<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477</id><updated>2025-01-17T06:00:59.741-05:00</updated><category term="Cleaning"/><category term="Febreze"/><category term="Giveaway"/><title type='text'>The Mommie Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-3305000610349809640</id><published>2011-07-20T13:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:54:56.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Worst Mom of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tSqNgoTDoqKcqTYQ-H6FxMgYkDfkv0081P3gEBSrBnqRsx2zTkPT03vDSjmwhp4kR5TIzxVlDzfRB3VilNN79efBnoOfj3H6x30xkLnryB_-NfzQ69NLBtHgzN6OylTnYz6MtklN3S8/s1600/WorstMom.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tSqNgoTDoqKcqTYQ-H6FxMgYkDfkv0081P3gEBSrBnqRsx2zTkPT03vDSjmwhp4kR5TIzxVlDzfRB3VilNN79efBnoOfj3H6x30xkLnryB_-NfzQ69NLBtHgzN6OylTnYz6MtklN3S8/s1600/WorstMom.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I bake cookies for the bake sale.&amp;nbsp; I volunteer for Scouts.&amp;nbsp; I help out in the classroom when needed.&amp;nbsp; I take the children to their sports and activities.&amp;nbsp; I sound like a Super Mom huh?&amp;nbsp; Well lately I feel far from Super Mom!&amp;nbsp; In fact I&#39;m pretty sure I won&#39;t be receiving an application for Mother of the Year this year, and most likely never.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve come to terms with this after seven years of wanting to be the best mother ever.&amp;nbsp; I will be bald and down right bitchy if I continue to try.&amp;nbsp; What good would that do right?&amp;nbsp; So I&#39;m embracing my motherhood failures and I welcome you to embrace yours as well.&amp;nbsp; After all just because we become mother&#39;s that doesn&#39;t make us perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Here are a few things that qualify me for the Worst Mom of the Year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I hate following through with punishment, because really I&#39;m punishing myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have used TV as a babysitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve allowed my children to have cookies for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I once told my oldest child to find a new family since she didn&#39;t like her own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Oh there&#39;s plenty more I could tell, but I&#39;m hoping to hear from some of you!&amp;nbsp; So tell me what qualifies you for the Worst Mom of 2011?&amp;nbsp; Spill it and you could win a prize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJUWu7KnB_3qfUxZQMkRX0oSaOTETsF5QwVnZaNqDbJzLIQx-S9B29-7BWHEUqdX3Vmjd5MVwtAMk9d0g3osQQNIdOoYGL74bdj6Vmb8i9QI7IMKoBlCISzHK6h55c7d2qLfDPplzflM/s1600/WorldsBestMomKeychain.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJUWu7KnB_3qfUxZQMkRX0oSaOTETsF5QwVnZaNqDbJzLIQx-S9B29-7BWHEUqdX3Vmjd5MVwtAMk9d0g3osQQNIdOoYGL74bdj6Vmb8i9QI7IMKoBlCISzHK6h55c7d2qLfDPplzflM/s320/WorldsBestMomKeychain.jpg&quot; width=&quot;281&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s a Worlds Best Mom Key chain that you can personalize with boys or girls, after all, qualifying for Worst Mom of the Year means you&#39;d probably never get one of these key chains otherwise, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s how to enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Leave a comment on this post confessing what qualifies you for Worst Mom of the Year = 1 entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Leave a comment on our facebook page confessing what qualifies you for Worst Mom of the Year = 1 entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Publicly follow this blog = 1 entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Share&amp;nbsp;this post on your&amp;nbsp;facebook page = 1 entry per share per day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Refer a friend who confesses in a comment on this post = 1 entry (be sure to comment and tell us they&#39;re your friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Refer a friend who confesses in a comment on&amp;nbsp;our facebook page&amp;nbsp;= 1 entry (be sure to comment and tell us they&#39;re your friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Follow us on Twitter = 1 entry (comment here saying your follow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Retweet this blog post = 1 entry (comment here that you retweeted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So today I took the munchkins to the movies and it brought up a good question, and who couldn&#39;t I wait to ask..........you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;One of our local theaters offers a great summer movie program.&amp;nbsp; Every Wednesday they show a fairly recent family movie for free.&amp;nbsp; They advertise that the doors open one hour before the movie starts.&amp;nbsp;And when the theater is full, well it&#39;s full.&amp;nbsp; Today they were playing a movie that the munchkins and I haven&#39;t seen and it was my first time going, so I wanted to be there shortly after the doors open so that we could get a seat.&amp;nbsp; We arrive about 5 minutes after the doors had opened.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before we walked in we were each handed a ticket.&amp;nbsp; We took this ticket inside and gave it to the employee at the ticket booth.&amp;nbsp; Then we&amp;nbsp;paid a ridiculous price for a large popcorn and headed into the theater to find a seat.&amp;nbsp; By this time it was about 12 minutes after they opened the doors.&amp;nbsp; We walked into the theater and there was plenty of seats.&amp;nbsp; In fact I&#39;d say there were probably only 20 people or so there.&amp;nbsp; I approached a row in the center section of the theater (there was a 4 seat section on the left &amp;amp; right and a larger section in the center) when a woman told me that she was saving 4 rows.&amp;nbsp; We ended up sitting just behind the rows she was saving.&amp;nbsp; Many more people approached these rows, and all were told that those seats were being saved.&amp;nbsp; After about 15 more minutes, people were piling in.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;seat-saver was still saving her seats and many people were not happy.&amp;nbsp; After another 10 minutes or so, she was still saving her seats and it wasn&#39;t going so well for her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One family&amp;nbsp;said too bad, we&#39;re sitting here, and many followed suit after.&amp;nbsp; Now, while I arrived early, so we still had a great seat, I could see why these people weren&#39;t happy about her saving all of these seats.&amp;nbsp; I mean, it&#39;s a free event, and it&#39;s first come first served.&amp;nbsp; I get that it&#39;s difficult to have children sit and behave for 60 minutes before you ask them to sit and behave again for a 90 minute movie.&amp;nbsp; I really do get it.............but I had to do it, so why does your group get the benefit of coming in 3 minutes (yes that is when they showed up) before the movie starts and still get to sit in the best seats?&amp;nbsp; When the seat-savers friends arrived, they were quite upset that people had filled &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; seats.&amp;nbsp; They didn&#39;t end up&amp;nbsp;needing 4 rows, so it all worked out for them.&amp;nbsp; Now as you can see from my constant observation, my children made it through the wait.&amp;nbsp; Of course the expensive popcorn helped, but non the less, it&#39;s what we had to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So tell me........is saving seats acceptable at a first come first serve event?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3981784973977032717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/06/save-my-seats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/3981784973977032717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/3981784973977032717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/06/save-my-seats.html' title='Save My Seats!!!!'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbdysvQg_MsprUd3_vICNuDrwqGOjcbBDq-onJViRaPy0Q-SWerhpbCd4qzb1Lg_KL0-twpDqev2LxEJTxGGwfxKKcSOLDRdXiflDqPXMyo2MGJzLpYso_xvJw1fFGtFxT0lqisri3sM/s72-c/ReservedSeating.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-7382576311025248819</id><published>2011-06-27T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:14:22.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Just Me?  Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUFQgyiHIv9AG7dw2TRAhxdt1N8GhAhYpaEujkP_Ng8fHSA-Kk8-ncKbBiew7Lgsx1KdcWL-4AVth8iuGGMz8kCydoCYLUaGXYEupmeqF6r2H5P6uphDeJyBHaHeP_MjlbU8tK79MAqI/s1600/NoVacation.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUFQgyiHIv9AG7dw2TRAhxdt1N8GhAhYpaEujkP_Ng8fHSA-Kk8-ncKbBiew7Lgsx1KdcWL-4AVth8iuGGMz8kCydoCYLUaGXYEupmeqF6r2H5P6uphDeJyBHaHeP_MjlbU8tK79MAqI/s1600/NoVacation.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Today is &quot;Is it just me? Monday&quot;&amp;nbsp; and I&#39;ll get right to it.&amp;nbsp; Is it just me or is Summer vacation FAR from a vacation?&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m shuttling children from one activity to another, breaking up fights, packing snacks, crafts and activities at home, breaking up fights, hosting play date after play date, etc.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m just not seeing the Vacation part?&amp;nbsp; School just ended two weeks ago and I&#39;m already pulling my hair out and counting down the days until it starts again.&amp;nbsp; When I was a kid, summer meant playing outside from breakfast until dinner, only coming in for bathroom breaks and to grab a drink, just to head back out after dinner until the street lights came on.&amp;nbsp; Maybe the kids are enjoying this vacation, but I&#39;ll confess, so far this Summer has been anything but a vacation for this Mommie!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;long for&amp;nbsp;a lounge chair on the beach with just my tablet and a margarita.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7382576311025248819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-just-me-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/7382576311025248819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/7382576311025248819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-just-me-monday.html' title='Is it Just Me?  Monday'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUFQgyiHIv9AG7dw2TRAhxdt1N8GhAhYpaEujkP_Ng8fHSA-Kk8-ncKbBiew7Lgsx1KdcWL-4AVth8iuGGMz8kCydoCYLUaGXYEupmeqF6r2H5P6uphDeJyBHaHeP_MjlbU8tK79MAqI/s72-c/NoVacation.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-4338095310605709770</id><published>2011-06-27T11:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:17:36.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBh2jgfudFOKMuuASwrdzbDC3izGWDv8mDV5WZ-88iLGr5XCDy8TRQxkryo-SHKdQ0fnCfh6H-KstZMfTT-MtQvs_qnq7h5_zAuC6fox_LvHdjCIQiR7W6ite0e7GT4S42h3pM8WaIkhc/s1600/ImBack.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBh2jgfudFOKMuuASwrdzbDC3izGWDv8mDV5WZ-88iLGr5XCDy8TRQxkryo-SHKdQ0fnCfh6H-KstZMfTT-MtQvs_qnq7h5_zAuC6fox_LvHdjCIQiR7W6ite0e7GT4S42h3pM8WaIkhc/s1600/ImBack.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&#39;mmmmmmmmmm baaaaaaack!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I apologize for my absence.&amp;nbsp; There was a family emergency that needed my constant attention for quite some time.&amp;nbsp; All is settled and well here I am!&amp;nbsp; Now.....let&#39;s dish!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4338095310605709770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/4338095310605709770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/4338095310605709770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again!'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBh2jgfudFOKMuuASwrdzbDC3izGWDv8mDV5WZ-88iLGr5XCDy8TRQxkryo-SHKdQ0fnCfh6H-KstZMfTT-MtQvs_qnq7h5_zAuC6fox_LvHdjCIQiR7W6ite0e7GT4S42h3pM8WaIkhc/s72-c/ImBack.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-8470314531856208683</id><published>2010-09-14T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:41:22.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mommie&#39;s Got a Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW2Q3MOGxK3UwIwuWnYZHbCtV4abJtWte6ciZqtB8nK3BVA24RVfRb26SoqTsUmb9EJrqoXqbPGBzRk47R1dCShPPAi5o-eEuHAc1own795ZEYB8ghvLSKRXXaQI7ngPef1bcQU_Pvrk/s1600/budget_pie.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; qx=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW2Q3MOGxK3UwIwuWnYZHbCtV4abJtWte6ciZqtB8nK3BVA24RVfRb26SoqTsUmb9EJrqoXqbPGBzRk47R1dCShPPAi5o-eEuHAc1own795ZEYB8ghvLSKRXXaQI7ngPef1bcQU_Pvrk/s320/budget_pie.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;You see, I have this something I&#39;ve always wanted.&amp;nbsp; Only now I&#39;m getting serious about it and I&#39;ve set a goal.&amp;nbsp; This is a long term goal, a VERY long term goal.&amp;nbsp; However in order to reach the long term goal, I&#39;ve made&amp;nbsp;several short term goals&amp;nbsp;to be met&amp;nbsp;along the way.&amp;nbsp; As with things we want, this something involves money, so therefore this Mommie&#39;s on a budget.&amp;nbsp; A strict budget.&amp;nbsp; A really strict budget. I&#39;m sure in the coming months I&#39;ll be whining and complaining&amp;nbsp;about the little things I want, or the places we&#39;re NOT going, so when I do, just remind of that something that I&#39;ve always wanted.&amp;nbsp; In the mean time I&#39;m cutting all corners and having a big piece of budget pie.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8470314531856208683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-mommies-got-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/8470314531856208683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/8470314531856208683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-mommies-got-goal.html' title='This Mommie&#39;s Got a Goal'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW2Q3MOGxK3UwIwuWnYZHbCtV4abJtWte6ciZqtB8nK3BVA24RVfRb26SoqTsUmb9EJrqoXqbPGBzRk47R1dCShPPAi5o-eEuHAc1own795ZEYB8ghvLSKRXXaQI7ngPef1bcQU_Pvrk/s72-c/budget_pie.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-5905521132582666154</id><published>2010-08-11T21:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:34:42.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Educational TV at it&#39;s Finest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Preschool on TV.......that&#39;s what they call themselves right?&amp;nbsp; Am I the only one that thinks NOT?&amp;nbsp; Now, don&#39;t get me wrong I find a number of these shows cute and entertaining, but some, I just wonder where the education is?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnK6_aTwf4sPxMh_pVukVLiycBiP6TUYW06MszjYdUCZvg2W3_j8TTas_lM8BWSC0M9qgMoeTBT8hI6DX_QXfqeulIieUJEJzwtbxaGwg3pTwMnSnWqZyKU_8QOFS9YZqmRp3UzSwsGs/s1600/nobarney.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnK6_aTwf4sPxMh_pVukVLiycBiP6TUYW06MszjYdUCZvg2W3_j8TTas_lM8BWSC0M9qgMoeTBT8hI6DX_QXfqeulIieUJEJzwtbxaGwg3pTwMnSnWqZyKU_8QOFS9YZqmRp3UzSwsGs/s320/nobarney.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max &amp;amp; Ruby was one of Sunshine&#39;s (my first grader) favorite shows when she was preschool aged.&amp;nbsp; It taught her a lot.&amp;nbsp; She learned to talk in an annoying whiny voice, to always be the&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;in control of things, never compromise,&amp;nbsp;not having&amp;nbsp;supervision&amp;nbsp;is perfectly normal, and it&#39;s acceptable to respond with only one word.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Then there&#39;s Oobi, another show with no parents.&amp;nbsp; Even Grandpoo couldn&#39;t speak using complete sentences.&amp;nbsp; I liked how much they used their imagination, you know as much as a talking hand could, is it necessary to speak in third person constantly?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When Sunshine was younger and watched The Wiggles, I never said anything remotely negative, but now that Monkey (my toddler) watches it and&amp;nbsp;hottie Greg Wiggle is off the show, I&#39;ll say it...............WTH?&amp;nbsp; Four grown men living together,&amp;nbsp;each will only wear one&amp;nbsp;color clothing, and who&#39;s best friend is a pirate who&#39;s sword is a feather?&amp;nbsp; (Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp; I reserve the right to retract this opinion if Greg Wiggle ever returns)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dora.&amp;nbsp; Now that&#39;s a girl who loves adventure.&amp;nbsp; I think she&#39;s a little young to be off on her own so much.&amp;nbsp; Instead maybe her parents should schedule some play dates for her.&amp;nbsp; You know........with another human! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Little Bill, now&amp;nbsp;here&#39;s a well rounded show.&amp;nbsp; He&#39;s got parent&#39;s and a grandparent, lives at home with his family, has human friends, and depicts real family situations.&amp;nbsp; The only negative thing I can say about Little Bill is that there are not enough episodes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Monkey&#39;s favorite show is Sesame Street.&amp;nbsp; While sometimes the voices can be annoying,&amp;nbsp;Monkey loves it and it really is educational.&amp;nbsp; Questions have been raised about Bert and Ernie, but they&#39;re probably right.&amp;nbsp; They do argue like an old married couple.&amp;nbsp; The Count is awesome.&amp;nbsp; Being a Dracula is close enough to a vampire.......right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;There are a number of shows I find educational and plenty I find questionable in content, but I think they&#39;re cute, so I give them a pass.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I shouldn&#39;t care.&amp;nbsp; After all most of the cartoons I watched didn&#39;t have speaking characters.&amp;nbsp; Or something shipped from Acme was always blowing up.&amp;nbsp; Maybe children&#39;s programing has come a long way and I&#39;m just to stuck up to see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Just because&amp;nbsp;I might complain, or find some of these showing &lt;strike&gt;nauseating&lt;/strike&gt; slightly annoying, it hasn&#39;t stopped me from having Dora or whoever else was available at the time, babysit while I get a much needed shower, or make that phone call&amp;nbsp;where I actually needed to hear what the other person was saying.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5905521132582666154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/educational-tv-at-its-finest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/5905521132582666154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/5905521132582666154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/educational-tv-at-its-finest.html' title='Educational TV at it&#39;s Finest!'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnK6_aTwf4sPxMh_pVukVLiycBiP6TUYW06MszjYdUCZvg2W3_j8TTas_lM8BWSC0M9qgMoeTBT8hI6DX_QXfqeulIieUJEJzwtbxaGwg3pTwMnSnWqZyKU_8QOFS9YZqmRp3UzSwsGs/s72-c/nobarney.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-563985060100512204</id><published>2010-08-04T19:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:02:49.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mommie Uniform</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikHZYnIp_jXTTpIvtVqd_folm9x2FYZz4CAngkoWDMEd6cR-4tq-bGoPYwdeof8TwYwkp-C9oSkObWeBUATAESfGCgtv8TpCp6OT3Rze_NOH-00Bw2V-VBJQzGhfbgxiqYq5sTB3Afow/s1600/MommieUniform2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; bx=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikHZYnIp_jXTTpIvtVqd_folm9x2FYZz4CAngkoWDMEd6cR-4tq-bGoPYwdeof8TwYwkp-C9oSkObWeBUATAESfGCgtv8TpCp6OT3Rze_NOH-00Bw2V-VBJQzGhfbgxiqYq5sTB3Afow/s320/MommieUniform2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Khaki&#39;s and a solid color shirt.&amp;nbsp; My entire wardrobe seems to consist of nothing other than these two separates.&amp;nbsp; Well that&#39;s not entirely true, there are khaki capri&#39;s for summer of course.&amp;nbsp; Clearly I have a Mommie uniform.&amp;nbsp; I didn&#39;t really take notice of this until recently.&amp;nbsp; I see so many other moms out and about this summer and they look fabulous.&amp;nbsp; Make up on, hair styled, great clothes, awesome shoes, and even a smile on their faces.&amp;nbsp; This summer I&#39;m lucky to just brush my hair and teeth before jetting out the door.&amp;nbsp; Sure my khaki&#39;s and tops don&#39;t look too bad, that is if you don&#39;t take into account that they&#39;re stained.&amp;nbsp; Or they have fresh snot somewhere on them.&amp;nbsp; They looked nice when I bought them...................four or five years ago.&amp;nbsp; Since becoming a Mommie sixish years ago, I have not made myself a priority.&amp;nbsp; There isn&#39;t enough time in the day to take care of everyone AND take care of me.&amp;nbsp; I try to get my shower in the evenings when the kids have gone to bed, you know after the dishes are done, laundry is put away and lunches are made.&amp;nbsp; By then I&#39;m exhausted and have spent almost zero time with my husband.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve made the decision to make some ME time!&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s right, at least two hours each week, I&#39;m going to do something to take care of myself.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps a facial, mani - pedi, or even just a trip to the gym alone.&amp;nbsp; (Lord knows I need to go there)&amp;nbsp; Whatever it may be, I&#39;m going to make ME a priority again!&amp;nbsp; I may not go back to the days before children, when I never went out of the house without every hair in place and eyelashes that could knock you out, but I will do the little things that I don&#39;t do now.&amp;nbsp; In fact I think my first ME time will be spent going to purchase all new make up!&amp;nbsp; Confess - Do you have a Mommie uniform?&amp;nbsp; If you make ME time, how do you do it and what do you do?&amp;nbsp; I&#39;d love to hear from you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/563985060100512204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/mommie-uniform.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/563985060100512204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/563985060100512204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/mommie-uniform.html' title='The Mommie Uniform'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikHZYnIp_jXTTpIvtVqd_folm9x2FYZz4CAngkoWDMEd6cR-4tq-bGoPYwdeof8TwYwkp-C9oSkObWeBUATAESfGCgtv8TpCp6OT3Rze_NOH-00Bw2V-VBJQzGhfbgxiqYq5sTB3Afow/s72-c/MommieUniform2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-375295192286362505</id><published>2010-07-21T19:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T07:07:54.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain &amp; Simple - I&#39;m a hypocrite Mommie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn4BSQxBsGKjsYarQpq3Gb-WGXpMJ64b0voNu3HKl6xv7kOwadvVQdz6ZFkIwOUckEgkU8oQn4AdjrXpSQbMGFS91GFjMUOAybheD4uPBJtoTxs9kI0Cr01hMnVjyiopaG9FWtjbao5CU/s1600/hypocrite.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; hw=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn4BSQxBsGKjsYarQpq3Gb-WGXpMJ64b0voNu3HKl6xv7kOwadvVQdz6ZFkIwOUckEgkU8oQn4AdjrXpSQbMGFS91GFjMUOAybheD4uPBJtoTxs9kI0Cr01hMnVjyiopaG9FWtjbao5CU/s320/hypocrite.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Every morning when I wake up,&amp;nbsp;I fill my cup full of Mommie Hypocrisy, or so at least it seems.&amp;nbsp; Practice what you preach.&amp;nbsp; Lead by example.&amp;nbsp; Oh I&#39;ve tried, but I never seem to succeed.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t worry though I&#39;m not always a hypocrite, only to those who matter most to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Eat this not that, is what I&#39;ll say.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Because Mommie is will be eating that the second your pretty little head hits the pillow tonight, is what I&#39;m thinking.&amp;nbsp; Why is it that I allow myself to eat&amp;nbsp; unhealthy, but not my children?&amp;nbsp; It must be because I want better&amp;nbsp;for my children, or at least for them to know better right?&amp;nbsp; Wait......I know better but, well for now, I&#39;ll just go with the can&#39;t teach an old dog new tricks excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Clean up your room please.&amp;nbsp; Clean up your room please.&amp;nbsp; Clean up your room please.&amp;nbsp; I must say this at least 10 times a week.&amp;nbsp; She&#39;s not really in her room that often, so how on earth does it get so messy.&amp;nbsp; Some days I truly wonder how she can even sleep in her bed.&amp;nbsp; Sure, most kids have stuffed animals and such, but my first grader has books, journals, bracelets, heck I even found a sand art project in there.&amp;nbsp; Then I go into my bedroom at night.&amp;nbsp; Laundry basket piled high.&amp;nbsp; Bins stacked along the wall that are filled with kids clothing I&#39;m sorting for an upcoming consignment sale.&amp;nbsp; Dust along my dresser top.&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;carpet screaming for a vacuum.&amp;nbsp; Once again, do as I say, not as I do.&amp;nbsp; I like to blame alot of this on my lack of time, but I&#39;ll confess, I truly don&#39;t &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;There are a few other things as well.&amp;nbsp; Like no food allowed upstairs has been a rule since we moved into this house almost 4 years ago, yet I often have a bedtime snack while watching tv in bed with my hubby.&amp;nbsp; Since I mentioned&amp;nbsp;tv in the room, well I won&#39;t allow my children a tv in their room, but, as you just read, I have one in mine.&amp;nbsp; Mixed messages much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I often say, I&#39;ll fix these things, but honestly, I never do.&amp;nbsp; Heck, I thought I was doing better now that I don&#39;t lie to my oldest anymore.&amp;nbsp; Well really she can read now, so I had no choice.&amp;nbsp; Telling her the sign says only 10 children allowed to play at once when we needed to get in and out of the mall without a forever long stop at the play area seemed like a good idea at the time.&amp;nbsp; This parenting thing isn&#39;t easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I even enjoy the decorating part too. It&#39;s just that things never turn out the way I picture them. I confess, I have two children and have never once baked them a birthday cake. I did buy an adorable way over priced cookie cutter once and baked cookies as part of a party treat bag. They tasted delicious, but looked as though a preschooler decorated them.....blindfolded. I keep telling myself that in a year or so I&#39;ll have some free time and I&#39;ll take those decorating classes I&#39;ve been wanting to, then I&#39;ll bake their cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Truly though I shouldn&#39;t be so hard on myself. I think it&#39;s safe to say that even Betty Crocker has been out done. I mean her cakes never spun or included batteries, right? Maybe I just watch too many cake competitions, but I want to make a three foot topsy turvy rotating cake complete with sparklers too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5584296779663432242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/even-betty-crocker-has-been-out-done-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/5584296779663432242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/5584296779663432242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/even-betty-crocker-has-been-out-done-so.html' title='Even Betty Crocker has been out done, so why do I feel so guilty?'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OiZxRkD8iNndUsQfnuG_EV8SfllP-EGMPdRTwPlRDiT5H4pWwABfAwrn1wlOpFuSMFr5WsXLtY82_GEA7e2357ze-RliecuIU7iAXObnm4zg1nul84i5LJ6ciOd-EzVhdCAPxF9x24o/s72-c/BettyCrocker.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-2383256160369640624</id><published>2010-07-15T12:36:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:11:52.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey Jersey Jersey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-As26oSS5-ObuMAf5-QrSVcMOdNsZMfF7cPnv9Fckn63pBcxcWJ0VRlXRl49xw0OaOm043QAnBoBvNOwijc43R1PQChYRHkqSO6f1QrKT2yC6P_BbYD0eApKqDlaBs6YeSyPmRiKmlkk/s1600/rhonj.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494181956877632002&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqqNc3BOC0cWBfpyYr_Klo7alRSqboir1nuZvgdkSSGpsqZmgqTkXIBILNxXRZtgFriy9E-havnnJpRbgM6TvXeVXgYsSqAnhw1SZCMgN-21dpsFIkzfF9oAwdvqtTI28WJC6ceCEjbg/s400/welcome+to+new+jersey+sign.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Is it me or is New Jersey all over TV lately? Don&#39;t get me wrong I&#39;m not complaining. I can&#39;t get enough either. I&#39;ll confess some of my favorite shows are Jersey shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bravotv.com/the-real-housewives-of-new-jersey&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494186504531289698&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-As26oSS5-ObuMAf5-QrSVcMOdNsZMfF7cPnv9Fckn63pBcxcWJ0VRlXRl49xw0OaOm043QAnBoBvNOwijc43R1PQChYRHkqSO6f1QrKT2yC6P_BbYD0eApKqDlaBs6YeSyPmRiKmlkk/s320/rhonj.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bravotv.com/the-real-housewives-of-new-jersey&quot;&gt;The Real Housewives of New Jersey&lt;/a&gt; is the 4&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; show in &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Bravo&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; Real Housewives franchise. The show follows a group of women who certainly aren&#39;t lacking in drama. I confess to loving all the Real Housewives shows and this one makes it easy. I love love love watching &lt;a href=&quot;http://teresagiudice.com/&quot;&gt;Teresa&lt;/a&gt; and her beautiful girls. I adore Caroline and check my mail each day hoping for the letter from her saying I&#39;m her long lost sister. Jacqueline and I would be great friends, well that is if she knew me. Danielle......well....she does provide the drama, even if she does get under my skin (&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;pssst&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Wom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;n is singular and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Wom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;n is plural). Doesn&#39;t matter how crazy, catty, or over the top these women (plural) are, I&#39;m definitely tuning in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHue-IAVPnvPE7uzVmJBWfxgJyJGEqHaYU25Na2lI-vXcnpd1eMxWp3R4grl8iq15EEK3Q-IOuYrzvMtxfUi7rdBaGm_SMgFM5kHu8I1clFT5LfTYlBKRzJS94jaL4C_s_5zEzEUBZDFo/s1600/jerseylicious_main.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494192830733507170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHue-IAVPnvPE7uzVmJBWfxgJyJGEqHaYU25Na2lI-vXcnpd1eMxWp3R4grl8iq15EEK3Q-IOuYrzvMtxfUi7rdBaGm_SMgFM5kHu8I1clFT5LfTYlBKRzJS94jaL4C_s_5zEzEUBZDFo/s400/jerseylicious_main.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;re in New Jersey you might have a difficult time getting an appointment at The Gatsby Salon thanks to My Style channels&#39; show &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mystyle.com/mystyle/shows/jerseylicious/index.jsp&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Jerseylicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I came in late during the first season and had to find the previous episodes because I was hooked. Season 2 starts late September and my calendar is marked. I&#39;m dying to know.......do Olivia and Tracy bury the hatchet? Are there wedding bells for Gigi and Frankie? Come on season 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5u90P8BlrGZmPK5xNAC26KIDRqMTSKq9e5BOpboJXfh5wX06PT3F_hg6w9xB3WhiGJFIKg6xllN8Gu-JmHZuKRnO6n-DMTiu9eA60YwJ8V0TqEHfwg4MVvD0DDskfilEdIa36KVqasaE/s1600/CakeBoss.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494198671627188354&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5u90P8BlrGZmPK5xNAC26KIDRqMTSKq9e5BOpboJXfh5wX06PT3F_hg6w9xB3WhiGJFIKg6xllN8Gu-JmHZuKRnO6n-DMTiu9eA60YwJ8V0TqEHfwg4MVvD0DDskfilEdIa36KVqasaE/s400/CakeBoss.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Carlos&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; City Hall Bake Shop in small town &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Hoboken&lt;/span&gt;, New Jersey is no longer a favorite amongst locals only. Ever since &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;TLC&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/cake-boss/&quot;&gt;Cake Boss&lt;/a&gt; premiered, the bakery has been mobbed. I wonder if Buddy ever contacted &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.foodnetwork.com/ace-of-cakes/index.html&quot;&gt;Duff&lt;/a&gt; for advice? Cake Boss isn&#39;t your typical baking show. It&#39;s a cup of drama, a tablespoon of family chaos with a pinch of cakes mixed in. I&#39;ll confess I have yet to physically try any of their cakes or treats, but I swear sometimes I can taste it while I&#39;m watching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgF_VE2Y4VMIjR4W7SFNzyZ7qx_-i9MkKd7v5WuJGcVRRxyjsTE32hhyDBUoKQWNVLqFXcLvykjZ0isSy_OtWHlPCsR06CEOgYgPWCoQSwmsTUZT7KmSYWnHwLKQ5JWiVo8cZ6eCtukM/s1600/jerseycouture.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494208093150214898&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgF_VE2Y4VMIjR4W7SFNzyZ7qx_-i9MkKd7v5WuJGcVRRxyjsTE32hhyDBUoKQWNVLqFXcLvykjZ0isSy_OtWHlPCsR06CEOgYgPWCoQSwmsTUZT7KmSYWnHwLKQ5JWiVo8cZ6eCtukM/s400/jerseycouture.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll confess I just recently started watching &lt;a href=&quot;http://jersey-couture.oxygen.com/meet-the-cast-jersey-couture&quot;&gt;Jersey Couture&lt;/a&gt; on Oxygen, but I&#39;m already hooked. Kimberly and Christina are hysterical! Diane &amp;amp; Co. has a dress for every Jersey-Fab occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG942Ip9zvRnoIrFHCQs1JTJkxrdwQ2YW_jkNwQJg4laqp7hztzuf6WDT8lr3C23LMsPIkgDjWL94vlxwFwPaP9R9vWbCrPY-MRpxRhP29El7jnvl0UYhihK9JldD1t8HG1_BTNnQPD8Q/s1600/JerseyShore.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494211168280025106&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG942Ip9zvRnoIrFHCQs1JTJkxrdwQ2YW_jkNwQJg4laqp7hztzuf6WDT8lr3C23LMsPIkgDjWL94vlxwFwPaP9R9vWbCrPY-MRpxRhP29El7jnvl0UYhihK9JldD1t8HG1_BTNnQPD8Q/s400/JerseyShore.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;MTV&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mtv.com/shows/jersey_shore/season_2/series.jhtml&quot;&gt;Jersey Shore&lt;/a&gt;.......what can I say? I love every fist pumping second of it! July 29&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; cannot come fast enough! When the show first started I heard the buzz, but never bothered to tune in, thinking it sounded ridiculous. Then one week while my husband was out of town and I got to actually touch the remote control, I figured I&#39;d check it out. (&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, who am I kidding, I was watching another MTV show and Jersey Shore came on after) I&#39;ve since watched the first season twice and am waiting with baited breath to see the gang hit Miami for season 2 in a couple weeks. Are Ronnie and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Sammi&lt;/span&gt; still together? Could Pauly D possibly get any hotter? Is The Situation&#39;s head going to fit through the door of their new place? Has &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Snooki&lt;/span&gt; found herself a juice head? I bet Angelina is happy that they brought her back for the second season, surely she was kicking herself daily for leaving the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what is it with New Jersey? I&#39;m not sure, but they sure have become my guilty pleasure! So comment and confess.......What shows are your guilty pleasure? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2383256160369640624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/jersey-jersey-jersey.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/2383256160369640624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/2383256160369640624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/jersey-jersey-jersey.html' title='Jersey Jersey Jersey'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqqNc3BOC0cWBfpyYr_Klo7alRSqboir1nuZvgdkSSGpsqZmgqTkXIBILNxXRZtgFriy9E-havnnJpRbgM6TvXeVXgYsSqAnhw1SZCMgN-21dpsFIkzfF9oAwdvqtTI28WJC6ceCEjbg/s72-c/welcome+to+new+jersey+sign.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-5795005642484524659</id><published>2010-07-15T08:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:06:44.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Entertainment Book Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.entertainment.com/discount/?LinkName=10AFF_JULY&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494117534664415522&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLRVv1YPJbIM3S6tw1cpfhTRPHDz3QA4g0DwsVvZ6zgbSouF2XpoJADJSPt0NMgUawslTd88OnOG9ujQqM9x0W6Nt6LiVduZE3K0l3GuhzO_FCGt9Qm5RHbgfuyxRGgxKYl9ptcrrLpU/s400/EntertainmentBook.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I know many Mommies love the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.entertainment.com/discount/?LinkName=10AFF_JULY&quot;&gt;Entertainment Book&lt;/a&gt;............I know I do! So I thought I&#39;d pass along this clearance deal.  You get two 2010 Entertainment books for $10.  You must order at least two books in order to receive this discount.  Also shipping is FREE.  If for some reason shipping cost shows for your order, try clearing your cookies, and if that doesn&#39;t work just phone your order in.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5795005642484524659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010-entertainment-book-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/5795005642484524659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/5795005642484524659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010-entertainment-book-deal.html' title='2010 Entertainment Book Deal'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLRVv1YPJbIM3S6tw1cpfhTRPHDz3QA4g0DwsVvZ6zgbSouF2XpoJADJSPt0NMgUawslTd88OnOG9ujQqM9x0W6Nt6LiVduZE3K0l3GuhzO_FCGt9Qm5RHbgfuyxRGgxKYl9ptcrrLpU/s72-c/EntertainmentBook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-5272746915528396620</id><published>2010-07-14T20:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:40:54.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground Rules?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjes-F7vnb0QfKOfA1FnXuWUUO4mplYBYmjomwOqL-S5jLr7IrUZtUGcu6yZISK8vI8NKJx0PMy5t02IIGFvHd5leUZS7TQ7eUduSJiGlcWVIycTbJleNbubgq8X1pDA4CXQEHKajp0kPQ/s1600/playground_rules_sign.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493921238223068610&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjes-F7vnb0QfKOfA1FnXuWUUO4mplYBYmjomwOqL-S5jLr7IrUZtUGcu6yZISK8vI8NKJx0PMy5t02IIGFvHd5leUZS7TQ7eUduSJiGlcWVIycTbJleNbubgq8X1pDA4CXQEHKajp0kPQ/s400/playground_rules_sign.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Most playgrounds seem to have a couple specific rules and a couple that are left up to parents to define. I&#39;ve seen many that say the play area was designed for certain ages, children are to play safely, and aren&#39;t to be left unattended. Should playgrounds post more specific rules? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Take the sliding board for example. I have two children and have spent many o&#39; days at various playgrounds and each visit we&#39;ve seen children who&#39;s parent&#39;s permit them to go up the slide, and parent&#39;s who do not allow this. Why some parents see it as more of a safety concern as opposed to misuse of equipment. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Then there are the swings. Playgrounds just don&#39;t seem to have enough swings. Children will wait and wait, only to have spent their time waiting and not playing because they wanted a turn on the swings. Should there be a time limit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Then there are the parents who allow their younger child to play on the equipment meant for older children because big brother or big sister is with them, and all the while they fuss about the older children not being cautious around their little one. Same rings true for the parents who allow their older child to play on the equipment meant for the smaller children. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Now, I know signs wouldn&#39;t solve all the playground issues everywhere, but I&#39;m wondering if it would make it better. I know it&#39;s easier for me to point out a sign to my oldest and explain that&#39;s why Mommie said no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;So....comment and confess! Do you allow your child to walk up a slide or is that a no no? Have you ever allowed your child a tad longer time on the swings when others are waiting or has your child waited forever while some other child took their sweet time? Confess your playground peeves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5272746915528396620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/playground-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/5272746915528396620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530940517502614477/posts/default/5272746915528396620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommieconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/playground-rules.html' title='Playground Rules?'/><author><name>The Mommie Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859395983477174728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlWzVu2xcZpeMu3pLpLdeQQ-seh2Sr736zepXFNYXLqwSZJ2AP7rPNz9zOtreRlj4OjGHb4d1dcwH-CMDEPSOLVL_acsa2xGCaC9swuwPg5AvWXtXMbCxcgytiRbFg/s220/MommysSippy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjes-F7vnb0QfKOfA1FnXuWUUO4mplYBYmjomwOqL-S5jLr7IrUZtUGcu6yZISK8vI8NKJx0PMy5t02IIGFvHd5leUZS7TQ7eUduSJiGlcWVIycTbJleNbubgq8X1pDA4CXQEHKajp0kPQ/s72-c/playground_rules_sign.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530940517502614477.post-2372482899764851503</id><published>2010-07-14T08:31:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:22:58.137-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cleaning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Febreze"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Giveaway"/><title type='text'>Home Cleaning Services - Luxury or Necessity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493747361250580370&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtVnt3ftoyphcZiJsc147jk5HLvxK4gKTv-TU15SkZcqwUi2YoQkOkEnICK1nzoXwarseq44H4vlHViUeJeZhMydabLBhkw47CKxd_elD9-i3sCzv5HFVOI4rPu8N_8BIxRZWSEcu-VY/s320/ComingClean1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Some might say it depends on where you live, how much money you make, whether you work outside the home,or some other variable, but the question remains the same.......is having a house cleaner a luxury or a necessity?&lt;br /&gt;
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I recently read the Coming Clean article in the July 2010 issue of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.parents.com/parents-magazine/&quot;&gt;Parent&#39;s Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, and could relate to much of the article. A few lines that really stood out to me were:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;The refrigerator and stove are streaked with hasty dinner efforts. If we were a restaurant, we&#39;d be closed down by the health department.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;...once you have your house cleaned by someone else, it really is like being addicted. I&#39;d eat beans every night before giving it up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe that&#39;s it.......if you haven&#39;t had your home cleaned by someone else, you don&#39;t know what you&#39;re missing. I had someone come in to clean my home just once. I was so excited. I thought the price was right and I even de-cluttered the day before (which you&#39;ll soon learn is an ongoing activity for me) so that she would have no trouble getting to anything. What a let down my experience was. She advertised wiping walls, dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing floors and bathrooms, and so on. When she left the house smelled fabulous. I loved whatever cleaning agent she used, that is on what she DID clean. I wasn&#39;t picky either. I didn&#39;t even care about the deep cleaning steps she advertised, I was happy for everyday cleaning. However she never even wiped the kitchen counters or stove, and completely forgot to vacuum the living room carpet or sweep and mop the kitchen and dining room. I never bothered to contact her again, nor did I contact another cleaner, but after this article, I really want to. I feel my house is constantly in disarray and I truly cannot relax in messes. I try to catch up, but it seems like a trade off. Sure I can get the kitchen spotless, but then I walk into the living room and see the mess my 2 year old made while I was busy in the kitchen. I often feel it&#39;s not worth it. Then I decided no problem, I do everything once both kids are in bed. Well then it&#39;s so late I&#39;ve spent no time with my husband. Where is the middle? A cleaning person would solve many of these issues. I believe I&#39;ll do some research on cost and approach my husband with this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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