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Bedtime. We have a love hate relationship with it in my house. I love sleep. I love to go to sleep. I love that I wake up each day since it means that I'm alive and all, but the whole waking process makes me really really cranky. Really.
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There's something all of you should know, and I want to tell you this in no uncertain terms... Ready for the knowledge I am about to impart to you? Here it is, hamsters are gross, nasty, unhygienic little fuckers who given the chance will lie around in their
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On the top floor of our house is a guest room. A dresser sits in the middle of the room, like an island. Atop that dresser is a red towel and atop that towel is a blue and red plastic cage. Inside that cage? Lives our holiday house guest, a
babble
I dropped K off at school even though there were big dark looming clouds. I figured I was going to have her home with me for two whole weeks and I should sneak in some sanity now while I had the chance and get her off to school. Plus? I
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Something is amiss. Maybe it's something in the air, like snow. It certainly isn't anything on the ground like snow because as I write this we have a serious lack of snow on the ground. On Monday K had a snow day. On Tuesday K had
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I have always, and I do mean always, loved Halloween most. There's something about a day where we get to dress up, fancy, frilly, frightening, whatever and enjoy a day with our friends and family eating scary treats and parading the streets with flashlights and glow sticks. Every
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I've been wearing my snow boots for a week. When I heard there was a chance for snow I decided to put them on and think good thoughts for some fluffy white snow. Words were thrown around on the news and internets, blizzard, nothing, whitewallofdeath, hysteria. Still I
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For someone with such a pessimistic outlook on life... I really am quite the optimist. I see the very best in my friends and loved ones. I believe that we can make our lives happy, healthy, better. But for someone with such an optimistic outlook on life... I really am
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or... the weekend that Cami flaked a lot... Thursday night I started to feel kind of bad. Not down in the dumps bad (that was still to come) but coughing achy bad. Fearing the worst I looked at my schedule for the next day. It was Friday which is easily
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As I'm sure you all know (or have guessed from the title of my blog) I am a mommy. I have been a great number of other things in my life, some have stuck, some have not. Mothering stuck. It stuck and it took hold of my life
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I must start by warning you that at some point in this post I will admit to being a complete hormonal wreck with mascara running down my face... Now that we've got that out of the way... K's class has a bear. Paddington Bear to be
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Last night Mr. Kaos decided to come home a little early. To make things a little easier on me. To bribe me with Chinese take out. That bribe? Always welcome here. Since K was under the weather she had no desire to watch us enjoy our savory meal. She actually