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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hope you can all join me at my new home! Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/V0GcN2LfQNs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/V0GcN2LfQNs/moving-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/05/moving-on.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-5512493195267662537</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 12:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-09T07:26:52.299-05:00</atom:updated><title>Can Kids Really Cause Brain Clutter?</title><description>I've asked myself this question many times. How in the heck do kids cause parents to accumulate brain clutter at such an alarming rate? What causes this disturbing phenomenon?&amp;nbsp; When was the last time you were able to have and hold one complete thought in your mind, without significant fragmentation? BK, yep, before kids!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am realizing that the closer we orbit toward the teen years, the faster my mind fills up with tiny, but colorful, bits of brain clutter. Could this be ccompared to the Space Junk that we hear so much about? Here at Mommies In Orbit, most everything that happens consciously or unconsciously has something to do with the universe. It's just the way I'm wired. &lt;br /&gt;
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Preteens demand, but don't always get their own way. When we feel the inevitable&amp;nbsp;shift, the parental unit begins to crack, and&amp;nbsp;our brain clutter not only increases in mass,&amp;nbsp;but begins to swirl around in our heads. Preteen babble and bickering are now in full force.&amp;nbsp; Mood swings are comparable to the rides at your local carnival. And Mom hasn't had ONE complete rational thought for about, well, let's see, twelve years. Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Complete thoughts are a thing of the past!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/9ZNW7NO5xpg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/9ZNW7NO5xpg/can-kids-really-cause-brain-clutter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov4Cecwj5s4/T6pesh_SYzI/AAAAAAAACI4/RWOHDtNGefE/s72-c/crazed+Mom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/05/can-kids-really-cause-brain-clutter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-8268706061014960804</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-07T20:01:09.437-05:00</atom:updated><title>An Epic Journey!</title><description>Parenting, it's all about journeys, milestones and sometimes insanity. That's not the &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; definition of parenting, but it's mine. In a mere 13 days we are about to close the doors on our elementary school journey and enter into an entirely new orbit called,&lt;em&gt; Middle School Madness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Not only will we be getting up at the crack of dawn, meeting new kids and teachers, but I can already &lt;em&gt;feel the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;shift&lt;/em&gt; in the attitudes.&amp;nbsp;We are about to enter a new solar system. Going from top dog 5th graders at elementary school, to the bottom of the totem&amp;nbsp;pole at middle school&amp;nbsp;is a big change.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mommies In Orbit has all Summer to prepare for the inevitable explosions that are bound to occur as we get closer to&amp;nbsp;our epic journey. In my mind I can picture the solar flares&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp; hot glowing gases, that release tremendous amounts of energy into space, or my kitchen, whichever comes first. &lt;br /&gt;
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But first we have to survive the Summer of 2012. And with two preteens who have no interest in camps, who are too young to stay home alone, and one Mom who is already at her Prozac limit, it's&amp;nbsp;looking like it's gonna be&amp;nbsp;a "Long Hot Summer!" Right Keith?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Keith Urban, St. Louis, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/nrFjLYcuy5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/nrFjLYcuy5I/epic-journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fixpwBigKVA/T6hs1jRA_gI/AAAAAAAACIs/NYk6NvLQ_2A/s72-c/DSC00445.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/05/epic-journey.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-7743507702556593754</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-06T21:24:18.517-05:00</atom:updated><title>Black Dogs Are Awesome, Adopt!</title><description>&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/onetailatatime"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/onetailatatime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6azLhFuOzY/T6cyAi-FPeI/AAAAAAAACIg/ySNV8TbkUxM/s1600/Back+in+Black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6azLhFuOzY/T6cyAi-FPeI/AAAAAAAACIg/ySNV8TbkUxM/s640/Back+in+Black.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/_VClGy__oAs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/_VClGy__oAs/black-dogs-are-awesome-adopt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6azLhFuOzY/T6cyAi-FPeI/AAAAAAAACIg/ySNV8TbkUxM/s72-c/Back+in+Black.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/05/black-dogs-are-awesome-adopt.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-5397522388026973861</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-05T23:06:42.372-05:00</atom:updated><title>B-2 Spirit Stealth Bomber!</title><description>Really, one of these planes flew right over&amp;nbsp;my house today, it was awesome to see&amp;nbsp;and at the same time very much like a Star Wars episode!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ-CJT_Munw/T6X4qfEBdlI/AAAAAAAACHU/m_TDHNNC2Zs/s1600/NorthropB-2StealthBomber-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ-CJT_Munw/T6X4qfEBdlI/AAAAAAAACHU/m_TDHNNC2Zs/s1600/NorthropB-2StealthBomber-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Click on the link for photos:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.widescreenstuff.com/2009/03/b-2-spirit-stealth-bomber-widescreen.html"&gt;HD Widescreen Wallpaper.: B-2 Spirit Stealth Bomber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/WXojEbgLvWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/WXojEbgLvWw/hd-widescreen-wallpaper-b-2-spirit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ-CJT_Munw/T6X4qfEBdlI/AAAAAAAACHU/m_TDHNNC2Zs/s72-c/NorthropB-2StealthBomber-1-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/05/hd-widescreen-wallpaper-b-2-spirit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-609704475876476555</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2012 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-04T11:50:11.225-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Cinco De Mayo!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqGdUxR8h7s/T6QIP_tKWlI/AAAAAAAACEs/PF_up1nEHG0/s1600/cinco-de-mayo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqGdUxR8h7s/T6QIP_tKWlI/AAAAAAAACEs/PF_up1nEHG0/s320/cinco-de-mayo.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/z0IITz8u7EI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/z0IITz8u7EI/happy-cinco-de-mayo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqGdUxR8h7s/T6QIP_tKWlI/AAAAAAAACEs/PF_up1nEHG0/s72-c/cinco-de-mayo.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/05/happy-cinco-de-mayo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-4313163799286688742</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-01T20:46:08.574-05:00</atom:updated><title>Reality Check!</title><description>Yep, it's that&amp;nbsp;time again. Time to face things head-on as we get geared up for Summer. My kids are out of school in a mere three weeks, and that scares the heck out of me.&amp;nbsp;It's such a huge change for all of us. I depend on the school bus to keep my sanity in check. &lt;br /&gt;
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The Top Five Reasons My Kids Should Stay in School:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because Mommies In Orbit really wants them to!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My kids and I get along much better when we are separated by at least 10&amp;nbsp;miles!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Too much preteen babble and chaos swirling around me makes me dizzy.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Uhmmm, I like my alone time way too much to give it up.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="countdown_intro"&gt;I'm afraid that after two and a half months of summer break with my kids, I may wish I were being swallowed up by a Black Hole in space!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="countdown_intro"&gt;Isn't that enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAYFCStpkag/T6CRR_G8GDI/AAAAAAAACEc/yCJTY0546HE/s1600/brain01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAYFCStpkag/T6CRR_G8GDI/AAAAAAAACEc/yCJTY0546HE/s1600/brain01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brain on Summer Break!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="countdown_intro"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/P2Hft_OxIPU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/P2Hft_OxIPU/reality-check.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAYFCStpkag/T6CRR_G8GDI/AAAAAAAACEc/yCJTY0546HE/s72-c/brain01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/05/reality-check.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-3848849627529001963</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-27T15:03:26.597-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dual Attitude Adjustments!</title><description>Just&amp;nbsp;when I think I've gotten through to one of my kids and we experience peace for one evening, the other one explodes with fury. Yes, it's a fact! Fraternal twins are, according to definition,&lt;span class="ft"&gt; dizygotic (DZ) &lt;strong&gt;twins&lt;/strong&gt;, also commonly called&amp;nbsp;"non-identical &lt;strong&gt;twins&lt;/strong&gt;", or in our case, "&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;dissimilar &lt;strong&gt;twins." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ft"&gt;On occasion, Mommies In Orbit has a handful of different, descriptive names for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ft"&gt;At times, they band together and stick up for one another, but this is about as often as I've seen Halley's Comet which is&amp;nbsp;visible from Earth about every 75 years!&amp;nbsp; LOL! Mostly, and yes I've said this before,&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;yell, tease and&amp;nbsp;yelp&amp;nbsp;at one another, with the intensity of caged animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ft"&gt;Lately, with the teens years approaching, I've been moving at dizzying speeds from one to the other kid, adjusting their very personal smarty-pants&amp;nbsp;attitudes. We like to call this, &lt;strong&gt;dual attitude adjustments &lt;/strong&gt;in parenting terms.&amp;nbsp;These types of corrections must be made for the family unit to survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ft"&gt;Do we think that perhaps this is the beginning of the hormonal orbit? Why yes, I think it could be. What else would cause a perfectly fine kid to fire off like a solar flare? This sudden, large release of energy occurs when magnetic energy builds up in the atmosphere. This type of behavior is becoming more and more common as we approach middle school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ft"&gt;I hear this is where my entire life, as I know it, will be turned upside down. Am I ready for it? No, and hell no! Is there any logical escape other than a trip to my favorite planet, Jupiter? No escape. For those of my readers who have been down this road before, please feel free to lay it on the line, don't sugar-coat it and tell me what I'm really in for. Until then, there's vodka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4CpVXO-skQ/T5r7OBf5ThI/AAAAAAAACDc/zWUOQ86r3uQ/s1600/captionthiskitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4CpVXO-skQ/T5r7OBf5ThI/AAAAAAAACDc/zWUOQ86r3uQ/s320/captionthiskitchen.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh my,is it that time again?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/VIRBCKrE3XA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/VIRBCKrE3XA/dual-attitude-adjustments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4CpVXO-skQ/T5r7OBf5ThI/AAAAAAAACDc/zWUOQ86r3uQ/s72-c/captionthiskitchen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/04/dual-attitude-adjustments.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-1355913610239608001</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-23T21:36:03.272-05:00</atom:updated><title>How Kids Cause Brain Freeze!!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Have you ever experienced a painful bout of brain freeze? You know the instantaneous pain in your temples after &lt;strike&gt;eating something frozen,&lt;/strike&gt; being around your kids too long? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Scientists&amp;nbsp;report&amp;nbsp;that people who suffer from migraines are more likely to experience painful episodes of brain freeze. Double whammy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I honestly believe that it's parental overload.&amp;nbsp; Here are the top &lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt; things that overload my brain circuitry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bickering kids, over bacon, over Mom's attention, over anything or nothing at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remindering&lt;/strong&gt;, you know the morning drill, when you could swear you've told them like a million times to &lt;em&gt;pack it up&lt;/em&gt; and get ready for school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Door slamming performances that rock the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tempers that flare as hot as Planet Venus trapping&amp;nbsp;infrared radiation, thereby causing heat overload!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hovering and babbling in unison, it's absolutely maddening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Since my job is to orbit these two "objects" in space and on earth, I can call myself a satellite. The orbits will change throughout the years, but the brain freeze episodes will only become more intense. After all, we're dealing with preteens right now, the best is yet to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-9QLeHFGT4/T5YQguG_wmI/AAAAAAAACCU/XDGqmJN2a0Y/s1600/orbits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-9QLeHFGT4/T5YQguG_wmI/AAAAAAAACCU/XDGqmJN2a0Y/s1600/orbits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommies In Orbit, Raising Kids One Orbit At A Time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/otU6fRty1CA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/otU6fRty1CA/how-kids-cause-brain-freeze.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-9QLeHFGT4/T5YQguG_wmI/AAAAAAAACCU/XDGqmJN2a0Y/s72-c/orbits.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/04/how-kids-cause-brain-freeze.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-745168668826200843</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-18T21:55:34.558-05:00</atom:updated><title>Is Time Travel Possible?</title><description>What a brilliant idea! Wouldn't it be&amp;nbsp;awesome to be able to travel either forward or backwards in time? Time travel is defined as a concept of moving between different points in time&amp;nbsp;analogous to moving between different points in space, well at least&amp;nbsp;that's what&amp;nbsp;Wikipedia says.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="st"&gt;I prefer to not think about the actual definition of&amp;nbsp;time travel&amp;nbsp;and just experience it! There would be so many places to go.&amp;nbsp;One of the first thoughts that pops into my head would be to re-visit the time when my, now pre-teens, were toddlers. Those particular times were filled with innocence and babble, the good kind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="st"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;a thought on how it would work:&lt;br /&gt;
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Something to ponder&lt;em&gt;:&amp;nbsp; The fastest manned vehicle in history was Apollo  10. It reached 25,000mph. But to travel in time we'll have to go more than 2,000  times faster. Stephen Hawking, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this is what time travel looks like, then I like it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Secondly, I don't know about you, but I would time travel right through the teen years, as quickly as possible,&amp;nbsp;thereby eliminating the need for gallons of vodka....&amp;nbsp;whipping through&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;driving, the&amp;nbsp;dating, and all&amp;nbsp;those high school antics. &lt;br /&gt;
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I might even revisit my own high school years when tie-dye and Jimi Hendrix were popular. I know right, it was at least a century ago, buy hey, things were much simpler then. Life was much more colorful, if you will!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I think time travelling into the way distant future might be scary, like monsters under the bed type of scary. Just enough curiosity to make you want to take a peek, but then once you did, you wish you didn't. It's so tempting. &lt;br /&gt;
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But my favorite time travel expedition, and you know I'm gonna get all spacey on you, would be to travel to...........................Planet Jupiter! Yes, my hero, I totally embarrass my kids talking about it, but it's true. If it weren't for Jupiter deflecting all those asteroids and comets away from Planet Earth, we would be toast. &lt;br /&gt;
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Think about time travel when you find yourself wishing you could be somewhere else. Who knows, it really may be possible.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/p0cVXPfedkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/p0cVXPfedkM/is-time-travel-possible.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JbXaSrIISaY/T490WgdJTuI/AAAAAAAACBs/sO2-G-erRK0/s72-c/time-travel-20848.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/04/is-time-travel-possible.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-4760256526209029232</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-17T19:37:49.087-05:00</atom:updated><title>Not Just Any Old Monday...</title><description>I had the feeling that Monday April 16th was not just your regular old&amp;nbsp;Monday. You know, drag the kids out of bed and get 'em ready for a week at school. I could tell that&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;everyday&amp;nbsp;kid attitudes had&amp;nbsp;changed into something much more powerful. These very attitudes&amp;nbsp;were suddenly&amp;nbsp;replaced by..... &lt;em&gt;solar flares&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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I get it&amp;nbsp;that it's almost the end of the school&amp;nbsp;year and personally my kids have just about had it with MAP testing and the almighty #2 pencil, I remember those days too. But this was different. After hearing the nightly news, with Brian Williams, of course, I heard the report that our sun went and spouted one of those huge&amp;nbsp;"Hi-Def Coronal Mass Ejections."&amp;nbsp; Awesome, I thought to myself. Now everything was falling into place. No wonder the aliens were &lt;em&gt;out of sorts.&lt;/em&gt; The reporters promised that this huge solar flare would not affect our communication systems here on earth. But&amp;nbsp;obviously they were not&amp;nbsp;present, right&amp;nbsp;here with Mommies In Orbit!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNM931RVYHk/T44E8dNsnCI/AAAAAAAACBc/kwJn0OqmvwA/s1600/solar+flare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNM931RVYHk/T44E8dNsnCI/AAAAAAAACBc/kwJn0OqmvwA/s1600/solar+flare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now this explains it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span id="image_credit" style="clear: both; float: left; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Credit: NASA/GSFC/SDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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As parents, we don't always get the answers we would like to have. For example, why is my kid acting like a wildebeest?&amp;nbsp;Don't know. Or where did those door slamming performances come from? Don't ask me! Or, my favorite, how many arguments can we possibly have regarding who gets the last slice of bacon?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that I'm aware that there was what astronomers call an, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;explosive snap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, *I have other names for that* I can&amp;nbsp;understand why Monday was such a beast of a day. There will be many more Coronal Mass Ejections, just like there will be many more orbits we have to pass through. I'll keep you posted as we&amp;nbsp;venture through our latest and greatest pre-teen, times two phase, it should be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="album_nextprev"&gt;&lt;div class="album_next" id="next_links"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/M6Luaowcqc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/M6Luaowcqc8/not-just-any-old-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNM931RVYHk/T44E8dNsnCI/AAAAAAAACBc/kwJn0OqmvwA/s72-c/solar+flare.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/04/not-just-any-old-monday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-5094725840445641031</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-13T20:11:50.760-05:00</atom:updated><title>Kids Moving At The Speed of Light!!</title><description>Kids are growing up so fast today.... it could be compared to the speed of light!&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="st"&gt;How&amp;nbsp;fast is the &lt;strong&gt;Speed of Light&lt;/strong&gt;? Light travels at a constant, finite speed of 186000 mi/sec. Sound far-fetched? Not around here it isn't.&amp;nbsp;When I look at young parents starting out with toddlers and infants, I think WOW, could that have been me&amp;nbsp;eleven years ago? What causes time to move so fast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For Mommies In Orbit, it really depends on which orbit we are currently in and how long we will be there. The pre-teen orbit is proving to be fast and furious, no two days are the same. My kids are always in some kind of motion, whether I like it or not.&amp;nbsp; Channel Chick has a new motorized Razor scooter that zips along up to 10 mph, talk about a trip to the ER! The sound of it is enough to scare any parent, but her analysis of the entire situation is, "But Mom, I can ride my bike just as fast, and you don't worry about that!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2FY3uFvxk0Y/T4hSHIXvSWI/AAAAAAAACA4/4UXGbxD-OHs/s1600/motorized+scooter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2FY3uFvxk0Y/T4hSHIXvSWI/AAAAAAAACA4/4UXGbxD-OHs/s200/motorized+scooter.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A kid's favorite ride!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQh18yn5BN0/T4hSJcW_4TI/AAAAAAAACBA/Gciaf2S7e9A/s1600/sears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQh18yn5BN0/T4hSJcW_4TI/AAAAAAAACBA/Gciaf2S7e9A/s200/sears.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A parent's favorite ride!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Rocket Boy has always been a child in motion. When he was younger and he craved a sugary snack, he would run and slide his way to the pantry, knocking down anything in his way! I'm thinking that at this pace, with two of them, I'm gonna need a refueling station. &lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever we do to try and slow down the process of kids growing up, it doesn't work, it just goes faster. My kids are like quasars. They might look like faint distant stars, but they are so much more than that. Quasars emit tremendous amounts of energy. and they move &lt;em&gt;extremely fast&lt;/em&gt; through space, in fact, they are faster than anything in the universe! Sounds like home, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcdT86GYuHI/T4jLsW1LybI/AAAAAAAACBI/uc-F528H7Oo/s1600/325_quasara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcdT86GYuHI/T4jLsW1LybI/AAAAAAAACBI/uc-F528H7Oo/s320/325_quasara.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We're moving faster and faster Mom!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/GFGtPHIkXF0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/GFGtPHIkXF0/kids-moving-at-speed-of-light.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2FY3uFvxk0Y/T4hSHIXvSWI/AAAAAAAACA4/4UXGbxD-OHs/s72-c/motorized+scooter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/04/kids-moving-at-speed-of-light.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-1545376661748096317</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-01T21:29:35.908-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Astrobytes</category><title /><description>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; color: black; float: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; color: black; float: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; color: black; float: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; color: black; float: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; color: black; float: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; color: black; float: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; float: left; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mars&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mars is the fourth planet from the sun and the second smallest planet in the solar system. It's known as the Red Planet due to its ruddy red appearance in the sky. Mars is the most Earth like of all the other planets in the solar system.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is an Orbit?&lt;/h2&gt;An orbit is a regular, repeating path that one object in space takes around  another one. An object in an orbit is called a satellite. A satellite can be  natural, like the Earth or the Moon. It can also be man-made, like the Space  Shuttle or the ISS.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Beyond the Blue Skies&lt;/h2&gt;Our Solar System is the Sun and the planetary system around it. A “planetary system” is a group of non-stellar object (planets, dwarf planets, moons, asteroids, meteoroids, comets and cosmic dust) which orbit around a star.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Dark Matter&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="count_desc"&gt;Scientists think it makes up the bulk of matter in the universe, but it can neither be seen nor detected directly using current technologies. Candidates range from light-weight neutrinos to invisible black holes. Some scientists question whether dark matter is even real, and suggest that the mysteries it was conjured to solve could be explained by a better understanding of gravity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.space.com/9699-top-10-strangest-space.html"&gt;http://www.space.com/9699-top-10-strangest-space.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish I could just step back while the chaos is happening and watch from the sidelines, but this is not quite how the&amp;nbsp;parent/child madness works. So with this, I dedicate this post to my kids and parents everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey kids, it sure wasn't funny when I left you alone to run a 10 minute errand, came back and you, Channel Chick were screeching from the bathroom that there was an emergency, the towel bar had fallen off the wall and you were hysterical. Meanwhile, you, Rocket Boy, instead of helping your sister,&amp;nbsp;you were standing outside of the door, dancing and chanting to your sister, thereby escalating the "emergency" behind closed doors. &lt;br /&gt;
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Or how about the time when you two were supposed to be eating breakfast, which most mornings consists of a spread similar to IHop, did you fight like wild hyenas over the last piece of bacon until everyone heard you at the bus stop. Was that really necessary or could you have asked the chef for more bacon? Were you embarrassed when you had to face the kids at the bus stop, hell no, but Mom's blood pressure was bordering on&amp;nbsp;triple digit numbers!&lt;br /&gt;
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Channel Chick, let's talk about hair. If there's gonna be a blowout in the morning aside from who gets more bacon, it's gonna be a hair issue! Let it be known that the longer you let your hair grow, the more blowdrying and time it will take to make it look all awesome for fifth grade. I have spent enough money on detanglers, brushes and blow dryers that if I&amp;nbsp;added it all up, I could have bought myself that cute Coach purse at Macy's! Dear Daughter, you actually have to USE these items to have awesome looking hair. Leaving them on the counter&amp;nbsp;doesn't count.&amp;nbsp;Oops, did we miss the bus again?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now to make sure it's even, I must pick on Rocket Boy. Dear Son, when I ask you in the wee hours of the morning if you are UP, that means that you have dragged your butt out of your cozy, warm bed and you are on the way to the shower. Getting UP in the morning does not mean opening one eye for a split second and checking the clock and then falling back to sleep, GET UP! Kids do not have any sense of time, especially when it comes to getting ready for school. Day after day, the poking and prodding of&amp;nbsp;two fifth graders to get ready for school is enough to make Mommies In Orbit wish she resided on Planet Jupiter!&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many more hair-raising examples of how kids make their parents insane, push their buttons and then&amp;nbsp;run off laughing like nothing happened. Whatever we have to do to get through the current orbit we are in, we just do it and hope to&amp;nbsp;laugh about it later. I try to tell myself that this too shall pass. Doesn't work every time, but the kid chaos is bound to continue for many more years, I just have to find a better way to deal with it. Got any ideas?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/tluf262wqss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/tluf262wqss/it-wasnt-funny-when-it-happened.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/04/it-wasnt-funny-when-it-happened.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-7435431851468653938</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 00:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-10T19:10:24.100-05:00</atom:updated><title>When To Cut The Apron Strings......</title><description>Does anyone&amp;nbsp;remember the saying, "Time to cut the apron strings?"&amp;nbsp; Well we're not quite there yet, but it's time to start thinking about it.&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;well-earned freedom for pre-teens&amp;nbsp;means&amp;nbsp;something completely different now than it did when I was growing up. We&amp;nbsp;were sent outside for the day to play and explore, and then we&amp;nbsp;ventured back home when the porch light&amp;nbsp;came on at dusk.&amp;nbsp;Just flip on the nightly news or local news and you'll wish your kids could stay in the backyard for a long time. So&amp;nbsp;how &lt;em&gt;do you&lt;/em&gt; make the decision&amp;nbsp;to let them roam just a little bit further?&lt;br /&gt;
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What I hear from my kids is, "Mom, all the kids at school in the fifth grade get to ride their bikes further than we do!"&amp;nbsp; Most parents say that the amount of freedom they can have&amp;nbsp;depends upon the child's&amp;nbsp;maturity. Kids at this age, *eleven*&amp;nbsp;are learning how it all fits together. They are social creatures in the making.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Are there different rules&amp;nbsp;if you have boys versus girls, or what about one of each?&amp;nbsp; I for one, am paranoid about&amp;nbsp;both of my kids venturing out further than my own subdivision. Is there strength in numbers? Would we feel better about it if the kids travelled in packs like wolves?&amp;nbsp;I know my wranglers would fit right in there!&lt;br /&gt;
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I suppose if I compare the freedoms that my kids had last Summer&amp;nbsp;with what's going on now,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;would realize that I have already let the apron strings out just a bit. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for allowing me to voice my fears. I'm sure there are lots of us parents&amp;nbsp;in this orbit right now. It's a path that our&amp;nbsp;kids will be orbiting within&amp;nbsp;for many&amp;nbsp;years to come. &amp;nbsp;Should I or shouldn't I? Do I cave in or stand my ground? &amp;nbsp;I suppose that only time and trial will tell!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/FBOYetN7WZQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/FBOYetN7WZQ/when-to-cutthe-apron-strings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LH37_eHN53c/T4RnJFb86mI/AAAAAAAAB-U/5m0akk3o9wI/s72-c/Time_to_Cut_the_Apron_Strings-1ydcso-d.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/04/when-to-cutthe-apron-strings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-7239720060885207604</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2012 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-06T22:01:37.528-05:00</atom:updated><title>So You Wish You Had Twins.........</title><description>I hear that a lot.&amp;nbsp;When it comes right down to it, the only advantage I've&amp;nbsp;can think of&amp;nbsp;is that you get it over with all at once, but after that it's a circus. It's a demanding job when they are babies and toddlers&amp;nbsp;and it's maddening when they are preteens. The jealousy factor ranks high, they both want a lot of the same things, and believe it or not, Mom's attention is still one of the popular prizes. &lt;br /&gt;
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And it doesn't matter I if treat them both the same, Rocket Boy and&amp;nbsp;Channel Chick are thoroughly convinced that I have a favorite, a favorite what, they both drive me nuts!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's a different ballgame when you have twins and no other children. Since there aren't any older siblings, who watches the kids when Mom needs to get away? Nobody! At what age is it safe to leave them home alone? Who knows? It's not the predators I'm afraid of ringing the doorbell, it's their constant bickering that scares me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Most of the time they are at odds with one another, but when they do agree, it's actually eerie. It doesn't happen very often, kinda like a total eclipse, enjoy it while you can, it's over in an instant. They remind me of the karate bears, they're cute and furry. So next time you're wishing you could have, would have had&amp;nbsp;twins, please, for Pete's sake,&amp;nbsp;swing by and pick mine up for the weekend.&amp;nbsp;I'll be glad you did!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yo, you're Mom's favorite, NO you are!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/0krrZ9FHaus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/0krrZ9FHaus/so-you-wish-you-had-twins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svtLfE1_cL4/T3-qoWZlRMI/AAAAAAAAB90/L9-y15BmpPU/s72-c/karate+bears.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/04/so-you-wish-you-had-twins.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-5754856038952006308</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-05T21:19:32.136-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hell On Wheels X 2!</title><description>You know what it's like&amp;nbsp;when you've&amp;nbsp; had a long day with two hormonally charged &lt;strike&gt;wildebeests,&lt;/strike&gt; kids who are just.... hell on wheels? Well that's been my day! Where has my sense of humor gone? I lost it again. Mommies In Orbit can usually channel her frustration by reading about solar flares or black holes that&amp;nbsp;use the power of gravity to pull things toward it. Well tonight I would like to break free from the earth's gravitational pull and wander aimlessly through space, alone. &lt;br /&gt;
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Kids exhibit strange behavior at times, just like black holes. They lurk about at the center of my galaxy disrupting my thoughts. Now I know why I avoided motherhood like the plague for many years. And to this I toast the famous saying below:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We run a tight program much like NASA would in preparation for a launch. We got the launch pad, the rocket boosters, and enough tween fuel, in the form of attitude, to get us all the way to Mars, and back. It's disturbing at best to watch two hormonally charged tweens go through the motions, enter Mission Control.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In order for Mom to have a little fun occasionally, I like to schedule myself for a launch. In order for me or the orbiter to&amp;nbsp;leave the&amp;nbsp;gravitational pull of &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;children&lt;/strike&gt;, the earth,&amp;nbsp;the Solid Rocket Boosters&amp;nbsp;must operate along with the main engines for the first two minutes of flight.&amp;nbsp;What a thrill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last July, 2011&amp;nbsp;was the final mission for the space shuttle. Mommies In Orbit will be grounded to Mission Control for quite some time, as we are just about to enter the teen orbit next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This task becomes perplexing because they can't really "get away" unless their parents&amp;nbsp;taxi them somewhere. They are too old for a "babysitter" and not quite old enough to stay on their own. So it's back to square one. I'd like to say, "Bye- bye aliens," and send them off in their own little space ship, but that's not an option either. Maybe I should get a restraining order until they grow up!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It must be difficult being a kid these days. You have to pretty much be surrounded by chaperons anywhere you go. When I tell my kids that we had a park behind our house and we could come and go&amp;nbsp;as we pleased, they glare at me in disbelief. I guess we're stuck with one another for a few more years. And since cosmic rays are&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;energetically charged subatomic particles, you can imagine what it's like to deal with two of them the same age. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/s5L62nELfdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/s5L62nELfdA/cosmic-rays-bombarding-my-brain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxo4SlYoKrU/T3mhyWLqCbI/AAAAAAAAB74/7K1CbRiQe04/s72-c/spaceship.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/04/cosmic-rays-bombarding-my-brain.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-704009887210619204</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-31T20:50:03.308-05:00</atom:updated><title>April Fools' Day Asteroid to Buzz Earth Sunday: No Joke!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy April Fools' Day! Not to worry, it's only the size of a passenger jet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/april-fools-day-asteroid-buzz-earth-sunday-no-153206259.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/april-fools-day-asteroid-buzz-earth-sunday-no-153206259.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/jpbf0TXaztQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/jpbf0TXaztQ/april-fools-day-asteroid-to-buzz-earth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/03/april-fools-day-asteroid-to-buzz-earth.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-7751713861020926393</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-29T22:25:57.469-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">planets kids space preteens</category><title>A Galaxy In Turmoil!</title><description>&lt;span class="st"&gt;A Galaxy is a&amp;nbsp;collection of stars, gas, and dust bound together by gravity. Sounds like parenting, doesn't it? We have our own galaxy right here at Mommies In Orbit and life has been chaotic lately. It's like we are all going through our own little personal dramas, while attempting to live under the same roof.&amp;nbsp; What a plan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgPlqRIWNKc/T3UX-PcDrDI/AAAAAAAAB7U/TDT1VNv6h7U/s1600/asteroids+colliding+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgPlqRIWNKc/T3UX-PcDrDI/AAAAAAAAB7U/TDT1VNv6h7U/s1600/asteroids+colliding+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Family Portrait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Me and my kids are on a&amp;nbsp;collision course. It's not a complicated recipe. Take two pre-teens, one male and one female add in a pinch of&amp;nbsp;salt and one middle aged, yes, over the hill Mom, and there you have it, TURMOIL! I don't know what to say or do with them sometimes. And they are not quite sure just where I'm coming from. We clash, bicker, and ultimately collide like asteroids.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are bound together by gravity.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes&amp;nbsp;it's really awesome having these aliens for my kids and other times it feels like I just got burned by a solar flare. There are days when all of us seem to be orbiting in a smooth circular motion and other times, well, we crash and burn. We are living in a galaxy in turmoil. To be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/xv5vzziPrVc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/xv5vzziPrVc/galaxy-in-turmoil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgPlqRIWNKc/T3UX-PcDrDI/AAAAAAAAB7U/TDT1VNv6h7U/s72-c/asteroids+colliding+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/03/galaxy-in-turmoil.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-5492567846563965733</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2012 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-27T22:25:52.502-05:00</atom:updated><title>Synchronized Flying!</title><description>Do you ever get the feeling that your kids are "flying together in a  disciplined, synchronized manner?"&lt;br /&gt;
I don't mean the kind of discipline parents crave or the kind&amp;nbsp;psychologists talk about. I'm referring to a general lack of discipline whereby&amp;nbsp;kids hover side by side, out of control, while orbiting around&amp;nbsp;the Mothership&amp;nbsp;to the point of either agitation or claustrophobia. Wherever I go, there they are, in unison, synchronized.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS4XEndBVD0/T3JRjZjdbpI/AAAAAAAAB64/MyUL94mpo64/s1600/around+the+Moon+at+3600+MPH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS4XEndBVD0/T3JRjZjdbpI/AAAAAAAAB64/MyUL94mpo64/s320/around+the+Moon+at+3600+MPH.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="photo_caption"&gt;An artist's depiction of the GRAIL twins (Ebb and Flow) in lunar orbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="photo_caption"&gt;There are many days when I've thought to myself, "Gee I'd like to send those two to a lunar orbit!" Kinda like the GRAIL twins featured in the photo above. Yep, put them both on the launch pad, countdown, three, two, one.............blast off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="photo_caption"&gt;I always wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid, but since becoming a parent, it's become more of a necessity than&amp;nbsp;a childhood dream. Watching space shows repeatedly on the Science Channel has not only become an addiction but also&amp;nbsp;an opportunity to educate myself in order to gain the knowledge needed in order to, flee the planet! Surely they must need supplies at the International Space Station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl50SY0bntI/T3J9e0WGx7I/AAAAAAAAB7A/RuNTZNaTTfA/s1600/planets_orbits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl50SY0bntI/T3J9e0WGx7I/AAAAAAAAB7A/RuNTZNaTTfA/s320/planets_orbits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommies In Orbit in the center while the kids orbit around and around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="photo_caption"&gt;I don't think they would even know I'm gone. After all they don't hear me when I talk. "Huh, did you say something, Mom?" &amp;nbsp;I could actually get all decked out in my space suit and head for the rocket launch pad before they knew anything was up. It's worth a try. Remember&amp;nbsp;when you&amp;nbsp;look up into the dark skies on a clear night&amp;nbsp;you just may see me, happily flying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="photo_caption"&gt;in&amp;nbsp;my very&amp;nbsp;own, kid-free&amp;nbsp;peaceful orbit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/c5OFaFcxmRQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/c5OFaFcxmRQ/synchronized-flying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS4XEndBVD0/T3JRjZjdbpI/AAAAAAAAB64/MyUL94mpo64/s72-c/around+the+Moon+at+3600+MPH.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/03/synchronized-flying.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-500746629703465626</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-24T22:04:06.240-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Home Away From Home....</title><description>It takes a lot to hide from my kids these days, so I've booked myself a flight to the ISS-International Space Station. Here, in space,&amp;nbsp;there will be no talking through closed doors, or massive eruptions when I'm having a phone conversation with another human being. Here there will be silence. The only noise will be from the space junk whirling around in various orbits&amp;nbsp;and some cosmic explosions once in a while, and this is what Mommies In Orbit craves!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Kids are about the noisiest creatures I've ever endured. I avoided having&amp;nbsp;them like the plague for many years, and then it dawned on me, what the hell am I going to do in my golden years? So I had twins. Now what am I doing during those golden years? Raising kids! And not at my beachfront condo in Florida! There is no fine dining at fancy restaurants or driving a two seater sporty car. There is homework, and parent-teacher conferences, soccer games and trips to the mall. &lt;br /&gt;
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As we&amp;nbsp;enter the pre-teen years, I am experiencing the ride of a lifetime. No two days are the same. There are door slamming performances to attend, brawling and bickering, and personality changes&amp;nbsp; enough to stun Freud! Does it keep me busy? Why yes it does, in fact it has scrambled my brain to the point of no&amp;nbsp;return. Who I was before and who I am now are distinctly different. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you're gonna have kids, just know that life as you knew is gone in a flash. You'll find yourself rocking back and forth at your desk with your head buried in your hands quite frequently, especially if you have tween twins or teens. Get used to it! This is called, parenting and if Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2x2_0rstiI/T2vc_7wb0fI/AAAAAAAAB58/24CrNgarpnY/s1600/amazon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2x2_0rstiI/T2vc_7wb0fI/AAAAAAAAB58/24CrNgarpnY/s400/amazon.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;and make that a Grande!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~4/CcnDcCNfdbE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pnOzD/~3/CcnDcCNfdbE/spring-break-2012.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Karen Nagy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2x2_0rstiI/T2vc_7wb0fI/AAAAAAAAB58/24CrNgarpnY/s72-c/amazon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mommiesinorbit.blogspot.com/2012/03/spring-break-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090905955738014835.post-189140683111955894</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-21T19:03:56.333-05:00</atom:updated><title>You Know You're A Mom When......</title><description>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You hide in the bathroom to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Your feet stick to the kitchen floor, and you don't care.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You wonder why you ever feared being alone.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You can't use the bathroom or take a shower without being interrupted.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Getting up at 7 is sleeping in.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You feel guilty about everything you do and everything you don't do.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A “vacation” is a 30-minute trip to Target … BY YOURSELF!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You know you are a mom if you no longer think that terror and  joy are incompatible emotions, as they have become your way of life.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You’re constantly checking the back seat of the car when you’re driving alone  because it feels like you’re forgetting "something."&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You have started saving for that Virgin Galactic flight to space&amp;nbsp;that costs $200,000!&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IrNK3C5HS2w/T2pqXkchUtI/AAAAAAAAB5g/iCBr3ZxhyaY/s1600/crazed+Mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IrNK3C5HS2w/T2pqXkchUtI/AAAAAAAAB5g/iCBr3ZxhyaY/s1600/crazed+Mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know you're a Mom when this IS your driver's license photo and you like it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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