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doo wop doo wop

Best invention ever -for the bored and whiny 4 year old male child- Nintendo 64. Mario Kart must be included. Except that the first few times he tried to play he kept tilting the paddle fully expecting it to turn his car like the Wii. But now he's good enough he can beat me (which actually isn't saying much, except did I mention that he's 4? I think being male gives you an advantage on video games though, no matter your age.) I need to find a community support group that deals with night owlish-ness behavior. Kind of like AA, but for those with an addiction to not going to bed at a decent time. Maybe then I would be so horrendously tired. I wonder what time a group like that would hold meetings. If they're after midnight then there's really point to a group is there? Unless, of course, they have brownies at those meetings. How long can a person ignore the demanding shrillish screams of multiple toddlers/preschoolers before they are considered evil human beings

aliens and the devil's number

You know in the movie "Signs" where the alien is trapped in the pantry? And Mel Gibson wants to get a good look at it, so he's trying to peek under the door, but suddenly an alien claw shoots out of the crack by the floor and he has to chop it's fingers off with a big kitchen knife? Sometimes when I'm sitting on my toilet I'm afraid an alien claw is going to shoot out at the bottom of the door and grab my foot. I just can't help it. And with the way our master bathroom is situated the door is right there lending alien claws easy access to my feet. I wonder if I should start taking a knife into the bathroom. Then again, it might be kind of awkward trying to wipe with a knife in my hand. I like to do sudoku puzzles. They're fun. Unless they are the highest difficult level ones. The ones that say "HARD" at the top (usually these are at the end of any sudoku book.) I don't like those ones. Because they weren't kidding - they'r

need your help

My brother in-law and his wife were expecting twins at the end of December. Instead her water broke around 2 AM yesterday. The babies are very early, and very tiny, and we are all very very worried. Both babies were life flighted to a hospital with a NICU which is about an hour's drive from my bro & sis-in law's house. She hasn't been able to visit them yet because she had to deliver the second baby via emergency c-section and is still in the hospital in their home town. Sophia - Sept 15, 2009 2:05am 1 pound 10 ounces, 13 inches Lukas - Sept 15, 2009 2:26am 1 pound 10 ounces, 14 inches I am asking for you help in two ways. First of all, please pray for them. All of them. It's going to be a very scary couple of days/weeks/months. Secondly, I have set up a donation fund for them, considering the exorbitant hospital bills they'll have, plus the cost of driving and staying in town to visit the babies, and all the other extra costs associated with situations lik

ducks, lyrics and bandaids

Our kids have a duck bathroom. We've had the duck stuff ever since we had kids (like when we just had one bathroom and I still thought kid stuff was cute....now that I'm surrounded by kid stuff....ugh.) Part of the decor is a duck shaped rug/bath mat on the floor. And ever since we got it I cannot use the toilet or shower with it staring up me. It seriously creeps me out. Never mind the other billions of duck eyes in that bathroom. It's just the rug. So I used to flip the duck beak up over it's eyes so it couldn't see me. Now, if I ever have to use that bathroom I just step on it's eyes until I'm done. Either that or shove an article of clothing over it, because, with it being the kids bathroom, there's guaranteed to be some kind of dirty clothing near by. ***************************************** I think that Cake has some of the most interesting lyrics. Maybe it's just because I've never seriously thought about the benefits of wearing

good news

My kids started school this week. PHEW. Two Bits started first grade on monday, and I put Opie ('Screamer' or whatever you want to call him) on the bus for the first time at exactly 12:35 tomorrow afternoon. I would tell you how many seconds that is from now, except that my math skills are horribly inadequate (I blame this on graphing calculators, and my 8th grade algebra teacher who told us it was ok to look at the answers in the back of the book.) I want to thank everyone for their awesome comments on the last post. It seems that I am not alone in the mommy-hating-hood. And I'm probably also not alone in thinking that I was the only one in that hood before the half (ok, mostly) crazed post written amidst my mothering funk. I think we all feel alone in this because when we see other moms who ask, "You're kids are so cute, what a great mom you are! So how are you today?" You can't really answer that question with, "Please excuse me while I throw t