tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793860646055665652024-03-12T16:18:43.435-07:00Stepping on Legos and BarbiesFrom parenting to organization to make-up to food to everything else in between, these are my daily feelings and dealings in Mom Life. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-4324162722450146352016-11-13T11:20:00.002-08:002016-11-13T11:23:09.123-08:00Chicken Corn ChowderWhen I was a little girl, my mama would come back from Red River, New Mexico with this little bag of soup mix. 'Corn Chowder' She would add whatever the bag called for and my little tummy would be stuffed to the max in the end. It was one of my favorites.<br>
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I've searched high and low for this soup mix that is as rare as the 'Heart of the Ocean'. So, I made up my own and here are the results.<br>
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For the record, I am one of those people that glance at a recipe, get a general idea what's happening, and go from there. These 'measurements' are estimated at best. I think that makes any recipe truly your own. I am also cooking for a family of six that truly enjoys leftovers. This was a hit in my house. My husband and I raced for the last bowl.<br>
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5 regular sized Russet Potatoes, peeled and cubed.<br>
1 onion, chopped<br>
4-6 stalks of celery<br>
Salt, Black Pepper, Garlic Powder<br>
Stick of butter<br>
1 can Corn<br>
1 can Carrots<br>
16 oz Half and Half<br>
1 cup Milk<br>
4 oz Cream Cheese<br>
4 oz Sour Cream<br>
8 oz Velvetta Cheese (or something similar- Chez Wiz)<br>
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Take your stock pot and fill half way with water. Add chicken broth or bouillon cubes. Season with pepper, little salt, garlic powder. Add chicken, bring to a boil. When your chicken is cooked. Add your onion, celery, and potatoes. Resume light boil until potatoes are soft. Drain half of the stock. Setting chicken aside. Return to stove. Add your butter, corn, carrots, half and half, cream cheese, sour cream, and Velvetta. Let everything melt, bringing to a simmer. Shred your chicken and return to pan.<br>
Now, depending on how thick or thin you want your liquid, add the milk to your liking. Season to taste and finally, SERVE.<br>
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I am 99.9% I have made this sound a million times more difficult than what it is. It is a very simple recipe actually once you get to cooking. You can add or takeaway whatever you deem necessary.<br>
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I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts and how YOU made it, so please share.<br>
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<br>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-78010129646946406492016-11-08T20:47:00.000-08:002016-11-13T10:35:45.181-08:00Election Eve 2016<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I'm sure there will be a dozen posts about this election. The country is absolutely divided. </span><br />
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Trump has made promises of slowing immigration, building this infamous wall Mexico will pay for, deporting 11 million undocumented immigrants, banning Muslim Terrorists, defeating ISIS, creating more jobs and cutting taxes. </div>
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I will admit he changes his mind like I change my panties. He needs to make a 'Mom To-Do List' and stick with it. I believe he truly wants to make American great again and he believes he will do right. </div>
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Now Hillary, good Lord. This woman makes me sad for having a vagina. I really have nothing nice to say about her. She is an embarrassment. She is, at the very least, a liar. Why can't she just say, "Yea. I deleted the e-mails. Oopsy!" Shit. Keep a little credit on your side, Hil-dog. Did you know that felons are not allowed to vote? I'm not talking about the ones sitting in jail still. I'm talking about the people who served their time and are trying to live right. I can go on about that, but that's a post for another day. </div>
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I am all for a woman President, but this cow is more embarrassing than Trump's spray tan. Which brings me to what happened when I went to the store for my energy drink this evening. I visit this store often. Kind, good kids. Two of the employees were behind the counter, laughing and joking back and forth. They were talking about the election. These are two of my favorites at this store and I quickly join in with them. The little girl, she's 18, volunteered that she voted for Hillary and proceeding to tell me her reason why. </div>
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<i><u>"I didn't vote for her Hillary because she is a woman. I voted for her because she has more experience. Plus, I don't want to see a cheeto in office" </u></i></div>
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Didn't vote for her because she thought her ideas were better such as raising minimum wage or her ideas for their age group 18-25 will be beneficial. </div>
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Because. She. Doesn't. Want. A. Cheeto. In. Office. </div>
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My mind was blown. <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This is why we are in trouble. The 'Millennials' are more concerned about looks than what really matters. You don't like Trump, fine, but come up with something better than he resembles a cheeto. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-49560318434919737032016-11-07T09:48:00.000-08:002016-11-07T09:48:05.381-08:00I'm baaaaaaack!I am <strong>back</strong>. <em>phewwwww</em><br />
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I have finally made the decision to return to blogging.<br />
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This is something I have always enjoyed. "Putting pen to paper" to write down the daily beautiful disaster that is "House of Jones" is relaxing. However, it becomes quite difficult when the beautiful disaster meets absolute pandemonium creating an ugly storm that seems to never let up. There isn't any mercy shown.. Surviving one day, one hour, one minute becomes your new normal. People say, "There is light at the end of tunnel" and when you are in the thicket of it all, you are asking for a flashlight because you cannot even see a speck of light. You can put on every pair of big girl panties you own, but just making it from this moment to that moment is all you can do.<br />
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Life is never easy. Things finally start falling into place, piece by piece. You are still waiting for the floor to fall out from beneath you, but for now, at least, "House of Jones" has started returning to the normal, everyday chaos. I can handle chaos. I have a lot to catch up on. <br />
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Hold on to your tits, it's going to be a bumpy ride. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-57762049855119355192013-12-19T09:47:00.000-08:002013-12-19T09:50:10.775-08:00Duck Commander- Phil Robertson <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As I settled in front of my computer at work and read my daily Google news, I was informed that Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty has been <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2013/12/19/showbiz/duck-dynasty-suspension/" target="_blank">banned indefinitely for his remarks</a> in GQ about the LGBT community and something against black people. This is ridiculous. Laughable, almost. His opinions were just that, <i>his </i>opinions. Here is what he said in regards to homosexuality being sinful.</div>
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Hubby completely agrees with this and that's <i>his </i>opinion. Everyone is entitled to their opinion and I'm sure he knew there would be repercussions of his words.From a Christian stand point, he is right. God frowns upon this, but God frowns upon a lot of things. Like Gluttony, for instance, and we all know America has a <i>huge</i> (no pun intended) issue with Gluttony. Pride, Envy, Anger, Greed, just to name a few, that we all have been guilty of a time or two. The cool thing about God is that <i>He</i> does forgive. He loves all His children. I have lesbian and gay friends, but honestly, I don't even see the sexuality in any of my dear friends. I don't care if they're gay, straight, or into crazy dominatrix shit. They are just <i>my</i> friends. And what they do in their life is not for me to judge whatsoever. They will have to answer to the "Man Upstairs" just like I will.<br />
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And then, good Ol' Phil went into his opinion on black people. Which I didn't find it offensive or even slanderous.<br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">"I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once," he told GQ. "Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I'm with the blacks, because we're white trash. We're going across the field. ... They're singing and happy. I never heard one of them, one black person, say, 'I tell you what: These doggone white people' -- not a word! </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Pre-entitlement, pre-welfare, you say: Were they happy? They were godly; they were happy; no one was singing the blues," GQ quoted Robertson as saying.</span></i><br />
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The NAACP and the Human Rights Campaign wrote a letter to A&E together. Basically stating that Phil must have not been there when black people were "lynched" for simply walking down the street and that being LGBT is "not a choice." If Phil had acted a fool, like Dog the Bounty Hunter did in his <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/2007/11/01/tv-bounty-hunter-dog-chapman-in-hot-water-for-n-word-tirade/" target="_blank">N-word rant</a> to his son, then I could understand the reason for the letter and for A&E actions. But, he didn't. He simply stated what he believed in and that doesn't mean that's what you believe in, and that's OK.<br />
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People need to get their panties out of a wad and stop pulling the race and rainbow card over <i>everything </i>that could maybe be offensive. I completely stand-by what was said by Phil Robertson.<br />
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Here is the link to the FaceBook page to "<a href="https://www.facebook.com/BringPhilBack" target="_blank">Bring Back Phil Robertson</a>" and the <a href="http://www.change.org/petitions/a-e-network-bring-phil-robertson-back?utm_source=guides&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=petition_created&fb_source=message">change.org</a> petition.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-31097046948817981912013-11-13T20:43:00.000-08:002013-11-13T20:43:13.389-08:0010 Reasons Why Kids are Mini DrunksI was thinking about crazy things my kids have done lately and realized they're pretty comparable to the shit-faced twenty-somethings. I feel like I'm either watching a live episode of Jack-Ass or having flashbacks to my high school years. Here is a top ten list of why kids are like mini-drunks:<br />
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10. They always speak the truth. Absolutely no filter. I was pulled over for speeding one time. The officer did his normal routine and as he was walking away to go run my license, my oldest son said, "Sir..SIR, if you are going to take my Mama to jail, can you point me the way to the house?"<br />
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8. They always have a coozi in tow. The baby screams for a sippy cup like a 24 hour alcoholic in rehab.<br />
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5. They can literally sleep anywhere.<br />
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What crazy things have your kids done?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-67594210974076795962013-11-11T22:17:00.000-08:002013-11-11T22:23:09.270-08:00Louisiana Looters Have ya'll heard about the "<a href="http://nypost.com/2013/11/11/louisiana-governor-to-take-away-food-stamps-from-abusers/" target="_blank">Louisiana Looters</a>?" This whole ordeal has really chapped my ass. I'm not one to jump on the PA boat with my high horse and condemn these particular people, but this is ridiculous. Let me give you the quick scoop. <br />
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Last month, Xerox was doing a routine system check and the system crashed. When this system crashed, they alerted all EBT accepting retailers in 17 states. Some stores put up signs stating that shoppers wouldn't be able to use their cards due to technical difficulties. However, Wal-Mart, being huge idiots, agreed to allow shoppers to use their EBT cards thinking they would use that trusty honor system. When food stamp recipients found out about this in Springhill and Mansfield, Louisiana, they went insane. They cleared the shelves, throwing anything and everything edible in their carts. <br />
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I just don't understand this. I don't understand why people receiving benefits were taking full advantage of the system and Wal-Mart, to an extent, <em>absolutely</em> knew what was going on and allowed it to happen. One lady, rolled on up to a cash register with over $700 of groceries in her basket. The system came up in the middle of her transaction to find out she only had 50 cents on her card. The police tried to arrest her and Wal-Mart released the woman. <br />
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So, who do we hold accountable? Wal-Mart for not using the emergency protocol and allowing recipients to over spend by hundreds? Or is it the recipients who knowingly took advantage of the system during a major malfunction? The Governor of Louisiana has released a statement saying these people will be held accountable and will face consequences of their actions. Consequences include banning from the program for a year, two years or life. All in all, the ones that will truly suffer are the children because their parents made a horrible, thoughtless decision. There is a process to determine eligibility for the program and they obviously qualified or they wouldn't have had it to begin with. So, will baning these people really solve anything? Children will go hungry and who knows if these parents will find a job or a second job to make up for their benefit loss. I don't agree with life sentences of receiving benefits. I think this should be a "wean off" program. Welfare was created to help people in bad times. A program to help them get back on their feet, not a way of life. I hope the people who took advantage of a technical malfunction will have to pay the consequences. I just hope the children of the irresponsible parents don't end up being the victims. <br />
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Reader's Digest version: This guy and his wife get into a normal couple's quarrel and it gets heated. She apparently gets fed up with his shit and when he confronts her about leaving, she grabs and knife and he grabs a gun. He is able to disarm her. Let me repeat that.... he <em>disarms</em> her. She "punches" him and he shoots her six to eight times.<br />
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I do not agree with domestic violence whatsoever, but she punched him and he felt it necessary to shoot her. Makes <i>perfect</i> sense. He is probably one of those psychotic, controlling freaks that thinks, "If I can't have you, no one will" when she attempted to leave him.<br />
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<i>"Im going to prison or death sentence for killing my wife love you guys miss you guys takecare Facebook people you will see me in the news my wife was punching me and I am not going to stand anymore with the abuse so I did what I did I hope u understand me"</i><br />
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I don't believe she abused him. I don't believe she screwed with his head and beat him up on a constant basis. I think he played this, "I am man. Hear me roar." I also don't believe he was powerless against her and felt his life threatened so much he needed to protect himself by killing her. I think he could have walked away or shut the door to the bathroom giving time for both to calm down. Or just let her leave.<br />
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If roles were reversed, would we be screaming crazy person at her? Would we understand why she did it? Would we stand behind her even though she could have walked away? Of course we would. Why, you ask? Because she is a woman and naturally we are weak compared to a man in strength. Look at <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/topics/news/mary-winkler.htm" target="_blank">Mary Winkler</a>. She killed a freaking preacher. And because he supposedly make her prance around like a stripper in their bedroom and he was abusive, she walked away serving 7 months in a Psych Ward. <a href="http://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/local/Barbara-Sheehan-Husband-Murder-Gun-Charge-Prison-212494911.html" target="_blank">Barbara Sheehan</a> shot her husband 11 times and was acquitted of murder because she claimed abuse.<br />
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We stand behind a murderer when abused and when it's a woman. Or so it seems.<br />
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I think he could have played the whole abuse card if he hadn't posted it all over FaceBook. I know he lost me at that point and pretty sure a lot of others. Also, if he was <i>so</i> abused why wouldn't he just let her leave when she declared she was finished?<br />
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All in all, any sort of abuse from anyone should never be tolerated. If you or someone you know is dealing with abuse, you should contact <a href="http://www.thehotline.org/" target="_blank">1-800-799-SAFE</a>. These people will help you get out and help you start over with your life. Abuse is real.</div>
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Also, trying to figure out the difference between poly and plastic folders, with or without pockets and brads makes me want to head butt a knife. Why can't we just use the good ol' paper folders with pockets and brads that cost 10 cents? I know, <i>I know</i> those rip easier, but you could buy 20 and <i>only </i>spend two dollars. Plenty for one child for one year, right? I couldn't find highlighters in theses specific colors or the particular grading pencils they requested. And why do I have to purchase copy paper? Where are my tax dollars going? Why am I buying the school things they should already have? When I was in elementary, (I double checked this with Mother so, it's legit) my mom only bought Kleenex and the necessary school supplies. None of this nonsense of baby wipes, Clorox, 24 glue sticks or 48 crayons. And everything was labeled to only be used by <i>that </i>child. No community pile. No sharing. It seems the teachers, the school board or school supply list demons are getting more ridiculous every year. </div>
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This is my youngest son, finger painting with Cocoa Pebbles in his room at 9:00 at night. He stole this cereal out of the pantry, on the top shelf without making a sound. I have three older children and never has any of them given me such a run for my money as this one. If he would have been a first, I'm sure he would have been an only child. Diablo Blanco, as we call him, is a a little terrorist. He is two years old and his terrible two's started at a year old and I'm pretty sure they will <i>never</i> end. <i>Like ever</i>. This kid screams for absolutely no reason. He can never behave in Wal-Mart. I'm <i>that</i> Mom that everyone hates. He'll scream and throw himself on the floor and it's not even over a "no" comment. Half the time, I don't even know what he is so pissed about and I don't really think he knows, either. Sometimes, I'll just stare at him, ask him where his parents are and run around the corner of the aisle. This usually snaps him out of his latest melt down and he will sit in the basket for 15 minutes without a word. And then he forgets. We're back to square <i>ONE</i>. He's just insane and driving me to drinking.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-81719466378886928332013-08-10T21:32:00.001-07:002013-08-10T22:08:37.223-07:00Stupid Salesmen and Their Cars Today royally sucked. I woke up this morning puking my brains out. And if you have kids, you know this does not detour them. However, I was laying on the bathroom floor on the verge of absolute death (I was sure I saw the light) and Snoopy (my daughter) brought me a pillow and her favorite blankie. Sweet girl. And of course today <i>had </i>to be the day I receive a phone call from the dealership that the car we've been waiting on has arrived on the lot. I tell the salesman, Robert, that I would be there within the next hour. So I pull myself off the floor and quickly get ready to leave. <div><br></div><div>I puke a few more times while getting myself and the kids ready to go. I stop at the bank and withdrawal our down payment. As I head to the dealership, I'm still getting sick. When I finally pull in, I see the car. I jump out and quickly look inside it. Perfect. Everything I want. Captains chairs, third row, clean interior. Awesome. I'm actually feeling just a bit better. As I'm walking into the office, a lady comes out and drives away in MY new car. </div><div><br></div><div>What. In. The. Actual. Hell? </div><div><br></div><div>The salesman meets me at the door and says, "I'm sorry. She's really interested and has arrived before you." Are you kidding me? YOU called ME and said MY car was ready. I grabbed my wallet and said, "I have my cash right now. Here you go!" His reply, "I'm sorry. You should have arrived sooner." I started to cry like an emotional tit-bag. I was angry and sick. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYbw4GfLa34Q_WrPeOAzCRR4GHQsPeA5Ril4c5BVC1P62rPhCI6Z2rq4QZTXepTnUx0fY37Bze6h-Z-wv9W2WliwBRvCg0Ucz6kDOxUlNYMY9RaT2v85cjqE44E4oy8M2dk3W4l8Ld2E/s640/blogger-image--18719844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYbw4GfLa34Q_WrPeOAzCRR4GHQsPeA5Ril4c5BVC1P62rPhCI6Z2rq4QZTXepTnUx0fY37Bze6h-Z-wv9W2WliwBRvCg0Ucz6kDOxUlNYMY9RaT2v85cjqE44E4oy8M2dk3W4l8Ld2E/s640/blogger-image--18719844.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I have never heard of this before. I understand they have to sell their cars and they cannot hold a car for a customer, but he should've called me. He should've showed common courtesy even if it was just to say there is a lady here wanting your car. That was a complete waste of time. So, I called the best person I know to handle these situations. The angriest, most intimidating person who HATES a pissed off, really upset wife. Hubby. He called the salesman who avoided his calls and the manager told him I should've arrived in a timely manner and its not THEIR fault they have such a shitty inventory that customers are fighting over cars like sharks and seals during shark week. </div><div><br></div><div>Hey guy! I arrived within the hour, WITH vomit breath and whiney kids. You suck and so does this dealership. I will be finding another dealership and I will let everyone know that wasn't cool and definitely shady. But I guess that's what you get when you deal with a smaller dealership. </div><div><br></div><div>I picked up Hubby shortly after that fiasco from work. He's a truck driver for a major company in town. We grabbed the kids some food, went home and all took a good nap after lunch. We ordered pizza for dinner and all lounged in the living room watching Duck Dynasty. Hubby and Diablo Blanco (my youngest son) went to bed. Snoopy and I watched Breaking Dawn. We're a little Twihard. :) </div><div><br></div><div>I got a phone call from my sister about a new car that will probably work out better in our favor and in the long scheme of things. I hope tomorrow for Sunday Funday, I feel better and can get some things accomplished. Until then....i will pull my big girl panties up and DEAL. </div><div><br></div><div>Have you ever had a terrible experience with a car dealership or salesman?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-3390755755283000922013-08-05T11:04:00.000-07:002013-08-06T06:19:42.007-07:00Honestly AnnoyingThis morning, I was over at <a href="http://www.peopleiwanttopunchinthethroat.com/" target="_blank">People I Want to Punch in the Throat</a> blog page. (I <i>love</i> that lady. She is great and funny and one day I hope to meet her. Jen, if you're reading this, you are awesome and I pretty much looooovvveeee you. More about that another day.) She was pissed about this Jessica Alba owned company attacking another Mom Blogger. I did my research and I'm pretty pissed, too.<br />
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1. Why did <a href="https://www.honest.com/" target="_blank">Honest Company</a> ever do an <a href="http://jessicagottlieb.com/2013/07/honest-toddler-the-honest-company-honest-to-goodness-its-just-business/" target="_blank">interview</a> with The Honest Toddler? Honest Company reserved the domain name of honesttoddler.com in 2012. Shortly after this interview they asked for The Honest Toddler to shut down and start over because Honest Company was afraid people would become confused between expensive diapers and a sneering toddler. D you really think mom's are that stupid, Honest Company? I know the difference between a $10.00 bottle (By the way, what the eff is that? <a href="https://www.honest.com/baby/honest-baby-bottle" target="_blank">A $10.00 bottle</a>? geeeez) and a hilarious comment from a baby about daily life. Not baby. Toddler. They state that being called a <a href="https://twitter.com/search?q=Honest%20Toddler&src=tyah" target="_blank">baby</a> is the same as a racial slur. Shit. Please accept my apologies. Thanks.<br />
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They have gone after this Mom because she has been so successful. Her blog, social media and book has really taking off. She's put in all the frustrating hours of trying to publicize her blog and it's paid off. However, Honest Company will not take her down without a fight and will not bully any of us Mom's. We stick together and we fight for what's right. That's what we do.<br />
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I encourage you to share this blog and also <a href="https://twitter.com/Honest" target="_blank">Tweet, Honest Company</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/jessicaalba" target="_blank">Jessica Alba</a> (it makes them nervous), to leave <a href="https://twitter.com/search?q=Honest%20Toddler&src=tyah" target="_blank">Honest Toddler</a> alone. #thehonestcompanysucksAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-42114628835496589502013-07-31T14:04:00.000-07:002013-07-31T14:08:45.519-07:00Zombie ApocalypseI met hubby for lunch today and as I was leaving I noticed an older Jeep Grand Cherokee with a green radiation sticker stating, "Zombie Outbreak Response Team." I'm sure this is just a funny joke sticker playing along with the idea and fear of the once dead rising to terrorize us. I'm pretty sure people don't believe in Zombies. Do <i>they really</i> believe in Zombies?<br />
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I called one of my dear friends to laugh about this sticker and dumb people. She brought it to my attention that people in Africa really do believe. Not just like a horror movie or a joke, but more like a superstitious belief along with their religion. She also stated that in Africa, in fact, there has been documented accounts of true Zombies. This wasn't like the American fear of Zombie's. This was legit. These people do not believe in Western medicine. They believe in calling up the tribe's VooDoo Doctor aka Witch Doctor to fix any problem. <br />
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I find this absolutely insane. On both sides of the world, the belief of Zombie's is true to some, but to me it's a Hollywood scary movie. That could never happen, right? People eating people. Hell, what about <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2012/06/27/us/florida-cannibal-attack" target="_blank">Hannibal Lector</a>. He ate a man's face off. Poor guy actually survived that terrible incident. However, they are saying it was Marijuana and NOT bath salts that "made" this guy lose his mind and eat someone's face. I have never known a '<i>Stoner'</i> to lose it like that or <i>ever</i> for that matter. Stoner's are chill people. They just want to be high and live in slow motion.<br />
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There is a brain parasite called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toxoplasma_gondii" target="_blank">Toxoplasma Gondii</a> that is believed to be one way to turn Zombie. Upon a <a href="http://www.corante.com/loom/archives/2006/01/17/the_return_of_the_puppet_masters.php" target="_blank">study of mice</a>, healthy mice were put in a maze with different corners with various odors. One of those odors being a cat. The healthy mice would smell the cat and quickly get the hell out of Dodge. The infected mice didn't look different from the healthy mice and when the would come across the cat odor, they would stay with obvious intentions of dying. These parasites quietly live inside humans and since mice and humans have similar brains, it's estimated over half the earth is infected with this parasite. This is why if your eggo is preggo you should stray from changing kitty litter. Some scientists believe this parasite does effect it's host mice, cats and humans. Mice willingly dying and a jealous man are some of the believed side effects. Maybe that's what is wrong with Hubby. Maybe he's turning into a Zombie. <i>Oh shit</i>!<br />
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The <a href="http://www.cdc.gov/phpr/zombies.htm" target="_blank">CDC</a> actually endorses the "Zombie Apocalypse" and tells you how to prepare for a Zombie ridden Earth. In all actuality, the CDC is using something people believe in to help prepare for any disaster. Kinda brilliant if you ask me. People can be ignorant and people can have legitimate fears. Some believe in all sorts of VooDoo and a Zombie Apocalypse, while others believe in the Bible and Jesus returning for his whole hearted followers and leaving the world in literal hell.<br />
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Do I believe in Zombie's? No. I don't think any of the sort will ever happen. EVER. I do not believe "I Am Legend" or "Warm Bodies" is more than just a movie to scare the shit out of people. I went into labor with my middle son over "I Am Legend." If you want suspense, this is the movie. Do I think you should always be prepared for a pandemic, terrorist attack or a natural disaster? Yes. Always should you prepare for any kind of emergency situation. We live in a scary world with scary things, but I do not think Zombie's are one of them.<br />
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Yesterday, one of the sweetest ladies I know was playing with my hair and had braided one side back and left the other down. I thought it was cute and even if it wasn't, I'm not trying to impress anybody. This ass comes around the corner, snickering and asks, "What's up with your hair?" <b>Number one</b>. You are not my friend nor, someone I even like talking to.Therefore, shut your pie hole. <b>And (C)</b> "What's up with <i>your</i> hair and what's up with those glasses? On your Elmer's glue face, black rimmed eye glasses do not flatter you, honey. You should really talk to that tanning place you've been attending for awhile now. Their bulbs must be weak. Also, what's going on with that "exercise" thing you've been working on? How's that going for you? Because, you still look the same to me. The difference between you and me, doll, is I have a filter and class. I don't purposely go around dragging everyone into my misery. No one honestly cares about you or what shitty comment is going to come out of your mouth next. Next time, there <i>will</i> be a punch straight to the face. You're an actual dumb bitch.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-61817130329418007772013-07-20T22:18:00.001-07:002013-07-20T22:18:05.744-07:00Weekly Insanity 7-21-2013This week has been insane, sad and happy all at the same time. <div><br></div><div>I had a dear friend pass away. He lost his short battle to cancer and joined the angels Monday. He was such an amazing man. He loved my children as if they were his own and treated me like his little sister. His wife is my best friend from 6th grade. I am amazed by her strength through this entire deal. You make me proud to call you my friend. I love you, doll. <div><br></div><div>On a brighter note, my sister-in-law married this evening to the man of her dreams. This short month of planning this amazing wedding. I know it was stressful, but the wedding and reception were beautiful. Y'all looked great. I wish y'all the best of luck. May you be as miserable as the rest of us. </div><div><br></div><div>My Fav Topics***</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I think I missed the Honey Boo Boo 'Scratch and Sniff' event. Damn. I really was looking forward to smelling some body odor and a bodily function or hell, buttered spaghetti. Nasty. This is what makes Southeners look like fucking morons. This is WHY people think we're idiots and can't read or just flat out don't have class. You're a disgrace, Boo-Boo's Mother. You can't blame the child and I WILL blame the child's dumb ass mother. Shit.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Wal-Mart sucks and we all know this. If I lived closer to Target, I would be a frequent shopper. However, I'm a lazy bitch that doesn't want to drive across town. </div></div><div><br></div><div>Hubby No-No is a frequent read. I love the list and the add-ins I keep coming across. Like yesterday, for instance, at the rehearsal dinner. The Groom stood up to tell the story of how he and the Bride had met. He started off with I first met Bride in the 7th grade and she knew who I was, but I didn't know who she was plus I liked her friend. And he went on and on about how he NEVER noticed Bride until a couple of years. I would have beat my husband. He wouldn't have made it to the wedding. </div><div><br></div><div>That's all I have tonight. It was a hectic week, but nothing I can't handle in this crazy thing called life. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-31539774466237275782013-07-16T14:32:00.004-07:002013-07-31T09:26:18.260-07:00CafeMom FAIL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been a member with CafeMom since the dark ages and I love the place. I love that CafeMom is a "meeting place" for such diversity. There is definitely something for every mother and we ALL understand each other because we share a common bond. However today, I was browsing a group and a certain post made me laugh so hard and say, "What. In. The. Actual. Fuck?"<br />
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So, this crazy bee starts complaining how she found herself on a <a href="http://cafemomfails.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">CafeMom Fail blog</a> and she thinks it's so weird someone would 'blog' about her. She, like an ass hat, posted something VERY private on CafeMom. Such as, she had worms and needed to go to the doctor to have it cleared up.She said she obtained the worms by walking barefoot in the grass. But what GOT me was she was also on the fail site for admitting she masturbates with a hammer. A fucking hammer. Really?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-28465386218834321722013-07-13T23:30:00.001-07:002013-07-13T23:30:56.216-07:00Screw you, Wal-Mart.<div><br></div><div><br></div>Wal-Mart is a soul sucking store and I'll tell you why. <div><br></div><div>The hubby and I had a pretty good day. I got up this morning and got my oldest ready to go to my Dad's. He looked freaking adorable in his cowboy outfit. My step-mother barrel races and they were going to watch her and oldest was going to spend the day with them. My other two are in Dallas visiting their grandmother and biological father. So, hubby, baby and I set out to accomplish some errands on this fine Saturday. We went to the 'Salvage Store' which is a small grocery store ran by a major trucking company that hubby works for as a driver. They have daily specials and super low prices plus we get a 30% discount. I love LOVE this place. I got a case of Chobani Yogurt for $6.00. If you ever get the chance to go, DO IT. It's worth it if you have the extra discount or not. </div><div><br></div><div>You usually can't find everything at the 'Salvage Store' because its a day by day basis as to what they have. We ended up at the 'Gates of Hell' aka Wal-Mart to finish up our grocery shopping. I hate this place. I'm pretty sure I would rather fall on a knife than to go to this place. But, damn you, Wal-Mart, your low prices suck my soul every time to your doors. </div><div><br></div><div>We walk in, grab a basket and it begins. It was a freaking mad house. Did I miss something? Was today a holiday and I missed the memo? We start at the pharmacy for bath stuff. I was looking for a certain body wash. I couldn't find it and neither could hubby. So what do you do when you're at a store an you can't find something, you ask a clerk. That was mistake number one. </div><div>Me: 'Excuse me, ma'am?</div><div>Her: 'Yeah?'</div><div>Me: 'I can't seem to find the body wash I'm looking for. It's Gold Bond Sensitive.' </div><div>Her: 'It's on the body wash aisle over there.' </div><div>Me:'Yes. I've been there and I can't seem to find it. Do y'all carry it?'</div><div>Her: 'How should I know? I work in toys.'</div><div>Me: 'Alrighty. Thanks. You're awesome.'</div><div><br></div><div>That PISSED me off. Hubby told me to get another body wash or just wait and we would stop somewhere else. Screw that! I'm here now. I want to get it now if it is here. But, whatever I'll go somewhere else. </div><div><br></div><div>We get through the majority of shopping trip without problem other than the overwhelming amount of people who choose to either be in pajamas at 3:00 in the afternoon or girls in shorts or shirts two sizes, too small. Hey lady, I don't want to see your back boobs or your FUPA. Cover it up. 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Your Tinkerbell pajamas are cute on a 5 year old. You're over 30. Get it together. Put some clothes on, tuck your boobs in and put some shoes on other than the Cookie Monster eating your feet. </div><div><br></div><div>We finally get to check out and there are 27 lanes and only 4 open plus 8 self check outs. What in the actual fuck? Wal-Mart, you had at least 10 associates standing around not doing a damn thing. Some of them could've opened up a few check out lines to clear out the long lines. I would not hate this place so much if people would just get their shit together. FYI Wal-Mart, I like your prices and your selection, but when you can't get your associates to do their job, I start to lose hope. You literally suck my soul from my body the minute I walk through the door. Easy solution, I just go to another store and never come back, but my penny pinching ways get the best of me. I hate you and I really wish you (Wal-Mart) would do what you advertise. </div><div><br></div><div>On a brighter note, I found some really cute clothes for the kiddos at a couple of garage sales we stopped at on our way home. The best part of my day, however, was hubby's surprise stop at Dairy Queen where I got a 'Georgia Mud Fudge' Blizzard. Delicious and I forgot about my 'fall on the knife' experience. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-yCpHlmbkO-_l2M6wST2OYMSB1jl3G_dz200tMypHDI_f2xlrtE8DPQCKFt3ep7Sx7XS8ljoU8ouu50EiczYakgOJn1nCof3f_94Ir-MUkN11b4caWGKvYOtsuHvsqPTw3WuKXNcT6c/s640/blogger-image--315279796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-yCpHlmbkO-_l2M6wST2OYMSB1jl3G_dz200tMypHDI_f2xlrtE8DPQCKFt3ep7Sx7XS8ljoU8ouu50EiczYakgOJn1nCof3f_94Ir-MUkN11b4caWGKvYOtsuHvsqPTw3WuKXNcT6c/s640/blogger-image--315279796.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Nonetheless, I enjoyed my day spent with hubby and baby. We did have fun and I love one on one time with each kiddo. </div><div><br></div><div>Until we meet again, Wal-Mart, screw you, soul sucker, screw you!! </div><div><br></div><div>Do you have an awful Wal-Mart experience? </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-6320960207195088972013-07-12T10:14:00.000-07:002013-08-02T22:16:24.957-07:00Top 5 Hubby "No-No's" The hubby can be an idiot sometimes. He <i>thinks</i> he is being funny when he sends a mass text message to our family and friends with a picture attached to a text stating, "This is Court when she is mad."He apparently thought it was a great idea to send it to me, too. I can take a joke. I have a sense of humor, but I don't like being compared to a demon possessed person with scratches all over her face and green, nasty shit coming from every orifice. 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Number 3. It does not make me want to clean by myself all the time because you say, "Baby, you look so sexy scrubbing those floors." Nor, does this comment make me feel sexy. I'll tell you what's sexy, a man that helps with dishes and takes out the trash. </div>
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Number 4. We both have our moments with the kids, but when I say no Dr. Pepper or candy, I mean it. I would like for my children's teeth to stay in their head and would like to have a peaceful evening not a power surge at 9:00 at night. Again, this is not cute or helpful.</div>
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Number 5. Telling me you'll cook and clean the kitchen to give me the night off is really sweet and us women like that. However, when you serve me a nice dinner, which again A+, and let me know that you cooked and I will have to clean is really false advertising and costs you valuable brownie points. This makes me want to punch you. Hard. In the face. </div>
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ETA:<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I need to edit the previous post. I have found another 'no-no' for the hubby.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span></b></div>
<b><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Number 6. Do not drool over the gas station attendant in front of your wife. She will not find it cute that your acting like horny teenager and I'm pretty sure the attendant will not go home with you after seeing you driving a vehicle with cars seats and socks with sandals.</span></b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-59217363986830829982013-07-11T11:54:00.000-07:002013-07-11T13:26:19.431-07:00Crazy Baby NamesI was browsing around on Yahoo and came across this list about <a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/worst-celebrity-baby-names-slideshow/#omg">Celebrity Baby Names</a>. Why would you ever name your baby <a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/blogs/celeb-news/deal-busy-philipps-baby-name-cricket-143620762.html;_ylt=A2KJ3CZc9N5RrjQAhm3WwOZ_">Cricket</a>? I know your name is "Busy Phillipps", but you couldn't have come up with a better name then some annoying insect. What is it with these celebs? You have all the money in the world and you already know, depending on your status, that your baby will be followed from birth until their melt-down teenage years. Have you ever thought to give your child a name that will not become a discussion topic to their on-call therapist?<br />
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I have to say Kimye's choice was far more ridiculous than Cricket. "North West" swish that around in your mouth. It makes me wonder if the child will turn in circles every time she hears her name. "Which way is North West?", "Oh that's me, 'kay!" Beyonce and Jay-Z, which I expected nothing less from them, named their kid "Blue Ivy." Don't you think some kids on the play ground would call her "Blue Waffle"?<br />
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When I had children, I really thought of every which way my kid's name could be made fun of or if the initials would be something like "A.S.S." My kids have semi-popular names, definitely not out of the ordinary. They are also not spelled with a crazy arrangements of letters. Example, Leah-Leygha or Michael-Mykal. This drives me insane and I feel so sorry for the child AND the teacher when roll is called. It reminds me of that joke. The name was '<i>Le-a</i>'. Your first thoughts on pronunciation are "<i>Le Ah, Le A, Lee, Li A</i>" and when the teacher calls Mom and asks, "How do you pronounce your child's name?" The mom replies,"Lee-<b>DASH</b>-A, the dash don't be silent, lady!!"<br />
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I left the kids with 'hubby' and that was my first mistake. I just don't understand how you can't just pick up after yourself. It's really not that hard. Trash goes <i>in</i> the trash can. Laundry <i>in </i>the hamper. When you play with <i>this toy, </i>put it <b>up </b> before you get a new one. This is obviously a really hard concept for anyone other than me. </div>
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I work 40+ hours a week only to work twice as hard at home. I don't even have a weekend anymore. I get off work on Fridays to only rush home to pray I get everything done by Monday. I didn't raise them to be pigs and 'hubby' used to be such a neat freak, my changing outfits in the morning and leaving them on the bed was an outrageous crime. </div>
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Now, let me tell you. I've come up with the sweetest revenge. I give up. I'm done. Throwing in the towel. No more cleaning from Mom. I'll just wear shoes constantly to avoid those damned Lego's and whatever bodily fluid that might end up on my pretty carpet. My kids can look like Mini-Hobos and do what they want. The 'hubby' can wash his own laundry and make his own meals. And I'll just sit back while my house becomes condemned and when they say 'why, Mom, why don't you clean and cook for us anymore?' (in their whiny voices) I'm sure I will have some sly remark such as 'You wanted to be pigs, so I let you all live like pigs' or 'I wanted a new house.' Or something better than all of that. I still have fire coming from my face, so my brain isn't really working this evening. But, it'll be good. It will be <i style="font-weight: bold;">really </i>good. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13921056307022473218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179386064605566565.post-21888634598214123652013-07-09T14:14:00.002-07:002013-07-09T21:44:34.237-07:00Good Vodka Never FailsI have a certain outlook on life. Sarcasm and humor is the best. Good friends and good vodka never fails. You have to roll the with the punches and hit back when the revenge is sweet.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlPxUbsjlGEPOQUoGFxMXFJvoXKksnAnsLSub3Zx3XyvFAdYgC6np7dtN25bosTXBD3SJGPigTNg6HIjms0Nn0wK92OLS8upXkYlDEe8dnvkSGb7NenIlcwtCYWKHmTi2eekpdzGxTNQ/s640/blogger-image--234959280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlPxUbsjlGEPOQUoGFxMXFJvoXKksnAnsLSub3Zx3XyvFAdYgC6np7dtN25bosTXBD3SJGPigTNg6HIjms0Nn0wK92OLS8upXkYlDEe8dnvkSGb7NenIlcwtCYWKHmTi2eekpdzGxTNQ/s640/blogger-image--234959280.jpg"></a></div>
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I have several children, more than two, but less than the Duggar's. My kids are crazy. They leave their trail of toys, clothes and sometimes mud throughout my house with their whiny cries and silly logic. My life is never dull and I'm pretty sure chaos is the new quiet.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEireir24taKM0wrwyi1cGmsL1cWwtBIKG5lP7WmoaTGzTtOSKrx98WdkrrdFJscDqkviG9lx55IG2kba23kfCd6em-vFu5hAsrvdyWumU_MTavGOwsISHbMx_ByzGcIu4Pm7Bdq5-yvzuQ/s640/blogger-image--1206687220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEireir24taKM0wrwyi1cGmsL1cWwtBIKG5lP7WmoaTGzTtOSKrx98WdkrrdFJscDqkviG9lx55IG2kba23kfCd6em-vFu5hAsrvdyWumU_MTavGOwsISHbMx_ByzGcIu4Pm7Bdq5-yvzuQ/s640/blogger-image--1206687220.jpg"></a></div><br>
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I have to say I do enjoy my life. My kids make it fun and interesting at all times. So, strap yourself to your chair and come-a-long for the ride.<br>
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