean and can never totally catch up. My cousin's husband hired someone to clean her house while she went to Mudd Lake to visit with MckMama. Although I think I too would panic a little at the thought of my things not being where I want them but then I think again and say BRING IT ON!! So the plan instead of actually cleaning the house is to somehow become independently wealthy real fast then go on a trip to ohhhhhh......ANYWHERE......then after mentioning James' sweet gift to Janelle Hubs will hire a housecleaner to do the work for me.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chances of this happening.......ZERO!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">4.</span></strong> <em><strong>Bills</strong></em>........along with the last option this will only occur if we become independently wealthy really quickly like so fast that money just flies from the sky! That would rock! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chances of this happening......ZERO right now but possible once I find a job!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">3.</span></strong> <em><strong>Scrapbooking</strong></em>......oh how I miss scrapbooking. I love it and am far behind again! You would think I could have caught up at least halfway with all my "free" time but somehow all my "free" time gets bogged down with kid errands, cleaning, cooking, Hubs errands, friends and family errands! I used to scrap at night when everyone else was sleeping alas that has fallen to the wayside. I wish I could get my girls together to scrapbook again since we always have so much fun.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chances of this happening......if I could just find the time this minor feat is highly reachable and fun! I think I'll begin this weekend in fact!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">2.</span></strong> <em><strong>Painting</strong></em>.......I have been wanting to paint the boys bathroom cabinets and the kitchen cabinets all summer. I have also wanted to repaint their bathroom walls - same color just fresh coat. I want to put a fresh coat on the hallway and repaint a new color in the entry way. I LOVE to paint! Love love love to paint! Again I just haven't found the time! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chances of this happening.......If I could just have one weekend, then I could get most of it done. Two weekends and BAM!! If I had a couple of Hubs/kid free days, then well okay maybe I wouldn't get much painting, scrapbooking or cleaning done BUT I would catch up on the DVR, rest and girl time! Chances of that happening......ZILCH! Where was I? The painting could be done I just need some time well and maybe more paint which would require money for paint and a job for money so highly attainable just not right this moment!! ha! Worked my way out of that one just right!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">BLOGGING</span></strong></em><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE BLOGGING!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOVE. IT!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I MISS BLOGGING!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I MISS HOME INTERNET!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would blog about just about everything if I could just suck it up and go back to my old internet provider. I am still holding out as if somehow this is hurting them! ha! Yeah right! The only person this is hurting is me! Ugh! I have so much to blog about and so little internet time here at the library. I spend most of my limited library internet time applying for jobs, looking through emails in response to applications, reading others' blogs and trying to keep up in responding to comments.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chances of this happening......HIGHLY LIKELY IF I COULD JUST SUCK UP MY PRIDE AND THE FACT THAT I SAID I WOULD NEVER RETURN TO THEM NO MATTER HOW MUCH I MISSED THEM! Originally, my thing was "they don't rule the world" I can find someone just as fast only way cheaper! What I didn't realize is they do in fact rule the internet service in my area and I haven't found anything else that is comparable in speed or anyone that even services my neighborhood for that matter!! I found several who are way way cheaper but alas they don't reach to my house. Ugh! <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suck it up Angela and make the call! <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chances are this will eventually happen because I think I could just DIE!! I just miss you all so much!<br />
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