tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38535242009-12-07T17:43:13.456-05:00I used to have brain cells. Then I had children. I could get away with what I had left after the first one. After the second, I bought stock in Post-It-Notes. This blog is my journey through life, my friends, my family, and the uncertainty of where the hell I put my car keys. Have a nice day. Moogiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12933301131501174858noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853524.post-1102794989811852532004-12-11T14:41:00.000-05:002004-12-11T15:04:35.843-05:00

But I think it's time to end it, don't you? In the beginning, whenever I saw you, my heart would beat so hard, it felt like it was coming out of my chest. But I quickly learned just how unreliable you can be. One day, you'd be there, but then you would leave at the most inopportune of times. People were continually warning me against you. Pointing out how unreliable you really were. For a long

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Hey, where are you going? Don't make me superglue your butt to this chair. If I have to suffer, so do you. If you haven't already done it yet, you KNOW you are going to have to do it soon. You know. The talk. The birds and the bees. Part A to part B, and the heavens opened up (and swallowed you so you wouldn't have to have the talk) and Jesus wept. If only Eve wouldn't have been such a bitch

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Some things are better left alone, ya know? My six year old and I were in the garage last night. She was sitting in the rocking chair, facing backwards, rolled in a ball, head resting on her knees. SYO: Mommy, push me so I can rock! Me: Ok SYO: Keep doing it Mommy! Me: Honey, why don’t you sit up, turn around and do it yourself? SYO: I can’t. (don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask) Me:

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I saw this over at the Grouchy Old Cripples site. Pretty cool. If you stare at it long enough you will see a giraffe.

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I'm beginning to wonder if it would be too expensive to get another dog/cat/animal. If the food bills aren't enough, the price of a veterinarian these days is enough to make me want to eat brussel sprouts instead of flinging them at ungrateful little mini me's running around in my house shouting "I'm gonna give you a wedgie!!!" Just read about this woman's story if you don't understand. A woman

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And here is the final installment of Ask Me Anything. To all who participated, I thank you. From those of you who refrained from commenting about "40" I'll put in a good word for you with Santa. (I haven't been that age for all that long). Me and the jolly fellow...we're tight. Why are you laughing? vegemite asks: 1) Why did you call your blog "Moogie's World?" 2) Is that your nickname that you

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Kurt asks: 1) What foreign language would you like to learn, if any? Answer: That's a really good question. When I was in high school, we were not required to learn a foreign language (that changed after I graduated) and to this day, I regret not doing it. When I lived in California, there was a heavy concentration of the Hispanic population, so back then, I guess I would have said Spanish. I

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Here it is folks, the first installment of "Ask Me Anything." Well, the answers anyway. I'd like to thank all of those who submitted their questions. Now I just have to answer them. So, on with Part I. Zoot asks: 1) If you could live ANYWHERE in the world, where would it be? Answer: I would have to say here. When I made the decision to go for this job, it was because I wanted to be closer to

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First two don't count. Guess who found out that snails don't do well when put through the washer and dryer cylcle in a pocket? That would be me. Carry on.

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As some of you witnessed, Moogie's World suffered from some glitches this weekend, mainly when you tried to comment. First off, I'd like to apologize for the difficulties, and secondly, I would like to thank Sharon and Melonie for emailing me a few times to inform me about it. A couple of you tagged me on my DoodleBoard as well. It was much appreciated. This is one of the reasons I am working on

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Don't forget to post your questions over in Ask Me Anything. You still have time. I'll be answering them later on tonight or sometime this weekend.

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Authors note: I actually wrote this post last night, but was unable to post it until today. Blogger was having a psychotic episode I guess. That would explain the inordinate amount of posts for today. Carry on.... Mr. OWW is off visiting the neighbors right now. He works some strange hours so he eats lunch later, and is generally not hungry at dinner time. Well, I'm cooking the kids dinner

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Look out for cars!!!!!! This is said when child is barreling down the driveway on her bicycle into the street. On that same note, Get out of the middle of the street!!! There is a car behind you! Did you leave your brains in your pocket??? I can't tell you how many times I have washed brains. Zip up your pants!!!! Good Lord almighty, if I had a dollar for every time I've said that...well,

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Why do they call them answering machines? I mean really. Some things don't make sense, know what I mean. They all have a message on them, telling you why the occupants of the house are not picking up the phone. "Hello, you have reached the residence of Henry Lipshitz and Wilma Throckmorton. We are unable to take your call right now because we are in the process of reading about Aussie Mama's

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Quite often, I help the kids with their homework. Mr. OWW generally gets the honors as he is home when the kids get back from school. When I'm here, mostly on "dance" nights (one takes ballet, the other jazz), I help the girls. They get to slide on their homework until it gets dark and they can no longer play. So, I'm helping Moobear with her homework. This time it's math. Those of you who know

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Don't mind me. I'm just watching my youngest move through the house. She doesn't walk. She literally bounces of the walls, ceiling and floor. The game of the moment is "Where can I shoot my headband?" (it's elastic) Don't try this at home folks. Especially if you have ceiling fans. Come to think of it. Do you know why kids can't walk anywhere? And why is it that they choose the most difficult

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First off, I want to thank all of you that have posted questions in "Ask Me Anything." Keep them coming. There are a lot of good ones so far. I'm going to try to answer them this weekend, so you still have time. I'd like to make this a regular feature, but perhaps use a different theme each time. I haven't really thought it all out yet. Do you have any suggestions? I was reading Sharon's blog in

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I'm hoping, depending on the interest, that this will become a weekly, semi-weekly, monthly type of an entry. It involves participation of my readers and this is a good thing....I think. I've seen this type of an idea on several blogs, one of them is Genuine. He has an advice column. I wanted to do something like that, only with a different twist. So, here goes. We'll try this as an experiment

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Ok, so, most would say I'm an easy going, kind of go-with-the-flow kind of gal. Wait, please don't ask my husband about that or the midget terrorists but there comes a time when a mother must stand up for what is RIGHT! Can you say RIGHT? Let me hear you! I mean really. I have a wicked sense of humor but this does not extend to teaching my children songs which would be inappropriate to sing in

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Sharon wrote this touching post about her youngest son, Bam-Bam's, first day of school. I thought about her a lot today. I remember what it was like when my kids went to school for the first time. Both of my kids were so very different in the way they handled it. So I guess this entry is really for her. I do not have a special needs child, so I can't really be of help for her. Except to tell her,

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It's a bit nippy here today. Well, nippy for our area at any rate and I'm finding it difficult to get used to the warm weather not being here any more. Apparently, so are my children. I had arguments with both children about what they were wearing before they went outside this morning. The youngest first started out by putting on a good dress and shoes. Um, I don't think so my love. Luckily, the

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Recently Kurt posted on his blog about the dishwasher issues I have with my husband as well as posting about your spouse on your blog if they read it. (Thank you Kurt for linking to me by the way). First off, the post was merely written in humor as I've been married for 16 years and it's been an ongoing battle with us for years. I agree, it's not brain surgery, and I'm so very thankful that he

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"Deck the halls with thousand dollies, fal-le-la-le-laaaa-le-la-le-la" (as sung by Meelie No) Thanksgiving is over, the leftovers put away, the company gone. It was a wonderful time. My brother arrived last Sunday and played endlessly with the girls. They adore him. My folks came up on Wednesday. The week was filled with an endless whirlwind of activities. It is wonderful to have a house big

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As I was going through and doing the last minute cleaning to finish up before my folks arrive, I told all of the kids they needed to go outside for a bit. I wanted to vacuum and then mop the floor. At this time, there were only 5 of them. They all went outside to play, only to come back only 10 minutes later. This time, there were 7 of them. And they were hungry. And they were thirsty. I felt

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Last weekend we went to the Catfish Festival and one of the big attractions for the kids was the face painting, done by a clown. Her partner made balloon animals and he was dressed as a clown as well. I went ahead and took some pictures after we got home. Some of the paint had come off already but you can get a good idea of what it looked like. Moobear was the Grinch, and Meelie No was Sunshine..

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