tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114923612011-12-13T19:54:55.541-08:00MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.comBlogger2711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-15697444885827600872008-12-15T18:48:00.001-08:002008-12-15T19:11:57.752-08:00

There are some things going on that I'm not sure that I'm ready to blog about, but I will ask that you pray for J's health. We think he will be fine, but prayers are all any of us can do right now.So. What to blog about? My pretty, pretty girl. Replete with photos.We dressed the Girl up in a Santa suit we got for the Boy way back when. She is so cute!Sweet and Smiley:Serious:Lickin' Lemons

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I don't know how Gabrielle does it. She has five kids and updates her blog all the time AND organizes the most amazing giveaways. Companies big and small - and usually high-end - donate prizes for her to give away. This must be a massive undertaking to organize it all and she does it as a labor of love. Well, I suggest that you head over to Design Mom this Friday for 12, count 'em, 12

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You want the toys the kids in your life play with to be safe, right? Me, too. So toys should all be tested to make sure that they are safe, right? Not so fast...Did you know that testing of children's items costs about $4,000? If the act that congress currently has in the works passes as is, everyone selling a children's item on Etsy will be out of business because testing makes it impossible

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So I know that this is old news, but did you every see the electoral map put out by the New York Times? Check it out here. Seriously interesting stuff. Looks like I am a concern to some people because I'm apparently winning a war:Back in July when the iPhone 3Gs first came out, J went to an AT&T store at 3 a.m. to wait in line to get us the mother of all mobile phones. We went from whatever

MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-34510374041387709782008-12-05T11:04:00.000-08:002008-12-05T11:10:07.466-08:00

After her lunch today, the Girl was having a chew on my fingers (better than something else) and I thought I felt something. One tiny tooth, bottom left. I'll miss the gummy grins, but she sure has been a joy with a tooth coming through. Sweet baby. Picture to come once it is in enough to actually get a photo of it.

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Wanted for: biting then laughing at pain caused Arch enemy of: Breastfeeding motherPossible disguises: Extreme cuteness, frequent gummy grins, occasional pouting faces, infrequent cryingOther information: Can frequently be found in the company of Mr. No NapThe Nibbler and Mr. No Nap spotted together

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This year is flying by and the fact that tomorrow is Thanksgiving blows my mind. I've done as much of the prep work for the food as I can for now. There is so much to be thankful for, and blessings to ask for still. Thankful for my lovely little girl and sweet son and fabulous husband. The rest of my family and friends are happy and healthy. I'm asking that our neighbors serving overseas in

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The Boy started school in August. I had high hopes for how he would do, but was realistic expectations of his reaction: I expected a lot of crying. The very first day, we went to school with him. It was a double whammy for me - I left the Girl for the very first time and it was my oldest child's first day of school. We were with him so the first day was great. He said that he would be fine

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I was very disappointed when I found out that our second child would be a girl. I had myself convinced that I was going to be surrounded by boys my entire life and was just fine with that. The Boy was so very cuddly and sweet and I wanted that again. Basically, I knew boys and was having trouble imagining having a girl. The unknown was a fear.Of course, I wouldn't trade her for the world now.

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While I was pregnant, all those months ago, I couldn't wait to put my baby girl in all the cute shoes that I got for her. They were on clearance, natch, since babies don't really need shoes for anything other than warmth and there are socks for that. Seriously, I love in South Texas and it just isn't that cold. But a little online shoe place had a huge clearance sale so I bought shoes. And

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So, I have someone I'd like you to meet. Presenting to you, the Girl:Yes, she'd five months old and yes, I feel bad that I haven't blogged about her yet. I have no excuse. You know, other than the new mother thing, but it's not an excuse. Everything is wonderful here. The Boy loves the Girl without reservation and took a photo of her to school for show-and-tell as something for which he is

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Growing pains. My child has been waking up every night for several days, but the other night was the first time he has complained of leg pain. I think he has been waking up from growing pains every night, but once he moved the pain went away once he moved and he didn't remember that is why he woke up in the first place. He woke scared from the pain, but unable to remember that the pain was what

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ETA: The following is an over-tired freak out of a pregnant woman. Things are fine this morning after a little more sleep. I'll tell you my theories later...I've lived this charmed life. When I was three, my brother died of leukemia and I have always felt like God was making that up to my parents by giving me a charmed life. I know it doesn't really work that way, but it's kind of how I have

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It is so great that the Boy is doing so well on his letters and can, sort of sound out words at three and a half. He's not quite read to read just yet, but I think that will come soon. He can always identify the first letter of a word that has been said if asked and can (with a little coaching) figure out what letters make up small words like mom, dad or cat. It is very exciting and I'm proud

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One nice thing about being pregnant is the sense of community among the, um, afflicted. Gestators and those recently relieved of the condition readily dole out stories about strange physical behaviors of a body that is no longer controlled by our sentient brain. We also understand the financial burden of a wardrobe of elastic waistband pants can be substantial. Maternity clothes get passed

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So sorry to have been so absent. Things are really good and a bit busy here these days. Play groups, doctor appointments, general errands and the occasional illness have kept us busy and I've not been here telling you things lately. The boy is so big and fun. He plays on his own. He play well with others. He's potty trained (depending on your definition) and he has a personality that is all

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Well, I actually have plenty of places to go including a doctor appointment tomorrow afternoon. I only just remembered, so I'm glad of that. Yup, the boy is going to be a big brother sometime on (or likely before, if the past is any indication) June 7. That make me 12 weeks into my last pregnancy. Oh, yeah, this is it. When this baby is six and I'm talking about how much I miss a baby in the

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I have some news but I'm too tired to tell you tonight. Plus I have a couple of people who need to know before I announce here...

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So one of my favorite blogs, WantNot.net, has been gone for three or four days now. The page won't load at all. At first I was irritated and then became a bit worried... So I emailed the lovely Mir (also author of Would Coulds Shoulda) and, pretty thing that she is, wrote back right away.Bad, icky, loser service provider screwed her over. If you are looking for Mir, you can find her at http:/

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Harry Potter hopes that you had a wonderful Halloween. We feel like this was the offical kick-off to the holidays. The weather was actually cool and lovely last night for trick-or-treating and we are looking forward to the coming couple of months.

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The Boy had a really rough night after about 6 p.m. We had made a run to W@l-Mart and were getting bags out of the back of the car. The Boy climbed into the back hatch of the PT Cruiser and when he got out to come in the house, he burned his leg on the muffler. J couldn't figure out when was wrong and was more upset than the boy when I suggested the possible (and is seems the only reasonable)

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It's been a long, loooong time. Sorry about that. I was sucked in the abyss of crochet and and just now emerging a little. I'm a junkie and I admit it. This is short because my computer is about to run out of juice and I need to spend time with my hansome husband anyway. Today marks the 12 years since our first date. I'll leave you a photo of the Boy from our college Homecoming that we

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I know that no one is perfect. Our bodies are inherently flawed and our learned behavior is only as good as that of our teachers and our own understanding of their instruction. That said, I think that each of us is perfect in our own way.I read this post over at (This) Girl's Gone Child the other day and it got me thinking about a theory of perfection that I have been mulling over since high

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A week or so ago, I was mowing the lawn and was reminded that despite my comfortable little suburban neighborhood the following is still true: I live in the sticks. I'm listening to my iPod (Black Devil Car by Jamirquoi) and happily running the lawn mower over the side yard. I'm be-bopping behind my self-propelled machine when I see it squirming away in the grass. A snake.Really, I only

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I find myself sometimes taking on the interests of others. I'm up for anything fun or crafty, and if I have a friend who's learning something new, I'm liable to join right in. Case in point: Crochet.My friend and neighbor, pcosmama, mentioned that she was doing some crochet projects. Did I want to see? Well, of course! So pretty! So fun! Did I ever tell you one of my childhood frineds tried

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Okay, so a pure heart and my desire have nothing to do with the exciting - at least to me - things going on in my life right now. The boy has deemed it time to use the potty. MONTHS of bribery incentives didn't do much of anything. He had to decide. We are still having accidents, but thanks to the Pull-Ups*, I haven't had any puddles. We are getting there and let me tell you, it's a relief.

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Howdy kids! Didn't mean to be gone so long; the days have just slipped by! We are trying to get out a bit more since the weather is nice, so there have been lots of playdates and outings filling our days and once the evening rolls around, I just wanna spend a few lovely minutes with my work-a-holic husband. Thanks for letting me know what you would like to see for your futures! It's so nice

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When to have another baby.I've the aches. The baby aches. I don't necessarily want to be pregnant right now. In fact, right now would be very, very bad, as my health insurance doesn't cover maternity care. It would cover complications of pregnancy - if I needed insulin for gestational diabetes, that would be covered but the prenatal and delivery care would not - so financially, we would have

MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-20770320993523031552007-03-30T12:16:00.000-07:002007-03-30T12:34:22.148-07:00

As far as the boy is concerned, we must take him with us everywhere we go. There are only two exceptions that will not lead to a flood of tiny tears and an inconsolable child: J may go to work and I may go to the doctor.J goes to work most days. This is fine with the boy since it is a normal occurrence and no matter what anyone says, when Daddy has to go, Daddy has to go. Tears won't keep him

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Hello, friends. I know, it's been a long time and I have no excuse other than I have nothing worth talking about. What is worth talking about isn't typed up and I don't know that I have the energy to think it through and make it something coherent, so we will have to see if I get to them. Sinus infections, potty training (hahahahaha!) or the fact that I've spent more nights in the guest room

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But I can't wait to get our king-sized bed today! We bought it at the beginning of February and are finally on the cusp of getting it. Perhaps my husband will then be able to sleep well enough that he won't feel it necessary to knee me in the back six times in 45 minutes (I assume I was snoring) and I will be able to get a good night's sleep as well.

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We went to a really nice birthday party for a friend of ours late this afternoon and didn't get home until after dark. Now, it's rare for me to be out in the car after dark, especially now that the days are getting longer and coupled with the fact that we currently don't have any good babysitters except for my parents. As I drove the long and pot-holed road to our neighborhood, I was reminded

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Sometimes I wonder how the boy knows things. Not like "How do you know how to put words together in sentences?" but more like "Can you even see that from where you are?"One morning, the boy slept until an almost unheard of 7:40 a.m. Since j and I were both in the bathroom getting ready for the day, I had the monitor on so I could hear the boy when he got up. I heard him stir and - even though

MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-67936830085193015222007-02-19T06:20:00.000-08:002007-02-19T06:24:26.650-08:00

eBay deleted the funny auction that J created. And I deleted the text file with the description. Wah! I'm trying to find the text somewhere and when I do I will post it here for your guffawing pleasure.

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J is the love of my life in every way. Especially when he can make me laugh so hard that I nearly soil myself. (Seriously, read the whole thing. The bit about Nick Nolte and the bit about Raid made me fall off my chair.)Updated: Yes, this is an auction that J created and my goodness, people have asked questions! About bunnies! So worth 55 cents to post this on eBay!

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Sorry that I have been away so long. I didn't mean to be and then I felt like I had to come back with something witty or touching. Oh well. I figure I just need to jump back in, witty or not.The SickI have battling a sinus infection for almost three weeks. I thought I could make it go away by treating the symptoms, but no such luck. The doctor gave me antibiotics to take for two weeks. When

MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-50942723207246215872007-01-24T19:06:00.000-08:002007-01-24T19:21:02.801-08:00

My new sink was installed last night. My cast iron beauty was installed by a wonderful professional. It took him three hours, and I can only imagine that I would have been out a kitchen sink for at least a weekend if we had tried to do it ourselves. So. I have before and after photos for you.The old sink:Incidentally, while shopping for our new sink, we saw this sink in Home Depot. For $33.

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All weekend the boy was on the sensitive side. Barely touches his head on a cabinet? He cried. Ran a Hot Wheels car roughly over his finger? He shouted and said "Mommy, kiss it" all forlorn like. He was a bawling little mess at every tumble, the poor dear.This morning I'm changing his diaper and getting him dressed and the has blood on his chin. Blood on his chin. And there he lies, calm as

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Thanks to all of you for your kind words about my new 'do. I'm loving it still and think I will be planning to keep it this way for a while. I cut both J and the boy's hair, so the money I save by not sending them to the barber every month I can spend on myself at the salon every 8 weeks. I'm debating highlights the next time I go, though I think I'll go with a dark blonde rather than pink.

MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-61388663007933219032007-01-15T11:22:00.000-08:002007-01-15T11:41:42.070-08:00

... I just need to head to the salon! You got it - I cut my hair. I had thought for a while that I might do some pink highlights in my hair as a 30th birthday gift to myself, but then we went and spend about $600 on a sink. Pink is a multi-step dye process - bleach the hair and then pink it out - and therefore on the expensive side. I decided a haircut would be enough of a change for now. So

MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-52268602508241781502007-01-09T18:33:00.000-08:002007-01-09T19:29:37.497-08:00

Well, I'm certainly no expert in dating, but just because Sherry Argov wrote two NY Times best sellers, I don't think that she is either. Last night on Dating Roadkill*, run by the lovely FunkyB , Sherry Argov, author of Why Men Love Bitches and Why Men Marry Bitches, was the guest. I made my feeling about her original book clear the other day, but I did try very hard to give the excerpts of

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So FunkyBrownChick has this cool internet radio show on Monday nights called Dating Roadkill. It debuted on January 1 and was fun and funky even though it has been a while since I was dating anyone I wasn't married to. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night's show. "Bitches. Men love them." is going to feature Sherry Argov, author of "Why Men Love Bitches". I read this book for my now

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Christmas 2006 was a wonderful and happy blur. Far, far more enjoyable than last year.The boys put out cookies (Sugar-free Mint Milanos) and milk for the Big Guy:They had to sample. Just to be sure they were worthy cookies:Santa came! Gandalf is looking to see if he got what he asked for. I miss the tree already:Christmas morning and Holy Moly! The cookies are gone:Remember back in the 80s

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We were starting out our new year right - making a lazy morning out of taking down the Christmas decorations. I was shifting items around our storage closet, pulling out empty boxes and shifting items so that the various Christmas items would fix back in with some semblance of order. Things were going well and I was pleased with my progress. Just when you let your guard down, it happens. I

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We had a lovely Christmas. And for all that I was impatient for it, it came and went all too fast. Santa brought the boy "Cars: The Movie" just as he asked and he got tons of train related stuff to fuel his current obsession. The boy has asked to "open presents, please" all week but has been so good when I explained to him that there were no more presents to open.I gave J a "desk" for his

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A Christmas card for you, my darlings:May whatever holiday you celebrate be all that you wish it to be.

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My boys went to have the oil changed in my car and then to the park for a little wear out the kid fun time. I was looking forward to being able to watch whatever I wanted on TV when they left and putting on my makeup without someone (read: the boy) saying "me have a turn" when I was putting on my eyeliner.And what do I really wanna do? Blog about how the boy looks so big since we gave him his

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I'm just about ready for Christmas. I still need to make puppy chow for the neighbors, put together the little table and chairs for my neighbor's little girl and cook our contribution to Christmas dinner with my parents, but other than that, everything is done. Decorations are up, presents purchased and wrapped, Christmas cards mailed (mostly) - pretty much done.You would think I'd be just

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I knew I should have gotten tissues at the grocery on Friday. I though "tissues would be good to have" and decided that Charmin would work just fine. Then the boy coughed.Then the sneezing started.That sweet little dent above his lip and below his nose started to glisten about 5:30 yesterday afternoon.I hate it when my kid has a cold. Poor dear. And I mean me. He is totally fine. Seems to

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Like most families, we have our routines that allow us to live our lives in a way that makes it possible to survive with our sanity. The boy goes to bed very early - about 7:30 p.m. - and is an early riser as well. So, in order to eek out another 15 or 20 minutes of rest in the morning, we take things to the boy that will help him to be quiet for just a little longer. This can range from a

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I really love Santa's blog. He did a fun meme that has 100 things about Santa that's worth a read if you have a spare moment.

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Today I will share with you my back yard. It's on the small side, but that is just the way we wanted it. Our last house had a pretty big yard since we were on a corner lot, and it was a lot of work to keep it looking nice. We can edge and mow this yard in just about an hour. Perfect.The back:The patio table we almost never use:Oh, and these are my favorite things, inside or outside the house:

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Our master bath is a place to wash away the stress of the day. I'm generally not a fan of big bathrooms as there are other places I would rather have my square-footage, but I really love that our bath is a little spacious. J and I can both be in there and we don't get in one another's way.A separate tub and shower. I wanted to go with the whirlpool jets, but couldn't justify the extra $750 on

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Gobble! Gobble!Hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving. I know one thing I'm thankful for: bed. It's been a busy few days so I'll catch ya on the flip side.

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Our Master Bedroom. Big enough to put a king sized bed in the relatively near future. Heaven.From the door:From the other corner:That chair is called the "funky chair" and it was the first piece of furniture that we bought for our first house. I still love it, but know now that I over-paid for it.From the funky chair:The green wall actually has a pearl glaze on it, but it's hard to see in the

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I'm so excited to have a brand new look!A friend of mine runs Bohemian Ideals blog design and did this super-cool new look for me. I feel like a "real" blogger now! No templates used by thousands of other people for me anymore. Not that there is even one little thing wrong with the templates. They are really nice for free templates, but I wanted something snazzier since I plan to keep doing

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One of the reasons that we moved to the new house is to plan for the future. Our other house was just fine for the three of us. A three bedroom place, it had a nice, open floor plan that we really liked. We had done some nice upgrades and liked the neighborhood. But someday, we'd like to have another child. And while we certainly could have been just fine in that house with another baby, J

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The boy has a very cute room. Very much a room for a boy rather than the room for a baby that he had in our other house. E asked before if there was a room painted like the boy's room in the other house and the answer is no. Nothing so ambitious - yet. I think I will need to be ready for another baby to get quite that inspired again.Here is the boy's bed. I'm thrilled that he's still

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First things first. I'm selling my computer (well, J is selling it, actually) as we are getting a new one and I will be getting J's current computer. It's in pristine condition and l-o-a-d-e-d with software. If you or anyone you know is interested in a new-to-you Mac, check out the eBay listing here. It's your chance to own a piece of "Christy Needs to Blog" memorabilia!On with the photo tour

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This is what J and I spent the evening doing after the boy went to bed:What? Stop looking at me like that.Reasons:1) It's hard to put this kind of thing up with the boy awake because he's into everything. Easier to have the tree up and let him help decorate than tell him "no" a thousand times and be irritated at him.2) The tree is new (Prelighted! Score!) and we wanted to make sure it worked

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We have reached the first of the bedrooms. The guest room is the guest room because it is 1) the smallest bedroom, though just barely, 2) it is the closest to the front of the house and 3) it is right next to the garage. It is probably the least desirable bedroom, but still very nice. And since we live out in the sticks - you know, all the worrying about snakes, loose cattle and frighteningly

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Kelli did one of these fun "what are people searching for and finding my blog" kinds of posts and I thought it would be fun to do one, too. Here's what perverts people have been searching for and finding yours truely.1. nursemaid's elbow blogI really hope no one has an entire blog about this. 2. christy's boobsNo, I won't show you! Even if you show me yours! 3. the most expensive bottle of

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Our living room is big and had lots of room to play and have good family time. Normally the floor is strewn with block and Hot Wheels and playing cards. Yeah, I nearly break a limb on a daily basis, but hey, at least the boy is having fun!Standing in the kitchen, looking in into the living room. The door leads to the back yard:From the corner looking back toward the kitchen:From the corner

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My kitchen. I love it. It has a ton of cabinet space, a flat-top stove with an oven door that doesn't get hot when it is on, a built in microwave, an island and a snazzy fridge with the freezer on the bottom (thanks to my parents and a very nice gift of money last Christmas to help with that particular purchase (yes, the beast of a fridge was so expensive we needed help paying for it!)).The

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That seemed like our mantra for the weekend: "Is it really only X o'clock?" We had a really good visit with J's family, but it was a total whirlwind. We visited and had dinner Friday afternoon/evening when they got here. The kids got up early on Saturday and we took them to the really big local park that the boy and I frequent. It was in the fifties and 30 mph winds so even the Michigan folk

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Here's our dining room. We painted an accent wall in this room - as we have done in several places in the house - and this is my very favorite one:That's right. The art on the wall was my birthday gift last year and we chose the orange out of that. My dad hates it with a passion, but I big, pink, fuzzy *heart* it.Well, the in-laws get in tomorrow and I doubt that I will have time to post while

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Sorry I missed yeasterday. I organized the pantry in the afternoon and was busy visiting with my neighbor last night, so I missed. But, on with the show, kids.Here is our front room. Someday we will get rid of the big furniture and it will become a play room - as it is, there is no room to play. Especially with the dang Cozy Coupe and his tricycle in the room! In the (hopefully) distant future

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Unfortunately, this is not the most impressive part of the house. A shoe cubby, a cat box and a coat closet aren't overly welcoming but are very necessary. The family photo wall is to the right, so that makes it feel homey:You can see the alcove with the big cross in it in the first picture. Here's a front view:J gave me this cross for Christmas years ago and it fits just perfectly here. We

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I've been promising for months to do a photo tour of my new house and now that it is almost perfectly clean, I decided this was a perfect opportunity to get it started. Without further ado, here's the front of my pretty house:I'm gonna string you along and post pictures of just one room at a time. Your observations - both flattering and, um, funny - are welcome. I'll answer questions, too*.

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For the next six days, I will clean everything that I touch in my house.That's right. My mother-in-law is coming into town. And the cleaning frenzy has started.My mil thinks she is the cleanest person in the world. I will admit, she is darn close to earning her title of "Queen of Clean." She's no Marc Summers but the woman can't leave a dish in the sink for more than a couple minutes and

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I have this fantastic sweater. It's navy blue on the back, arms and neckline and has an argile pattern in navy, red and gray on the front. Comfy and cute, I think this sweater is the best 65 cents I've ever spent.That's right. I bought this sweater at a thrift store when I was in high school - I was a big fan of the grunge look in the early 90's because I was able to dress not only cheap but

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So here are those photos I promised.Horray for Halloween!"Macs On! Macs Off!" like "Wax On! Wax Off!" Oh, never mind. We're nerds, I know.Google and her body guardHappy Halloween fellowsMust. Get. To. Next. House!

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time change + over-excitment of Halloween = one blubbering mess of a child

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I have lots of pictures of the boy dressed as the cutest little black belt karate man you ever did see, but they are not on my computer and won't be until tonight. So, I'll share those with you later tonight or tomorrow.We have had days of Halloween fun and I'm both sad and thrilled to see it come to an end. Sunday our fledgling neighborhood had a Fall Party in our cul-de-sac and between the hot

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Alright, if I wait until I'm well-rested to finally get around to posting, it will be sometime in 2008 before I get this done. I have lots to blog about, but I need to tell you quickly about my trip and I'll be a little better at posting this week, I swear.I traveled to Cincinnati - all by myself. While I missed my boys terribly even before I got on the plane, I have to tell you it was heaven.

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But am very, very tired. It was a late night, early morning and a long day. I'll catch up with you kids (complete with some pictures!) soon! *air kisses* *passes out*

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But I do know when I'll be back! I'm off to the wedding tomorrow so I'll be gone a bit (longer than I already have been). Send me safe trip thoughts and I'll be back soon, my lovely friends!

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This is how my fantastically smart and talented designer husband comes up with his ideas:

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Good job, kids, and thanks for playing! Here are the correct answers to my "The _____" themed Friday Flicks (Congrats Carrie for getting it first!). It just happens that a bunch of movies that begin with the word "The" and are only two words long are, um, a little creepy.1. The Game. Michael Douglas as Nicholas and Sean Penn as his brother, Conrad. Points to Carrie.2. The Shining. Danny

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Jerks stealing blogs because people publish full-RSS feeds from their sites. Thanks to Colleen for the heads up. I, too, will be adding a Creative Commons liscense to this site. And sadly, this is the last full post I plan to publish with the RSS feed. Sorry, kids, you are gonna have to come and see me. I got a girlie willing to help me make this place a little prettier sometime soon so it

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The lovely and talented Kelli come up with the ever so fun and devilishly hard Friday Flicks. I'm hosting traveling flicks. Best of luck. Hee hee!1. Conrad: This is for you. Nicholas: You shouldn't have. Conrad: What do you get for the man who has... everything? Nicholas: [reading card] "Consumer Recreation Services." Well, I do have golf clubs. Conrad: Call that number. Nicholas: Why? Conrad:

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For those of you looking for Friday Flicks, they will be up when I'm good and ready. Soon, my pretties.

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Not only is my husband letting me have a vacation to go to my friend's wedding next weekend, but he helps stranger's children as well.Some idiot left her one- and two-year olds in her car at my husband's office so that she could go "take a test." What kind of test, I don't know, but J heard the kids crying in the parking lot. He got them out of the car and the mother was no where in sight.

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...but you gotta love that Google is using its powers for good.

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Because he wears his baseball caps just like my dad:And because he wouldn't let us take the snacks away even when he was sleeping:This is a contribution to Love Thursday.

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If you ask the boy what he had for dinner, he will ponder your question for a moment and then thoughtfully answer "Lunch." If you ask him if he would like breakfast, he says sweetly "No. Lunch." If you ask him if he would like a sandwich or chicken nuggets for lunch, he replies - you guessed it - "Lunch."So apparently lunch is what's for dinner.------------------------------------------

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Because J and I are too busy joking around on the instant messager. Here's a chat that we had when I was inquiring about when he would be leaving the office:

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For the first time since I literally can't remember when, J and I went on a date. The boy had the sniffles on Saturday and they were calling for thunderstorms, but for heaven's sake, we were going! The boy slept fine, but the babysitter called while we were at the restaurant. I had thought to put fresh batteries in a flashlight for her before we left - the boy was just being put to bed when

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It means a post with a picture (usually of my kid) for Karen's Love Thursday!We went to the Inflatable Wonderland (That's really the name! You can't make this stuff up!) and the boy loved the biggest slide and couldn't go down it enough:It is a wonder that we have only been to the emergency room once. Yes, that slide is really as big as it looks.After two SOLID hours of jumping and sliding and

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So I read over at KEP's place about a blog make-over contest at Bluebird Blogs. An e-mail entry to the contest could win you a customized blog design. Yes, I know that J could make a design for me, but he doesn't know all the coding stuff for blogs and I'm trying to pull him away from the computer for the couple hours he's both home and awake in a day. And if I don't win, then, well, at least I

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We took the boy to the 25th anniversary celebration of SAMA over the weekend and with all of the beautiful art, he fell in love with the elevator that had lights both on top and underneath. Since the shaft walls are glass you can see the lights. The boy was amazed.Me, I was amazed by this next photo. I love the inquisitive look on his face that you can only see in the reflection.Many thanks to

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A husband. A father. A son. A grandson. A son-in-law. A brother. A brother-in-law. A nephew. A cousin. A Wall Street analysis. A friend. A victim of the terror attacks on the World Trade Center towers five years ago. But let’s not remember him for that last one. Let’s remember him for the way he lived, rather than the way he died.Russ, just 33 in September 2001, was a man who followed who

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The poor kitty needed to be fixed. And de-clawed*. Gandalf went in Thursday, came home Friday and all seemed to be well. He was understandably sore and sleepy, but over all seemed to be himself. Saturday he was a little more tired and didn't use his box that much. No big deal, right? I mean, he did just have surgery and probably the really "good" painkillers from the vet just wore off.

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The ever lovely Karen is doing Love Thursday again and since I didn't participate last week, I'm including a couple shots this week.One of my favorite pictures of J and I taken sometime in 2001. We look so young! And we were - and still are, but in a different way - so very much in love.A note at the WTC memorial in NYC less than a year after the attacks. This one was so touching because it

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So I think I freaked Stolie out a little when I mentioned that I have already started Christmas shopping. I know that there are many people out there who believe that part of the Christmas experience is going to the stores and shopping while you enjoy Christmas displays rather than, you know, the huge "End of Summer Clearance" banners and early Halloween displays. It is August after all and I'm

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To get out of the house this afternoon, we took a trip to Pier 1. Good move! They are having a great clearance event - as are many places right now in prep for the Christmas selling season - where everything that was already reduced is an additional 25% off. Sweet.I got several varities of these potpouri boxes, normally $15 for less than six smach-a-roos. Couple that with a coordinated

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So I saw that Kelli is participating in this really great project to honor the victims of September 11. I've been thinking about what I should do to commemorate the fifth anniversary of that horrific day. I can't think of a better way than to tell you about Leo Russell Keene - he was just a little older than J is now when he died and my heart breaks for his wife and daughter. They still need

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I had planned on posting something fun - I don't know what - but then the boy got sick. He has a terrible summer cold and he didn't set a foot outside the house today. And he took two naps. He hasn't done that since sometime in January. While one might think that I'm getting lots done while he sleeps, I'm too busy worrying that he has suffocated in his sleep because of all the, um, phlem.So

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Because the fabulous Karen told me to, here is a love picture:How can I not love that face? And he LOVES that Sit-N-Spin.

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J, to the television while watching "America's Got Talent":Oh, great. David Hasselhoff likes your music. Here's Death. Kiss him.If it were only possible to literally laugh your ass off I would be a super-model because of my husband.

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