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I have four girls.
Little precious girls.
Girls who are swiftly moving towards their teen years.
I NEVER want my girls to wear pants with “Juicy ” written on the butt, or “Bitch” written in glitter across the front of their shirt.
Here is my first suggestion for alternative wear:
The t shirt above.
If you’d like to win one like it leave a comment by next Friday (September 7th) on this post and I’ll randomly draw a name and send you one for free.
It’s a frost sky blue, 100% ring spun cotton with dust blue ink. This should be fun!
Bric a brac.
I’ve been putting of posting cuz, well, I feel there ain’t much to discuss, but for the tens of you who listen…
Summer is almost over and quite frankly, I am happy to see it go. I love fall. It’s my favie! Cool air. The trees in color. Taking walks in the woods behind our house. Hayrides. Bonfires. Pumpkins. And the welcome return of hearty soups. I am such a cheesball!
On a similar note… School has started. All hail the public educational system! I gaze in happy wonder as all but one of my offspring are carted away on a yellow bus of glory! I am now the proud owner of 2 hours of personal time. Which is no easy task.
6:00 Wake up (truthfully, it’s more like 6:30)
7:00 Alina on the bus
8:00 Mackenzie on the bus (Alina goes to middle school now so they start at different times and ride different buses,)
8:30 – 11:30 Chasing Reggie and Reese, cleaning and whatnot.
12:00 Reggie on the bus. (She’s in half day kindergarten.)
12:30 Reese in bed.
12:30 – 2:30 Here’s my personal time. (Rejoice with me, won’tchanow?)
2:30 Alina gets out of school.
3:45 Keni and Reggie get home.
3:46 Chaos ensues.
In other news… Charlie is having a birthday tomorrow. Turning 33. Yep. 33. I asked him if he feels old, to which he replied, “I feel as cool now as I did when I was 23.”
Ah, the wealth of ego that lies in that man’s brain. I could read an endless pile of self help books and NEVER feel as good about myself as he does on a perpetual basis.
My good friend Lauren had her baby, Emma Rose. I have yet to see her and her little one, but have seen the video and hope to get to the hospital today for a sneaky peek.
Also, let’s take a moment and pray a new lawnmower (with one of those baggers on the back?) into my life. The one I have is over 10 years old and only works in one gear and only starts when Chuck opens the metal thingie and sticks two screwdrivers inside its belly until sparks fly then the engine starts. It’s like he’s magic or something.
So let’s pray… so I can mow on a regular basis… so I won’t have to rake piles of clippings… and Chuck will be able to stop his use of black magic as I am sure our good Lord doesn’t approve.
The apple trees are pregnant with apples a plenty. I think I might make a pie.
All in all, not much is ahappening.
My life is certainly something to be envied forsure.
Hijacker.
Sorry ladies… Solomon hijacked my blog.
Public Service Announcement
Based upon what I am finding on my blog stats page:
Search Terms for 7 days ending 2007-08-22
Today
hamster
i’m building a cathedral
Yesterday
a chubby hamster
chubby hamsters
Nice Hamsters
a hamster
hamster
2007-08-20
my dog vomits, poops every day
winter white hamster
vomiting in children
headless rabbit
2007-08-19
dopies
“something in the sky” “8 10 07”
big hamster cages
eggs taste bad
2007-08-18
hamster
why do i feel like vomiting all the time
vomiting while poop
cloud vomiting a rainbow
vomit stories for kids
2007-08-17
average person vomit
football vomit
2007-08-16
green hamster poop
hamster
1. Too many people are considering purchasing or have purchased hamsters. They should reconsider. Return. Whatever. Hamsters are small, smelly, sneaky creatures, capable of creeping out a 33 year old tom boy. (And by that, I mean, me.)
2. People have many concerns about vomiting. Their dog vomiting. Them vomiting. Occasionally it’s their hamsters vomiting. (I told you not to buy one.) And usually what concerns them most, is the color of the projected food. Odds are it’s green or frothy orange. (That shows up on my stats page more than what you’d think.)
3. Even more than vomiting (but not lately), people want to know about their poop. Again, their poop. Their dog’s. Those stupid hamsters again. But still, our poop, it beckons them. It tells a story. A story they gotta know. Why’s it green? Why’s it runny? What makes it smell? Although I appreciate as much conversation about bowel movements as the next gal, alas, I haven’t the answers for your questions.
4. Sometimes people scare me, like the ones looking for info on, say, “clouds vomiting rainbows”. (What a lovely thought.) Or, um… I don’t know… “vomit stories for kids” (Maybe they should tell them about the magical cloud that vomits rainbows… sure to be a bedtime classic to be told for generations to come.)
The best part about this, is, I didn’t have to make one of these up.
Hatched from the brain of our average person comes the queries that fill our minds, then inevitably our google search.
Playing with my mind.
I’m watching what I eat.
It’s not easy.
Today I took my kids to Chuck E Cheese.
The Skeeball game made me want Whoppers.
I thought the brown balls looked an awful lot like malt balls. I actually stood there, staring down at them, thinking about eating malt balls.
Some little girl snuck over while I was in my hypnotic state and stole 3 of my tickets out of the machine.
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Es quizá pollos del bebé del amor del cuz I. Es quizá cuz que leo a muchos de los postes de Neil sobre ellos. Es quizá cuz que estoy en una relación codependant con los cereales azucarados. Por cualquier razón. No puedo encontrar una manera que tengo gusto de los huevos por la mañana. Cualquier cosa bueno sobre los huevos para el desayuno está cancelada hacia fuera cuando usted omite la tostada mantecosa de la mezcla. ¿Cómo usted los monstruos bajos del carb lo hace?
The pops.
Two weeks ago Keni got the chicken pox.
Or as Reggie calls em: “The Pops.”
What a fun two weeks that was, and I am so glad it’s over.
Now, I can focus on other things:
Like… Reese’s Pops.
That’s right Reese got em.
She’s been vaccinated against it, so the Doc said there’s only a 15% chance she’d get em.
I guess Reese has made it her mission to prove him wrong.
Cha-ching!
My mom in law and I are having a garage sale.
Yesterday I made $12.35.
Let’s all go to dinner! On me!
Football.
Soccer season has returned, and with it, so has:
Snack food as dinner, cuz the practices last from 5:30 to 8 pm.
Solitare on my cell phone, it’s how I pass the time.
Crazed Dad Coaches, who make the kids run laps, if they can’t remember where their field position is.
Pebbles in my flip flops, the playground is covered by them.
But at least the games are only an hour.
Every once and while.
I am funny about music. Normally, I love change. But when it comes to music… give me the same old, same old.
See, when I listen to music I HAVE to be able to sing along, it’s another compulsion I have. If I am forced to listen to a new CD, you’ll find that I’ve taken out the CD insert so I can read along with the music.
But, every once and a while, I am drawn to new music.
THIS… this CD brings me one of those times. You must grab a listen this morning. Let it play while you shave your legs, put on your makeup or just close your eyes.
