tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60837264596718559022024-02-18T20:07:52.551-08:00Mommy MotivationA journal of my attempts to stay motivated as a mother, homemaker, blah blah blah... (she types, in dire need of motivation)KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-33032419885575158082009-07-30T14:56:00.000-07:002009-07-30T14:58:25.728-07:00Military BratI found this at <a href="http://blog.essahfae.com/2009/06/30/army-brat/">"this is how i'm doing"</a>:<br /><br /><blockquote>In case you didn’t know, I grew up in a military household; my dad was in the Army so that makes me an Army brat. I recently joined a group on Facebook titled “You know you are a military brat if you…” and spent a good 15 minutes reading through these — here are some of my favorites: <p><em>…all your former very best friends are as long gone as your last move.<br />…always wish you were back at the last place you were stationed even 20 years later.<br />…are able to imitate others’ speech patterns easily.<br />…are amazed at people who have never left their hometown.<br />…are asked “where did you learn to speak English so well”.<br />…are brought to tears by military music.<br />…are initially confused when asked where you are from, but quickly respond everywhere.<br />…at 22 you are trying to find someone in the military to marry so you can get a new I.D. card.<br />…can call up actual memories of a country while you’re in Geography class.<br />…can not speak the language of the country in which you were born.<br />…didn’t save things so you wouldn’t go over the weight allowance of the next move.<br />…don’t feel quite right seeing military personnel younger than you.<br />…every room you’ve ever had was stark white and you couldn’t put nail holes in the walls.<br />…feel like you should be visiting the states rather than living in them.<br />…find that you can easily amuse yourself for hours at airports, train or bus stations.<br />…get nostalgic when seeing O.D. Green.<br />…get the itch to move every 3-4 years and forever feel like the outsider in the civilian world.<br />…give someone a break because they are in the military.<br />…went into culture shock upon returning to the states.<br />…have been asked just where APO, AE was.<br />…have USAA as your insurance company.<br />…know exactly how horrible AFN commercials are.<br />…knew the rank and name of the kid next door’s father before meeting the kid next door.<br />…left school frequently for bomb scares.<br />…munched hot brötchen & gummies on the way to school.<br />…name schools in three countries on two continents when asked what high school you attended.<br />…played American Football at the schwim bad to impress the german girls.<br />…polished your fathers boots and brass for his upcoming inspection.<br />…remember being able to watch the Super Bowl or World Series live on TV at 2 am.<br />…start a major portion of your conversations with “when I was in…”<br />…stand up and recite the national anthem at the start of movies.<br />…talk to someone with an accent and pick it up yourself.<br />…tell everyone you are from a town that you haven’t lived in since you were 4 years old.<br />…try to take out your ID card when you enter a grocery store.<br />…went to school in a converted POW camp.<br />…know transfer meant pack your toys and say see ya later.</em></p></blockquote><p><em></em></p>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-9007840877260499122009-07-06T06:15:00.000-07:002009-07-06T06:36:55.223-07:00Digital ScrapbookingHave you NOT yet heard of digital scrapbooking? Low overhead, no paper mess to organize in my tiny home, very creative. There are amazing freebies available online. What's not to love? I've been using digital scrapbooking supplies to help me stay motivated this past year. Me, my laptop, and unlimited creativity.<br /><br />I like to create from scratch, too, but using kits and supplies from other creative folks helps get me jump started when I feel stuck in the mud. Here are a few sites to get you started, too (some freebies, some commercial):<br /><br /><ul><li><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.digifree.blogspot.com/">DigiFree</a></li><li><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.freedigitalscrapbooking.com/">Free Digital Scrapbooking</a></li><li><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.cottagearts.net/home.html">Cottage Arts</a></li><li><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.shabbyprincess.com/">Shabby Princess</a></li><li><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.scrapgirls.com/index.html">Scrap Girls</a></li><li><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://megadoodleinspired.com/">Mega-Doodle Inspired</a></li><li><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://digitalsstoreblog.blogspot.com/">Digitals</a></li><li><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.scrapartist.com/">Scrap Artists</a></li></ul>Enjoy! Happy scrapping! ;)KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-32769675383873630022009-07-05T13:41:00.000-07:002009-07-05T13:47:29.999-07:00Long time, another deploymentSorry, it's been a long time since I've been a'blogging. One more deployment under our belts, and I'm in much greater need of "Mommy Motivation" than ever before.<br /><br />How do I stay motivated and on track? Some days it's more difficult than others. Today I'm relaxing, reading a good book, walking on the treadmill, cooking some good food for the family. Hubby has been home for not yet two weeks, and I've had a really bad cold the entire time. SLEEP is important now, too. ;)<br /><br />Along those lines I'll leave you with a poem:<br /><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"></p><blockquote><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Author Unknown</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><strong>The backbone of the home you see.<br />That's what the military wife is to me.<br />Guarding the fort while her husband's away,<br />Defending and protecting his country each day.</strong></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><strong>Though many forget the importance of her role in his life,<br />Please, Sir, don't forget the military wife.<br />The woman who primarily raises her children alone,<br />The one who strives to make a "house", a home.</strong></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><strong>The one who sacrifices the time she could share,<br />The one who has many responsibilities to bear.<br />The woman who is married to a protector of the world,<br />The one whose life stays fairly unfurled.</strong></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><strong>I say again, kind Sir, don't forget the role<br /> she plays in his life.<br />Yes, dear Sir, the military wife.<br />The woman who stands by her husband's side,<br />The one who takes life stride by stride.</strong></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><strong>The woman who wonders when he's far away,<br />The one who prays for his safety<br /> and sends tender love his way.<br />Next time you look into a soldier's eyes,<br />Think of the one who stands by his side.</strong></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><strong>The one left behind, the encouragement in his life.....<br />The woman who's called the MILITARY WIFE.</strong></p></blockquote>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-55959177113286285852008-02-18T04:08:00.000-08:002008-02-18T04:10:34.096-08:00Prettiest MomBefore I was a Mom, <br />I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. <br />I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. <br />I never thought about immunization. <br /><br />Before I was a Mom, <br />I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. <br />I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. <br />I slept all night. <br /><br />Before I was a Mom, <br />I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests, or give shots. <br />I never looked into teary eyes and cried. <br />I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. <br />I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. <br /><br />Before I was a Mom, <br />I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down. <br />I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. <br />I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. <br />I never knew that I could love someone so much. <br />I never knew I would love being a Mom. <br /><br />Before I was a Mom, <br />I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. <br />I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. <br />I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. <br />I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. <br /><br />Before I was a Mom, <br />I had never got up in the middle of the night every 10 minute s to make sure all was okay. <br />I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. <br />I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom. <br /><br />Thank you to my friend for sending me this via email. ;)KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-66333138827358904762008-01-02T05:22:00.000-08:002008-01-02T05:25:06.448-08:00Keep Looking<a href="http://www.planebuzz.com/buzzbombs/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150869452834554818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipVqgvqKQx2cmYoADqonErvxLRqGPeKgUjkFfIJ6Nc310vNfvSvlFTAhqNuboZEVeTkvfR_NNz2830wnHxCfbAKEGrAR6oZ6rc-tYClQQ8NqjCGNjwBYZr3GcgHzfpJXCoNpV2lpBhpOin/s400/Inspirational---Discover-Dumpster-Diving-Poster-C12085747.jpg" border="0" /></a>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-30961883160434034202008-01-02T05:17:00.000-08:002008-01-02T05:19:42.768-08:00Crying for an Ugly BirdA bird came to eat from the feeder. An ugly sort of pretty bird, it was too large to eat where the tiny finches did. Still, it seemed content to eat from the trough where the finches’ wasted feed was scattered.<br /><br />I stared at it. It was actually striking. A beautiful beak, its long tail (longer than most I’ve ever seen) was a colorful autumn red. And when it opened its mouth, the prettiest call I’ve ever heard came forth.<br /><br />It was its feathered coat which made it ugly. It was tattered and unkempt.<br /><br />I caught myself attributing human thoughts to this feathered mess . . . “doesn’t it care what it looks like?,” “doesn’t it know it could be pretty if it just tried a little harder?,” “didn’t its mother teach it to care for itself?"<br /><br />Perhaps, I thought, it had been caught in a storm. Perhaps it was just in a battle for its life against a larger bird. Perhaps it was starved and thirsty.<br /><br />Perhaps that’s why it is ugly, I ventured.<br /><br />Then, out of the blue, I started to cry; honest to goodness, I cried for an ugly bird.<br /><br />We stumbled across people just like that bird every day. We look away in disgust, or we stare and shake our heads, but mostly we ignore them.<br /><br />We ignore the ugly people because, like the finches, we take so much for granted. We trust that we’ll always have food provided for us with very little effort on our own. Though we may not be beautiful, we trust we are pretty enough to be pleasant. We’re confident our clothes, bought at a store, laundered in a machine, are presentable.<br /><br />Like the striking yellow and black finch, we fly through a life of relative ease and contentment. We are attracted to fellow finches and repulsed by those who look different.<br /><br />A couple of “ugly people” were at a recent ball game, and the “finches” around acted true to their call. They pointed; they laughed; they shook their heads; they looked away.<br /><br />Then, they ignored them.<br /><br />They were unkempt, but they were not blind. They were dirty, but they were not deaf. They have feelings and dreams and desires.<br /><br />Yes, they were “ugly” in the sense of how “finches” describe beauty, but given a chance, I trust there’s a beautiful bird underneath.<br /><br />Given a chance, they could soar as high as the finches.<br /><br />The above was found at: <a href="http://likemylife.homestead.com/articlearchives.html">http://likemylife.homestead.com/articlearchives.html</a>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-26055016963046141882007-12-25T06:11:00.000-08:002008-02-17T18:19:15.474-08:00Dear Santa,<span style="color:#cc0000;">I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in thenext 18 years.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Here are my Christmas wishes:</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music, a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the livingroom" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough timeto brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is calling and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yours Always, MOM</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">...P.S. One more thing... you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Found at: <a href="http://www.forwardsteps.com.au/docs/DearSanta.pdf">Forward Steps</a></span>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-87731477849227014532007-12-24T09:21:00.000-08:002007-12-24T09:22:22.718-08:00Snowman Stickup<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-ZSEfpTfvlIxAA7_MCGewE-V4fuDamBRmgxWLdV9jnHbLIzyLTCgA3RDzc23fbF9vWLFV97iOoKkrvQzK67dLl1SjJR3SYVEX2RlrrBjyiCY6Mln3JkcQ2-cRBKIBnvc0WG1LUZXRdZR/s1600-h/snowman-stickup.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147591045544066770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-ZSEfpTfvlIxAA7_MCGewE-V4fuDamBRmgxWLdV9jnHbLIzyLTCgA3RDzc23fbF9vWLFV97iOoKkrvQzK67dLl1SjJR3SYVEX2RlrrBjyiCY6Mln3JkcQ2-cRBKIBnvc0WG1LUZXRdZR/s400/snowman-stickup.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-27380930887258923932007-12-24T09:15:00.001-08:002007-12-24T09:19:12.785-08:00Christmas DietThe following diet is designed to help you cope with the stress, paranoia, depression and delusion that builds during the holidays...<br /><br /><strong><u>Breakfast:</u></strong><br />1/2 grapefruit<br />1 slice whole wheat toast<br />8 oz. skim milk<br /><br /><strong><u>Lunch:</u></strong><br />4 oz. lean broiled chicken breast<br />1 cup steamed spinach<br />1 cup herb tea<br />1 Oreo cookie Mid-Afternoon snack:<br />The rest of Oreos in the package<br />2 pints Rocky Road ice cream, nuts, cherries and whipped cream<br />1 jar hot fudge sauce<br /><br /><strong><u>Dinner:</u></strong><br />2 loaves garlic bread<br />4 cans or 1 large pitcher Coke<br />1 large sausage, mushroom and cheese pizza<br />3 Snickers bars Late Evening News:<br />Entire frozen Sara Lee cheesecake (eaten directly from freezer)<br /><br /><strong><u>RULES FOR THIS DIET:</u></strong><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">If you eat <span style="color:#ff0000;">something</span> and no one sees you eat it, it has no calories.</span></li><li><span style="color:#009900;">If you drink a diet soda with a candy bar, the calories in the candy bar are cancelled out by the diet soda.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">When you eat with someone else, calories don't count if you do not eat more than they do.</span></li><li><span style="color:#009900;">Food used for medicinal purposes NEVER count, such as hot chocolate, brandy, toast and Sara Lee Cheesecake.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">If you fatten up everyone else around you then you look thinner.</span></li><li><span style="color:#009900;">Movie related foods do not have additional calories because they are part of the entertainment package and not part of one's personal fuel. Examples: Milk Duds, buttered popcorn, Junior Mints, Red Hots, Tootsie Rolls.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">Cookie pieces contain no calories. The process of breaking causes calorie leakage.</span></li><li><span style="color:#009900;">Things licked off knives and spoons have no calories if you are in the process of preparing something.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">Foods that have the same color have the same number of calories. Examples are: spinach and pistachio ice cream; mushrooms and mashed potatoes.</span></li><li><span style="color:#009900;">Chocolate is a universal color and may be substituted for any other food color.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">Anything consumed while standing has no calories. This due to gravity and the density of the caloric mass.</span></li><li><span style="color:#009900;">Anything consumed from someone else's plate has no calories since the calories rightfully belong to the other person and will cling to his/her plate. (We ALL know how calories like to cling!)</span></li></ul><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">REMEMBER!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>STRESSED spelled backwards=DESSERTS</strong> </span></div>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-10540480775149368122007-12-12T17:12:00.000-08:002007-12-12T17:18:00.334-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><u><strong>School 1967 vs. School 2007</strong></u></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Scenario: Jack goes quail hunting before school, pulls into school parking lot with shotgun in gun rack. </div><ul><li><span style="color:#009900;">1967 - Vice principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his own shotgun to show Jack.</span> </li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2007 - School goes into lock down, the FBI is called, and Jack is hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors are called in to assist traumatized students and teachers.</span></li></ul><p>Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school. </p><ul><li><span style="color:#009900;">1967 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.</span></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2007 - Police are called; SWAT team arrives and arrests Johnny and Mark. They are charged with assault and both are expelled even though Johnny started it.</span></li></ul><p>Scenario: Jeffrey won't sit still in class, disrupts other students. </p><ul><li><span style="color:#009900;">1967 - Jeffrey is sent to the principal's office and given a good paddling. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again. </span></li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2007 - Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra state funding because Jeffrey has a disability.</span></li></ul><p>Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt. </p><ul><li><span style="color:#009900;">1967 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.</span> </li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2007 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. State psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has an affair with the psychologist.</span></li></ul><p>Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some Aspirin to school. </p><ul><li><span style="color:#009900;">1967 - Mark shares Aspirin with the school principal out on the smoking dock.</span> </li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2007 - Police are called and Mark is expelled from School for drug violations. His car is searched for drugs and weapons.</span></li></ul><p>Scenario: Pedro fails high-school English.</p><ul><li><span style="color:#009900;">1967 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, and goes to college.</span> </li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2007 - Pedro's cause is taken up by local human rights group. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that making English a requirement for graduation is racist. US Civil Liberties Association files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English is banned from core curriculum. Pedro is given his diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.</span></li></ul><p>Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover Independence Day firecrackers, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle and blows up an anthill. </p><ul><li><span style="color:#009900;">1967 - Ants die.</span> </li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2007 - Homeland Security and the FBI are called and Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism. Teams investigate parents, siblings are removed from the home, computers are confiscated, and Johnny's dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.</span></li></ul><p>Scenario: Johnny falls during recess and scrapes his knee. His teacher, Mary, finds him crying, and gives him a hug to comfort him.</p><ul><li><span style="color:#009900;">1967 - Johnny soon feels better and goes back to playing.</span> </li><li><span style="color:#3333ff;">2007 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces three years in a federal prison. Johnny undergoes five years of therapy.</span></li></ul>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-75578354094695838842007-11-21T06:31:00.000-08:002007-11-21T06:41:39.956-08:00Mother BeetlejuiceI found this at <a href="http://www.johncoxart.com/">John Cox's website</a>, and thought it soooooooooo looked like how I felt this morning. I love his work, good stuff. Good artist. ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://http//www.johncoxart.com/2007/07/mother_beetlejuice.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135301779480804050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJpQCOtMN8gcL0Hx2UJPcyRPJXW3q7bQgjJYq0Lc23WYKXoFXIeNCdvr0-QWXIsLjz_BUeYlanudkcvlitI0_aiwEzFgC3I6I-RAh-QMVAqmiykusdE4LpsKQnItzsN6pfpZnuNCmjwyz/s400/Mother+Beetlejuice.gif" border="0" /></a>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-38160880081863308672007-11-21T06:25:00.000-08:002007-11-21T06:27:07.008-08:00I like you only when you give me cookies...Found this over at <a href="http://sillysahm.com/?p=232">Silly SAHM</a>. Oh, my...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8aprCNnecU&rel=1&border=0"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8aprCNnecU&rel=1&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-28671818983900584072007-11-20T17:47:00.000-08:002007-11-21T06:41:00.450-08:00Oh, I so needed a smile today. ;)Mr. Right Rejection Form Letter<br /><br />Dear (____rejectee's name here____ ),<br /><br />I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as my Mr. Right.<br /><br />As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available. So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition:<br /><br />[Check all those that apply]<br /><br />___ Your, uh, "chest" is bigger than mine.<br /><br />___ Your last name is objectionable. I can't imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it.<br /><br />___ The fact that our finest dining experience to date has been at McDonald's reveals a thriftiness that I find unappealing.<br /><br />___ You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me one.<br /><br />___ Your legs are skinnier than mine. If you can FIT into my pants, then you can't GET into my pants.<br /><br />___ Your "Putting on a few, aren't you babe?" comment, given the 9-months pregnant size of Your Own beer gut, was inappropriate.<br /><br />___ You failed the credit check.<br /><br />___ I find your inability to fix my car extraordinarily unappealing.<br /><br />___ The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable.<br /><br />___ The phrase "My Mother" has popped up far too often in conversation.<br /><br />___ You still live with your parents, and attending night classes to get your High School diploma, are slight negatives.<br /><br />___ You mention your ex-wife's name more than you mention mine.<br /><br />"Borrowed" from: <a href="http://www.theromantic.com/humor/rejectionformletter.htm">http://www.theromantic.com/humor/rejectionformletter.htm</a>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-3446061414352253212007-11-19T08:12:00.001-08:002007-11-19T08:25:11.785-08:00Mom Clipart<a href="http://www.clipartguide.com/_pages/0060-0502-2415-2444.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134586061835631298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvpxOgyEdyuQbsz-iFdD7Cwfn5GCvMwq_e4kggfuB_L0VUQ_vHzMCIoKPN5l9JQ81FjuiJNKlSDZb5AGg7tOXl1FVsvoQSn25v_6oXTToWpNf-bkBlV1HuUAXVQrNBbd7tEZ1NsWmarXV/s320/mom+reading+to+son+in+bed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I found the above image at <a href="http://www.iclipart.com/">iCLIPART</a>, which offers an annual subscription for only $29! Ideally, I'd like to CREATE illustrations like this. If you work with websites, this site is a great resource for graphics. When you go to the site, search "mother", and you'll find many, many illustrations.<br /><br /><a href="http://office.microsoft.com/en-us/clipart/FX101321031033.aspx?pid=CL100570201033">Microsoft clipart</a> is available online, too, for free. ;)KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-50676680966134673352007-11-19T04:46:00.000-08:002007-11-19T05:09:51.250-08:00Job Opening: Parent<strong><u>POSITION :</u></strong><br /><ul><li>Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma</li><li>Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop</li></ul><strong><u>JOB DESCRIPTION :</u></strong><br /><ul><li>Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environment. </li><li>Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities! </li><li>Travel expenses not reimbursed. </li><li>Extensive courier duties also required.</li></ul><strong><u>RESPONSIBILITIES :</u></strong><br /><ul><li>The rest of your life. </li><li>Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5. (or more due to inflation).</li><li>Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. </li><li>Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. </li><li>Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. </li><li>Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. </li><li>Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. </li><li>Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment thenext. </li><li>Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices. </li><li>Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. </li><li>Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. </li><li>Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.</li></ul><strong><u>POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION :</u></strong><br /><ul><li>None. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you</li></ul><p><strong><u>PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE :</u></strong></p><ul><li>None required unfortunately.</li><li>On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.</li></ul><p><strong><u>WAGES AND COMPENSATION :</u></strong></p><ul><li>Get this! You pay them! </li><li>Offering frequent raises and bonuses. </li><li>A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. </li><li>When you die, you give them whatever is left. </li><li>The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.</li></ul><p><strong><u>BENEFITS :</u></strong></p><ul><li>While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered; this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love, and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right. </li></ul><p><strong><u>** AND A FOOTNOTE: "THERE IS NO RETIREMENT --EVER!!!</u></strong></p><p>(Thank you, Marie, for forwarding this to me! So, do we ever get FIRED for doing a "bad job"?) </p>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-6514787478542824292007-11-18T13:01:00.001-08:002007-11-18T13:03:35.247-08:00Okay, totally motivating site...I've stopped by <a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/">Rocks in My Dryer </a>MANY times in the past, glad to have found it again. ;)KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-51284195682034958072007-11-18T12:41:00.000-08:002007-11-18T12:55:52.750-08:00So you want to be a parent?????Preparation for parenthood is not just a matter of reading books and decorating the nursery. Here are some simple tasks for expectant parents to prepare themselves for the real life experience of being a mother or father.<br /><br /><strong><u>ONE</u></strong><br /><br />Women: To prepare for maternity,<br /><ul><li>Put on a dressing gown and stick a pillowcase filled with beans down the front. Leave it there for 9 months. After nine months, take out 10 percent of the beans.</li><li>Drink a gallon of water. Do not go to the bathroom for 24 hours, or Go to the bathroom every 3­5 minutes with no regard to the "amount" you have deposited. Either way you will get a good sense of what "bloatation" is like.<br /></li></ul>Men: To prepare for paternity,<br /><br /><ul><li>Go to the local drugstore, Tip the contents of your wallet on the counter - Tell the pharmacist to help himself.</li><li>Then go to the supermarket. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office.</li><li>Go home. Pick up the paper. Read it for the last time.<br /></li></ul><p><strong><u>TWO</u></strong></p><p>Before you have children, find a couple who already is a parent and berate them about their:</p><p>Methods of discipline</p><ul><li>Lack of patience</li><li>Appallingly low tolerance levels</li><li>Allowing their children to run wild.<br /></li></ul><p>Suggest ways in which they might improve:</p><ul><li>Their child's sleeping habits</li><li>Toilet training</li><li>Table manners and,</li><li>Overall behavior.</li></ul><p>Enjoy it, ­­it will be the last time in you life that you will have all the answers.<br /></p><p><strong><u>THREE</u></strong></p><p>To discover how the nights will feel...</p><ul><li>Walk around the living room from 5PM to 10PM carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8­12 pounds, with a radio turned to static (or some other obnoxious sound) playing loudly.</li><li>At 10PM, put the bag down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep.</li><li>Get up at 12 and walk around the living room again, with the bag, until 1AM.</li><li>Set the alarm for 3AM.</li><li>As you can't get back to sleep, get up at 2AM and make a drink.</li><li>Go to bed at 2:45AM.</li><li>Get up at 3AM when the alarm goes off.</li><li>Sing songs in the dark until 4AM.</li><li>Put the alarm on for 5AM.</li><li>Get up. Make breakfast.Keep this up for 5 years. Look cheerful.<br /></li></ul><p><strong><u>FOUR</u></strong></p><p>Can you stand the mess children make? To find out...</p><ul><li>Smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains.</li><li>Hide a piece of raw chicken behind the stereo and leave it there all summer.</li><li>Stick your fingers in the flower bed,</li><li>Then, rub them on the clean walls.</li><li>Cover the stains with crayons.</li></ul><p>How does that look?<br /></p><p><strong><u>FIVE</u></strong></p><p>Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems:</p><ul><li>Buy an octopus and a small bag made out of loose mesh.</li><li>Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out.</li></ul><p>Time allowed for this ­­all morning.</p><p><br /><strong><u>SIX</u></strong></p><p>Think "creative".</p><ul><li>Take an egg carton. Using a pair of scissors and pot of paint, turn it into an alligator.</li><li>Now take the tube from a roll of toilet paper. Using only Scotch tape and a piece of foil, turn it into an attractive Christmas candle.</li><li>Last take a milk carton, a Ping-Pong ball, and an empty packet of Cocoa Pops. Make an exact replica of the Eiffel Tower.</li></ul><p>Congratulations!! You have just qualified for a place on the play group committee.<br /></p><p><strong><u>SEVEN</u></strong></p><p>Forget the BMW and buy a station wagon. And don't think that you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don't look like that.</p><ul><li>Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment. Leave it there.</li><li>Get a dime. Stick it in the cassette player.</li><li>Take a family size package of chocolate cookies. Mash them into the back seat.</li><li>Run a garden rake along both sides of the car.</li></ul><p>There. Perfect.</p><p><br /><strong><u>EIGHT</u></strong></p><p>Get ready to go out.</p><ul><li>Wait outside the bathroom for half an hour.</li><li>Go out the front door.</li><li>Come in again.</li><li>Go out.</li><li>Come back in.</li><li>Go out again.</li><li>Walk down the front path</li><li>Walk back up it.</li><li>Walk down it again.</li><li>Walk very slowly down the road for five minutes.</li><li>Stop, inspect minutely, and ask at least 6 questions about every cigarette butt, piece of used chewing gum, dirty tissue, and dead insect along the way.</li><li>Retrace your steps.</li><li>Scream that you have had as much as you can stand until the neighbors come out and stare at you.</li><li>Give up and go back into the house.</li></ul><p>You are now just about ready to try taking a small child for a walk.<br /></p><p><strong><u>NINE</u></strong></p><p>Repeat everything at least, if not more, five times.<br /></p><p><strong><u>TEN</u></strong></p><p>Grocery shopping.</p><ul><li>Go to the local supermarket. </li><li>Take with you the nearest thing you can find to a preschool child...a full­grown goat is excellent. If you intend to have more than one child, take more than one goat.</li><li>Buy your week's groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goats eat or destroy.</li></ul><p>Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.<br /></p><p><strong><u>ELEVEN</u></strong></p><p>Feeding.</p><ul><li>Hollow out a melon.</li><li>Make a small hole in the side.</li><li>Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side.</li><li>Now get a bowl of soggy Cheerios and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane.</li><li>Continue until half the Cheerios are gone.</li><li>Tip half into your lap...the other half just throw up in the air.</li></ul><p>You are now ready to feed a 12­ month ­old baby.<br /></p><p><strong><u>TWELVE</u></strong></p><p>Learn the names of every character from Sesame Street, Barney, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Disney. Watch nothing else on TV for at least five years.<br /></p><p><strong><u>THIRTEEN</u></strong></p><p>Uh, cleaning up the "doo doo".</p><ul><li>Move to the tropics.</li><li>Find or make a compost pile.</li><li>Dig down about half way in and stick your nose in it.</li></ul><p>Do this 3­5 times a day for two years.<br /></p><p><strong><u>FOURTEEN</u></strong></p><p>Transportation meditation.</p><ul><li>Make a recording of Fran Fine (The Nanny) saying "Mommy" repeatedly.</li><li>Important... No more than a four second delay between each "mommy" and occasional crescendo to the level of a supersonic jet is required. </li><li>Play this tape in your car everywhere you go for the next four years.</li></ul><p>You are now ready to take a long trip with an toddler.<br /></p><p><strong><u>FIFTEEN</u></strong></p><p>Effective Communication.</p><ul><li>Start talking to an adult of your choice.</li><li>Have someone else continually tug on your skirt hem, shirt sleeve, or elbow while playing the tape made from Fourteen above. </li></ul><p>You are now ready to have a conversation with an adult while there is a child in the room.<br /></p><p><strong><u>SIXTEEN</u></strong></p><p>Work skills.</p><ul><li>Put on your finest work attire. Pick a day in which you have an important meeting.</li><li>Take a cup of cream, and put 1/4 cup lemon juice in it.</li><li>Stir.</li><li>Dump it on your nice shirt. Also, saturate a towel with this mixture.</li><li>Attempt to wipe it off with this towel.</li><li>Do NOT change. You have no time.</li><li>Go directly to work. </li></ul><p>Ahhh the joys of parenthood!<br /></p><p><strong><u>SEVENTEEN</u></strong></p><p>Go for a ride, but first...</p><ul><li>Find one large tomcat and six pit bulls.</li><li>Borrow a child safety seat and put it in the back seat of your car.</li><li>Put the pit bulls in the front seat of your car.</li><li>While holding something fragile or delicate, strap the cat into the child seat.For the really adventurous...</li><li>Run some errands, remove and replace the cat at each stop.</li></ul><p>When you find yourself singing "I Love You, You Love Me" at work, you finally qualify as a parent.<br /></p>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-74167948858920116212007-11-18T12:38:00.000-08:002007-11-18T12:40:12.756-08:00The Next Survivor Show(They don't have the balls for this one, IMHO.)<br /><br />Have you heard about the next planned "Survivor" show?<br /><br />Six men will be dropped on an island with 1 van and 4 kids each, for 6 weeks.<br /><br />Each kid plays two sports and either takes music or dance classes.<br /><br />There is no access to fast food.<br /><br />Each man must take care of his 4 kids, keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry, etc.<br /><br />The men only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done: there is only one TV between them and there is no remote.<br /><br />The men must shave their legs and wear makeup daily, which they must apply themselves either while driving or while making four lunches.<br /><br />They must attend weekly PTA meetings; clean up after their sick children at 3:00 a.m.; make an Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a tortilla and one marker; and get a 4 year old to eat a serving of peas.<br /><br />The kids vote them off based on performance.The winner gets to go back to his job.KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-59533045889547797522007-11-18T12:37:00.000-08:002007-11-18T12:38:12.481-08:00A Prayer for Moms and DadsNow I lay me down to sleep,<br />I pray my sanity to keep.<br />For if some peace I do not find,<br />I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.<br /><br />I pray I find a little quiet<br />Far from the daily family riot<br />May I lie back--not have to think<br />about what they're stuffing down the sink,<br /><br />or who they're with, or where they're at<br />and what they're doing to the cat.<br />I pray for time all to myself<br />(did something just fall off a shelf?)<br /><br />To cuddle in my nice, soft bed<br />(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)<br />Some silent moments for goodness sake<br />(Did I just hear a window break?)<br /><br />And that I need not cook or clean--<br />(well heck, I've got the right to dream)<br />Yes now I lay me down to sleep,<br />I pray my wits about me keep,<br /><br />But as I look around I know--I must have lost them long ago!KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-72201804986857737102007-11-18T12:33:00.000-08:002007-11-18T12:36:11.263-08:00The Night Before Christmas for MomsIt was the night before Christmas, when all thru the abode<br />only one creature was stirring, and she was cleaning the commode.<br />The children were finally sleeping, all snug in their beds,<br />while visions of Nintendo 64 and Barbie, flipped through their heads.<br /><br />The dad was snoring in front of the TV,<br />with a half-constructed bicycle on his knee.<br />So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,<br />which made her sigh, "Now what's the matter?"<br /><br />With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,<br />she descended the stairs, and saw the old man.<br />He was covered with ashes and soot, which fell with a shrug.<br />"Oh great," muttered the mom, "Now I have to clean the rug."<br /><br />"Ho-ho-ho!" cried Santa, "I'm glad you're awake."<br />"Your gift was especially difficult to make."<br />"Thanks, Santa, but all I want is some time alone."<br />"Exactly!" he chuckled, "I've made you a clone."<br /><br />"A clone?" she asked, "What good is that?<br />Run along, Santa, I've no time for chit-chat.<br />"The mother's twin (somehow part of this line got deleted by mistake)<br />Same hair, same eyes, same double chin.<br /><br />"She'll cook, she'll dust, " she'll mop every mess.<br />You'll relax, take it easy, watch The Young and the Restless."<br />"Fantastic!" the mom cheered. "My dream come true!"<br />I'll shop. I'll read., I'll sleep a whole night through!"<br /><br />From the room above, the youngest began to fret.<br />"Mommy?! I scared...and I 'm wet.<br />"The clone replied, "I'm coming, sweetheart."<br />"Hey," the mom smiled, "She knows her part."<br /><br />The clone changed the small one, and hummed a tune,<br />as she bundled the child, in a blanket cocoon.<br />"You the best mommy ever. " I really love you.<br />"The clone smiled and sighed, "I love you, too."<br /><br />The mom frowned and said, "Sorry, Santa, no deal.<br />"That's my child's love, she's trying to steal.<br />"Smiling wisely Santa said, "To me it is clear,<br />"Only one loving mother, is needed here."<br /><br />The mom kissed her child, and tucked her into bed.<br />"Thank you, Santa, " for clearing my head.<br />I sometimes forget, it won't be very long,<br />when they'll be too old, for my cradle-song."<br /><br />The clock on the mantle began to chime.<br />Santa whispered to the clone, "It works every time.<br />"With the clone by his side Santa said, "Good night.<br />Merry Christmas, Mom, You'll be all right."<br /><br />I've found these last few at <a href="http://http//www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/mthrpoem.htm">Denny's Poems</a>.KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-28816097959693692062007-11-18T12:31:00.000-08:002007-11-18T12:32:45.013-08:00Love in the HomeIf I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,but have not love, I am a housekeeper - not a homemaker.<br /><br />If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, buthave not love, my children learn cleanliness - not godliness.<br /><br />Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.<br /><br />Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.<br />Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.<br /><br />Love is present through the trials.<br />Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.<br /><br />Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.<br /><br />Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.<br /><br />Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is much Imust teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-26467961284432514412007-11-18T12:28:00.000-08:002007-11-18T12:31:24.541-08:00The Mothers' PsalmThe Lord is my co-pilot, I shall not rush.<br />He maketh me to hit all the green traffic lights.<br />He leadeth me through shopping hassles.<br />He restoreth my composure.<br />He giveth me strength to make ends meet for my family's sake.<br />Yea, though I walk through the valley of laundry, I will fear no evil,<br />for Thou art with me.<br />Thy perspective and sense of humor, they comfort me.<br />Thou preparest a table before me with the assistance of takeout.<br />Surely clutter and confusion shall follow me most of the days of my life,<br />but I shall dwell in a happy home forever.<br />Amen.KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-36459704196269045192007-11-18T12:20:00.000-08:002007-11-18T12:28:08.516-08:00Cleaning PoemSad, but sooooooo true:<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong><u>Cleaning Poem</u></strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></u></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">I asked the Lord to tell me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">Why my house is such a mess.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">He asked if I'd been "putering", </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">And I had to answer "yes."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">I wiped and shined the topside.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">That really did the trick...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">I was just admiring my work...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">I didn't mean to "click."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">But click I did, and oops I found</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">A real absorbing site</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">That I got SO way into...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">I was into it all night.</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">Nothing's changed except my mouse</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">It's very, very shiny.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">I guess my house will stay a mess...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;">While I sit here on my hiney.</span></div>KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-56092179191378757902007-11-18T12:08:00.000-08:002007-11-18T12:18:43.391-08:00Where are the Cool Mommys?I just randomly tried to search for other moms, maybe motivated moms. Did this by typing in:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.(fillintheblank).blogpsot.com/">http://www.(fillintheblank).blogpsot.com/</a><br /><br />I "filled in the blank" with: motivatedmommy, coolmommy, supermom, and a few others. WHERE ARE THESE MOMS? Aren't they posting? Aren't they cool or motivated anymore? If not, WHY NOT? Me, either, and that's the problem.<br /><br />I tried <a href="http://www.lazymom.blogspot.com/">Lazy Mom</a>. Let's just say she's a wee bit lazier than me. <a href="http://www.tiredmom.blogspot.com/">Tired Mom </a>must be more tired, ha ha! And <a href="http://www.organizedmom.blogspot.com/">Organized Mom </a>was SO organized, she hit a bit of a minimalist note.<br /><br />I'm a bit curious to know what happened with <a href="http://www.crazymom.blogspot.com/">Crazy Mom</a>.<br /><br />Still searching for Motivated Mothers, and hoping their coolness could rub off on me. ;)KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083726459671855902.post-72250205808454460232007-11-18T11:31:00.000-08:002007-11-18T11:32:30.089-08:00I am looking for motivation.I am a tired, worn out mommy, overtaken by the blahs. I am going to use this blog as a way to document my search for Mommy Motivation. I need it, motivation that is.KLMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00154483517073048294noreply@blogger.com