tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38535242011-05-03T13:14:55.319-04:00I 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.comBlogger1671100tag: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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I have issues with my dishwasher. I have issues with my husband. Actually, I have issues with my husband loading the dishwasher. Verily I say unto you, please, don't put the plastic bowels in there. Those things tend to fly around and gather water on their travels. This is generally when I forget to check them before taking them out, and all of that water hits the floor. Let's talk silverware. I

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When your house is silent, you have the time to come across some interesting blogs and some of them are some good finds. Velociworld is a site that Mr. OWW visits regulary, and he pointed out this Precious Moments post to me, once he started breathing again. I don't normally read his stuff, but this one does make me wonder. I think this guy has some serious issues. Back away from the barbeque

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Well, that was the plan but my dog had different ideas. Oh well. It was a good idea anyway. The bummer of it was that the girls were (and still are) asleep, as well as my brother (who is visiting). I'll just enjoy the silence instead. My brother arrived on Sunday evening and we've been having a great visit. Being the adoring sister that I am, I took the week off so that I can be with him. We've

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[Meelie No]: "It is never a good idea for you to try to hide an ice cube in your pocket." Now, I'm not saying that any of you would try to do that. Really. Honest. I'm just sayin......

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It's too quiet in my house this morning. My kids are both off with a neighbor, riding on a float at the Catfish Festival going on this weekend. Here I am, sitting at my computer, trying to convince the blogging community that I am an interesting person who has many deep things to write about, only to realize that I must suffer from delusions of grandeur. This doesn't surprise me as I'm

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I need to ask you a question, ok? Are you ever able to tell what activities your child participated in at school, as well as what they ate for lunch by the condition of their clothes? This is done by a quick visual inspection, and no verbal communication. Today, my youngest did some art projects involving paints in many different colors. I believe she must have chewed on the brush as well, if

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Picture this. It's Friday, the school bus pulls up at the corner. I'm not home very often when this happens so I'm looking forward to seeing the little midget terrorists and getting to spend some time with them. Just to back track a little (oh, and like THAT'S something new here), there are two little girls who are on the same bus as mine and they come and stay at our house until their dad comes

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Since yesterday was S.H.I.T. day, that means I got today off. Good yes? Well, ok, facts such as these are important only to me, especially when one forgets they have the day off. It's even worse, when one is in the shower at 5:00 in the morning, covered in suds, and the little bell goes off and says "you're not the brightest egg in the basket, are you?" Hey, I'm not saying it happened to me or

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The choice was a particularly difficult one for me as there are so many good blogs out there. This particular blog kept coming back to be over the past week. Her humor and wit will warm even the most cold hearted. I get the impression she has gone through, and is still going through, a lot. Yet somehow, through her words, she manages to convey the positive side. She shares with us her thoughts

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Mine is acrophobia, the fear of heights. I get nose bleeds on curbs. I've always had it, but it's gotten worse as I've gotten older. Neither of my kids have it, and for that I'm grateful. My husband doesn't have it but he does have an aversion to most amusement park rides. Moobear hates them as well, as a matter of fact. Not being one to want my youngest child to miss out on something as fun as

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A different take on 100 things (only in this case, it's fifty rules). How many of you would like to make your own rules, and stick them on the refrigerator? The question is, would it do any good? Clothing belongs in one of four places. Your body, your dresser, your closet or the dirty clothes hamper. In no circumstances, should it be found on the floor.Shoes belong on your feet, or in your

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We adopted Tiny when she was about 4 months old. She was a shy, timid dog at first. That soon changed with all of the love she received from my kids, husband and I. She took the move across country well, but was confused with the size of her new yard. At first, we lived in corporate housing, and there was no yard, so to speak. We would walk her several times a day, and she would be in heaven.

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Those of you who read my blog, know that I entered the Blogging for Books contest this past month. I had a most enjoyable time, and look forward to trying again. I visit the Zero Boss on a regular basis, and at times, leave a comment. His humor and wit are quick, and his topics are never ending. In other words, I like his blog, a lot. Be that as it may, it seems that one of the comments I posted

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The wisdom I gain from a lunch date with a couple of 10 year olds always astounds me. For instance: Did you know that sharks swallow their food whole? Whatever you do, don't pop your cold sore because it has a really nasty taste. It is possible to lose a tooth while brushing your teeth, but there is a lot of blood which really looks cool with the toothpaste. Never go to the dentist when

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I think I'm gonna cry. As a staid member of "Who's Wine Is It Anyway," I was about to post how comments on my blog were few and far between. As usual, my online friends (some of the new) made me look like a fool. Thankfully, they did this before I posted one of my bitch-fests. Firstly, I've been getting some wonderful comments, most recently on "You know it's going to be a bad day when." Then,

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Do your ears hang low, Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow? Can you throw 'em over your shoulder, when the wind begins to blow? Do your ears haaaaang low???? Many experts say that it's a good sign when your children sing a lot. It means they are happy. I believe this, really I do. I just wish that they would pick the more traditional songs to sing. What

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Moogie specializes in Full Face Painting. It's more fun to be something else than to have a heart on your cheek! And it really doesn't take much longer! Moogie paints 12-15 faces per hour! Moogie only uses hypoallergenic FDA approved face paints and does not use glitter which can damage one's eyes. It's truly amazing what one will find when one googles on their name. It seems that I am now a

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Your first sip of coffee at work, goes through the hole in your mouth and makes a beeline right for your shirt, which of course, is dry clean only. And because you have not had enough coffee to clear your mind, you try to clean it off in the bathroom. This in turn, makes the spot worse. I have three meetings today, and then after work I am going to get my hair done. Lovely. This is why I think

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To all the men and women who have risked or lost their lives serving our country, I salute you. You are the best! Look here for a post by OWW (Mr. Moogie).

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"One of the traditional cuts of meat used for barbecue is the whole pork shoulder or more commonly in California, the Boston Butt. Despite the name 'butt' the cut is from the shoulder of the hog, not the butt, where the hams are located. " Even though I am from California (can I say that here?) I did not know what a pork butt was (well, I thought I did but was wrong) when I first came here. We

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The pictures didn't turn out too good but the girls sure had fun with these chairs. It's amazing what little one's can do with their imagination. Moobear is on the left, Meelie No on the right.

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Why are there empty cereal boxes in my cupboard? For that matter, why is there an empty gallon container of milk in my refrigerator? Where does the sock monster live when the dryer isn't running?Why do you wake up 10 minutes before the alarm goes off, and have to go to the bathroom so bad you can't go back to sleep? Why did I teach my children to talk? Why do my children like my hair

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Sunday must have been a go-back day. A day to let my mind wander to the years I was growing up. I suspect it is because I haven't seen my parents in a while, so I'm missing them more than usual. I was thinking about my dad. My mother was never one of those "wait until your father gets home" types. The punishment was always swift, and immediate. But, and this was a huge deal in our household, we

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What I saw when I looked out my sunroom windows this morning. That's my Meelie No and her friends, Little Miss (remember Peaches?) and Little Mister. Coffee...I need more coffee. And a shower. That should help. Where do these kids get this kind of energy?

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As a young child, I remember believing my mother knew everything. She knew how to make the best Halloween costumes, how to get splinters out without hurting, put your hair up so you looked like a princess, mend a broken heart, and find was to make chores even seem fun (I have yet to master this talent). She just generally knew how to do everything, and knew everything that was going on in our

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I was sitting in front of my computer, surfing through my friends blogs, and checking out my email when my youngest daughter came skipping (which at that time of the morning is so not right) up to me. She was in a really good mood, which is rare for her, but as her mother, I wasn't about to try and spoil it the tranquility I felt at that moment. But I blew it. Not for her, but for me. The

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Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web. (found on Grouchy Old Cripple) What is it with kids (and husbands) and farts? Oh, wait...should I call it boof, passing gas, short sweet purple one's? Everyone in my family, except me (cough*bs*cough) seems to suffer from this debilitating problem. For god sakes people, that's

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Psyche! Had you going there for a minute didn't I? Nor more campaigning! Well, at least for a little while. I'm gonna miss it though, really. As much as: Getting sand in my bathing suit while I'm at the beach. The bottom of my foot itching and I'm wearing boots, and they're lace-ups. Stubbing my toe. Going to the dentist. Picking something up from underneath my desk and raising

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Y'all ever heard of the chicken dance? Here are the real words to it, according to Moobear. I don't wanna be a chicken, I don't wanna be a duck, So kiss my butt, Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck. Sigh......

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I think perhaps I should have stayed in bed today. Meelie No told me about a conversation she had with her 1st grade teacher. I feel it's important to keep the communications open with my children but sometimes that comes back to bite me. Dear Miss Teacher, Meelie No informed me that she told you that you couldn't spend the night at our house because you were too grumpy. I would like to set

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Me: Hi Meelie No, have you been playing with Little Miss? Meelie No: No, she isn't home. Me: Then what have you been doing? Meelie No: Picking the fleas off Peaches. I should have left well enough alone. Note to readers: Peaches is Little Miss's dog, who is left out front during the day.

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I was walking down the produce aisle, shielded from the wind and the rain, and darkness of night. My children were happily playing behind me, singing the songs that children sing. I passed by the lettuce, stopping only to pick up a bag of spring mix. The carrots, the green onions..they beckoned to me, but I had enough in my refrigerator to last for a time. I happened upon the zucchini, now on

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Do any of you listen to Gretchen Wilson? How many of you have a secret fantasy to become that Redneck Woman?? Come on people! Don't be afraid to raise your hands. How can you resist? Oh I'm a redneck woman, I ain't no high class broad. I'm just a product of my raising, I say hey y'all and yeehaw! I keep my Christmas lights on, On my front porch all year long. And I know all the words to every

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This is my entry for Blogging for Books #5 Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any crazier, good old Mr. Murphy whispered in my ear. “Be careful what you wish for.” On March 31, 1998, my daughter (our second child) made her entrance into the world. Emphatically. My carefully laid out daily schedules were now a thing of the past. The saying “get in, sit down, shut up and hold on” comes

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So happy it's Thursday! What did you think I meant?

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Ok..perhaps wiped out is a better word. I can't really put a finger on the reason why, but I am. It happens sometimes, I know. Most likely it has to do with the time change and the fact that I keep waking up an hour earlier. I've signed up with blog explosion and still don't really know what it's all about. I'm in the directory now. But what is the next step? What am I supposed to do? What makes

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"Please do NOT tell me you went to school with no underwear on." My girlfriend and I were talking about blogging the other day. My reasons for blogging are purely selfish. It's a fantastic source of release for me, just to be able to put my thoughts into the written word in some semblance of order. Of course, since I am thoroughly convinced I suffer from ADHD when writing (I cannot stay focused

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"Honey, push the bicycle. That's why it has wheels." Oh My God, It's Monday Again. Hey...I have a lot more of those and they never get any better. Sorry. It wasn't that it was a bad Monday. It was actually quite good. I sometimes think that using Monday and the word "good" in the same sentence is something of an oxymoron. But hey..it happens. We reset all of the clocks and alarms in the

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"Why can't you tell a secret to a whale? Because they are blubber mouths." It seems there is a new saying going around school these days and my girls, never one's to be left out of a trend, picked up on it. "Big butts so what?" If my translation skills are still any good, I believe that it means something close to "big deal," or something like that. After hearing it eleventy dozen times, I

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I realized that I haven't updated in an entire week. That's not to say I didn't have anything to write about, there has been plenty. We have been busy this week, with activities almost every night. After I got the girls settled in for the evening, I just didn't have the energy to post. I'll be catching up off and on during the day as time permits. First I need to run the normal errand type stuff

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You were perhaps expecting something different? I worked all day yesterday on the house, and verily I say unto you, my house is now a palace, until the wild masses of midget terrorists Moobear and Meelie No brought every single child in the neighborhood over. I quickly stepped into Mommy Mode, which I reserve for the day in which I find myself in difficult situations with children swarming

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You Are a Life Blogger! Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary. If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible. What kind of blogger are you?

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Anybody with school aged children, especially younger ones, has probably heard that little ditty. For some inexplicable reason, it's running through my head right now. At least it's a change from the normal Christmas tunes that my eldest daughter has been belting out every day. She's in chorus this year, and they are practicing for the Christmas Concert (I beg your pardon, I meant to say "Holiday

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No, this is not some ditzy mother's post about what my children are going to be for Halloween (that will come later). It seems that the Camden County Board of Supervisors has been approached by the Bible Thumpin Right Wing Religious Sector, who want to change Halloween this year to Saturday, October 30th. They don't believe in letting their children run around as Witches and Goblins on the

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For those of you who don't know me, I'm blessed with having a 10 year old daughter. Moobear is experiencing her first crush. While this can be considered somewhat cute in many family atmospheres, I am here to tell you that in my house, it is a lesson in kid-speak. What is kid-speak, you ask? It's my firm belief that every household with children, has some form of the language that only astute, or

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This provided me with endless entertainment. If that wasn't enough, I showed it to my children, who thought it was the funniest thing since Mom sneezed and a booger flew out of her nose an landed on Meelie No's shoe. Wouldn't you know, the size of that booger keeps growing and growing. Like Pinocchio's nose on Viagra. And of course, they tell their friends, and so on..and so on. Oh yeah, like

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My girlfriend took me up to Savannah on Sunday. Why? Because she wanted to show me what it was all about. It's a popular place to visit, and now I understand why. We started off the day by visiting Keller's Flea Market (we are physically incapable of passing up a Flea Market and this one is absolutely HUGE!). One word: OH...MY...GAWD! What a fun place! It's a mixture of junk, cheap stuff and

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Bahama Mamma and Sex on the Beach.

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Life is grand when your child decides that eating off of the cafeteria menu at school is cool. No more making lunches (PB&J at o'dark thirty). Any more than three children is a mob (Note to readers: We have an average of 6 kids over at a time. I suspect it has something to do with the trampoline in our backyard and good snacks).

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My friend thinks that everyone's house is really small because she lives in a castle. She really does live in a castle cuz I visited her house. Nick barfed on the trampoline tonight. Maybe he has a little sickness in his tummy. He should go to the doctors (Nick got accidentally "butt slammed" by his sister. Enough to knock the wind out of anyone, much less his last meal). I'm a good eater. I eat

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Went went to a scaled down version of what could be called an air show today and enjoyed it very much. One of the advertised attractions was that children could get plane rides for free. The adults would have to pay $15 each, but I still considered that to be a good price. I wasn't planning on riding in an airplane, even though my father was a private pilot when I was a child, so you would think

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Today's subject matter encompasses a variety of topics which are completely unrelated. Simply put, this means I'm going to ramble on about whatever pops into my head in no particular order. This will surely irritate most of you, and for that, I apologize in advance. Note to readers: This post is easier to understand after consumption of a vast amount of Rum and Coke (or your choice of sedative)

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I will not eat them, they are not round, I will not eat them underground, Please, please, please take them away, I won't eat these dumplings any day. But Moobear dear, they're good for you, They'll make you cute like Winnie the Pooh, What's this I see, you lift your snout, I can not stand it when you pout. I will not eat them, why don't you? I do not like this Winnie the Pooh, At least I

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No..not like the real thing. I am happy to say that the operation was a success and all of my feathers have been removed. I feel so liberated. I no longer have the urge to eat chicken feed...I can't say the same about chicken feet though. What I was referring to was chicken and dumplings. It's been ages since I've made anything like that. Now, in this post "made'" is a term I use loosely. I did

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As my friends know, I'm a financial analyst. One of the accounts I take care of has, how can I put this, seriously blew past their budget in just one week. Side note here, I'm not an accountant (bean counter). Just wanted to make that clear. I am a planner, scheduler, forecaster, estimator, proposal writer type. Last week I had gotten together with the manager, supervisor and business group lead

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No, not the musical group, but I must secretly confess to enjoying their music. Moobear had a sleepover on Friday night at a friend's house. She had a great time, but came home Saturday afternoon with seriously long (fake) nails, makeup on (let's not forget the bright red lipstick) and interesting clothing (let's just say I could have fit her sister in the jeans she was wearing). The top she was

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Seems that Internet Explorer doesn't support some of Bloggers functions. Big surprise! NOT! As time goes on, I've noticed that IE really sucks. Sorry, but it does. The list I have is endless. One of the nice features of Blogger is that it has an edit mode, which makes posting something just as easy as whipping out a document in MS Word (oh man...did I say MS?) I'm fully capable of coding my

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I know there aren't many folks out there who can say that, but for me, it's true. Miss C. is one of those types of people that I can be completely honest with at all times, and she never, ever turns away. That's not to say when she thinks I'm more full of stinky stuff than a Christmas turkey that she won't get in my face and tell me so. Take last week for instance. I got a curt, well thought

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I love that term. It encompasses a variety of meanings throughout life. I first heard this term when a particular blog written by Rachel Lucas was brought to my attention by the other guy that lives here, sometimes known as my husband, or on a particularly bad day, asshat (but that's for a different post...love ya hon). I love that term. Now, you can't go walking up to your boss and say "you

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And I got sucked into a sleepover that I didn't realize was going to happen? So, we decide, ok..let's take the kids out to eat for something special. I mean, what the hell? Why not? In all actuality, it was a hit. There is this Chinese/American buffet downtown that is awesome. Turns out the kids think so too. Course..tomorrow, I'll most likely pay for this adventure into foods I shouldn't

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I've started a new Distributed Computing project called FAD now that Distributed Folding has finished Phase II. Not sure how I like it yet. The stats don't update very often (few times a day) and I'm not sure how that will coincide with my "statsaholicwannabe" personality. Truth be told, I want something I can run, that will contribute to science, AND not take alot of my time. In other words,

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The little terrorists who have weaned their way in my home are now in for a night of suprises. One of which is: "Meelie-No, if you want Little Miss to spend the night you have to clean your room." Heh...damn thing is, they are excited about it and having fun. Thing is, I could tell them they need to clean the toilets next and they would be happy about it. So it goes.

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Whoever said that children don't have the brains that God gave a box of rocks is fooling themselves. My eldest midget terrorist, Moobear, is off having a sleepover at a friends house. My youngest, Meelie-No, of course, immediately had a problem with this. "It's not FAIR." You know the picture. I little later, Meelie-No and Little Miss (Meelie-No's buddy) came over and asked if they could

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Well, for a little bit anyways. I had a major case of writer's block as well as just being too busy doing other stuff to write. That and I probably had a good case of "lazy rump-itis." Been working a bit on a Halloween Page for fun. I've been putzing around a bit with PaintShop Pro. Fun stuff though it's painfully obvious I'm a beginner. Been busy getting ready for the "Great Birthday

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That I tackle the rest of those boxes! No, really I mean it. I'll be doing alot of work around the house today. Lots of pickup and unpacking. My goal is to get, at the very minimum, one car in the garage. The hope is for both of them, but I'm not adverse to take small steps. I've got plans for the basic primer white that the previous owners left on the walls, and now that I do, I'm raring

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Some things never die. I've always felt that the original Etch A Sketch was much better than the "MagnaDoodles" that they have out now. How many of you played with this when you were younger? I wonder how long this has been in exisitence? Play it HERE.

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"My family and I would like the world to know that President Ronald Reagan has passed away after 10 years of Alzheimer's disease at 93 years of age. We appreciate everyone's prayers," Nancy Reagan said in a statement. Nancy Reagan, along with children Ron and Patti Davis, were at the couple's Los Angeles home when Reagan died at 1 p.m. PDT of pneumonia complicated by Alzheimer's disease, said

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You be the judge...... The Penguin is now beginning to make inroads into Microsoft's home territory on the desktop and handheld devices, incorporating other open source application software and middleware. Read more HERE. Mood: Thoughtful Background Noise: "I see packed boxes"

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It has to be the most awesome invention since sliced bread. Ok, ok, it's great for packing things in, but don't you remember as a kid how much fun it was to pop all of the bubbles? Yes, I realize I'm an adult and I'm supposed to be past these things. Give me a break. Since I took that stupid personality test, I'm now knowns as MissGeorgiaPeachIdontinhalenordoIhavesex. I'm entitled. And

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I took a few personality tests, and answered 45 questions for each...what did you come up with? I was hoping for something like "Pretty Woman" for the movie personality test. I really don't want to talk about the leader test. I think I've been scarred for life. Don't ask what the other half got. I may have to ask him to change his place of residence. The Movie The Leader Mood

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Cisco hasn't touched Linksys code in near a year By Fernando Cassia: Wednesday 02 June 2004, 07:37 FOLKS AT security portal SecuriTeam published on May 17 an exploit that could allow hackers and other nasty people to remotely sniff traffic passing through the router, and also crash the device. The article says it all comes down to a "memory leak", causing a flaw in the way the Linksys routers

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Emboldened by a recent court ruling in his favor, Lindows CEO Michael Robertson is calling on Microsoft to compete with his company in the marketplace, not in the courtroom. "Bill [Gates], I don't want your $1158," Robertson wrote in an open letter to Microsoft that he posted on Lindows' Web site yesterday, alluding to the fee a Dutch judge required Microsoft to pay Lindows. "I just want a chance

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By Paul Thurrott: thurrott@winnetmag.com An often irreverent look at some of the week's other news... Here Comes Microsoft's EU Appeal Next week, Microsoft will likely issue its appeal of the European Union (EU) decision that labeled the company a monopoly that abuses its power and harms the media-player and server markets. The company is expected to ask the European Court of First Instance in

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A chicken and an egg were laying in bed. The chicken was smoking a cigarette and had this very satisfied look on it's face. The egg's face had a big frown. After a little while the egg said ..... " Well I guess we answered that question". Mood: Relaxed Background Noise: Kids playing school

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By DAVID CRARY, AP National Writer BOSTON - With gays and lesbians now legally wed in Massachusetts, foes of gay marriage vowed Tuesday to campaign hard, in state and national elections, for candidates willing to reverse the tide. Uhhh...why do you want to reverse it? California does it (ok, maybe that wasn't a good example). I guess I really just don't get it. Ok, I know what the

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