<?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-7927583769748857109</id><updated>2024-08-28T20:09:08.317-05:00</updated><category term="degenerative disc disease"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="surgery"/><category term="DIY"/><category term="bento"/><category term="lunch"/><category term="exercise"/><category term="fat"/><category term="homemade"/><category term="neurontin"/><category term="sandwich"/><category term="sunshine"/><category term="wish upon a hero"/><category term="workout"/><category term="Endometriosis"/><category term="IHOP"/><category term="PCOS"/><category term="Vesuvius"/><category term="WUAH"/><category term="angel"/><category term="babies"/><category term="borax"/><category term="breastfeeding"/><category term="bullies"/><category term="calories"/><category term="cards"/><category term="coloring book"/><category term="cookies"/><category term="couponing"/><category term="coupons"/><category term="detangler"/><category term="education"/><category term="epilepsy"/><category term="epilepsy awareness"/><category term="fairy"/><category term="free"/><category term="freebies"/><category term="green tea diet"/><category term="guilty pleasures"/><category term="harry potter"/><category term="hero"/><category term="insomnia"/><category term="kiss and make up"/><category term="laundry soap"/><category term="lips"/><category term="milestones"/><category term="mouth"/><category term="nursing"/><category term="pain"/><category term="pancakes"/><category term="reading"/><category term="school"/><category term="sewing"/><category term="soap"/><category term="spongebob"/><category term="storm"/><category term="stubborn"/><category term="teens"/><category term="texting"/><category term="twins"/><category term="washing soda"/><category term="water"/><category term="weight"/><category term="wish"/><category term="world of warcraft"/><title type='text'>Secret Life of a Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>Random daily blabbing from a wife, daughter, mother.  It&#39;s about this, and it&#39;s about that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-4863562470572090596</id><published>2014-04-25T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-25T10:39:35.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>As you can see, there was no Day 3 post. I was lazy yesterday. In all aspects. I didn&#39;t drink any water. Actually, I didn&#39;t drink much fluids at all. I had 3 cups of coffee, one can of soda and a 20oz Minute Maid Lemonade. Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, I am starting today right. I skipped the coffee and instead had hot green tea. I used my little tea cups, which actually holds 6oz of liquids. Which made sweetening the tea much easier. I only needed 2 packets of Truvia. Wow it was so much more pleasant than the coffee!! I&#39;m not really saving any money by making the switch, but I am saving the calories.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m still making myself eat &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; for breakfast. Today that was simple, I actually woke up hungry. Which was perfect since I made Overnight Cranberry Oatmeal. That stuff was yummy! I only ate half cup worth. Which seemed plenty at the time. I love oatmeal, and it&#39;s a healthy choice. Though I&#39;m sure the add-ins were not that healthy. I&#39;ll share what I added [to the slow cooker].&lt;br /&gt;
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1 cup steel cut oats&lt;br /&gt;
2 cups 1% milk (it&#39;s what I had, normally I use skim)&lt;br /&gt;
2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;
2/3 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;
2/3 cup whole cranberries (if using frozen, reduce liquids by 3/4 cup--either milk or water)&lt;br /&gt;
1 tsp nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;
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*cook on low for 6-8 hours. I recommend using a slow cooker liner*&lt;br /&gt;
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Looks like I can&#39;t post much more. I&#39;m about to grab some water and play some Wii Tennis. I&#39;d like to make note that I have already done 34 minutes of Wii Routine Workout. I should probably skip the tennis, but I like playing that game. So, I&#39;m actually doing that for fun, not to workout. That&#39;s just an added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll try to come back later and update. But if not, then at least we all know I did workout for at least 34 minutes, plus whatever I get from Wii Sports (tennis).&lt;br /&gt;
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Signed,&lt;br /&gt;
Super Mom&lt;br /&gt;
{who is getting fit}</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4863562470572090596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2014/04/day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/4863562470572090596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/4863562470572090596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2014/04/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-1552645326192901367</id><published>2014-04-23T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-23T23:50:41.776-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="calories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="degenerative disc disease"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="workout"/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Today was easy, and hard. It was all over.&lt;br /&gt;
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I kept track of most my calories taken in today. Sad to admit I consumed roughly 1900 calories. I was aiming for 1700. It was that second grilled cheese sandwich that did me in. I blame the grapefruit. I wanted a snack, because I was truly hungry (not starving, but actually hungry). I thought I&#39;d go with the grapefruit since it was not only healthy and sweet, but big. Sadly, it wasn&#39;t any good. Which is how I ended up with two grilled cheese sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;
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That said, I didn&#39;t do too bad today. I only drank one Sprite. I&#39;m currently on my fourth 10oz bottle of water, and I had 2 cups of green tea. Speaking of Sprite, I tried the Sprite Zero, it&#39;s not bad. Not great, but not horrible. I&#39;m not keeping with that though. Simply because it is gross if it reaches room temperature. And my sodas always do. One can will last me at least 2 hours, if not longer. I don&#39;t chug them. And when the &quot;diet&quot; sprite isn&#39;t cold, it taste diet.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t do a lot of snacking. I had a few mints, because I am addicted. And the grilled cheese sandwiches. I almost caved and opened some Thin Mints. I need to figure out how to do this. I don&#39;t want to give up my Thin Mints. But, I know I can&#39;t eat them every day. Maybe I will use them as a motivator. If my daily calorie intake is no more than 1700, I can have 4 cookies! Haha, how sad. I&#39;m not bribing myself to eat less (or at least make better food choices).&lt;br /&gt;
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As for exercise, I may have gone overboard. The kids and I walked the neighborhood for 30 minutes with the dog. And then I did 35 minutes of workout on the Wii Fit. Not bad, but way too much. I&#39;ll probably have to take a lazy day tomorrow. I can already feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did I mention I have chronic back pain? That makes exercising daily a struggle as it is. But I&#39;m forcing myself to push through it. Hard part is I don&#39;t register any pain while moving. It&#39;s not until I&#39;m done that I realize I hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Really, that&#39;s it. I just wanted to log how I did today. I&#39;m off for a shower and some much needed sleep. Have to wake up early to get the kids out the door for school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signed,&lt;br /&gt;
Super Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1552645326192901367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2014/04/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/1552645326192901367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/1552645326192901367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2014/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-263426073865495986</id><published>2014-04-23T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2014-04-23T23:37:52.246-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green tea diet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="workout"/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>How many times have I said that? How many times have I said I was back, and staying put? Don&#39;t worry, I lost track too. But I&#39;m hoping to change that today. Hoping to include this into my new routine. No promises. But, it really would work into my new challenge.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m on the edge of hitting that &quot;overweight&quot; phase. I&#39;m not there yet, but I&#39;m damn close. So close that my Wii Fit tells me to drop a couple pounds to lower my BMI. It was scary to watch it sit just below the overweight bar. I&#39;m sure plenty of people would tell me not to bitch. That I don&#39;t need to lose weight. I look great. Whatever. Problem is, I&#39;m not happy with me. Do I think I&#39;m fat? Sort of. I have that &quot;mommy belly&quot;. Where all my excess weight sits in my belly. Go figure. The hardest fat to lose. Of course, a good collection of it is from having twins. And then failing to be active. Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;m not throwing out the &quot;I had kids&quot; excuse. That only works for the first year, max. And really, that&#39;s pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;
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My current weight is 142 pounds, in my light weight clothes (some yoga pants and a tank top--no shoes). I want that to be 130, so just 12lbs to down. I do understand I may gain weight, not lose. But the gain would be muscle mass, not fat. Or at least, I hope to do that. It&#39;s harder than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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I made small changes last month. Of course, not enough. And then I got lazy. I&#39;m not a big meal eater, but I do like my snacks. Who can resist those damn Girl Scout cookies when your freezer is stuffed with about 7 boxes of thin mints? See my problem? Still, the change I made, I hoped to see some difference. I dropped the sugar in my morning coffee. And lessened the creamer. I switched to Truvia sweetener. Personally, it doesn&#39;t taste like diet sugar. Making that change, I went from nearly 1000 calories daily from JUST coffee, to an average of 100 calories daily. I guess I was making up the difference with all those thin mints. And birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;
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As of yesterday though, I decided to make a bigger change. I can&#39;t expect weight to disappear sitting on my butt eating thin mints and Easter candy. In addition to working on my eating habits, I&#39;m adding in some light exercise and trying the Green Tea Diet. Well, okay, I don&#39;t know the extent of that diet. But I&#39;m drinking green tea now. Not as much as they suggest (something like 4-5 cups daily). I&#39;m drinking more water, and less soda.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m new to all this. I will have good days and bad days. I&#39;m still working out the kinks. Finding what works for me. I&#39;m using my Wii Fit to exercise. I like that it gives me workouts based on where I want to focus. But it also has general &quot;free play&quot; workouts. Plus, it keeps track. I like looking at my calendar and seeing my blue star (why couldn&#39;t they make it a gold star?).&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, that&#39;s all for now. I&#39;m going to make another cup of tea and post about today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signed,&lt;br /&gt;
Super Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/263426073865495986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2014/04/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/263426073865495986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/263426073865495986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2014/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-6708319158625647962</id><published>2013-08-25T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-08-25T12:25:26.495-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiss and make up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lips"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lunch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mouth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vesuvius"/><title type='text'>Volcanoes and Kisses!</title><content type='html'>Saturday was Vesuvius Day. &amp;nbsp;For those that don&#39;t know, it&#39;s a volcano.&lt;br /&gt;
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On August 24, 79 A.D. Mount Vesuvius erupted in a huge explosion. &amp;nbsp;When it erupted, it destroyed the Roman cities of Pompeii, Herculaneum, and Stabiae. &amp;nbsp;In it&#39;s aftermath, it was estimated over 3000 people were killed.&lt;br /&gt;
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It exploded a second time in 1631, claiming the lives of approximately 3500 people.&lt;br /&gt;
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So on to the sandwich! &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not *too* terrible. &amp;nbsp;It isn&#39;t pretty, but I think I get points for trying! &amp;nbsp;We used gummy worms for the &quot;flowing&quot; hot lava. &amp;nbsp;And Cheez-Its to surround it. &amp;nbsp;The dark spots on top are 2 red jelly beans. &amp;nbsp;My 7 year old thought it needed them, I couldn&#39;t argue with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Vesuvius Day--Volcano Sandwich&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Today is Kiss and Make up Day. &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t seem to find the origin of this &quot;holiday&quot;. &amp;nbsp;However, here are a few fun facts about this day (August 25th) in history:&lt;br /&gt;
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1939: &amp;nbsp;The movie &quot;The Wizard of Oz&quot; opened around the United States.&lt;br /&gt;
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1718: &amp;nbsp;City of New Orleans is founded.&lt;br /&gt;
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OK, so there are a lot of things that happened on this day in history. &amp;nbsp;However, it appears the twins are not letting me sit and search and type. &amp;nbsp;So for now, you&#39;ll have to settle for 2 random facts.&lt;br /&gt;
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And to end the post, here is today&#39;s sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Kiss and Makeup Day--Lips&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Today is spongecake day. &amp;nbsp;Having a theme certainly makes it easier on me to create a sandwich. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve been using a list of random daily holidays. &amp;nbsp;Earlier in the month I created a binder. &amp;nbsp;That helps also. &amp;nbsp;I have sandwiches already planned out for the next couple months.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok so this was pretty fun. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve not made a Spongebob Squarepants sandwich before. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty simple too! &amp;nbsp;A piece of orange cheese for the body, a piece of white cheese for the eyes and teeth. &amp;nbsp;If I had white bread, I would have used that for the eyes and teeth. &amp;nbsp;However, I didn&#39;t. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/29203025027169622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2013/08/spongecake-day-brings-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/29203025027169622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/29203025027169622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2013/08/spongecake-day-brings-something-new.html' title='Spongecake Day Brings Something New'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FQ1JWxHNDP0LoW2Y8iSzvNiAahTmbC7OoAL_WQ0osTOWJMb3ZVoxEM8PiI0XslQ3vwzDz9_evtgHZo0gk73lorvrUu5_I93tomT0BwrSoRYjM_auMll2hluYY8DLEg_mY1qjZvQPPwz1/s72-c/DSCN0631.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-7585123140308614590</id><published>2013-08-22T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-08-24T10:14:09.649-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fairy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lunch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sandwich"/><title type='text'>First Day of School--Be An Angel Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school. &amp;nbsp;In addition to that, it&#39;s also Be An Angel Day. &amp;nbsp;How perfect for the start of a new school year!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, with it being angel day, I made sandwiches to match!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, so I&#39;m not perfect. &amp;nbsp;Anyone who knows me, knows I have NO art skills. &amp;nbsp;However, the children don&#39;t seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Victoria recently became a vegetarian. &amp;nbsp;And because of that, she is no longer eating the school lunches. &amp;nbsp;And, surprisingly, she has requested I please shape her sandwiches. &amp;nbsp;Not something I expected from my 11 year old 6th grader. &amp;nbsp;But I don&#39;t mind!&lt;/div&gt;
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I have an entire year to get those faces right! &amp;nbsp;I wonder if I can find smaller candy eyes?&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Today my daughter turns 11 years old. &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t believe it. &amp;nbsp;Where has the time gone? &amp;nbsp;She&#39;s all grown up now! &amp;nbsp;Yesterday, well more like last night, she asked if she could take cupcakes to school. &amp;nbsp;For some reason, the thought just didn&#39;t cross my mind this year. &amp;nbsp;It was about 9:30pm when she asked me this. &amp;nbsp;What&#39;s a mom to do? &amp;nbsp;Well, scavenge the pantry of course!&lt;br /&gt;
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This took me a few hours to complete. &amp;nbsp;But, I was also distracted. &amp;nbsp;As it was late at night, I was playing around on the computer and didn&#39;t keep track of time. &amp;nbsp;But, there was about 10 minutes of prepping, 40 minutes of baking (24 cupcakes--but only 12 at a time). &amp;nbsp;Then an hour to cool down. &amp;nbsp;Another 20 minutes for an idea to pop into my head. &amp;nbsp;And about 30 minutes to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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So here&#39;s what I came up with! &amp;nbsp;Not too bad for last minute baking and only using what I had on hand. &amp;nbsp;Keeping going for &quot;instructions&quot; for these fun cupcakes kids of all ages are bound to love!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bake your cupcakes according to package directions. &amp;nbsp;If you have white cake mix, add some food coloring first. &amp;nbsp;This is totally optional. &amp;nbsp;I just think colored cupcakes are more fun. &amp;nbsp;Plus, it&#39;s for a birthday! &amp;nbsp;(well, mine are at least)&lt;br /&gt;
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Mine finished cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;See the one with the green eyes? &amp;nbsp;I used the half of cookie that didn&#39;t have filling. &amp;nbsp;Didn&#39;t give it a background, as the only frosting I had on hand was the strawberry. &amp;nbsp;Tori thought it was cool and like it better than the &quot;filling&quot; eyes, haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another option for the cookie eyes is to use, well, candy eyes! &amp;nbsp;You can find them in specialty baking stores. &amp;nbsp;I was actually lucky enough to find these at Kmart, in there&amp;nbsp;bake-ware&amp;nbsp;section. &amp;nbsp;Haven&#39;t checked Walmart yet, but they may carry them too. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;**Just a quick tip. &amp;nbsp;If you are making these ahead of time, either hours or a day ahead, put them in the fridge! &amp;nbsp;Especially if it&#39;s warm. &amp;nbsp;Not just outside, but in your house also. &amp;nbsp;I once made these Corn on the Cob cupcakes (see picture below) and the frosting sorta melted. &amp;nbsp;I made them at night and left them on the counter so my husband wouldn&#39;t forget them for work (they were having some holiday lunch thing). &amp;nbsp;He said when he went to get them the toppings were sliding off. &amp;nbsp;It was a cozy 72 degrees in our house that night/morning.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The other day, we had an outing to our local Walmart store. &amp;nbsp;This isn&#39;t unusual. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s also pretty normal that every time we go, the kids get a new toy, a &quot;soda&quot; (normally a water, milk or juice) or some candy. &amp;nbsp;However, on this trip, I had already decided no toys for the girls. &amp;nbsp;Maybe the boys, but not the girls. &amp;nbsp;My reasoning for this? &amp;nbsp;When the girls get a new toy, it&#39;s usually about $20--that&#39;s each, for two girls. &amp;nbsp;The boys however are stuck with a $1 hot wheel. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes we &quot;splurge&quot; and let them pick out a $3 toy, but not often.&lt;br /&gt;
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So when my 6 year old asked if she could get a toy before we left, I told her no. &amp;nbsp;And when she proceeded to beg and whine, I stood firm. &amp;nbsp;Which was followed by her throwing a fit. &amp;nbsp;So I simply explained to her that she ruined all chances of me changing my mind while at the store. &amp;nbsp;I explained that she had put me in the position of teaching her negative behavior (I made sure to not say &quot;bad&quot;). &amp;nbsp;I told her that if I had bought her a toy, then she would be learning that it if I said no, then all she had to do was throw a fit and Mommy would cave and buy her a toy. &amp;nbsp;Something I have been guilty of doing, several times, just so I wouldn&#39;t have to deal with the fit.&lt;br /&gt;
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While at the store, I held strong. &amp;nbsp;She asked once for a toy, and I reminded her of why she wouldn&#39;t be getting one that day. &amp;nbsp;A few minutes later, she asked if she could have a dress. &amp;nbsp;My thought process was &quot;well, it&#39;s not a toy&quot;. &amp;nbsp;So, I walked her to the $10 dress selections, told her to find one her size she liked. &amp;nbsp;We didn&#39;t put it in the cart however. &amp;nbsp;I then made her ask her dad if she could have the dress. &amp;nbsp;After all, he is a little more firm that I am when it comes to her. &amp;nbsp;He did agree she could have the dress.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, later she &quot;lost&quot; the dress. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t remember what happened exactly. &amp;nbsp;But at one point, my husband told her to stop [doing whatever it was she was doing]. &amp;nbsp;When she didn&#39;t listen, he threatened to put the dress back if she didn&#39;t listen. &amp;nbsp;Still, she whined some more, and I told her to stop. &amp;nbsp;And that&#39;s when it happened. &amp;nbsp;She got even louder (not exactly super loud)--and I put the dress back! &amp;nbsp;She then began to really throw a fit, begging and crying for the dress back. &amp;nbsp;And I made my husband keep walking. &amp;nbsp;She didn&#39;t get her new dress. &amp;nbsp;And I held my place. &amp;nbsp;I followed through with an action. &amp;nbsp;And I just let her throw her fit.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt elated, happy, thrilled. &amp;nbsp;Then on the very short drive home, I felt like a terrible person for not getting that dress for my daughter. &amp;nbsp;I told myself I could have just put it up until she earned it a day later. &amp;nbsp;And then I stomped out those thoughts and feelings. &amp;nbsp;What I did was the right thing. &amp;nbsp;And very hard for me. &amp;nbsp;I spoil Josie, everyone knows this. &amp;nbsp;I spoil all my kids, but Josie is given more leeway. &amp;nbsp;And I really need to stop with that. &amp;nbsp;She isn&#39;t a baby anymore. &amp;nbsp;In a couple months, she will be 7 years old. &amp;nbsp;She knows right from wrong (in most situations). &amp;nbsp;However, this is one thing I have failed my daughter with. &amp;nbsp;I have taught her that in this situation, doing the wrong thing is the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Will I continue to hold strong with her? &amp;nbsp;Probably not. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s going to be a learning process for us both. &amp;nbsp;And it&#39;s going to take time for us to adjust. &amp;nbsp;I did have a talk with her once we were home and she had calmed down. &amp;nbsp;I [again] explained the reason she did not get a new toy OR dress. &amp;nbsp;And, remember, before we even left for the store, I did explain why she would not be allowed a new toy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh yeah, this Mom is finally getting the bigger picture. &amp;nbsp;Anywho, I just had to share that somewhere other than my head.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signed,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Get organized, and stay that&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stop smoking&lt;/li&gt;
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These are big goals for me. &amp;nbsp;Something I struggle with daily. &amp;nbsp;I personally believe that for your &quot;resolutions&quot; to happen, you must get a head start on them. &amp;nbsp;You can&#39;t expect it to all fall into place on January 1st without preparation. &amp;nbsp;I feel you should spend November and December planning, preparing, researching. &amp;nbsp;And that&#39;s exactly what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I officially began the organizing part. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m totally caught up on laundry. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m proud to say, my baskets are NOT filled with clean clothes, or dirty. &amp;nbsp;I will admit, I have dirty clothes in the hamper, and I may wash them later. &amp;nbsp;But they are small loads. &amp;nbsp;Normally I wait until I can do a large load. &amp;nbsp;Today, I completely cleaned up the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;OK, that&#39;s a lie. &amp;nbsp;My table is still covered. &amp;nbsp;But, it always will be. &amp;nbsp;The best I can do there is keep it organized, which it is. &lt;br /&gt;
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I spent some time yesterday looking up cleaning routines others used. &amp;nbsp;I think I found one I like, but I need to alter it a bit. &amp;nbsp;It will serve as an &quot;idea routine&quot;, to help me create my own. &amp;nbsp;Which I plan to do later today. &amp;nbsp;I hate clutter. &amp;nbsp;I hate being &quot;the dirty family&quot;. &amp;nbsp;I have so much clutter (which isn&#39;t actually mine, but is my husband&#39;s haha). &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m working hard on clearing this clutter, or at least organizing it better.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to stop smoking. &amp;nbsp;I have done it before. &amp;nbsp;Back in July 2009. &amp;nbsp;And I lasted until November 2009, when temptation around a house full of smokers was too much. &amp;nbsp;I tried quitting again a few months ago, and soon realized my addiction was worse. &amp;nbsp;I was no longer simply addicted to the habit, I was addicted to the nicotine. &amp;nbsp;By day 3 I was so spazzed out that my husband had to stay home from work that morning. &amp;nbsp;It was a terrible experience, and I do not wish to experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m happy to report, today I scheduled an appointment with my PCP. &amp;nbsp;I told them I needed to be seen for pain management (I should add that to my list, but it&#39;s not that simple) and to discuss starting Chantix. &amp;nbsp;And, because I joined the &quot;Breathe&quot; coaching program through my insurance company, the prescription will be free of charge. &amp;nbsp;I know how terrible this sounds. &amp;nbsp;You&#39;re probably thinking &quot;If you can afford your&amp;nbsp;cigarettes&amp;nbsp; you can afford the cessations&quot;. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not that simple. &amp;nbsp;To simply start a patch and toss the cigarettes is terrifying. &amp;nbsp;I need to know that it is OK to &quot;cheat&quot;. &amp;nbsp;You can&#39;t do that with the patches or gum. &amp;nbsp;But, with Chantix, you can. &amp;nbsp;It helps to wean you off the addiction slowly, instead of all at once. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m excited! &amp;nbsp;Just 5 more days until this appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you made your New Year Resolution yet? &amp;nbsp;What is it? &amp;nbsp;Are you doing anything to prepare for it NOW? &amp;nbsp;Have you decided a plan of action to help you stay on track?&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have any organizing tips, please share them! &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m opened to ideas. &amp;nbsp;I hate looking at an area and becoming so overwhelmed with the task that I get no where. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;d love to hear your cleaning routines, food organization, tips, tricks, etc. &amp;nbsp;What about all those papers your children bring home from school? &amp;nbsp;How long do you keep them before safely disposing of them?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2839381268979605031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/11/an-early-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/2839381268979605031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/2839381268979605031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/11/an-early-start.html' title='An Early Start'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-8321000015854564393</id><published>2012-11-19T07:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-11-19T07:43:43.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 (The Kitchen)</title><content type='html'>The girls are off to school. &amp;nbsp;Well, technically, they are off to the bus stop. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s a dreary morning, wet and rainy. &amp;nbsp;But thankfully one of Josie&#39;s friends lives down the street, so they get a ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of Josie, she so did not want to wake up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;
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She needed to be up 30 minutes earlier than usual for a school morning. &amp;nbsp;That girl needed a bath, and since I wasn&#39;t home last night to give her one, that meant waking up early for a morning shower. &amp;nbsp;Took a good 20 minutes to wake her up, and even then she wasn&#39;t really &quot;up&quot;. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m happy to report, she did look MUCH better when she left for school vs. woke up for school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today&#39;s kitchen focus is my cabinets. &amp;nbsp;I need to sort them, big time...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m planning on moving my lunch box cabinet over to my coffee cup cabinet. &amp;nbsp;Ok, I&#39;m not moving the cabinet. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m just swapping places. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully that will make it easier on all aspects of those pesky sandwich boxes.&lt;/div&gt;
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As for the drink mix cabinet, it&#39;s staying there. &amp;nbsp;But I picked up these small wire shelves from Dollar Tree and am planning to use them to help organize this better. &amp;nbsp;And then there is the cabinet with all the medicine. &amp;nbsp;Just trust me when I say my cabinets need help. &amp;nbsp;So they are my focus for today.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am cleaning out the oven. &amp;nbsp;Well, the oven is cleaning itself. &amp;nbsp;I turned the timer on this morning, since ya know, I was up bright and early. &amp;nbsp;And lucky me, it&#39;ll be done in time for nap time!&lt;/div&gt;
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Cleaned counters connected to stove&lt;br /&gt;
Cleaned top surface of oven&lt;br /&gt;
Swept the floor&lt;br /&gt;
One load of dishes&lt;br /&gt;
cleaned UNDER the freezer, fridge, and stove (that was a mess!)&lt;br /&gt;
Sorted out my cookie cutters&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of cookie cutters....&lt;br /&gt;
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I have over 300 of them. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s an addiction, and I can&#39;t seem to quit picking up more. &amp;nbsp;Today though, I sorted them. &amp;nbsp;I know I don&#39;t need 300 cookie cutters. &amp;nbsp;A lot were duplicates. &amp;nbsp;In fact, one tub was just that--about 7 different cookie cutters, but duplicated in different colors. &amp;nbsp;This would be the 100 count tub I bought last week. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve listed most on Listia, so wish me luck there! &amp;nbsp;And then I sorted out the cutters in my drawer. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve put several in a bag for my mom. &amp;nbsp;Granted, she only makes cookies with them. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve ever used mine for cookies haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just can&#39;t help my addiction. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve learned the kids eat more food when I make the food look fun. &amp;nbsp;And who can blame them? &amp;nbsp;But, I am getting better. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not just grabbing every cookie cutter I come across. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I found some the other day on Listia I REALLY wanted. &amp;nbsp;They were tea pot shaped, 3 different sizes. &amp;nbsp;I so want those. &amp;nbsp;But, I went ahead and passed. &amp;nbsp;I have to real here, as cute as they were, chances are slim that I would actually use them.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyhow, I feel productive. &amp;nbsp;I managed to get some cleaning done. &amp;nbsp;I still have more to finish. &amp;nbsp;But hey, I still have all week! &amp;nbsp;Wonder how much I&#39;ll get done tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8659658161566063122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-made-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/8659658161566063122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/8659658161566063122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-made-progress.html' title='I Made Progress!'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kmw0KpLg8vGoP0nsrSapjuwZV45VI3ECU9BvSApCuYOZ4UFgn5oGeEE_-2xu4T0C3vdustD9tCN8ki64kMzwAQK8EmfO2L-pA73i1PU6N9UZlMYv_7pKji2QRp6ECIkgmjc8gZpGgn2L/s72-c/DSCN6689.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-1019800431052402562</id><published>2012-11-18T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-11-18T12:55:13.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1:  The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to learn some sort of cleaning routine. &amp;nbsp;Right now, my home is such a mess, that I never really get anything done. &amp;nbsp;Sure, I do some cleaning here and there. &amp;nbsp;But I go in some many circles, I never find a point to say &quot;Yes, my home is clean&quot;. &amp;nbsp;So, I&#39;m taking a different tactic. &amp;nbsp;Though I&#39;m sure it won&#39;t last long.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m going to spend an entire week focusing on just one room. &amp;nbsp;I know that sounds like a lot of time. &amp;nbsp;And it is. &amp;nbsp;But I&#39;m hoping it will help. &amp;nbsp;For that entire week not only will I clean, but I will also declutter and organize. &amp;nbsp;I need to rearrange some things. &amp;nbsp;I need to toss out some things. &amp;nbsp;I tend to collect things because I like them, but don&#39;t actually have a place for them. &amp;nbsp;If I reorganize, I just might be able to make room yet make the room look decent.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I move on to the next week, the first room should be to the point that I spend no more than a few minutes spot cleaning. &amp;nbsp;So, I will go to the next room, while still continuing to clean the previous room. &amp;nbsp;Such as, next week I can do the living room. &amp;nbsp;I should be able to put most of my focus on just that room, but still dedicate a little time each day to the previous room(s).&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, time to tackle my kitchen. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s horrendous looking. &amp;nbsp;I need to figure out how to move things around. &amp;nbsp;I wonder how many of my family members I will confuse as I move things around.&lt;br /&gt;
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Super Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1019800431052402562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/11/week-1-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/1019800431052402562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/1019800431052402562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/11/week-1-kitchen.html' title='Week 1:  The Kitchen'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-6915923755555169230</id><published>2012-04-30T12:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-30T12:25:27.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five People</title><content type='html'>Throughout our lives we meet so many people. &amp;nbsp;Some are only in passing. &amp;nbsp;You talk with a stranger on the bus. Soothe the worried mom in the emergency room. &amp;nbsp;Some change your day, some change your life. &amp;nbsp;Today, I&#39;m going to list five people who changed my life in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;Mrs. Ronda Modglin. &amp;nbsp;She was my sixth and seventh grade math teacher. &amp;nbsp;She was a very caring woman. &amp;nbsp;The type of teacher you trusted and always felt comfortable about. &amp;nbsp;She is top on my list. &amp;nbsp;She changed my life dramatically. &amp;nbsp;In the seventh grade she noticed a downfall in my math skills. &amp;nbsp;I was very good back then, I loved math. &amp;nbsp;So one day she pulled me to the side and told me to spill the beans. &amp;nbsp;And I did. &amp;nbsp;Through all the tears and sobbing, she listened. &amp;nbsp;And when I was done, she just held me. &amp;nbsp;The way a mother holds her child when they are sick or sad. &amp;nbsp;It felt so good. &amp;nbsp;As a result of that day, I was removed from my birth father&#39;s home and placed with my birth mother. &amp;nbsp;I had felt like life was over before that day. &amp;nbsp;Because of her, I kept moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;Mrs. Gough. &amp;nbsp;She was my 8th grade computer class teacher. &amp;nbsp;Similar to my math teacher in every way. &amp;nbsp;A woman, teacher, you felt comfortable spilling your guts too. &amp;nbsp;So when she pulled me to the side, that&#39;s what I did, again. &amp;nbsp;I told her of the various abuse I had going on at home. &amp;nbsp;I showed her the cuts I had covering my arms. &amp;nbsp;It didn&#39;t take long for her to make some calls. &amp;nbsp;Through this transition of waiting for police to show up, being moved from place to place, she followed me. &amp;nbsp;When we were in the car, she held my hand. &amp;nbsp;When we were waiting in some random office, she kept her arms protectively wrapped around me. &amp;nbsp;Again, another amazing teacher that saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;Cari Parker. &amp;nbsp;This is my mom. &amp;nbsp;No, not the woman that gave birth to me. &amp;nbsp;I was adopted when I was 16. &amp;nbsp;She took me in with no questions. &amp;nbsp;She knew I was a troubled teen, but she saw potential in me that no one else would take the time to see. &amp;nbsp;Cari didn&#39;t see me as a piece of garbage to throw out. &amp;nbsp;I love my mom with my everything. &amp;nbsp;I dread the day she will no longer be there for me. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t even want to think of life without her here.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;The nurse that taught me to breastfeed. &amp;nbsp;I know that probably sounds strange. &amp;nbsp;When I was pregnant with Josie, I wasn&#39;t sure if I would breastfeed or not. &amp;nbsp;It looked like a natural thing to do, but also seemed a little weird. &amp;nbsp;When it came time to have Josie, I decided to give it a try. &amp;nbsp;The nurse brought her to me and showed me several positions. &amp;nbsp;She also showed me how to use those positions without the side rails up (after all, my bed doesn&#39;t have those and the football hold isn&#39;t that easy without that extra support lol). &amp;nbsp;She gave me all sorts of tips and advice. &amp;nbsp;Printed out materials for me and went over everything. &amp;nbsp;She even posted a sign in my room and on the door that said &quot;This Momma breastfeeds. &amp;nbsp;No pacifiers, no sugar water. &amp;nbsp;If it ain&#39;t the boob, keep it away.&quot;. &amp;nbsp;I still laugh today thinking back to those signs. &amp;nbsp;But I&#39;m very thankful for her and the signs. &amp;nbsp;When I was exhausted, she helped me through it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because of that great experience, when I became pregnant with the twins, I knew I could handle the challenge. Little did I know, I would have tons of difficulties. &amp;nbsp;Things didn&#39;t work out as planned with the twins. &amp;nbsp;And I didn&#39;t have a good support team at home or at the hospital. &amp;nbsp;But, I gave it my all. &amp;nbsp;I had to give them formula, but it wasn&#39;t from lack of trying. &amp;nbsp;If I have any more kids in the future, breastfeeding will still be my number one choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;And finally, my little brother Donny. &amp;nbsp;He was also adopted, but as a baby. &amp;nbsp;Donny was born 8 1/2 weeks premature, cocaine addicted, has fetal alcohol syndrome and spina bifida. &amp;nbsp;Doctor after doctor said he was a lost cause. &amp;nbsp;Donny would never walk. &amp;nbsp;Never talk. &amp;nbsp;Never feed himself, go to the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;Be able to run and play with other kids. &amp;nbsp;He proved them all wrong. &amp;nbsp;Yes, Donny has some issues today, but NOTHING like the doctors predicted. &amp;nbsp;He runs, jumps, skips, swims, hops and plays just like any other little boy with zero problem. &amp;nbsp;He feeds himself, dresses himself, ties his own shoes. &amp;nbsp;And if you wanted too, he can sit for hours talking about anything and everything. &amp;nbsp;His speech isn&#39;t always clear, but you can definitely understand what he says without a struggle. &amp;nbsp;He can control his bladder, but not his bowels. &amp;nbsp;Donny doesn&#39;t let that stop him from being a happy kid. &amp;nbsp;He has taught me that life is worth living. &amp;nbsp;That no problem is worth moping around about. &amp;nbsp;That no matter what life throws at you, ALWAYS make strawberry milk (his philosophy haha).&lt;br /&gt;
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There are many other important people in my life. &amp;nbsp;And a few people I&#39;ve met along the way that aren&#39;t in my life that I still value greatly. &amp;nbsp;I could probably go on and on with a never ending list. &amp;nbsp;But for today, I wanted to share with you all my top 5 and the reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;
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Super Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6915923755555169230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/04/five-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/6915923755555169230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/6915923755555169230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/04/five-people.html' title='Five People'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-6426765242187315323</id><published>2012-04-28T23:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-28T23:14:06.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery is Missing Company</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m beginning to live my life in misery. &amp;nbsp;The Neurontin isn&#39;t doing much to help me. &amp;nbsp;My &quot;good&quot; days have been better, but not more frequent. &amp;nbsp;The ratio is generally 10 good, 20 bad of 30 days. &amp;nbsp;I still only have &quot;10 good&quot;. &amp;nbsp;Only difference is instead of my pain level being around 6, it&#39;s at about 4. &amp;nbsp;My bad days continue to sit at 8 or 9. &amp;nbsp;Of course the good/bad days fluctuate from week to week. &amp;nbsp;Just because I went one month with 10 good days doesn&#39;t mean next month will be the same. &amp;nbsp;I could get lucky and have more good days, or, misery can join me and my good days could be less.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to the doctor for my one month follow up. &amp;nbsp;I detest this guy. &amp;nbsp;He has things so strict that I have no choice but to suffer through the near crippling pain. &amp;nbsp;He wrote me a prescription for 60 Vicodin, to last 60 days. &amp;nbsp;He told me he wouldn&#39;t refill it before then. &amp;nbsp;But I&#39;m also not allowed to get pain meds anywhere else. &amp;nbsp;If I do, then he will &quot;black list&quot; me, making it difficult to find a doctor that will prescribe them. &amp;nbsp;This past month was TERRIBLE. &amp;nbsp;I went through 46 of those 60 pills. &amp;nbsp;I had 3 days in there where I thought for sure my right ovary exploded. &amp;nbsp;The pain was intense enough I wanted to go to the ER. &amp;nbsp;The only reason I didn&#39;t was because I had no one to watch the twins.....&lt;br /&gt;
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I was going to see my GYNO about it. &amp;nbsp;But I didn&#39;t....&lt;br /&gt;
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....because the PCP would black list me. &amp;nbsp;If I had seen my GYNO he would have Rx&#39;ed pain medication. &amp;nbsp;He understands that I do have pain. &amp;nbsp;He&#39;s also aware that I could potentially take what he prescribes for something else (the back pain).&lt;br /&gt;
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I try my best to make them stretch. &amp;nbsp;I take Midol, Aleve, Advil, Excedrin....and all their generics. &amp;nbsp;At best my pain level *might* go down one notch. &amp;nbsp;Generally I have to take 4 at a time. &amp;nbsp;Personally I think it&#39;s ridiculous to expect a person living with chronic pain to only take one Vicodin a day. &amp;nbsp;Most days I want to take 6 or more. &amp;nbsp;The only reason I don&#39;t though is my fear of running out. &amp;nbsp;Because once I&#39;m out, that&#39;s it. &amp;nbsp;I have to wait until the 2 months is up before this jackass PCP will refill it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, tonight I&#39;m down to 11 pills left. &amp;nbsp;My next appointment isn&#39;t until May 29th. &amp;nbsp;There&#39;s no way I can make it last that long. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow I&#39;m going to look up some more doctors and make a list. &amp;nbsp;And dang it, I&#39;m going into interview mode. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t care what they think of me. &amp;nbsp;If they want to think I&#39;m just a drug seeker then it&#39;s off to the next doctor. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m bound to find someone who is willing to listen and care about my situation. &amp;nbsp;Someone who understands I&#39;d rather have enough medication to take at least 3 a day. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t need them every day. &amp;nbsp;I am able to skip a day or two. &amp;nbsp;Usually once I return to my bad day, I&#39;m taking the pills I skipped on my good days.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just ugh!! &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m sick of being in pain and finding no relief or understanding from the doctors!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Super Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6426765242187315323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/04/misery-is-missing-company.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/6426765242187315323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/6426765242187315323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/04/misery-is-missing-company.html' title='Misery is Missing Company'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-2358947893272195340</id><published>2012-03-23T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-23T13:36:00.514-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neurontin"/><title type='text'>When the World Spins</title><content type='html'>Well it&#39;s day 2 of the Neurontin. &amp;nbsp;I started it yesterday, but only took 2 doses instead of 3. &amp;nbsp;It was late afternoon when I got the prescription and it said not to take two doses at once.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I just felt funny. &amp;nbsp;Almost as though I was drunk. &amp;nbsp;And that was with just the first dose I took. &amp;nbsp;And it made me drowsy. &amp;nbsp;I started falling asleep while trying to read. &amp;nbsp;I figured me being tired already was playing a major role in that. &amp;nbsp;But today I&#39;m not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the first dose around 9am, and an hour later my mom could tell a difference. &amp;nbsp;And we were just talking on the phone, she wasn&#39;t even here with me (not that she could be, she lives 4 hours away haha). &amp;nbsp;She said I was starting to talk faster and some of my words were jumbled. &amp;nbsp;Which I also noticed but didn&#39;t really pay attention too. &amp;nbsp;Now it&#39;s several hours later and I&#39;m noticing more. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m really tired. &amp;nbsp;I feel weak. &amp;nbsp;Such as, I need to fold laundry. &amp;nbsp;But I can&#39;t lift the basket to get it to the room I need. &amp;nbsp;I mean, I could, but I just feel too weak to bother trying. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;d rather just leave my arms relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m also feeling a little clumsy. &amp;nbsp;I keep fumbling over the small things I am picking up. &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t walk straight, seem to be tripping over my own feet again haha. &amp;nbsp;This really isn&#39;t good considering I have kids to take care of. &amp;nbsp;I want to be fully functional. &amp;nbsp;Or at least not feeling clumsy and weak.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just feel REALLY relaxed. &amp;nbsp;I could totally drift off to lala land if I would allow myself. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve also got this weird tingling feeling in my mouth. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know if it&#39;s related to the medicine or not, but figure I might as well mention it. &amp;nbsp;Keep track of how I&#39;m feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m texting a friend right now. &amp;nbsp;And wow it&#39;s so not easy. &amp;nbsp;I keep fumbling over the keys, something I never do. Same thing is happening as I type. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m by no means a speed typer, but I am known for going rather quickly. &amp;nbsp;Drives James nuts to hear the constant click of my keyboard because of how fast I type. &amp;nbsp;But I&#39;m finding&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;using the backspace button quite a bit right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m really not sure how long I should put up with the side effects before telling myself it&#39;s just not worth it. &amp;nbsp;I know for some people the side effects are temporary. &amp;nbsp;But how long do they last if it&#39;s just temporary? &amp;nbsp;A month? &amp;nbsp;A week? &amp;nbsp;Several months? &amp;nbsp;I think I&#39;ll give it two weeks. &amp;nbsp;Unless of course the side effects get worse. &amp;nbsp;I really want to go read but this medicine has me too unfocused to do that. &amp;nbsp;So I&#39;ll try to eat some food (really doesn&#39;t feel like I have the energy to lift a fork to my mouth and actually chew. &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s bad haha). &amp;nbsp;After I attempt lunch I&#39;ll try for a nap. &amp;nbsp;Twins aren&#39;t asleep yet so I&#39;m not wasting time. &amp;nbsp;Maybe by the time I&#39;m ready to lie down they&#39;ll be asleep. &amp;nbsp;They are in bed for a nap. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I&#39;m off. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ll be back later if things seem worse or different. &amp;nbsp;I did just take dose number two. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m thinking pizza for dinner tonight. &amp;nbsp;Either that or James will have to cook. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t think I&#39;ll be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Overall, I think the appointment went well. &amp;nbsp;Though I did have a moment of silent panic. &amp;nbsp;I was afraid he wasn&#39;t going to give me anything. &amp;nbsp;Even though in my medical records (sent from the spine surgeon) it said it would be good for me to continue using narcotics with my normal minimal use. &amp;nbsp;The PCP started giving me a long lecture on narcotic use and why doctors are not giving them out so easily. &amp;nbsp;And he made a strong point to tell me it&#39;s not something he likes to do. &amp;nbsp;I listened to what he had to say and told him I understood his point. &amp;nbsp;I also told him I was willing to try non-narcotics, I just wanted relief.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also discussed my insomnia. &amp;nbsp;Remember my &quot;popcorn kernel&quot; post? &amp;nbsp;My brain is just too frazzled to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, I got some medicine. &amp;nbsp;He gave me a 2 month supply of Vicodin (60 pills, that&#39;s plenty) and Neurontin to use for long term management. &amp;nbsp;He did say it was going to be a trial with the Neurontin, but I&#39;m willing to give it a try. &amp;nbsp;Personally I&#39;d rather take a non-narcotic even if it means taking it several times a day. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t have any bad side effects from narcotics, but you just never know when one might sneak up on you. &amp;nbsp;And I don&#39;t want to become addicted. &amp;nbsp;So, fingers crossed it works!&lt;br /&gt;
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He also gave me Trazodone to help me sleep. &amp;nbsp;Again, a trial thing. &amp;nbsp;He said it may or may not work. &amp;nbsp;And again, I&#39;m willing to try anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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The side effects of the two new medicines kind of scare me. &amp;nbsp;Suicidal actions, major mood and behavior changes, nerve pain, insomnia (haha go figure right?), nightmares. &amp;nbsp;I realize these are just possible side effects and not everyone experiences them. &amp;nbsp;But it&#39;s still rather scary to think about. &amp;nbsp;So I&#39;m going to make sure James knows to keep an eye out for those things, just in case I don&#39;t notice them.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s about it for now. &amp;nbsp;Zoe is barking to go outside and the kids are crabbing. &amp;nbsp;Pretty sure they want some dinner. &amp;nbsp;An aspect of the day that hasn&#39;t even crossed my mind yet. &amp;nbsp;So I have to figure out what to feed them. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m exhausted. &amp;nbsp;I just want to grab my book and crawl into bed. &amp;nbsp;I did a lot of cleaning today. &amp;nbsp;And then going to the doctor and walking around Walmart waiting for my prescriptions. &amp;nbsp;It took a lot of out me. &amp;nbsp;My back really hurts, but I&#39;m holding off on the pain meds. &amp;nbsp;I want to see if I can just skip it tonight. &amp;nbsp;I figure if I can manage 3 more hours then I should be good. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m hoping the Trazodone helps me just sleep through it. &amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t they say sleep is a good medicine?&lt;br /&gt;
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My darling husband brought her home March 2nd. &amp;nbsp;Apparently I can&#39;t let him out of my sight. &amp;nbsp;We had discussed getting a new dog, but we weren&#39;t dead set on getting one right away. &amp;nbsp;Or so I thought. &amp;nbsp;Just like I thought we agreed no more PUPPIES, and that we would adopt from our local animal shelter.&lt;/div&gt;
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That didn&#39;t go as planned, at all. &amp;nbsp;James found a woman giving her away at the back end of our local Walmart parking lot. &amp;nbsp;He had just dropped me off to go grocery shopping. &amp;nbsp;We seen her, I joked and said &quot;well give me a call if I need to add puppy food to the list&quot;. &amp;nbsp;Apparently he took me seriously because 20 minutes later he sent me a picture message and requested puppy stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;
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He was told Zoe was about 7 weeks old. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not sure if I agree with that. &amp;nbsp;Hard to explain, but I almost think she&#39;s a tad younger. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s all in her teeth. &amp;nbsp;They just don&#39;t feel that strong. &amp;nbsp;She still can&#39;t manage solid hard food well, I have to add water to soften it for her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Zoe (pronounced like Zoey) is very&amp;nbsp;lovable. &amp;nbsp;She gets along with everyone, kids and cats included. &amp;nbsp;Well, mostly. &amp;nbsp;She doesn&#39;t seem to &quot;like&quot; the girls very well, but loves me. &amp;nbsp;She is in no way aggressive. &amp;nbsp;However, if Tori or Josie try to pet her, Zoe takes off running all the while she&#39;s whining also. &amp;nbsp;I took her to the neighbor&#39;s house for an introduction. &amp;nbsp;Again, when their 4 year old daughter reached to pet her, Zoe began to yelp and whine. &amp;nbsp;At Josie&#39;s birthday party, she did the same if any of the girls tried to pet her. &amp;nbsp;If she noticed a little girl coming towards her she would saunter off with her tail tucked. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not sure the reason. &amp;nbsp;Neither of my girls have hurt her, not even on accident.&lt;/div&gt;
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That first day we had her, she spent most her time following James. &amp;nbsp;If he was outside, she would sleep near my feet. &amp;nbsp;But the moment she heard him enter the house she was on his toes. &amp;nbsp;That changed by the end of the night. &amp;nbsp;Now she follows me everywhere. &amp;nbsp;And if she can&#39;t see me, she will whine. &amp;nbsp;The other day I was taking Laney out (our other dog, I&#39;ll introduce her in another post), I could hear Zoe whining inside. &amp;nbsp;When I came back in, there she was, sitting at the door waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Zoe does have a bad habit I don&#39;t like at all. &amp;nbsp;Ok several, but most are just puppy things (such as chewing on things she shouldn&#39;t). &amp;nbsp;It appears Zoe pees when she&#39;s excited. &amp;nbsp;We put our dogs in crates at night, not together but in their own. &amp;nbsp;Every morning when I let her out, she&#39;s super excited. &amp;nbsp;Jumps all over the place. &amp;nbsp;And pees while at it. &amp;nbsp;When I first noticed it I thought perhaps she just really had to go. &amp;nbsp;Until later that afternoon. &amp;nbsp;I had taken a nap without her. &amp;nbsp;So when she seen me again, she was super excited. &amp;nbsp;And of course peed. &amp;nbsp;If I pick her up right after letting her out of her crate, she still goes, while suspended in air (I&#39;ve learned to hold her away from me first thing in the morning). &amp;nbsp;She&#39;ll still potty once you get her outside. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m really hoping this is just a puppy thing and she doesn&#39;t continue this. &amp;nbsp;Though I have met some &quot;adult&quot; dogs (not old, just no longer puppies) that do this same thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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While we may not have adopted Zoe from the animal shelter, she&#39;s still a definite keeper. &amp;nbsp;According to the person James acquired her from, the previous owner left her behind (something about the Parking Lot Woman&#39;s neighbor had a dog who had puppies. &amp;nbsp;They couldn&#39;t find a home for Zoe before moving, so they just left her behind. &amp;nbsp;Parking Lot Woman found her running into the street and took her in to try and rehome her). &amp;nbsp;So I suppose in the end, we did still end up rescuing a dog. &amp;nbsp;I still had high hopes of getting an older dog (a dog that was 2+ years old). &amp;nbsp;Puppies are easy to find homes for, but many older dogs aren&#39;t as lucky.&lt;/div&gt;
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So there you have it. &amp;nbsp;Our newest family member. &amp;nbsp;She still needs to visit the vet. &amp;nbsp;And I&#39;m thinking we&#39;ll try to do that this weekend. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m pretty sure our vet&#39;s office is open on Saturdays. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ll have to double check that. &amp;nbsp;If they aren&#39;t, then there is a day they are open later in the evening (I know it&#39;s one of those, but can&#39;t remember which).&lt;/div&gt;
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I am thrilled to have such avid readers at an early age. &amp;nbsp;Reading is very important no matter your age. &amp;nbsp;I firmly believe it is something that should begin at birth. &amp;nbsp;No, I don&#39;t mean your child should learn to read the moment he/she is born. &amp;nbsp;But I do believe it is important that YOU read to them. &amp;nbsp;It can be anything. &amp;nbsp;No one says you have to read nursery rhymes. &amp;nbsp;When Josie was a baby, I read recipes out loud to her. &amp;nbsp;As she got older, I boxes and instructions. &amp;nbsp;Eventually we added in children&#39;s books.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is Miles. &amp;nbsp;He is thoroughly enjoying a book by Dr.&amp;nbsp;Seuss. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m really not sure which one. &amp;nbsp;But he didn&#39;t want to give it up. &amp;nbsp;And he was even more thrilled with the book when Daddy sat next to him and read it. &amp;nbsp;This seems to be the only activity he&#39;ll be still for any length of time.&lt;/div&gt;
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Emmit was reading Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. &amp;nbsp;I have no clue who the author is. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m pretty sure this book came from some military collection that James brought home from work. &amp;nbsp;Either way, it&#39;s Emmit&#39;s favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone else think he has some big feet? &amp;nbsp;I love the way his feet stick out above that giant book.&lt;br /&gt;
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Josie happens to be reading Purplicious. &amp;nbsp;From the series Pinkalicious. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m probably spelling those wrong, but anyone wild a child that loves that character knows what I&#39;m talking about. &amp;nbsp;Josie has a strong love for reading books. &amp;nbsp;She can&#39;t fully read on her own yet. &amp;nbsp;But she sure tries. &amp;nbsp;Her teacher has the class working on the Book-It Program. &amp;nbsp;For February she was required to read a total of 145 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Which worked out to 5 minutes a night, including weekends. &amp;nbsp;Josie&#39;s total minutes read for the month was 265. &amp;nbsp;And that wasn&#39;t counting them all. &amp;nbsp;I had read to her last night, then marked it on the sheet. &amp;nbsp;Later, her dad spent another 15 minutes reading to her and tonight we read for 10 more minutes. &amp;nbsp;All unaccounted for. &amp;nbsp;We never added up the weekend reading. &amp;nbsp;I always forgot. &lt;br /&gt;
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I love that my children enjoy to read. &amp;nbsp;And I&#39;m really hoping the twins will continue to enjoy it as they get older.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of reading, I&#39;m off to do that myself. &amp;nbsp;I forgot how much fun it is to just sit and a read a book! &amp;nbsp;I finished one today that I started last night. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow I&#39;ll write up a review about it for you all. &amp;nbsp;Just be warned, it was an autobiography. &amp;nbsp;Totally worth a read too. &amp;nbsp;Stay tuned to find out what book I read!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hair detangler, such a popular product in most homes. &amp;nbsp;From lower class to upper class, chances are you&#39;ll find some version of the stuff. &amp;nbsp;And if you&#39;re a mom, you definitely keep plenty in stock.&lt;br /&gt;
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But this stuff can be expensive! &amp;nbsp;So I decided it&#39;s time to make my own (OK I decided this a long time ago haha). &amp;nbsp;And here&#39;s how I do it--&lt;br /&gt;
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Small Spray Bottle (can be purchased from dollar store, Walmart has them in the cosmetics deparment)&lt;br /&gt;
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1 cup &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; water&lt;br /&gt;
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Combine hot water, vinegar and conditioner in your spray bottle, shake well. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;d say about 2 minutes. &amp;nbsp;You want to make sure the conditioner dissolves/melts. &amp;nbsp;And you&#39;re done! &lt;br /&gt;
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Play around with the recipe. &amp;nbsp;Since I don&#39;t actually measure anything, these are rough estimates as to how much I actually use. &amp;nbsp;Hair detangler isn&#39;t exactly science. &amp;nbsp;So long as you know how to shake and pour you&#39;re good to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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**I reused an old bottle of purchased hair detangler. &amp;nbsp;If you have one around, go for that. &amp;nbsp;If you have any empty spritz bottles (from body mists, hair spray etc) thoroughly clean them out and tada, you&#39;re recycling! &amp;nbsp;It doesn&#39;t matter what brand hair conditioner you use. &amp;nbsp;I use what we have on hand. &amp;nbsp;No point spending extra money. &amp;nbsp;Remember we are trying to save money. &amp;nbsp;Then again, feel free to go out and buy the fancy stuff. &amp;nbsp;You&#39;re going to be able to make several bottles of detangler from one bottle of conditioner. &amp;nbsp;So either way, you&#39;re still saving yourself money.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you try this? &amp;nbsp;What do you think of it?&lt;br /&gt;
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*This is not an original idea&amp;nbsp;obviously. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve been making it myself for a while now, but just recently discovered there are tons and tons of other people blogging about it.*&lt;br /&gt;
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Super Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2538589419658692495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/diy-hair-detangler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/2538589419658692495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/2538589419658692495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/diy-hair-detangler.html' title='DIY Hair Detangler'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIz3QgyunukwHWcx3c4PZ_ZcN7yukcHxbpsbPzGFJRj_gV8fXOPECtZjNlMOwq2vTiGnlhS9fQ0wVnAbQEbYTSzu14SpffzloGumjytyESn5L1IB59PZgGlOj1jOhO0vNDi7Ubh8A7Rgp/s72-c/hairdetangler.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-1927846449328898879</id><published>2012-02-28T10:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T21:09:31.120-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borax"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DIY"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homemade"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laundry soap"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soap"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="washing soda"/><title type='text'>Homemade Laundry Soap</title><content type='html'>So I recently started making my own laundry soap. &amp;nbsp;Only for about 2 months now. &amp;nbsp;And I&#39;m loving it. &amp;nbsp;Thought I would share with you all how I do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;**I have no idea if this works for a front loader. &amp;nbsp;I have no idea if this is safe for HE washers. &amp;nbsp;My washer is a top loader and about 10 years old**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1 bar soap (any works, I use Ivory)*&lt;br /&gt;
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Grate the bar soap down. &amp;nbsp;Any grater should work. &amp;nbsp;I have a generic one sided cheese grater I bought from dollar tree. &amp;nbsp;Combine the grated soap with the borax and oxiclean, mix well and tada you&#39;re done! &amp;nbsp;I use a teaspoon measure for mine--&lt;br /&gt;
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2tsp for small or light dirt loads&lt;br /&gt;
4tsp for large/heavy soiled loads&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;***It takes 3tsp to make 1tbsp***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Most people will use roughly 1tbsp for small/light soiled loads up to 3tbsp for the large/heavy loads. &amp;nbsp;I have found that teaspoons work great for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;**Notes for Ingredients**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bar Soap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--I use whatever I happen to have hand. &amp;nbsp;Some will suggest using Fels Nappa (think that&#39;s how it&#39;s spelled). &amp;nbsp;It can be found in your stores laundry detergent aisle. &amp;nbsp;It really is up to you. &amp;nbsp;I suggest not using soaps that are &quot;oily&quot; or strongly scented. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve used dove, ivory and irish spring (at different times, not at once).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oxiclean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;--Most people will use Arm &amp;amp; Hammer &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;WASHING&lt;/span&gt; soda (not the same as baking soda). &amp;nbsp;Either will get the job done. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m using Oxiclean because I happen to have 2 large tubs of it already. &amp;nbsp;If you&#39;re going to cost efficiency then I suggest the WASHING SODA. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s cheaper and you get more. &amp;nbsp;Once I run out of my Oxiclean, I&#39;ll be making the switch to the washing soda.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t use liquid fabric softner. &amp;nbsp;But I do use a dryer bar. &amp;nbsp;The liquid version really isn&#39;t needed. &amp;nbsp;You can use vinegar in it&#39;s place. &amp;nbsp;And some people still use dryer sheets. &amp;nbsp;Those can be cut in half and still give you the same softness.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve no complaints about the switch in laundry soap. &amp;nbsp;In fact, my husband finally confessed that he likes this better! &amp;nbsp;When it&#39;s all done washing, it doesn&#39;t have a gender specific smell (as he says). &amp;nbsp;It just smells fresh and clean. &amp;nbsp;He likes this because he works around a bunch of men and wasn&#39;t found of his clothes smelling flowery. Makes no sense to me, not like they are hugging each other at work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me know if you try this and how you like it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signed,&lt;br /&gt;
Super Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1927846449328898879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/homemade-laundry-soap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/1927846449328898879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/1927846449328898879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/homemade-laundry-soap.html' title='Homemade Laundry Soap'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-4165128481422855008</id><published>2012-02-27T23:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T23:08:46.110-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coloring book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="free"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freebies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IHOP"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pancakes"/><title type='text'>Random Freebies</title><content type='html'>Who doesn&#39;t love a free item? &amp;nbsp;I tend to overstock on free stuff. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes hoarding free samples. &amp;nbsp;You never know when it could come in handy. &amp;nbsp;An example would be the free Prilosec sample I requested a couple months ago. &amp;nbsp;This isn&#39;t something I ever buy, or even use. &amp;nbsp;Nor any of the other brands/versions of heartburn medicines. &amp;nbsp;However, out of no where, last week my husband ended up with some bad heartburn that made everything uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to this random free item, I saved myself $5!&lt;br /&gt;
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Free Pancakes at IHOP--On 2/28/12 IHOP is offering their customers a free short order of pancakes. &amp;nbsp;Offer valid only on 2/28/12 from the hours of 7am to 10pm. &amp;nbsp;Sounds like the perfect opportunity for a breakfast date with friends or your kids perhaps!&lt;br /&gt;
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FREE Coral Reefs Project WET activity booklet. &amp;nbsp;Go to NOAA&#39;s home page. &amp;nbsp;Scroll to the bottom, click on &quot;contact us&quot;. &amp;nbsp;Email them your name and address. &amp;nbsp;Then sit back and wait for it to arrive. &amp;nbsp;Or just go &lt;a href=&quot;http://coralreef.noaa.gov/contactus/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and then email them.&lt;br /&gt;
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FREE Otto Otter Coloring Book. &amp;nbsp;Just send an email to pninfo.@usbr.gov Include your name, address, email, telephone number and name of your requested item (the coloring book). &amp;nbsp;In this house, there is no such thing as too many coloring books! &amp;nbsp;Even these educational ones come in handy (I&#39;m picturing a friendlier grocery shopping trip--kids should stay entertained)&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok that&#39;s just a few I&#39;ve come across tonight. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ll post more tomorrow night sometime. &amp;nbsp;Maybe in the afternoon, just depends on how the twins are during the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signed,&lt;br /&gt;
Super Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4165128481422855008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-freebies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/4165128481422855008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/4165128481422855008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-freebies.html' title='Random Freebies'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-3072058817208862199</id><published>2012-02-27T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T07:50:58.900-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couponing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coupons"/><title type='text'>Monday&#39;s Daily Lesson</title><content type='html'>Starting today, I shall have a &quot;daily lesson&quot;. &amp;nbsp;No, not some sort of tutorial or teaching guide. &amp;nbsp;Just something I discovered/learned that.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you go grocery shopping, do not let your 2 year old hold on to your coupon binder. &amp;nbsp;It won&#39;t end well. &amp;nbsp;At the same time, don&#39;t let your 5 year old hold it either.&lt;br /&gt;
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We started the trip with Miles playing with the binder. &amp;nbsp;Not a big deal really. &amp;nbsp;He was just flipping through the pages. &amp;nbsp;Until I looked away. &amp;nbsp;That snot was slowly pulling out my sorted coupons and throwing them down. &amp;nbsp;Being I was distracted, I didn&#39;t notice this. &amp;nbsp;Finally some man stopped me. &amp;nbsp;He had a handful of coupons! &amp;nbsp;Our conversation went like this--&lt;br /&gt;
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Bob--Ma&#39;am please stop a moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me--Oh I&#39;m sorry, am I in the way? (yeah I don&#39;t know why I would need to stop if I&#39;m in the way haha)&lt;br /&gt;
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Bob--No, but I wanted to give these back to you (hands me the stack of coupons)&lt;br /&gt;
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Me--Oh. &amp;nbsp;Are you sure they are mine? &amp;nbsp;Is it that obvious I use coupons (as I cover up my binder haha)&lt;br /&gt;
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Bob--Well, I&#39;ve been following you for 10 minutes now watching your little boy in the cart pull them out and throw them down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me--Stalk much? &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m kidding, thank you though I really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bob--No problem. &amp;nbsp;I find it a fun hobby to stalk to women who have coupon littering toddlers (he&#39;s laughing while saying this--so glad he understood my humor)&lt;br /&gt;
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We chatted a bit more and went about our ways. &amp;nbsp;After that I let Josie carry the binder. &amp;nbsp;After all, she is my helper. &amp;nbsp;Even with those. &amp;nbsp;She loves when the neighbor brings over the paper for me. &amp;nbsp;She rushes to the kitchen to snatch up the scissors before I can. &amp;nbsp;And she&#39;s good at it. &amp;nbsp;That girl has been known to find coupons I missed (hey, sometimes they are hidden in advertisement!).&lt;br /&gt;
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Having Josie hold them wasn&#39;t much better. &amp;nbsp;She would look through them and ask for everything! &amp;nbsp;Okay, not really. &amp;nbsp;But she asked for everything she liked that she spotted a coupon for. &amp;nbsp;In the end, &amp;nbsp;I did cave and buy her some of those Lucky Charms cereal bars. &amp;nbsp;After all, I had a coupon for it. &amp;nbsp;And through her whole list, she only asked for things we had a coupon for. &lt;br /&gt;
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Which reminds me. &amp;nbsp;I decided to pick up a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. &amp;nbsp;Happens to be Josie&#39;s all time favorite. &amp;nbsp;Here&#39;s the short conversation we had about that--&lt;br /&gt;
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Josie--Mommy do you have a coupon for that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Me--I don&#39;t think so. &amp;nbsp;You have the binder why don&#39;t you check.&lt;br /&gt;
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Josie--(after taking a moment to look) Mommy put it back, there&#39;s no coupon!&lt;br /&gt;
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Me--Josie, it&#39;s ok. &amp;nbsp;We don&#39;t always need a coupon. &amp;nbsp;But next time we&#39;ll make sure we have one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Josie--Oh I&#39;m telling Daddy. &amp;nbsp;Better put it back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me--Josie do you want your favorite cereal or not?&lt;br /&gt;
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Josie--Mommy I love you. &amp;nbsp;We&#39;ll just pretend we had a coupon but gave it to some other girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me--Josie, I love you. &amp;nbsp;But let&#39;s not lie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lesson learned. &amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t let the toddler hold the binder, he&#39;ll just pull them out and earn you a stalker. &amp;nbsp;And don&#39;t let the 5 year old hold it either. &amp;nbsp;She turns into the Coupon Police.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3072058817208862199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/mondays-daily-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/3072058817208862199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/3072058817208862199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/mondays-daily-lesson.html' title='Monday&#39;s Daily Lesson'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-5269113561454742248</id><published>2012-02-26T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T09:28:18.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday Plans</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve got big plans for today. &amp;nbsp;I think it&#39;s time to officially to sort out my clothes...AGAIN. &amp;nbsp;I seem to do this often. &amp;nbsp;I toss out more then I&#39;m bringing in. &amp;nbsp;Right now I have a drawer crammed full with shirts. &amp;nbsp;Most of those shirts have been sitting there, unworn, for at least 6 months. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s time to be honest with myself. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not going to wear them. &amp;nbsp;I like them, I think they are cute/nice. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m just not going to actually get around to wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, my plan is to sort them out. &amp;nbsp;And I&#39;ll actually toss them with my yard sale pile. &amp;nbsp;Not going to throw them in the trash, offer them on Freecycle, or cut them up into some new random project. &amp;nbsp;We only have a couple more months before the yard sale season hits. &amp;nbsp;And I want to make some money! &amp;nbsp;I still have things left over from last year, that I will put out yet again. &amp;nbsp;But now I have new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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On top of my clothing that I&#39;ll be putting out, I have some of the kids&#39; clothes and toys. &amp;nbsp;I have 3 large diaper boxes filled with summer clothes for the girls. &amp;nbsp;However, most will be too small come summer/spring/warm weather. &amp;nbsp;We&#39;ll keep a few things to get them by until I can buy &quot;new&quot; stuff. &amp;nbsp;But no point letting the girls put the clothes away if I&#39;ll just end up telling them to take it off.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really need to figure out how to set things up. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t have tables to use. &amp;nbsp;And no garage. &amp;nbsp;So hanging clothes won&#39;t work. &amp;nbsp;Okay, well I do have one card table to use. &amp;nbsp;And I&#39;ll probably pull out my long coffee table. &amp;nbsp;Oh oh! &amp;nbsp;And I have a decent sized piece of board/wood I can use to make into a table. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ll get it all worked out somehow. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m just not doing a tarp on the ground with mounds of clothing. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;d never sell anything that way!&lt;br /&gt;
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I also think I&#39;ll just do a set price for things. &amp;nbsp;Such as &quot;women&#39;s tops $1, girls tops $1...&quot; etc. &amp;nbsp;Instead of doing individual prices for everything. &amp;nbsp;Granted, I&#39;ll still have some things with an actual price tag. &amp;nbsp;But not the clothes (unless I think it warrants a special price).&lt;br /&gt;
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But for now, sort out my clothing!&lt;br /&gt;
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Signed,&lt;br /&gt;
Super Mom&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. It&#39;s going to be warm today. &amp;nbsp;Only 9:30am and it&#39;s already 51* outside.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5269113561454742248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-sunday-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/5269113561454742248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/5269113561454742248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-sunday-plans.html' title='My Sunday Plans'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-6174821551026866902</id><published>2012-02-26T01:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T01:32:48.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Addiction</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have plenty of addictions. &amp;nbsp;And most are healthy. &amp;nbsp;None are illegal. &amp;nbsp;But right now, I&#39;m just loving &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.listia.com/signup/291515&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Listia&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s sort of a mix between Freecycle and eBay. &amp;nbsp;The Freecycle mix is that everything is free (though you may have to pay shipping sometimes--more on that in a minute). &amp;nbsp;The eBay mix is that you bid! &amp;nbsp;But you bid with credits, not money.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only time money is involved is if a person requires you pay shipping on an auction. &amp;nbsp;And that&#39;s something you&#39;ll know before you even bid. &amp;nbsp;But most auctions (okay, the ones I view) offer free shipping!&lt;br /&gt;
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Earning credits is easy also. &amp;nbsp;You just list your own items! &amp;nbsp;And you can either offer free shipping, or charge the winner the shipping fee. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s up to you. &amp;nbsp;They also start you off with some credits. &amp;nbsp;When you join Listia via &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.listia.com/signup/291515&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;THIS LINK&lt;/a&gt;, you&#39;ll start with between 100 and 400 credits. &amp;nbsp;You don&#39;t lose credits for being inactive. &amp;nbsp;You won&#39;t lose them for doing searches. &amp;nbsp;The only time you &quot;lose&quot; credits is if you win an auction. &amp;nbsp;Oh something else that&#39;s nice, when you are viewing an auction, it will tell you how many credits you have to bid on that item. &amp;nbsp;Very handy if you&#39;re currently winning another auction.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can find all sorts of stuff on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.listia.com/signup/291515&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Listia&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Movies, games (board, outdoor, computer--all sorts), greeting cards, collectibles, shoes, clothes, cosmetics, pet supplies, coupons for FREE products (not the ones that require a purchase to get the free item), school supplies, gaming systems, cell phones...EVEN GIFT CARDS!&lt;br /&gt;
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The gift cards are awesome. &amp;nbsp;People offer them for all sorts of stores, and at varying values. &amp;nbsp;Some will just be &quot;change&quot; left over ($1.36 Walmart gift card is an example). &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve even seen some with a value over $100!!! &amp;nbsp;But be warned, if you&#39;re just signing up you&#39;ll have a hard time winning one of those right off. &amp;nbsp;They tend to go for tons of credits (usually between 5,000 and 20,000+). &amp;nbsp;But like I said, it&#39;s easy to earn. &amp;nbsp;Just list some things you&#39;ve been meaning to get rid of anyways. &amp;nbsp;Browse around if you&#39;re not sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what are you waiting for? &amp;nbsp;Why not &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.listia.com/signup/291515&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;sign up&lt;/a&gt;? &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s totally free. &amp;nbsp;You won&#39;t get spam email from there, or any members. &amp;nbsp;Any credits you earn stay there until you spend them (and win).&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, I&#39;m going to go there now. &amp;nbsp;I need more box tops (ya know, the ones you turn in to your child&#39;s school).&lt;br /&gt;
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Signed,&lt;br /&gt;
Super Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6174821551026866902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/total-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/6174821551026866902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927583769748857109/posts/default/6174821551026866902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofamomma.blogspot.com/2012/02/total-addiction.html' title='Total Addiction'/><author><name>Busy Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634658782331219249</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/AVvXsEiBcAo-9lQiXiLjYycCOBI38rTT1Xxobd6hlbMf8J5r4ak0smfgiYhaBSr0A8BOk58CUemoAjtH3F8ED6pT95tq1oY0TUfGpvzga_0vJF3hr-S9lzCcKTF05hk4eZLd0Q/s220/297173_10151211915652138_1924680284_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927583769748857109.post-4467316339985163836</id><published>2012-02-12T23:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:27:31.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sick Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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My poor little girl is sick. &amp;nbsp;She woke up this morning with a sore throat and coughing. &amp;nbsp;The coughing wasn&#39;t too bad really. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I forgot about that aspect of her being sick. &amp;nbsp;She hasn&#39;t complained much, more just about her sore throat. &amp;nbsp;And of course, she refused medicine this morning. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t push the issue. &amp;nbsp;At the time she didn&#39;t have a fever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Around 7:30pm I went to kiss her on the forehead and she felt really warm. &amp;nbsp;Then I noticed the slightly puffy lips. &amp;nbsp;Always an indicator for Josie. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know why, but if she has a fever her lips give it away. &amp;nbsp;So, sure enough her temp was 100.6. &amp;nbsp;Nothing too serious. &amp;nbsp;She did agree to take some medicine, but it had to be red and cherry flavored. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully that&#39;s exactly what I had to offer. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, I had to explain the importance of taking medicine only as directed. &amp;nbsp;Because once she finished her &quot;cup&quot; she asked for more! &amp;nbsp;Darn goober. &amp;nbsp;But I think she understood. &amp;nbsp;And she certainly knows not to take ANY medicine (not even cough drops) without first asking Mommy or Daddy. &amp;nbsp;Plus, she can&#39;t reach any of it...yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not sure if she&#39;ll go to school tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;There&#39;s that stupid &quot;24 hour fever free&quot; rule. &amp;nbsp;I hate it. &amp;nbsp;I understand it&#39;s importance, but I still hate it. &amp;nbsp;I figure I&#39;ll check her temperature in the morning, if she doesn&#39;t have a fever then I&#39;ll send her. &amp;nbsp;But then I risk her getting one while at school and having no way to pick her up. &amp;nbsp;I just really hope she doesn&#39;t have one tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t want her to miss out on her class Valentine&#39;s Day Party. &amp;nbsp;She&#39;s been looking forward to it all month. &amp;nbsp;And earlier she finally convinced me to fill out her cards (I&#39;m a sucker for long eyelashes and puffy lips haha). &amp;nbsp;Granted if she misses the party, she&#39;ll still get some of the goodies. &amp;nbsp;Her teacher knows she has a sister there to send it all home with. &amp;nbsp;And I&#39;ll have Tori take her (Josie&#39;s) cards in. &amp;nbsp;This way her&#39;s get passed out and her classmates can drop theirs off in her box.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhow, hopefully she&#39;s fine by morning. &amp;nbsp;Have a feeling she won&#39;t be. &amp;nbsp;I better rest up while I can.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signed,&lt;br /&gt;
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