<?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: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-3108606074974827683</id><updated>2012-02-06T15:18:36.395-08:00</updated><category term='Writer&apos;s Workshop Thursday'/><category term='I&apos;m sure you&apos;ve felt like speeding away too'/><category term='Bitching'/><category term='Enjoy your weekend'/><category term='No internet Sucks'/><category term='love hurts'/><category term='My Second Award'/><category term='If i could only find a way to get paid to stay at home'/><category term='They better bring smirnoffs with them AND a maid to clean up after'/><category term='are you serious?'/><category term='Field Trip'/><category term='Freezing Cold'/><category term='I&apos;d wish you luck but I want to win'/><category term='kids say the darnest things'/><category term='I feel pretty'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='bottoms up'/><category term='My Third and Fourth Award'/><category term='job interview'/><category term='Just don&apos;t hold your breath'/><category term='My girls are awesome'/><category term='Monkey'/><category term='Volunteering'/><category term='Writer&apos;s Workshop Wednesday'/><category term='i&apos;m such a dork'/><category term='Kinds makes me feel outta place'/><category term='embarassing'/><category term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category term='My First Award'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='lol'/><category term='move out of the way'/><category term='CVS'/><category term='September 11'/><category term='Can you tell I don&apos;t do this often'/><category term='You should do it too'/><category term='Pet peeve'/><category term='I wanna know'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Camping'/><category term='Elections'/><category term='I Need a job'/><category term='Girl Scouts'/><category term='After all you are the teacher'/><category term='my dear husband'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='The Girls Next Door'/><category term='Complaining'/><category term='life'/><category term='Letter'/><category term='Cause my poor house is paying the price'/><category term='I&apos;m doing it anyways'/><category term='Money Issues'/><category term='I love spending time with my girls'/><category term='I&apos;m not kidding'/><category term='fire truck'/><category term='Cheapo Tip of The Week'/><category term='Black Friday'/><category term='looking for a job'/><category term='prayers needed'/><category term='I&apos;ll sure have lots to read when I&apos;m up and running'/><category term='dont get scared it&apos;s only a test'/><category term='Seriously go check out her blog'/><category term='We need to do this more often'/><category term='Hiking'/><category term='Out of the mouths of babes'/><category term='Obama Wins'/><category term='gotcha'/><category term='ambulance'/><category term='What he doesn&apos;t know won&apos;t hurt him'/><category term='Although MY head hurts from just thinking how the hell we&apos;re gonna pay our bills'/><title type='text'>SuperMom.........NOT ! ! !</title><subtitle type='html'>I try.  I really, really do. But it's not happening, not now, not anytime soon!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-4106896351480639033</id><published>2009-02-19T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:50:38.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls Next Door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say the darnest things'/><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;“My mom watches PLAYBOY”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304720331718302866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SZ4nCTzcnJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LGs0RZkoZgU/s320/bunnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ummm, that’s not exactly the kind of information that I like my daughter to be sharing with anybody… ESPECIALLY not her teacher. And what was my surprise when she came home telling me that she told her teacher that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why did you tell your teacher that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaaaaaah!  I could not believe her.  There was no way in hell that she actually told her teacher that, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Because she did! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course she did… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why wouldn’t she?&lt;br /&gt;(shaking my head here full of embarrassment, looking down, hands covering my eyes &amp;amp; most of my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was Oh no she didn’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But sadly enough, Oh yes she did.&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends just goes to show you and reiterate the point that I am SuperMom……….. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;There’s no doubt in my mind that that’s definitely what her teacher’s thinking. That I’m a bad, bad mother. I’m sure she went home &amp;amp; told her husband all about me. I can just hear her now… “That poor, poor child. Not only does her mother watch Playboy, she can’t keep it to herself. Her daughter knows all about it… Poor thing, she must be addicted. She probably doesn’t get much action with her husband that she had to resort to porn.” LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine all the things she must be thinking! It’s funny &amp;amp; embarrassing to even think about it!&lt;br /&gt;Funny because it is soooo not true! Yet embarassing because she must surely think it is!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Lord… How will I ever see her in the eyes again? Haha, will she look me in the eyes? After all, she’s probably just as embarrassed that she ‘knows’ about my little secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let’s just set the record straight here people.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT watch porn.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT addicted.&lt;br /&gt;And I DO get lots &amp;amp; lots of action from my gorgeous hubby (thank you very much!)&lt;br /&gt;(t.m.i. Yeah, I know, but I gotta set the record straight here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my sweet, precious, loud-mouth daughter was referring to was Playboy’s “The Girls Next Door”. Now that show I do watch every once in a while, definitely not to be confused with the Playboy channel… but I’m sure that’s not what the teacher imagined! From now on I’m sure she’ll be referring to as the ‘Mom who watches Playboy channel &amp;amp; her daughter knows all about it, and now I do too’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that’s me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-4106896351480639033?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/4106896351480639033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=4106896351480639033&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4106896351480639033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4106896351480639033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SZ4nCTzcnJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LGs0RZkoZgU/s72-c/bunnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-3855691962817187300</id><published>2009-02-18T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:46:23.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet peeve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambulance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move out of the way'/><title type='text'>What are your Pet Peeves?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;As a child, never would I have imagined myself becoming one of those adults that had any Pet Peeves.  PET PEEVES… what in the world is that?  And why do I have them?  Well, I guess the older you get the easier it is to get annoyed, lol.  So to me, a pet peeve is just something that annoys the crap out of you and you just can’t help it!  Like your kids,  hahahaha….  Actually, no.  Kids don’t fall under that category.  At least not your own.  And if they do, shame on you!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, guess what?  I am now officially one of those adults that say, “Do you know what my Pet Peeve is?”  Yup, that’s me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you know what my pet peeve is? (and I just figured this out while on my way home from work last night) &lt;br /&gt;Well, here it goes… &lt;br /&gt;I HATE it when people don’t move out of the way when an ambulance or fire truck is right behind them WITH their lights and sirens on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, something as trivial as that just annoys the crap out of me!!!. I mean, we’re all adults here in our own merry little world. And that’s completely fine.  You’re driving. I’m driving. We’re sharing the road. No problem! But then, lo and behold, you see am ambulance come up behind you WITH lights &amp;amp; sirens on. I would like to think that if you’re smart enough to operate a motor vehicle, you would be smart enough to know what to do. WTH is there not to understand!?!?  Lights and sirens people, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY…  IMMEDIATELY! It’s a s simple as that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in your sweet, precious life could be so important that you can’t move to the side of the road for 30 frieking seconds to let this EMERGENCY vehicle pass you by?  What?  Seriously, somebody life is at risk here.  You getting to wherever the heck you need to get to 30 seconds late will NOT make a difference,  believe me.  But the ambulance or fire truck trying to get by you… that’s another story.  Now, because you think you’re so important &amp;amp; you get road rage even w/these vehicles &amp;amp; are adamant about not letting them pass you by, they arrive on the scene 30 seconds late because of your dumb ass not moving out of the way + add 30 more seconds because another moron wouldn’t move either, and then another &amp;amp; another… well that very well could be the difference between life and death for whoever it is that they’re trying to get to.  Just 4 idiots not getting out of the way equals at least a 2 minute delay, which can most definitely mean the difference to getting to a burning victim right before the roof collapses, or before they pass out from smoke inhalation.  Those 2 minutes can definitely save a choking child’s life who will be getting CPR 2 minutes later because an idiot didn’t want to move to the side.  There are millions of scenarios you could think of… and yes, they’re not always life and death, but they surely are emergency situations.  They have their lights and sirens on for a reason.  So just move will ya?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had no idea how strongly I felt about this.  Here I am pulling over to the side immediately when I see them behind me (which happened just yesterday) &amp;amp; there I am yelling at all the morons that just pass me by or honk their horns at me.  All while the ambulance is right behind them not being able to zoom on by.  But me, Oh yeah, I yell and curse at them! Lol…  That’s a funny site.  And I catch myself saying, “move you idiot. What if it’s your house that’s burning and they’re trying to get to, huh?  What if it’s your wife, daughter or mother that they’re going to help? Then you’d move you Mother Lover!!!”  (only I don’t say ‘lover’ I use another word that also rhymes to that, use your imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’m sure it’s not good for my blood or something to get that aggravated, but it just kills me when people don’t move.  After all, the only thing you have to do is apply the Golden Rule here.  If everybody did that, what a wonderful world this would be.  Do unto others as  you would want done unto you.  Well if my house was burning, or my family members needed any type of help which required dialing 9-1-1, I surely hope you’d move out of the way and let those emergency vehicles pass you to get us the help we need.  Believe me, I will do the same for you.  As a matter of fact, I’m one of the only ones that already does…&lt;br /&gt;So please, return the favor-----  And move out of the way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-3855691962817187300?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/3855691962817187300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=3855691962817187300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3855691962817187300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3855691962817187300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-are-your-pet-peeves.html' title='What are your Pet Peeves?'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-1704541776120385313</id><published>2009-02-16T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:21:04.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Return to Blogland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;These past couple of months have been really hard on my family and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of a job.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was working less hours.&lt;br /&gt;The economy sucked!!! (although that hasn't changed, it still sucks!)&lt;br /&gt;Money problems were pretty much abounding around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be around here for a while. Just too much going on in every other aspect of my life. Umm, that and we were too broke to pay for the internet. (shhh, that's bad, right?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things are really looking up now. I found a job ((((YAY!!!';cause let me tell you, that was a task in itself! )))) and hubby's hours are picking up so everything's back to normal. WoooHooo! &lt;em&gt;Who'd have ever thunk that normal would actually be a good thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So N-E-ways! We now have money to pay for internet ( doing the happy dance here!!!) So I. AM. BACK!!! For good! (unless 1 of us loses their job again and then we don't have the $$$ to pay for the net again...) Until that happens again (God forbid!) , I'm back for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to catch up with all the blogs that I've missed during these couple of months. =0D&lt;br /&gt;So here's your warning people, I'll be seeing you around BLOGLAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-1704541776120385313?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/1704541776120385313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=1704541776120385313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1704541776120385313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1704541776120385313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-return-to-blogland.html' title='My Return to Blogland!'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-8245300425143794845</id><published>2008-12-10T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:25:00.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freezing Cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>Weekend Recap... MidWeek lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's already Wednesday... Like  O.M.G !!! I can't believe it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend (yeah, this weekend, I'm that behind lol)  was absolutely awesome!  Of course I haven't been able to tell you all about it because of my previous bitch fest and job hunting fiasco.  But I promise not to bore you all with that today.  Today is a fun day!  Today is a better day!  I pinky promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, remember how I told you all that I'm going camping in January with all my little Girl Scouts?  Well to be able to do that I had to take some training (of course) and that training was this weekend. Basically, I had to go camping to learn the ropes and what to do and not to do.  Anyways, that was this weekend.  The very same weekend that the weather dropped down to 25 degrees!!!!!  Uh huh...  twenty five degrees!!!!   I'm telling you, I just about cried myself to sleep that night...  You should have seen me.  I had my brand new sleeping bag that I just bought this black friday (which is good for 30 degree weather)  which I thought would be perfectly ok because it never, ever gets below 30 here at all.  Not even close...  Maybe once or twice a year it will go down to 35 or so, but that's it.  So I should be good, right???? Hahahaha... Oh so wrong!  I'm telling you, I was fu-ree-zing!!!  I had (now don't laugh ok) 3, count them 1-2-3 sweetpants on, 2 pairs of socks ( 1 of the normal ones and the other super soft and warm ones) 2 undershirts, 1 long sleeve shirt, 1 sweatshirt with hoodie AND my super warm fleece bathrobe on.  PLUS a fleece blanket inside the sleeping bag.... and guess what ????  I was STILL cold !!!  No, I'll take that back, I wasn't cold. I was fu-ree-zing ! ! ! I almost, almost cried...  ( and the mom that went with me later confessed that she did shed a tear, lol) And I couldn't fall asleep 'cause I just couldn't get comfortable.  And there is absolutely NO tossing and turning inside a sleeping bag... go figure.  Which come to think of it, it's actually my first time in a sleeping bag.  Wow!  I didn't realize that I was a sleeping bag virgin until now! Whoa, I was de-virginized and I didn't even know it!  Anyways, I couldn't sleep. I was cold. I was miserable and I missed my hubby. We ALWAYS hug at night, and although he probably wouldn't admit it, we cuddle too.  And of course, we end up falling asleep like that in each other's arms.... but he wasn't there!!!  I was cold and had nobody to hug!  That my friends was so not cool. Which then of course made me make a mental note, bring a body pillow next time.  Definitely!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And during my sleepless night, all I could do was think.  Yup, thinking about January when I just have to go again, only this time with 12 little girls and all I could think was how the hell are they all going to survive???  They'll probably be coming to my cabin crying and complaining that they are cold.  Sh!t, if I'm cold and suffering I have no frieking idea how they are going to survive!  But they better, 'cause I'm not giving them my blankets! That's for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And then, morning came.  We got up and I swear I did not even want to change clothes.  Heck no!   that would mean having to take off what I had on to put something else on (which was probably really cold).  I was miserable I tell ya!  But then, we headed to the kitchen and started making breakfast.  Everybody was out there... talking, laughing, sharing stories, bonding.  It was SO. MUCH. FUN.  Then, we learned games, how to read compasses, tie knots, identify wild things and such and I loved it!!!  I felt like a little kid, learning new things and being amazed with all that I was learning....  and that's when I realize that the 12 little girls that I take camping will absolutely love it too!!!  They might hate that first night just like I did, but once day breaks and we start all our activities....  they will have so much fun!  And most of them have never even left the city, none the less go camping.  So just thinking of that made my adventurous 25 degree weather experience seem a little bit better.  The final outcome would definitely make a difference in the live's of those 12 little girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't wait for January!!!  Well actually, yes I can.  But I do look forward to going!  I feel a lot more prepared and capable of handling the trip and the girls, but the weather... that's another issue! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-8245300425143794845?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/8245300425143794845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=8245300425143794845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8245300425143794845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8245300425143794845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-recap-midweek-lol.html' title='Weekend Recap... MidWeek lol'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-5343330676592523746</id><published>2008-12-10T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:23:49.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Need a job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money Issues'/><title type='text'>Just Me Bitching 'bout Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Major Complaining Ahead: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is your free pass. Your get out of jail free card... Your warning. This is a long, whiny post that pertains to this moment in my life. Feel free to skip, or read at your own discredtion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;As you must all imagine, being that I'm currently out of a job and nobody seems to want to hire me right now, or is really, really, really dragging their feet in doing so, money is a really big issue around our household lately. Mainly because we don't have ANY of it... Only hubby is working (the poor thing) and guess what??? They just informed him that they are cutting back ALL overtime hours!!! As of today, he will be punching out at 3:30... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MY LORD! We were barely getting by with the couple of overtime hours he was getting per day (and by barely getting by I mean not having enough money that we had to borrow (ouch! yes borrow) from a family member to make ends meet!) And now.... Lordy Lord, now... I do not, can not even imagine what this coming month is going to be like for us. I'm only hoping and praying that somebody, ANYBODY from the million and one places who have received my resume calls me back. If not, I am sooooooooooo frieking desperate that I will soon be asking people if they want fries with that. I am NOT kidding. We NEED money, and there is absolutely no shame to working in any of those places where you have to ask that question. Granted, I haven't worked at one of those places for over 10 years &amp;amp; I have mastered other skills that don't pertain to that working environment, but at this point, yes I think I have reached &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; point... I will take anything! As long as they give me a paycheck at the end of the week I'm good. Especially right now! Out of all the times in the world to be out of a job, Christmas time . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And yes I know, Christmas is NOT all about the presents. That I know. But it just sucks not to have money! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a mixed bag of emotions for me right now. And I'm sorry for all the complaining that I've been doing lately, hence the warning at the beginning of the post. I know that we are blessed! We are truly, truly blessed. That I know, and that I repeat to myself every single day. But I'm tired of my girls asking me for things, just simple things and my answer always having to be the same. That I don't have the money for that right now... Poor girls, they've heard it so many times that they've even changed their questions to "Mommy, when you get a job and you have money, can you buy me ____________ ?" Now THAT breaks my heart.... My babies are fully aware of our money issues and that just tears me from the inside. As if me and hubby being stressed wasn't enough, I have been so careless as to letting them find out and now it's in their minds. Sh!t! Little girls shouldn't have to worry about money issues, should they???? I don't want them to be stressing over things they can't handle... over things that I should be able to take care of for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucky for them, Christmas is going to be absolutely GRAND! (somewhat) even though we don't even have a Christmas tree or any decorations inside the house they will have one present under the tree for both of them. Yes, so far only 1 &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; they have to share it. They usually have 2 big presents each (one from mommy &amp;amp; daddy and the other from Santa. Oh shit, I'm probably going to have to tell them that Santa didn't get our new forwarding address). So the 1 present they get to share is a gift that many, many, many little kids would just absolutely LOVE to have. And of course my girlies are no exception to the rule. They have no idea! They will be absolutely ecstatic! They are getting... get ready for this..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;a Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, stop it. Don't start throwing shit at me and saying how you were sympathizing with me and how could we be out of money but still be getting them a Wii???? I told you I know we are truly blessed. And no I didn't go without paying the bills to get them that Wii. Um, nope! I'd rather have running, hot water in my house thank you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, if it wasn't for my wonderful, generous, adorable, kind hearted sister they wouldn't even have that gift from us. See, my sister knows that my hubby really wanted to get them 1 this year. She was at the store and saw it (and she knows they're still somewhat hard to get by) so she called and asked if she should get it for us and just pay her back. Um, no we said. We don't really have the money for that now and we don't want to be forever endebted with you. But guess what??? She got it anyways. And she mailed it over to us and poor thing... First thing out of her mouth was don't get mad. Please don't get mad! That it is NOT from her to the girls, but that it is for the girls from US! WTF, how???? Remember, we can't pay you back for this, not now, not in a reaaaaaally long time. And the last thing we need right now is to owe more people money. Well, no need to pay her back she says ... Huh?!?!? I'm confused. See, she knows what a poor Christmas this will be for us and how special we wanted it for the girls so she got it for us to give to them and she practically gave it to us. She is of course better off than we are, duhh! But her reasoning is that basically hubby has helped her out a lot over at their house. See, he's very handy and always helps her with electrical stuff around the house, fixing things, making things for her, this and that. Also, she has a rental property here in the city where we live, and hubby fixes things that get broken, cuts the grass when it wasn't rented, and stuff like that. So she said she's always wanted to send us some cash and she knew we wouldn't take it, so she decided to send us this Wii as a form of payment. Now we get to give the girls the gift they've wanted for a very long time, which is NOT even on their Christmas list because they know there is no chance in hell that they'd ever get it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;What?!?!? I'm freaking out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;She should have sent the MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL, J/K!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my big sis is an angel in disguise.... She aleviated our problem a bit, but in a way made it worse. how will I ever pay her back??? Not moneywise of course, but.... I don't even have money to get her kids a &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; gift. This totally and truly sucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;See what I mean??? Mixed bag of emotions. Elated that the girls are getting a frieking awesome gift when many kids might not even be getting anything, yet so many things that we need to have or do that won't/can't get done.... Ugh! So whatcha think, should I sell the thing on ebay and cash in on the money????? Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for reading. You all truly are little angels in disguise too! I'll try to be in a better mood tomorrow, I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-5343330676592523746?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/5343330676592523746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=5343330676592523746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/5343330676592523746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/5343330676592523746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/12/pass-it-on-people-random-acts-of.html' title='Just Me Bitching &apos;bout Life...'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-1561502499845602726</id><published>2008-12-04T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:03:17.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looking for a job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are you serious?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What Do I Look Like???  A Clown?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't answer that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so far surviving the 'interview process' for this company that I applied for, and I am about to SCREAM!!!!!  Yes, I survived!  But these people, I swear. The nerve of them! Making me jump through hoops and put on a show for them, all because I want (need) a job. They take advantage of my poor, pathetic, vulnerable little self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I need a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I want to work for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But come on, wasn't 2 interviews the previous day enough? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO you say! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is that you say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That you feel the need not only to torture me with a panel interview, but to also, when I think I'm done and I just survived your 'panel interview', you go ahead and throw me into a smaller room and make me "ROLE PLAY" with 3 shmucks in there. Yes, putting me through such grief as being interviewed by 10 people at the same time wasn't enough for you huh??? No! You weren't done having your fun with me. You then just HAD to have me do something that had ABSOLUTELY.NOTHING.TO.DO with the position for which I was applying for. Just go in here you say and role play these following situations. Ummmmm.... you know what??? You should thank your lucky stars that I'm a team player &amp;amp; wtf, I was already there so I just went with it. But I was soooo ready to just laugh at the HR lady's face and say are you serious?!?!? Am I on Candid Camera or something?!?! But no, I kept my composure. As I said earlier, wtf, I was already there. I already gave you my time, my gas, my pretty perfume, my nice slacks, I did my hair, I actually washed my teeth for you people, so hell yeah I was gonna stay there 'til the end. So of course I pulled shit out of my ass for you people. Yes, that's right! Out of my ass!!!! You wanted to bullshit me so I bullshitted your people back. And not to pat myself on the back (ok, totally to pat myself on the back if only to make me feel better) I did a pretty great job at it. Yes, I can tell the shmucks in there were pretty impressed will all the bullshit thrown their way, which again I reiterate had ABSOLUTELY. NOTHING. TO. DO. WITH . THE. POSITION. FOR . WHICH. I. AM. APPLYING. FOR. and yes, I am screaming!@ #!$ (Not at you my bloggy friends, sorry! ) But at &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So going back just a little bit, as you can see I just had my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;panel interview &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and besides all the frieking curve balls they threw my way, I sooooooooooo nailed it. Just like I thought I would, ok actually just like I &lt;em&gt;hoped&lt;/em&gt; I would. And guess what? If I thought the original 4 0r 5 that were going to be in there was a scary thing, then how about opening the door to a ginormous table surrounded by about 10 people. Frieking shit! What to do?!?!? What to do?!?!? So I did the first thing that came to mind to break the ice... I flashed them!!! Yup, I did. I showed them my boobies... After all, my goal WAS to nail them, right???? Lol, just kidding... although that would have helped cut the fiasco short and I could be on my merry way much faster. But anyways. I feel dirty. I feel used. I feel like if I sold myself as best I could, like hire me. Please, please, please hire me. I'm the best that there is, the best you can get. I'll work my ass off for you. Pretty much just grobble at their feet, and now the ball is in their corner. Will they pick me up off my knees ( from begging people, not anything else you dirty minded cochinos) and tell me that I'm exactly what they've been looking for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;((((  enter big, big sigh here))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sure hope so.  'cause I'm sure getting tired of being poor.  And to think that all this for nothing????  OH hell no!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So did I nail it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I'm pretty damm confident that I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But did I get the job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, that was pretty much a don't call us, we'll call you type of deal.  CRAP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But wait, then low and behold.............  THEY CALLED!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, they did!  They called me back!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woohoooooooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told you I impressed them!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But anyways, it was a good call.  Unfortunately, NOT to tell me that I got the job, but to let me know that I will be advancing in the interview process.  WHAT.THE.FUDGE!?!?!??!?    ok, now I am screaming AGAIN!!!  It's an ok job, but like I said, not for the presidency, or their vp or ceo or anything even remotely close to that!  So what's up with all this frieking hoop jumping????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 interviews in one day with of course 2 different people.  CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A panel interview with 10 different people. CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A "role play" with 3 schmucks in a small office. CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A personality test to be emailed to me.....  Still waiting on that one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then only God knows what the heck they'll have me do......  Geez, Louise!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that's where I'm at people.  I did good... I nailed them, without having to &lt;em&gt;nail&lt;/em&gt; them, if you know what I mean.  But the saga continues.  On the super sunny side, I just got an email from a different company that states that "After an initial review of your application, it appears you may have the basic qualifications for a job opening(s) at _____________ (a really cool place to work at that has super duper great benefits which I would in the blink of an eye take over this other one that is treating me like a clown making me jump through all those hoops)  breathe!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So after this email, do I just wait for them to call me?  Or should I call them?  Hmmm, I probably will call them just to confirm that I received the email.....   I'll let you all know when I'm out of the broke barn, okie dokie!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-1561502499845602726?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/1561502499845602726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=1561502499845602726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1561502499845602726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1561502499845602726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-do-i-look-like-clown.html' title='What Do I Look Like???  A Clown?!?!?!'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-5159489961386486709</id><published>2008-12-04T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:35:59.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job interview'/><title type='text'>Panel Job Interview..... WHAT?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The sun is shining! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The birds are singing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I even see a rainbow!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nah, I'm just lying people. It's actually about 50 some degrees, super windy and quite cold around here today. But in my own little world ( my head ) it looks like the 1st scenario. =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You see, after being out of work for over 4 months... yes, f-o-u-r months, I had my 1st interview yesterday. And guess what? I absolutely nailed it !!!!!!!! Yay me! ( patting myself on the back for a job well done! and thanking the internet for giving me all the right answers, lol. Seriously, no need to feel nervous when you're getting ready for an interview. Just google the questions you know they'll ask and you get a humongous assortment of great answers! ) So much so that the 2nd lady that interviewed me actually told me she was &lt;em&gt;very impressed&lt;/em&gt; with me... okay, okay. I threw in the 'very' 'cause it makes it sound better, BUT she &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; say she was impressed... Yeah, why wouldn't she be, right?!?!? I tend to do that to people, you know, impress them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;( hahahahahahahahah , excuse me please ... even &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; had to laugh at that one ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well anyways, I got her approval and now I move on in the hiring process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a panel interview today!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you all hear that?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A panel interview!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;wtf! I'm not applying for state governor or anything. Why do we need a panel of people interviewing me?????? Isn't only one enough!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I was nervous yesterday before my interview when only 1 person was asking me bs questions like: tell me a little bit about yourself, why should I hire you over the other applicants, what skills will you be bringing that differ from everybody else's, where do you see yourself in 5 years, what is your weakness, what is your strength, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah! Now can you imagine 4 or 5 different bigshots sitting there, asking me their own questions?!??! I not only have to bs 1 person, but a whole bunch of them. Wow! I can easily bullshit myself through 1, but 5 at a time... Why oh why must they gang up on me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breathe! Just breathe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;((( taking big breaths here )))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just have to repeat to myself: I believe in myself. I can do it. I have what it takes. I'm a hard worker. I. AM. A . BADASS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a couple hundred more times of repeating this to myself and I will believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then I will nail this panel interview as well. Oops, that didn't sound right. Not that I will nail the panel, but I will nail the interview with the panel. Hmmm, although the 1st scenario sounds like it would definitely help my chances of getting the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm, something to think about I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the meantime, can you all just cross your fingers for me? Please send good wishes and good vibes my way. And if it isn't too much to ask for, I'd love a little prayer. I really, really, really need this job. At this point I'd almost take ANY job, but the good thing is that this sounds like a pretty decent one so I'd really, really, really like to get hired by them. Hopefully good wishes and prayers work, 'cause I really don't wanna nail all 5 of them, lol!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;((( kidding ok, just kidding!!! ))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-5159489961386486709?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/5159489961386486709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=5159489961386486709&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/5159489961386486709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/5159489961386486709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/12/panel-job-interview-what.html' title='Panel Job Interview..... WHAT?!?!'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-15129139803939430</id><published>2008-12-02T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:38:31.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>Tantrum Is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just like a little kid, all those tantrums I threw and for nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, because I did end up participating in Black Friday!!!!!!!!! WooooooHoooooooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, the cheap way of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, come January me and my Girl Scouts will go camping....... YIKES!!! I know. I know. WTF was I thinking?!?!? Camping?!?!?! Me.... Seriously!!!!!!! I do not even remember when the last time I went camping was.... Definitely BEFORE getting married or having kids. Definitely BEFORE I was the one that had to organize anything. I was the kid that had the mom and aunts that had done all the planning, packing, cooking, shopping, etc. I just went, little ol' me was scared to death and had an &lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt; time camping. By ok time I mean that I survived and that was a victory for me 'cause I was oh so scared of being out in the wild! I swore never to return. That was it. I guess I must have forgot that last part about vowing never to return because now, OMG, now.... &lt;em&gt;I'm the adult&lt;/em&gt;!!!! And not only will I be in charge of my own 2 kiddos, I'll also be in charge of all the other little girly girls that go with us!!!!!!! Again, WTF was I thinking?!?!?!?! Apparently not much. Well, maybe that I'm the leader... And that the girls &lt;em&gt;begged&lt;/em&gt; me to go camping... and that the 2 major things people associate with Girl Scouts is Cookies (which we'll be starting in January) and of course camping. So I was suckered into it. That and now the girls think that I'm the coolest person ever!!! Of course, they pretty much think I'm cool anyways, but now, I'm at the very top of their list.... =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How pathetic am I???? My goal is to be cool to a bunch of little girls?!?!?! lol.... Anyways, back to the topic here people. Since we're going camping, me and my girls need sleeping bags. 1 for me, 1 for Princess and 1 for Monkey. And not the regular ol' sleeping bags, but the good kind. Cause of course, being the geniuses that we are we're camping in mid winter and it very well might get to be super, duper cold. Genius right??? Well, it beats 110 degree weather. So anyways, we needed sleeping bags that withstand 30 degree weather... not the ones they already have. Noooooooooooooo, that would just be too easy on me and what fun would that be?!?!? Then Murphy wouldn't be doing his job right, now would he? Soooooooooooooo..... I was all bummed that I'd be missing black friday...but I just &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to look at the ads anyways. I love doing that! I just love it!!! Of course knowing very well that no matter how good the sales were I could not go, because we just don't have the cash for anything that we don't absolutely need right now... luckily they don't charge for the air we breathe or we'd probably be dead right now, lol.... not so funny if it's true!!!! Sorry! Anyways, Sports Authority had the good sleeping bags 66% off! The sleeping bags that are originally priced $30 each were only $10 for the good kind, the ones we actually needed. I could not believe it!!!   Meaning instead of paying $90.00 for 3 bags, I could pay $30.oo.  Now that's a deal!  But low and behold, then, once I read the fine print, it ALSO said that the first 100 people in line would get a $10 gift card towards that day's purchase. WHAT?!?!?!?!  So if hubby and I go, that was 2 cards, which were equal to $20.oo. So hubby got a card and I got another one. We bought the 3 sleeping bags that we absolutely needed (unless we wanted to freeze to death while camping) which even on black friday would have been only $30, but thanks to the 2 cards they discounted $20 and we got all 3 for only $10!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THERE IS A GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And HE listens!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had no frieking idea with what money I was going to buy those sleeping bags, and then this pops up!!! I was ecstatic!!! We are now 1 step closer to go camping.  Yikes!  Well that's just plain scary!  But the good part was that thanks to this I was able to  participate in black friday!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geez, I guess volunteering does have its advantages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-15129139803939430?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/15129139803939430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=15129139803939430&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/15129139803939430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/15129139803939430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/12/tantrum-is-over.html' title='Tantrum Is Over!'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-6891665267886083878</id><published>2008-11-25T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:42:24.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Forgive My Tantrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Black Friday is THIS Friday and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wanna go!!!&lt;/span&gt; But I can't! (((( Whaaaaaaaaaa! ))) Cause I'm a broke ass loser........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=0(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you can just imagine this, the Sunday newspaper is my most favorite paper EVER because of the ads in it, so can you imagine &lt;em&gt;how much I love the Thanksgiving day paper&lt;/em&gt; with all those Black Friday ads!!!!!!!!!! JACKPOT! !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I know... lots of you would think that I must be absolutely crazy to even want to get up at 3 am only to deal with the cold and then deal with the parking issue and the crowds..... but.I.love.that! I live for that! It is a tradition. In fact, I'm the one running over you with my shopping cart, 'cause bitch, you better move the fudge out of my way 'cause I gotta get that 75% off gift before you do! Yup, you heard me... MOVE!!! oOOPS, did you fall?!?!? lol... just be sure to wipe off my footprints from your face when you get up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(((( Whaaaaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaa! ))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please excuse this grown woman who's throwing a full, blown out tantrum just like a little kid. But this is the first year I will not be able to participate in this lovely tradition of ours. Ahh, how me and my hubby look forward to this day of shopping together. In fact, I can hardly ever get him to go shopping with me. But for some reason he has no problem getting up at 3 am and heading out to the stores with me on Black Friday. On this day, we are partners in crime! Only this year, it can't be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And believe me, I am sooooooooooo tempted to raid my little girls' piggy banks. Their tooth fairy &amp;amp; grandparents are quite generous and they do have some nice cash stashed away. Maybe I should stick my hand in there and go shopping after all. They would be saving us from breaking a family tradition. Plus, after all, the gifts will be for them anyways so the money ends up going to its respectful owner, right???? So that's my plan for being able to do Black Friday this year. Either that or holding up the bank.... so I'm leaning towards their the piggy banks instead.  I don't look good in stripes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What would you do????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-6891665267886083878?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/6891665267886083878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=6891665267886083878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6891665267886083878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6891665267886083878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-forgive-my-tantrum.html' title='Please Forgive My Tantrum'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-1469560167141966088</id><published>2008-11-21T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:31:41.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freezing Cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkey'/><title type='text'>WARNING! Hiking in November... Not Such a Good Idea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhhh, the nice warm indoors!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo glad to be INSIDE a heated room right now. Why? Well, let me just share with you that I just got back from a field trip with Monkey's class. nice! fun! right?!?! WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell thought that hiking in November during 50 some degree windy weather would be either a fun or an educational field trip for 5th graders, huh ?!?!?!? Who?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you something, it might rightfully end up being somewhat educational. After all, it's a very good possibiltiy that we all came down with FROSTBITE! If not that, definitely a runny nose &amp;amp; maybe even a cold later. Our lesson learned: Next time there's a hiking field trip in winter time, just stay home. Geez, really! Who was the braniac that thought of this?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During cold, windy, winter days don't you think inside activities would be better? ( A smart person would!) Apparently the person that was in charge of organizing this year's field trip is not smart. Actually, he or she is rather dumb I'd say. OR (aha!!! I just had my aha moment!) THat person doesn't like the teacher that went on the field trip. That's why we were tortured hiking in the cold, cold, windy day! I say that person should get fired. most definitely I am starting a petition for that! To be fair, we should let that person choose, either get fired or let their ass go out into the cold, cold wilderness and let them freeze their butt off like my girls, her classmates and I did. Yup, that's the punishment they deserve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that's what I get for volunteering, again! What the heck is wrong with me always volunteering when somebody needs help? I really gotta learn how to say NO! But of course my Monkey was happy that I was there, and besides nearly freezing do death and not being able to feel my fingers, I too was pretty happy to be there with her. After all, if I start working it might be one of the last field trips that I'll take with her in a while. (((( sigh ))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'm glad it's over. Let this be a warning to you all... DO NOT VOLUNTEER TO GO AS A CHAPERONE ON A HIKING TRIP IN NOVEMBER!!! It's really not a smart thing to do. Learn from my mistakes. Just stay home, watch tv right by the fireplace and drink hot chocolate. Let the other losers that didn't read my warning freeze their butt off! Yup, You're Welcome! =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-1469560167141966088?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/1469560167141966088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=1469560167141966088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1469560167141966088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1469560167141966088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/11/warning-hiking-in-november-not-such.html' title='WARNING! Hiking in November... Not Such a Good Idea!'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-4140457147978263279</id><published>2008-11-19T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:06:45.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Must Go On ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's been a pretty crappy &amp;amp; bummy day for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been really stressing out lately, a lot.  Especially at night when all is quiet.  Instead of sleeping like I'm supposed to, my brain starts thinking of all this nonsense mumbo jumbo.  Why can't my brain just not care and fall asleep like it's supposed to?!!??!   No!  It stays awake at night, thinking about all the payments that are coming up, the past due bills, how my car is low on gas, how we're hosting Thanksgiving at my house, how the mortage is coming up in 2 weeks, we're running low on groceries and that there is no money in our bank account.  NOTHING!!!  Kind of sad...   So I'm just walking around, tossing and turning thinking to myself how the heck will we get through this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; I know I should count my blessings, and I do. I really, really do.  I truly and genuinely appreciate everything my dear God has blessed me with, beginning with and including Life itself, Health,  Love and Family.  Those are things money can't buy.  And to be truthful, in that department, thanks be to God, I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  And I am truly grateful because like I said, those are all things money can't buy.  And money is what my problems seem to be about these days.  And don't get me wrong. Yes, I'll definitely take money problems any day of the week over health problems, or family problems, life and death issues, and divorcing due to lack of love...  I am definitely a lucky gal and I am a millionaire in blessings.  I have been happily married to my wonderful husband for almost 11 years, we have 2 great daughters, the perfect dog and our very own house.  We're all healthy and in love.  We love spending time with each other, no major health problems or the like.  We're most definitely rich.... IN SPIRIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But when it comes down to the nitty gritty, the cold, hard cash reality....  Well, let's just say we are broke.  And not just broke, but broke broke!!! B.R.O.K.E.!&gt;!&gt;!&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent all day at the Workforce office setting up my profile, creating my resume and searching job openings.  I've been e-mailing prospective employers left and right...  Hopefully I can soon get a call back and find myself on my way to a 9 - 5 pretty soon.   YUCK!!!  Typing that left a sour taste on my fingers.  I really don't want to go back to a 9-5, I love spending time at home with my girls and having dinner ready for them when I pick them up from school.  I love being available when the nurse calls that my daughter's head hurts and she's crying.  No prob.  I just run out the door and pick her up within 5 minutes time.  Field trip, no prob.  I'm there!  Early release, days off... Come to momma!   But unfortunately this cruel, cruel world is actually expecting me to pay my bills, and give people money in exchange for food and gas...  damn it!  So I must start working!  Again, yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now mind you, I didn't know that our situation was that bad.  Hubby had just been like Well if you wanna work that's ok, if not we'll just cut back on some things.   Well now it's changed to we can't make the payments unless I work...........  But that all comes about because he just had his hours cut at work.   I guess I should be happy he HAS a job.  Now I need to get a job, and 2 paychecks will be better than one.  Right????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;((((((  Enter BIG sigh here  )))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please, no pitty party.  I guess this is just my way of venting out, releasing my  frustrations, taking out some of the stress...  It happens to the best of us, and now more than ever.  I know there are many, many families out there in worse situations.  But this is something that I am dealing with at the moment, and it's not really something I want to talk to somebody in person about.  So thank you all for listening/reading.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;((((  enter more sighs here)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I'm off to read your posts to brighten up my day!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's one of the many reasons I love blogging.  I just cleared out everything off my chest and now I get to go brighten up my day with your stories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-4140457147978263279?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/4140457147978263279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=4140457147978263279&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4140457147978263279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4140457147978263279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-must-go-on.html' title='Life Must Go On ...'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-1457929218441651509</id><published>2008-11-13T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:24:22.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inlaws Are Coming, The Inlaws Are Coming ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh me ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh my !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The in-laws are coming ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The in-laws are coming !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I am running around like a lunatic preparing for the grande arrival of the 2 people that made it possible for me to find *LOVE* in this big &amp;amp; lonely world: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My In-Laws! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did they introduce me &amp;amp; hubby? No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I know them before hubby? Um, again No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then why are &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; the reason I found love??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, after all, it is because of them having um , well um, loving each other which then resulted in them having procreated the most beautiful little baby in the entire world. Then that beautiful newborn grew up to be quite a handsome, loving man who I met when I was 17 and he was a very mature, older 21 years old. Gasp!!! So we met, fell in love, made love &amp;amp; had children of our very own. Now here we are, the typical family with a Hubby, Wife, 2 kids and a dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Without my in-laws having fallen in love in the first place, none of these wonderful things in my life would be possible. And for that I love them! And although I am running around like a chicken with her head cut off trying to make sure everything's in order and in place, I look forward to picking them up at the airport this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The bathrooms are scrubbed. The fridge &amp;amp; pantry are packed (and clean). All the towels in the house are clean. Beds are made. Laundry is done (although I still have to put it away) The house is as good as it's gonna get so they better like it, lol. For now, I'm enjoying my last hours alone, 'cause starting this afternoon I will be 'entertaining' my in-laws for quite some time. But I don't mind, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So this house of 4 will quickly turn in to a house of 6 until God Knows When. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hubby sure is happy with his parents coming over, so if he's happy then I'm happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, why am i not being allowed to space in betweeen paragraphs????? this looks very ugly, like some big, run on post...  on my page it's separated like i want it to be, but when i hit publish, it's all crammed up together!!!  Yuck!  Oh well, it must be something really easy to do, but never did I claim I was smart!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*  lol, i put a dot in between so it can't go back.  So blogger, what you gonna do now, huh???  You got outsmarted (if that's even a word), but you did!!! And now the post looks decorated with those cute dots, lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-1457929218441651509?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/1457929218441651509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=1457929218441651509&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1457929218441651509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1457929218441651509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/11/inlaws-are-coming-inlaws-are-coming.html' title='The Inlaws Are Coming, The Inlaws Are Coming ! ! !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-3315469463848451881</id><published>2008-11-06T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:53:13.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dear husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love hurts'/><title type='text'>Love Hurts I Tell Ya . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning my dear, loving husband woke up in pain . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why??? You ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I must admit that it is &lt;em&gt;my fault&lt;/em&gt; that my poor hubby was hurting. Yup, I said it. &lt;strong&gt;My fault!&lt;/strong&gt; No, I did not beat him. He's given me no reason to, &lt;em&gt;lately&lt;/em&gt; that is. just kidding people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So that said that I did not bitch slap him, the reason he's hurting is because I slept on his arm &amp;amp; chest ALL. NIGHT. LONG ! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;After all, who needs a pillow when the best spot in the world is right there in your man's arms??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Only this time I didn't roll off onto my side of the bed like I usually do. I stayed right there in his arms, the best place of all!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And being the loving husband that he is, he didn't push me off of his arms to relieve the pain. No he didn't. He could have, right? But no. My love just let me sleep there without much care at all for his arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;He might not be the most romantic husband in the world. He's not very good with little details, definitely not the romantic type, mushy type or anything like that. But I know he loves me and I love him. And in his own subtle way, him letting me sleep on his arm the entire night with no regard for his pain, well that just reminds me of how much he loves me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is just one more way of proving that LOVE HURTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But in a good way!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-3315469463848451881?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/3315469463848451881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=3315469463848451881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3315469463848451881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3315469463848451881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-hurts-i-tell-ya.html' title='Love Hurts I Tell Ya . . .'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-6296469500392108779</id><published>2008-11-05T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:56:12.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama Wins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elections'/><title type='text'>You'll Go Down in History ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the day that will no doubt go down in American History ! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Barack O'bama is our new President Elect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, yes... I know you are all tired of all the political talk out there and are probably glad it's finally over. I get that. But I just couldn't let this day pass me by without acknowleding the fact that we are experiencing American History in the making. Like McCain himself said, even if you didn't vote for Barack, he is now our future President and we should support him every step of the way. Which I will and hopefully you all will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and did you all see Rev. Jesse Jackson &amp;amp; Oprah crying?!?!? My daughter (knowing who Oprah is of course) was mighty upset that she wasn't in the front row, lol. She was very perplexed that Oprah was actually mixed in with the crowd of Obama supporters instead of front row, where apparently my daughter thinks she belonged. Speaking of my beautiful daughters, they had lots and lots of questions about the election process, the candidates, all the red and blue colored states, the whole thing in general... like most kids I would imagine. But me being the SuperMom...Not, when they hit me with a question I just made up a whole bunch of answers that sounded somewhat good to me! lol Hey, I'm no political analyst. I know about as much as they do so I just made up answers as quickly as they thought of more questions!!!! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kidding people, just kidding! Seriously, just kidding ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did find pretty funny was 1 of Monkey's questions this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Monkey:&lt;/span&gt; Mom, will Obama winning for President be in the History Books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah Babe! Most definitely it will. It's a very important time in American History right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Monkey:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. Well that just makes me feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Monkey:&lt;/span&gt; Cause now I actually lived something that will become History. And kids will have to learn this... and I lived it! Wow! I do feel old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, okay, lol... I hadn't even gotten up out of bed this morning when we had this conversation, so I couldn't elaborate with her on the topic, but whatev. I just thought it was really funny and super innocent on her part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm now off to buy the newspaper with Obama on the front cover!!! My paper subscription is only for the weekends, which is when I get my deals and coupons, lol. But I think today calls for actually going out and buying me a copy. Maybe 2 actually. 1 for each of my girls.......&lt;br /&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-6296469500392108779?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/6296469500392108779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=6296469500392108779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6296469500392108779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6296469500392108779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/11/youll-go-down-in-history.html' title='You&apos;ll Go Down in History ! ! !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-783924935706241122</id><published>2008-10-31T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:25:41.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween to All !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;What day is it today people? ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;HALLOWEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are we excited ? ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES ! YES! YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are the kiddos in their costumes yet? ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO!  NO! NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because their stupid school doesn't allow that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That sucks, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What will they dress up as at night ? ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Princess will be Tess from Camp Rock  ... She loves that costume and sings her heart out into her play microphone whenever she's 'trying it on'  Of course nobody will have an idea what the heck she's dressed as, but who cares!  She does and she loves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and Monkey wanted something funny, so she's recycling Daddy's inflatable horse costume from 3 years ago and she will be wearing that, along with a bandana and cowgirl hat.  She does look super,duper funny!  After all, her daddy won 1st place for funniest costume about 3 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What will I dress up as tonight? ? ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I suck! Nothing at all...  Although I'd love to, but I can't justify spending any money on a costume for me right now.  Maybe next year (although I do say that EVERY year and it never happens)  Why do I have trouble spending money on me???  Buying the kids or hubby something is never an issue to me, but buying ME stuff, not so easy....Geez, that makes for a whole 'nother post, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, here's wishing you all a safe &amp;amp; HAPPY HALLOWEEN!  Have a wonderful time, make great memories with your kids and enjoy all that wonderful candy you get to steal from your kiddo's bags... Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-783924935706241122?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/783924935706241122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=783924935706241122&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/783924935706241122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/783924935706241122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-to-all.html' title='Happy Halloween to All !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-7086421125517260462</id><published>2008-10-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:51:03.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!! Help!!!  What Should my Girl Scouts Sell at Rummage Sale?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just to keep you all updated, I am still suffering in the ice ages without internet access.  BooHoo, Waaaa!!!  yup, that's me crying...  I do that everyday to get myself to sleep. Seriously!  So I apologize to all my blogging buddies with whom I haven't been able to comment for a while.  I suck, I know.  I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; however popping in and reading your blogs, so don't you think I don't luv you all 'cuz I do.  I just don't want my 1 hr here to finish so I haven't been commenting, soooooooooooorry!  But On the flip side, the librarian here in town is my new BFF.  Yup, that's right.  We're tight now, lol.  Just kidding!  I don't befriend nerds!  Just kidding again, I befriend EVERYBODY!  Even nerds, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, now that that disclaimer is out of the way, I have a problem/question for you all to help me solve.   Yes, I trust you all that much.  I know you will come up with a solution to my dilemma.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As some of you know I am a Leader for a Girl Scout Troop at my daughters' old school.  Yes, I did stay. I didn't quit on the girls, I luv them all too much!  Anyways, we will be doing a craft fair as a troop, meaning that we'll be renting a space and then (hopefully) sell some stuff to make some $$$$$$$$$$$$ for our troop.  So there's my problem..... WHAT SHOULD WE SELL?!?!   The craft fair/Rummage sale will be 3 1/2 weeks from now, on the 22nd of November... so we only have 3 meetings to work on making items to sell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far we've thought of making those flower pens, which are pretty cheap to make and look really cute!!!  And who doesn't need a pen, right???  Anyways, I'm looking for cheap, ummm that sounds bad,  ok, I'm looking for inexpensive things that I can have my girls make to sell.  I wouldn't like to waste  too much money on supplies because there's no guarantee that we'll actually sell what we make.  Although, whatever we don't sell, we've talked about donating to a homeless shelter, nursing home, their teachers or a hospital.  Depending on what we have that didn't sell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This will be a great business experience for the girls and I know they'll have a lot of fun working on this little project, but I wouldn't like the troop's bank account to go bankrupt if there's no assurance that we'll make the money back.  So here's where you all step in....   Donate the money to buy the supplies , hahahaha.  I'm just kidding again!  Unless you're filthy rich, then I'm NOT kidding.  No, even if you are filthy rich, I'm still kidding.  All I want from you guys is your ideas as to what the girls can make so that we can sell.  I have 3rd graders to 5th graders, although some of those 5th graders are pretty up there in age, if you know what I mean.  Not very good studiers I assume.  But we know what happens when we A$$ume, so I will assume no more, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, we cannot sell food items.  That is a no no!  So bake sale is out of the question....  And although I would like to articulate some more on this here topic, this stupid computer just advised me that I have less than 5 minutes left.  So I really got to end it here.  Damn It!  I really must go befriend that librarian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-7086421125517260462?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/7086421125517260462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=7086421125517260462&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7086421125517260462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7086421125517260462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/help-help-what-should-my-girl-scouts.html' title='Help!!! Help!!!  What Should my Girl Scouts Sell at Rummage Sale?!?!'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-5040062465763840167</id><published>2008-10-24T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:59:58.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Funny How Fast This Year Has Flown on By?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe how fast this year is coming to an end... I very clearly and vividly remember the very first day of 2008 as if it were yesterday.  Ah, yes... a beautiful, cold, wintery day.  There we were in our old, tiny 2 bedroom apartment, all cramped in.  Friends and family were over and there we were, drinking the night away &amp;amp; welcoming in the new year with lots of optimism &amp;amp; good wishes of wonderful things to come in this new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fast forward 9 months an dhere we are in October a.k.a the beginning og the End of The Year Celebrations.  2008 is almost over. Gone. Finito. And we are no longer in our tiny, cramped 2 bedroom apartment but in our very own house!  There's no doubt that this year has been full of wonderful, wonderful blessings for me and my family.  First and foremost, we are all alive &amp;amp; healthy.  Sounds simple, huh?  But I truly believe that that's something that too many of us take for granted on a daily basis.  Just being able to wake up every morning next to the man I love.  Being able to get up off of my bed and standing on my very own 2 feet.  And then seeing my daughters be able to do the same, day in and day out, running around the house... singing, dancing, laughing, crying, fighting, basically driving me crazy!!!  That is all the proof that I need that they are healthy, happy little girls and that is what I am most grateful for.  All the rest is just icing on the cake.  and thanks to God, this year, as gloomy as it may have seemed at one point, has provided us with soooooooo much frieking icing on the cake that WOW, I can be nothing &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; grateful.  We have been able to fulfill a lifelong dream of owning our very own home.  Not an apartment. Not a rented house. Not a leased house.  But our very own house!!!!!  OUR house!!!  Never would I have imagined being so happy to actually pay a bill.  Yes, I said it.  I am ecstatic when I actually write a check toward the end of the month and put it in the mail because it's the payment toward the mortgage of our very own house!  That is the best spent money ever!!!  Just ask my girls and they will confirm that.  My girls, my poor, poor girls.  They're so good!  They not only know, but &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt;, that since we now have a house payment, which also includes taxes, insurance, much larger bills, maintenance, etc. we have less cash to go around to do the fun little extras in life...  And they're so good about accepting that.  I kind of feel guilty.  But whatever, with their very own room with brightly painted walls in their very own chosen colors, new furniture and bedding in there, that should be good consolation enough!  Right?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to my point, here we are looking Halloween dead in the eye.  We're less than 2 weeks away from it!  Costumes, candy, trick or treating... I can't wait!  Then of course comes Thanksgiving. Mmmmmmmmmmm, turkey....  Again, I can't wait (except for the part of me havin gto cook and all, but the end result is so worth it!)  And then immediately following Thanksgiving comes one of my favorite holidays= BLACK FRIDAY!!!!  Can I hear a WooHoo?!?!?  What?!?!?!  It's NOT a holiday????  Well it should be, lol... 'cause there's a party in my wallet that day!!!  And then, the culmination of all holidays, the best of the best.....  CHRISTMAS. The best day of the year, for many, many reasons I cannot even begin to cover here. And after that, we bid this wonderful year of 2008 farewell and again welcome in a new year, hoping and wishing for bigger and better things in 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm stressing already!  just thinking ahead about all these festivies that are so fast approaching.  I feel like a deer caught in the headlights, just standing there staring straight ahead, knowing its coming my way, but yet I can do nothing but just stand here in awe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister and friends already started buying Christamas gifts... Sh!t  I haven't even gotten my girl's a Halloween costume!!!  WT???  And you already jumped ahead 3 events?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Either I am the greated procrastinator in the world (after all I did buy my baby's costume last year 1 day before Halloween) or I like to live in the moment.  Yeah, let's go with that one.  It sounds more positive, don'tcha think??? LOL.  Either way, this year is soon coming to an end.  I just realized that and I am flabbergasted (ha!!! I bet you didn't realize that I knew such big words!  Yeah, I can pop those out every once in a while, lol)  So off I go to get started with the 1st End of Year Celebration a.k.a Halloween.  Hopefully they still have costumes available for my girl's in their sizes, 'cause we don't want to reproduce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingitpersonal.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-2007.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;last year's fiasco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;of me actually trying to make one myself.  &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; was a joke!!!  And no, I didn't keep my promise of learning to sew and be so good that they'd be begging me to make them their costume.  Let's just say life gets in the way.  Yup, either that, or I am in fact the world's best procrastinator.  Judge for yourself!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;lates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-5040062465763840167?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/5040062465763840167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=5040062465763840167&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/5040062465763840167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/5040062465763840167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/isnt-it-funny-how-fast-this-year-has.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Funny How Fast This Year Has Flown on By?!?!?'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-2686504292388882228</id><published>2008-10-22T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:29:39.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Hello There !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi my wonderful bloggin buddies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack!  And better than ever!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just kidding, I'm not back, back!  Just for a bit, here at the library, ugh!  But better than ever, heck yeah!  I thank you all for letting me know you miss me!  I appreciate that more than you will ever know!  Seriously, I am not just saying that.  I really, really mean it.  Thank You and I miss you guys and your blogs too!  Like I said, my coffee has lost its wonderful flavor without you all by my side to read in the mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sooooooo many things have been happening people, in YOUR lives and MINE ! ! !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;How the heck can that happen?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You mean the world keeps revolving &amp;amp; life goes on as normal even when I'm without internet?!?!?  WT, who'd a thunk????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My sweet mommy was here visiting for 2 whole weeks!!!  I just put her on the plane yesterday and I miss her already.   And yes, I cried.  I'm such a frieking crybaby.  I can't believe I'm 28 and I still cry when my mommy leaves.  How absolutely pathetic can I be?!?!   While driving back home after dropping mom off, I turned to my lovely offspring and I was just consumed with this enormous love and sadness....  My mommy left!  But I was so happy that she was able to come out and visit us.   I got to hug her and sit on her lap!  (yes, I'm 28 and I still sit on my mommy's lap. Just like I tell my girls, in the near future they will be 30 years old, but to me they'll still be mommy's little girls and that's how my mommy sees it too. I'm her baby!)  I'm  very thankful with God that she was finally able to see her baby daughter in her very 1st home with a wonderful husband and 2 wonderful girls.  The complete package.  And momma was proud!  I know it and she told me so.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you God for letting my mommy witness that.  What more could a parent ask for than to see that her children are happy and doing ok for themselves???  and thank you for letting my girls spend some quality time with their grandma.  Everything from attending Cheer Competitions, to practices, to having grandma help them put up a lemonade stand and going to school to eat lunch with them.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD for all the wonderful blessings you have given us!!!  They are NOT taken for granted... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So mommy's now gone home and although I still don't have internet, I will now have more time to sneak over to the library every now and then to read up on you guys and write a post or two.  So I'm half back, lol.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I AM better than ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;just like wine baby......... just like wine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-2686504292388882228?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/2686504292388882228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=2686504292388882228&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2686504292388882228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2686504292388882228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-hello-there.html' title='Why Hello There !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-8263686211046201227</id><published>2008-10-10T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:35:40.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Third and Fourth Award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No internet Sucks'/><title type='text'>Peek-A-Boo...  I See You!  For 1 hr at least, lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just to keep you all updated, I haven't dropped dead &lt;em&gt;YET ! ! !&lt;/em&gt; This dumb process has been slow &amp;amp; super painful, and although it feels as if no internet is seriously killing me, I have not dropped dead... at least not YET! But alas, I'm still here and with LOTS and LOTS to say, LOTS and LOTS to read, and LOTS and LOTS to comment on... But I can't... because I still don't have internet and I'm here at the library... AGAIN!!! Uggggggggggggggghhhhhh!!! So please don't forget that I love you all. Expect comments from me when i'm up and running again.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I also want to let you all know that I love you all for the sympathetic comments. Please keep me and my internet in your prayers. Hopefully I can be up and running again soon, and I will no longer be dying a slow and painful death without internet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the meantime, I want to super duper thank a wonderful blogger, the one and only Mamarazzi from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dandelion Wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;. She has HONORED me with 2 super cute awards... The first one is the "I Big Red Puffy Heart Your Blog Award" and the second one is "Super Commenter Award" She absolutely rocks. I found her not too long ago, and I have been a stalker to her blog ever since day #1. If you've never been to her blog, you should seriously do so right now. You'll definitely be entertained! She's awesome!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I would love to &lt;em&gt;SHOW&lt;/em&gt; you the 2 awards she gave me, but when I tried to copy them to post on here, this is what I encountered, A little grey box pops up with the following statement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Umm, yeah... Hi! This is mamarazzi and you are like trying to copy off MY blog. Try asking PERMISSION and uh, shame on YOU! Seriously, NOT cool!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha!ha!hahahahaha!!!! See, I told you she was funny! She seriously has a sense of humor you guys... So I will be asking her permission and passing on these cute awards, but that will have to be later my friends. This stupid library computer is about to kick me off sometime soon.... That, and there are people hovering around just waiting for &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; turn. Can't they see I have some important things to do on here?!?!? Like read blogs!!!!!!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So until then, happy blogging! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And remember, I'm not dead, just MIA...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-8263686211046201227?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/8263686211046201227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=8263686211046201227&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8263686211046201227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8263686211046201227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/peek-boo-i-see-you-for-1-hr-at-least.html' title='Peek-A-Boo...  I See You!  For 1 hr at least, lol'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-2421877942676227276</id><published>2008-10-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:17:29.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll sure have lots to read when I&apos;m up and running'/><title type='text'>Suffering from Withdrawls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My internet is out ! ! !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no access to Blogland, and it's.killing.me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am seriously going through withdrawls.   I miss reading all my favorite blogs while drinking my most delicious cup of  coffee every.single.morning.  My coffe just doesn't taste the same without all of you there anymore.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you all so much I just HAD to come down to the public library and type up a post to explain my absence.  I love you all!  I miss you all!  I'm going crazy without my daily reads.   But I have learned to always look at the positive sides of things, so I guess the positive of this is that  my house is definitely a lot cleaner these days.  It's a miracle what you can pull off when you're not busy reading or writing blogs =0D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and my lovely mother is flying in today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  WoooooooHooooooooo!!!  She'll be staying with us for 2 weeks!  We are all ecstatic, and I'm sure she'll take much of my time away from  you guys as well...  But she's on a different time zone, so hopefully she'll sleep in and I can do my blogging in the early morning (when my internet is up that is) and only God knows when that will be!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well my lovely Blogland Friends.  you are all very much greatly missed.  My mornings suck without you all to read, but I'm surviving.  It's not pretty, but I am surviving.  Hopefully we can get this internet thingy up and working soon. Until then, I'll be popping in every once in a while........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-2421877942676227276?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/2421877942676227276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=2421877942676227276&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2421877942676227276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2421877942676227276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/suffering-from-withdrawls.html' title='Suffering from Withdrawls'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-1956397523989088938</id><published>2008-10-03T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:39:07.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkey'/><title type='text'>Dear Monkey, WHY?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Monkey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why, oh why, dear Monkey of mine are you so adamant about talking back to me? Is it the new craze with kids your age? Are you a rebel without a cause? Are you trying to test your limits with me? Are you pre-pmsing? WHAT???? I need to know. Seriouly, 'cause it's driving me crazy!!! You say you're not talking back, but you are. And again, it's driving me crazy!!! That is not like you! Not like you at all!!! Where is my sweet, "yes mommy" answering little girl??? I want her back... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And in case you are doubting ever talking back to me, let me just remind you of what happened yesterday. As you're walking upstairs to your room the following conversation between you and me takes place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;me: Monkey, take your backpack with you. You left it on the living room floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monkey: I want to leave it there. I always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;me: But it doesn't belong there. Come pick it up and take it to your room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monkey: But I told you. I always leave it there. I'll put it in the hall closet when I come back down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;me: (practically fuming at this point. Trying to be patient, but you're working on my last nerves right now!!!! After all, I've told you twice to do something, and you have talked back to me twice already... Here comes the 3rd one!) I didn't ask you if you always leave it here or not. I am TELLING you to come pick it up and take it with you! I clean all day long for you to just come home and leave a mess all over the house.... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monkey: But I never take it upstairs. I always leave it in the hall closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;me: Well then put it in the damn hall closet but don't leave it in the middle of the living room floor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then you cry 'cause I'm screaming at you . . . I'm sorry! I really, really am. I wish that I wouldn't lose my temper so easily and I wish that I didn't scream at you. I just don't know what to do... I'm seriously at a loss. I can't physically make you stand up and do what I just told you to do so maybe I think that raising my voice will make you understand that I mean what I'm saying. I don't know. But you'd think after FOUR times of telling you to do something, you'd listen. But you don't! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And this my dear Monkey is what is happening in our house lately on a daily basis. I have told you in person and I am telling you again in this letter. I do not like it!!!! I do not like you talking back to me, and I do not like that I lose my temper and then scream at you.... It seriously ruins my day. It makes me feel like a bad mother. And I don't like that feeling. I don't want to let you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I raised a good girl in you. You're absolutely awesome in each and every way possible. Shoot, you're most definitely awesome!!! You help me out around the house a lot, without me even asking you to !!! You always put all the groceries away when we go grocery shopping. Thank you!! I hate doing that, and you know it, that's why you do it! You come and help me when I'm cooking. You help your sister get ready in the morning and help her pick out her outfits. You get good grades at school. You always think of others before thinking of yourself. In fact, you're the one that made us start recycling. You're super nice, outgoing, super duper funny... the list could go on and on... You totally rock!!! And I've told you that many, many times. I love you so much!!! So much more than words can ever explain. I love you like only a mother's heart can love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But right now, that sweet little baby girl of mine has 1 really great, big, fat flaw. &lt;strong&gt;Talking back&lt;/strong&gt; to her mother. I wish I could understand&lt;em&gt; why&lt;/em&gt; you are doing this. But I don't. I wish I could make it stop, but I can't. Only you can. So please Monkey, go back to being the good, respectful little girl that you've always been. We'll all be much happier this way. I promise you I will do my best to control my temper... I will try very, very hard not to scream at you. I just might make my tongue bleed from having to bite it to prevent myself from yelling, but that might just be something I'll have to do for you. Whatever it takes babe, I promise I will do my part. Please do yours. Let's make this a happy house again for both of us. No more screaming. No more talking back. No more attitude. I hope you seriously consider what I just said. After all, you will have more than enough time think about it, you know, since you've been grounded and all. Hopefully, the weekend you'll be spending in your room will be enough time to help you realize all that's going on. I sure hope so, 'cause I surely wouldn't want this to continue much longer. Plus, being grounded forever sounds like no fun either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;See babe, don't mess with mommy! At the end of the day, she has all the power to ground you, take the phone away, take the tv away, and make you stay inside all weekend long!!! And I'm not doing it to be mean. I'm doing this because I love you. You've seen for yourself how bad kids can get to be. You've been witness to it at school, so much so that you've come back home thanking me for being your mom. I told you you rocked girl! You've even thanked me for being your mother. What kid does that? Thinking back at that makes me realize that I've been doing &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; right. And I definitely want to keep it that way. You're my baby and I only want what's best for you. So think about it Monkey. Will you keep talking back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love always and forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-1956397523989088938?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/1956397523989088938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=1956397523989088938&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1956397523989088938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1956397523989088938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-monkey-why.html' title='Dear Monkey, WHY?!?!?'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-4020830831972088824</id><published>2008-10-02T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:28:56.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CVS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheapo Tip of The Week'/><title type='text'>My Loot from This Week at CVS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a little fyi for you all that might not know me on a more personal level. I'll be sharing a little bit of a background as to who I am. I currently am a SAHM mother of 2 beautiful little girls. Well, they're not so little actually, 7 &amp;amp; 10 but they sure are beautiful. Anyways, we just recently purchased our very 1st home about 3 months ago (WooooHoooooo!) and not a month after that, the department in which I worked for was closed down and outsourced to another country. Yup! That sucked! So we are now having to manage to get by on only 1 income (poor hubby)... New house payment &amp;amp; ALL the bills, plus food, gas, etc. etc. etc. And the way the economy is right now, not helping! Let's face it, times are tough! (Although I'm not complaining because although times ARE tough for us right now, there are people that are far worse off, so I thank God everyday for what we do have)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately it's been really hard on hubby. He's such a great worker, puts in lots and lots of overtime to make ends meet, but we are nonetheless pretty much living paycheck to paycheck right now. We're making ends meet, but very, very tightly. So much that I seriously considered NOT going to Target anymore for the necessary/ yet un-necessary items like Shampoo, Conditioner, deodorant, toilet paper, dishwashing detergent, toothpaste, razors, etc. They're necessary, yes I agree . . . I don't think hubby will appreciate if I completely stopped buying that and then I'd be stuck with stinky pits or stinky breath. The problem was that every single one of those type of trips meant at least $100.00 out the door. Easily! Why??? Well because Hubby has his own shampoo/conditioner &amp;amp; bodywash brand. I had my own shampoo/conditioner &amp;amp; bodywash brand. The girls have their own shampoo/conditioner &amp;amp; bodywash brand. Just in that alone it could easily be over $40.00, so anyways, I was considering it not a necessity at this moment to purchase name brand, but that we could survive off of the Dollar Store items. ( geeez, I know. I know. But I just had to find a way to make our money stretch) They have all those items for only $1.00 so that $40.00 bill could turn into $9.00 easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet, right before I actually went ahead and did that, I stumbled upon a little unknown secret that I've blogged about before. You can read it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-luv-me-some-free-stuff.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;. It's the miracle of coupon clipping combined with CVS specials and extrabucks back. I am soooooooooo loving CVS right now, because thanks to them I don't have to do the $1.00 items. I can continue to use name brand, and in many cases pay the same prices that the dollar store has... Yup, $1.00. Other cases, things are FREE!!! And other times, they're a bit more (but still at a great deal) so then it's up to me to decide wethere or not I want to get the item. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I am sharing with you my 2nd shopping trip to CVS... I did a lot better than last week when I got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-luv-me-some-free-stuff.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;free deodorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;. See, I told you! Even cheaper than the dollar store! Anyways, this is what I got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252611325137544418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOUGK7IEZOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/97fs3Hljmms/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The original total was $45.43. That is what you pay WITHOUT coupons. But me being the lady you hate to be behind in the cash register, I handed the cashier all my lovely coupons. After she scanned those, the total came down to $24.28. WOW ! ! ! That's a pretty good deal! I saved over $21.00 just by clipping coupons!!!! But wait, that's not all... CVS also gives you money back for buying certain things. I got a total of $14.79 extracare bucks back ! ! ! Those extracare bucks are just as good as money for all future purchases, and believe me I'll be using them next week when the new sales come out. So, all in all, taking into consideration the coupons and the money back, the total I paid for the above items was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$9.49.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sooooooo not kidding you! Only $9.49 for 11 items. That's even cheaper than the dollar store!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So let me break it down for ya! ( and for most of you this might be boring, and think nah! this is too much trouble. And that's ok. Not all of us NEED to look for bargains. But I do, and I know I'm not the only one. So if I can help at least 1 person who might be going through what I'm going through, then it will be worth it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fusion Razor w/batteries $1.00&lt;/strong&gt; (This alone costs more at regular price than what I spent for ALL these things combined!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunsilk Shampoo $1.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunsilk Mousse $1.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dawn Dishwashing Detergent .75 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vaseline Men Cream $1.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vaseline Cream $1.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colgate Total $1.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colgate Total $1.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tide $3.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Covergirl Foundation = FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Covergirl Eye Smoother = FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plus taxes of course...&lt;/strong&gt; came out to about $13 bucks or so, then had $4.00 coupon for CVS so it came down to the $9.49..... Believe me, I will be at CVS every week ! I am loving the thrill of getting things at such great prices!!! I do need to find a way to get more coupons though!!! I'm thinking of buying an extra Sunday paper just to get some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I hope I can help somebody with this information. It really is not that hard. This is only my 2nd trip to CVS and look at how great I did!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****&lt;em&gt;For those of you without CVS, I'm sorry! There are great deals to be found there ... Walgreens does have something similar, I'm thinking about trying them also. I'm thinking about going today for some shampoo thing they have going on, I'll be sure to let you guys know if I do. I'm just a bit hesitant to doing Walgreens because they have a combo of MoneyBack offers (which are good!) but they also have MailIn Rebates (which are bad!) at least for me. I am #1 procrastinator. Most likely, that rebate will expire before I put it in the mail!!! So we'll see how that works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And from my research (ha!ha! that sounds funny) I've found that different states have their own different type of stores, and many, many offer these type of promotions or something similar. I've read of some great deals and get all worked up and excited only to find out we don't have that store anywhere close to me, sooooooooooooo no good for me. But once I get the names of those stores, I will post them. Who knows, maybe those of you that don't have CVS might have one of those other great stores around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as for how to get started... Subscribe to your Sunday Newspaper, or just go out and buy it! EVERY Sunday!!! There should be at least 2, sometimes 3 packets of coupon inserts. Cut them out, ALL of them... Even if it's something you don't use or think you don't need. Why? Let me explain a real life situation.... haha, mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That sunsilk shampoo that I bought for $1.00. I don't use that brand, so I shouldn't clip the coupon. Right???? WRONG!!! I clipped it anyways. It was save $1.50 off any shampoo/conditioner. Then there was another $1.50 off any Sunsilk hair product. So wouldn't you know that CVS had them on sale for 2 sunsilk products/$7.00, PLUS you get $2.00 back for buying. So $7.00 was sale price, then apply the 2 coupons (1.50 + 1.50 = 3.00) it comes down to $4.00 for both, but then you get $2.00 back, so you pay $2.00 for 2 products, hence $1.00 each ! ! ! Let me tell you, my Monkey used that mousse on her beautiful hair this morning and mmmmmmmmmm, it smells good!!! And it was only $1.00!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, so you have your coupons. Good. Now inside that same newspaper there should also be a CVS flyer with the weekly sales. Look it over and compare the sales to your coupons... It might take some time, but it is well worth it. A bit of advice, look very closely at all the ones that give money back. Those are usually the best deals, and if you have a coupon for that same product, even better. Once you know what you're getting, go on over to CVS and sign up for your ExtraCare Card. They'll give it to you on the spot. Then just do what you went for!!!!! You can start off small, like I did last week with 1 deodorant just to test the waters... fyi, they usually have 1 free item every week!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, if you go. let me know your deals! k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-4020830831972088824?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/4020830831972088824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=4020830831972088824&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4020830831972088824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4020830831972088824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-loot-from-this-week-at-cvs.html' title='My Loot from This Week at CVS'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOUGK7IEZOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/97fs3Hljmms/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-4329391181799397614</id><published>2008-10-01T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:33:12.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW~ Makeover on Abandoned Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Abandoned building near downtown BEFORE coming in contact with my very own Girl Scouts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOOIzqcBKzI/AAAAAAAAADw/sbPRKWHUNcw/s1600-h/Marisol%27s+Pictures+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252192011590642482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOOIzqcBKzI/AAAAAAAAADw/sbPRKWHUNcw/s320/Marisol%27s+Pictures+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Not very pretty looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Full of ugly tagging ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOOIz_73s3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lPROEi2ky80/s1600-h/Marisol%27s+Pictures+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252192017361384306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOOIz_73s3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lPROEi2ky80/s320/Marisol%27s+Pictures+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;And here's the AFTER pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Once my lovely Girl Scouts were done giving this old, abandoned building a makeover ! ! !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOOIzwYJWGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-iPaVNAV3I4/s1600-h/Marisol%27s+Pictures+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252192013185013858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOOIzwYJWGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-iPaVNAV3I4/s320/Marisol%27s+Pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOOIz3iIDeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5CUp4R5S50/s1600-h/Marisol%27s+Pictures+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252192015105920482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOOIz3iIDeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A5CUp4R5S50/s320/Marisol%27s+Pictures+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Much better, don'tcha think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you'd like to see more Wordful Wednesday posts (and why would you not) go visit Angie at &lt;a href="http://www.angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seven Clown Circus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-4329391181799397614?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/4329391181799397614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=4329391181799397614&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4329391181799397614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4329391181799397614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/ww-makeover-on-abandoned-building.html' title='WW~ Makeover on Abandoned Building'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SOOIzqcBKzI/AAAAAAAAADw/sbPRKWHUNcw/s72-c/Marisol%27s+Pictures+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-2816248047355645079</id><published>2008-10-01T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:11:20.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Second Award'/><title type='text'>You like me! You really, really like me!!! PART 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yesterday I got a facelift. You noticed, right?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, it's me... SuperMom...Not. You're in the right place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only now I'm looking even more beautiful and hotter than ever, don'tcha think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt; I had a makeover and then &lt;em&gt;this morning&lt;/em&gt; I wake up to an award!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coincidence??? Hmmmmmmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you think my award was given to me because now, all of a sudden I'm hot?!?! I'm no longer a plain and boring looking blog with a generic template but now I'm looking gooooooood?!?!? Damn good!!! (pardon my french people) Well, let's ask, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey Diane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you give me my award because I'm purdy now?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tehe! =0D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diane, you know I'm kidding!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My blogging buddy Diane from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dianesaddledramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diane's Addled Ramblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; has so generously passed on to me this "One Sweet Blog Award" (and not because I'm purdy now, but just because I'm sweet! )Awwwwwwwwwwww people !!! She thinks I'm sweet ! ! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank You Diane! I think you're sweet too! Not to mention very funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I present to you my 2nd blog award ! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252176056976193474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SON6S-3gt8I/AAAAAAAAADY/2HSeLrWqsxE/s320/sweetblog-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm feeling the love! You like me! You really, really like me! Again, Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now to pass on the love! I didn't see any rules on Diane's post, and she passed it on to 4 bloggers, so I guess I'll do the same! First off, to my super sweet blogging buddy Rachel over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/"&gt;Livin and Lovin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;. Can you tell I really, really like her? She got my 1st award too! ~ I'd also like to pass it along to Joy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wyattabbymom.blogspot.com/"&gt;wyattabbymom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;. She's so sweet! She's the one that honored me with my 1st award! See people, what goes around really &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; come around! ~ And then, I'd like to pass it along to Weeksie50 from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Smile, It's Becky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Talk about sweet! She most definitely is, especially with her stories from her little kindergardeners! ~ And the last award goes to ( and let me tell you this is really hard! I love many, many, many different blogs out there, but I can only pass it &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;on to 4) so the last one goes to Jen at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inpassionatepursuit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Balancing Beauty and Bedlam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;. Talk about sweet! That barely even begins to describe her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So those are 4 of the really sweet blogs that I love to read! Thank You again Diane for passing this sweet award on to me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This SWEET blogger is signing off........... for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;=0D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-2816248047355645079?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/2816248047355645079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=2816248047355645079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2816248047355645079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2816248047355645079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-like-me-you-really-really-like-me.html' title='You like me! You really, really like me!!! PART 2'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SON6S-3gt8I/AAAAAAAAADY/2HSeLrWqsxE/s72-c/sweetblog-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-306727553371468999</id><published>2008-09-30T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:29:58.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I feel pretty'/><title type='text'>I Had a Facelift ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at me!&lt;br /&gt;Look at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;My Blog just got a facelift!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, whatcha think?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I purdy, or what?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it didn't cost a thing!!!  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/index.php"&gt;this lovely blog&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-306727553371468999?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/306727553371468999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=306727553371468999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/306727553371468999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/306727553371468999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-had-facelift.html' title='I Had a Facelift ! ! !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-3569019902855863931</id><published>2008-09-30T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:57:50.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My girls are awesome'/><title type='text'>Give a Kid Responsibility and This is What Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The dog goes hungry!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;( My poor little boy. I feel so bad for him, but he's not my dog. He's Monkey's and it's her responsibility. She's a bad mom, that Monkey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Their bathroom is such a mess, they &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to use mine!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Notice the word &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;... it ain't happenning, they have their own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Their homework is finished the minute they get off the car to walk in to school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Only on Tuesdays, I swear. At least that it's my fault, lol. On Mondays we have Girl Scouts right after school, then get back home by 5:30 to make dinner and leave again at 7:10 to go to Cheerleading and get back at 8:30 which of course is bedtime. Not much wiggle room for homework, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They don't take a shower for.......... mmmm, actually I can't remember the last time Princess took a shower. I tried asking her, but she can't remember either ! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;( Can you say stinky kid??? I threatened her this morning that if she didn't shower tonight, I'd be making her a sign to wear tomorrow at school that said " I haven't taken a shower in such a long time, I can't remember where the bathroom is. Smell me, don't I stink?!?!? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Their teeth don't come in contact with a toothbrush until they see food particles stuck inbetween every tooth!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;( Now this one, they wish! I am actually very on top of their teeth brushing. Have you seen how expensive that dentist is??? I'm making sure they stay away from him! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and last but certainly not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They get A's on their progress report card for every single subject ! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must be doing&lt;em&gt; something&lt;/em&gt; right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-3569019902855863931?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/3569019902855863931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=3569019902855863931&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3569019902855863931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3569019902855863931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/give-kid-responsibility-and-this-is.html' title='Give a Kid Responsibility and This is What Happens'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-2067697466592232997</id><published>2008-09-29T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:58:21.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Leader is Going Bananas ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As if I didn't know it before, this weekend has only helped me confirm that being a Girl Scout Troop Leader is...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Way tooooooo much responsibility!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so sure if I can continue to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girls (at least all the ones that were in my troop last year)&lt;br /&gt;We've made great memories together.&lt;br /&gt;The new girls that I accepted into the troop I'm sure will grow on me with time too.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that we've only been together for 2 meetings so far, love needs time.&lt;br /&gt;I try my best in all I do for the girls, but (big BUT) I am a new Leader.&lt;br /&gt;I've only been doing this for a bit over half a year.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I have no previous experience at all.&lt;br /&gt;But I try my absolute best for them, so they can get the best experience ever.&lt;br /&gt;And so far, the girls love it. They always tell me how they can't wait 'til next week. Some even say meetings should be every day!&lt;br /&gt;That's nice I tell them. Shows they like what I do for them. But there's a big difference between like and appreciate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, thanks to this weekend, this volunteering thing... I'm not so sure it's working out.&lt;br /&gt;I have a luv/hate relationship with it. Yesterday I just had the worst scare of my life thanks to this volunteering obsession of mine ! ! ! Thank God things turned out fine in the end, but that moment of panic, I do not ever want to experience that ever again!&lt;br /&gt;That terrible experience made me realize how much responsibility I really do have on my hands when I have the girls with me.&lt;br /&gt;You always assume things will never happen, everything's under control. But if something did, I am responsible ! And you always think that cannot and never will happen to you, but yesterday I received my wake up call. It &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do I really need that additional responsibility?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so sure I can continue to handle it. Like I said, things turned out fine in the end, but what if they hadn't?!?!? What if ..... Oh God, I don't even want to imagine!&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to have a talk with my Council person and get lots of questions answered... then and only then will I know if I can continue to volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when I've previously thought it wasn't worth it, I'd read this poem. I can really relate and it touches me in a very special way each and every time I read it. Especially in the area where I volunteer, the girls don't get many experiences, and I know thanks to me, they've done things they never would have imagined. So I will continue reading this poem until I can talk to my mentor over at GS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scout Leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dgaudier@LONDON.SSA.SLB.COM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Contributed by Deborah Gaudier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must be crazy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of my mind,"&lt;br /&gt;I say every week&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four will show up&lt;br /&gt;And eight will not call;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;Why I do this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make plans for camp.&lt;br /&gt;Two nights and three days.&lt;br /&gt;It takes them an hour&lt;br /&gt;To choose grape Kool-Aid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not worth it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Do they care, I ask?&lt;br /&gt;It's just what I need,&lt;br /&gt;One more thankless task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of them smiles&lt;br /&gt;And rolls out the dough.&lt;br /&gt;"My mother won't let me&lt;br /&gt;Bake cookies, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mop up the paint.&lt;br /&gt;And I hear from one,&lt;br /&gt;"Let's do it again&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time away&lt;br /&gt;In tents in the rain&lt;br /&gt;One hugs me and says&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so glad I came."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I feel low&lt;br /&gt;And ask myself "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;I try to picture&lt;br /&gt;The look in that eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grin on that face,&lt;br /&gt;That one homemade card&lt;br /&gt;-A leader's reward -&lt;br /&gt;A little girl's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isn't that such a nice poem? It fits me to a T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, I'm sorry for this little rant that probalby doesn't make much sense... I just had to get it out of my system. And well, this here is my outlet . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-2067697466592232997?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/2067697466592232997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=2067697466592232997&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2067697466592232997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2067697466592232997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-leader-is-going-bananas.html' title='This Leader is Going Bananas ! ! !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-1123731059133142861</id><published>2008-09-27T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:59:03.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheapo Tip of The Week'/><title type='text'>I *LUV* ME SOME FREE STUFF ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I’ve started this post many different ways because I don’t know how to really explain myself. I feel like if all I’ve typed previously I’m just rambling on and on , so I’m not sugarcoating anything anymore. I’m just coming straight out and telling you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I AM A COUPON CLIPPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I said it. I admit it okay? I am a coupon clipper… Yes, I know you hate to be behind me at the checkout. But who cares?!?!? I don’t. I’m saving my family $$$$. Actually, I’m lying. I AM a coupon clipper, but then I always forget to actually use them and they just expire lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beware people. From now on, I’m going to actually start using the coupons I clip and I’m going to get me a folder to organize them like the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inpassionatepursuit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; has and then I’m really going to be the lady you hate to be behind of. hahahhahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my coupon clipping (and using) and to Jen’s wonderful tips, I just recently got a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;free deodorant!!!!&lt;/span&gt;! WooHoooooo! Sounds the horns ... a free deodorant!!! What?!?!? That's not making you jump up and down with excitement?!?!? WT? Well, I must be one crazy chic 'cause I love me some free stuff,&lt;em&gt; even&lt;/em&gt; if it's just a deodorant. (but come on people, I just saved 5 bucks) Believe me, my loot was gonna be better, but stupid CVS ran out of some of the stuff that I was going to get for free, them dummies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now for the fun stuff. I'm sharing my secret! Ok, you all are just gonna *luv* me!!! ( and I *luv* to be *luved* so it's perfectly fine with me for you to do so) I have found this amazing blog that I am about to share with you guys. It's called &lt;a href="http://inpassionatepursuit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Balancing Beauty and Bedlam&lt;/a&gt; and it's written by this wonderful chic named Jen. She has a family of 7 so she really knows how to maker her money stretch and she's sharing her secrets with us. And no, I am not getting absolutely anything for referring you all over there or anything like that. I just recently found her, and I followed her tips and that's how I got the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;free deodorant!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(stop rolling your eyes, I know it's juts a deodorant. But it was also going to be a free nivea body wash the big size, and 2 nivea creams (regular size) all for free, but like I said, they had run out, so for next week's sales I'm going the day the sale starts to make sure I can get them all!!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I already added her to my blogroll, and if you like saving money or better yet, getting things for &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; (yes, you heard me right, f-r-e-e! like my deodorant), then you should definitely check her out too! I suggest you start &lt;a href="http://inpassionatepursuit.blogspot.com/2008/09/cvs-couponingshop-for-free-almost.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, it's her post about &lt;a href="http://inpassionatepursuit.blogspot.com/2008/09/cvs-couponingshop-for-free-almost.html"&gt;CVS Pharmacy&lt;/a&gt;. And I wouldn't be sharing this with you all if I hadn't already proved for myself the authenticity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cannot explain the process since it's somewhat complex. It does involve clipping coupons and signing up for the CVS card (which costs absolutely nothing). She has a video up on her blog which explains absolutely everything. So go over to her blog now, and see what she has to say.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Come on, go on now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you come back, I'll show you what I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pretty amazing stuff, huh?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Weren't you surprised with her $60.00 bill that came down to $14.00?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, here's my experience. (Not as much savings as her, but I'ma learning people. Baby steps, remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They have the adidas deodorant for $4.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had a $1.00 coupon, so I paid $3.99 for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They had a special where they give you $4.oo back using your ExtraCare card, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so this dedorant was free for me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In a nutshell, I paid 4 bucks (thanks to a coupon), they gave me 4 bucks back = FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So it's a combo of ExtraCare card sales plus coupons, you can get things for free or very, very cheap ($1.00 if you didn't have a coupon!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250797145075759826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SN6ULvvgOtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qi6KYX6388s/s320/3165567123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They also had a Nivea Men's Body Wash that was $4.99 and then you get $4.99 extra bucks back, so in essence you get it for free, but they were all out of that one. Jen, who's been doing this for a while, says that every week they have something for free! Every week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Plus some really cheap things. Like right now, crest tooth paste is $2.99 and you get $2.00 extra bucks back, so it's like getting it for 99cents, plus, if you have a coupon, then even less!!! Even if you don't use that brand, if it's free, just get it. You could either use it if you run out of the one you use, or donate your winnings to a women's shelter or a homeless shelter, after all, you can get them for free!!! And what price is better than free?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I hope somebody can use this information that I passed along. Believe me, it's been a God-send to me! Plus, she has really good tips on the right way to use coupons. Even if you hate coupons, if they save you bunches of $$$$$$$, you'll grow to love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But, if you're just too rich and have no time to cut coupons and they're just a part of your Sunday paper that you just do not need, then please, please send them to me. I will take all your coupons! I don't mind saving $$$$$, especially when the end result for me is free!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and their sales start Sundays, so I can't wait to see tomorrow's paper and check what's on sale and what item they're giving away for free this week! I'll keep you all updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-1123731059133142861?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/1123731059133142861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=1123731059133142861&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1123731059133142861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1123731059133142861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-luv-me-some-free-stuff.html' title='I *LUV* ME SOME FREE STUFF ! ! !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SN6ULvvgOtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qi6KYX6388s/s72-c/3165567123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-905876798962313874</id><published>2008-09-25T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:59:36.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Workshop Thursday'/><title type='text'>Writer's Workshop Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;If I Could Take Tomorrow Off Work I'd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I don't work &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; the home because I am a Stay at Home Mom (sahm). But who's to say that us SAHM's don't work. Of course we do! A lot! The only difference is that in our line of work we don't bring home any of that lovely green stuff that helps pay the bills. That and we get to do our job in our pj's, lol. But get this, we're on call 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and here's the killer . . . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;without pay, without benefits, no vacation or Holidays, no Sick days, no personal days and you can forget about that lovely 401k. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm complaining because I loooooove staying home with the girls and I'm so sad that I soon have to find a 'real' job that pays with 'real' money to help pay the oh so real bills that are piling up. I'm just describing my current 'work' situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So if I could take a day off from work (being a sahm) then I really wouldn't be able to do a damn thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cook breakfast= working! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pick up breakfast dishes= working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Make beds= working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;put in a load of laundry= working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Clean here or there=working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anything I'd try to do, well I'd pretty much be working. So I guess I'd just have to leave the house, or better yet, I'd just stay in .... yup, stay in and not lift a finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The only time I'd be lifting my fingers is while I'm typing up some comments for you all because I'd spend my day off from work reading everybody's wonderful blogs! I've discovered waaaaaaay too many new blogs that I just want to read and keep up with, but I can't find the time... but if I took a day off from 'work' that's what I would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can we say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADDICTED?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k67/downhillherb/mamakat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-905876798962313874?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/905876798962313874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=905876798962313874&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/905876798962313874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/905876798962313874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/writers-workshop-thursday.html' title='Writer&apos;s Workshop Thursday'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-1076555838791162438</id><published>2008-09-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:01:00.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the mouths of babes'/><title type='text'>Proud Momma Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ok, I just HAVE to type this before I forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I'm cooking dinner and Monkey is acting totally out of character today &amp;amp; is helping me cook. There we are, chatting away. I just *luv* these moments that we share together. We just talk, and giggle, and learn from each other. Well anyways, she was busy doing her thing and then it hit me. I just looked at her and for a minute there I had to stare at her. Then it came to me. I actually realized what a beautiful &amp;amp; great young lady she's turning into. She is sooo big already! 10 years old my baby is!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do you ever have those moments (and I'm sure all moms out there do) when your kids are busily doing something, and you just have to stop and look at them? LOVE oozing out of every pore in your body... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;that was me today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So of course I have to tell her how amazing and adorable she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Monkey, do you know you are so amazing and adorable and I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why, oh why are you so&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;adorable?!?!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(rhetorical question here, but her being 10 yrs old and stuff knows nothing about rhetorical questions so she went ahead and answered me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you and Daddy. You both must be &lt;strong&gt;contagious&lt;/strong&gt; or something and made me adorable just like you two !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Awwwwwwww!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hear that? We're contagious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-1076555838791162438?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/1076555838791162438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=1076555838791162438&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1076555838791162438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1076555838791162438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/proud-momma-here.html' title='Proud Momma Here'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-7828046953940900087</id><published>2008-09-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:02:15.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>WW- Here They Are !  My Crafting Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I have to preface this by openly admitting that I definitely&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I am getting old(er) because I just *luv* to craft so much! And not precisely 1 thing in particular, I go in each and every direction possible (except scrapbooking (&lt;em&gt;too expensive!)&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; knitting/crocheting/quilting(&lt;em&gt;I'm not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; old!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;And a fair little disclaimer here for me. Although I *luv* to craft, that does NOT mean that I do it well or perfectly or anything like that. By no stretch of the imagination are you allowed to think that, ok? ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I just do it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;It relaxes me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I feel a sense of accomplishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;And not to mention that my little girlies think that I'm an awesome, creative genius when they see my latest projects ! ! (I know, it doesn't take much to amaze them, but I'll continue to bask in all my glory of them adoring me, 'cause I know once they become teens, it'll be all gone!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;On to my crafts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;The 1st pictures are of the mantel over my fireplace. The only thing I really &lt;em&gt;crafted&lt;/em&gt; was the frame. Well, not the actuall frame (I bought that at the Dollar Store) but the BOO letters in it. I know, I know. Big WooHoo! But believe it or not, it is a big WooHoo for me, and my girls. It really helped change 'the look' into more of a "fall" look (now I'm trying to figure out a way for the weather to be more like fall, but it ain't listening) For instructions on the boo frame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joysofhome.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-trip-to-dollar-store.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;go here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;. Ain't it cute? For only $1.00?!?!? Come on now, you know it is! And while I was at the Dollar Store, I picked up the little black vase, the white pumpkin and the little flower arrangement. So thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joysofhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Joy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; inspiration I have livened up my mantel with a cute little fall look for only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; $4.00 total.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNlCx4o8waI/AAAAAAAAADA/4YN0iX7KlHU/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249300265462186402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNlCx4o8waI/AAAAAAAAADA/4YN0iX7KlHU/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and here it is from another angle =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNlCotAd21I/AAAAAAAAAC4/v6qKA2QwNGY/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249300107720776530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNlCotAd21I/AAAAAAAAAC4/v6qKA2QwNGY/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;basically, I just added it to complement other things I already had on there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and I'm very happy with the result (especially with the price!) =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the other little craft was to liven up a little side table that I had nothing on. So after reading Joy's blog, I discovered how to find the beauty in some ugly things, because ultimately spray paint is the cure for anything ugly, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me prove my point. That cute little black basket on the table, it was an ugly yellow basket that when you saw it, you'd think WHO would EVER buy this thing, EVEN if it's ONLY a dollar?!?!? Well I did. Then I just spray painted it black!!! And I also got a black little vase &amp;amp; little flower arrangement, put it together with something I already had, and my lonely little table is tranformed thanks to shelling out $3.00 at the dollar store (plus the spray paint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249300272863111282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNlCyUNd6HI/AAAAAAAAADI/8aqQ8dLWVwE/s320/Pictures+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I know. I know. I get excited over not much, but I really got a kick out of 'changing' the look with so little money, finding the creative ways to do things. Not that I'm creative! But I love creative people that share their ideas, and then I'm really good at copying them! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;=0D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The next pictures to come later on are the bows and clippies that I've been working on. btw, my &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;girls love them. Even my big Monkey that originally said she was too big for them, now wants me to make some to match her clothes. Apparently, big bows and ribbons are in right now. Especially if you're a cheerleader, lol. Ooh, ooh, ooh... Since I have pictures, I guess that means I qualify for the &lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordful-wednesday-laying-on-my-neck.html"&gt;Wordful Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;! Woohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;First time here! Please be gentle with me, I bruise easily, lol. =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-7828046953940900087?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/7828046953940900087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=7828046953940900087&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7828046953940900087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7828046953940900087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-they-are-my-crafting-pictures.html' title='WW- Here They Are !  My Crafting Pictures'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNlCx4o8waI/AAAAAAAAADA/4YN0iX7KlHU/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-3732511229042490394</id><published>2008-09-23T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:02:52.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna know'/><title type='text'>Sunday Shopping  Bliss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know it's Tuesday already and here I am blogging about Sunday, a WHOLE TWO DAYS AGO!!! I know, I know. I'm behind. But I have a good excuse, I promise. I was going to post this yesterday, but as you know I received my very first award from Joy so that definitely got pushed to #1 blogging material over this. So now Tuesday, here you go... All about our Sunday Shopping Bliss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So Sunday morning while we're having breakfast, I get a call from my big sis. Her sweet self is calling to remind me about those $25 too-bucks from LimitedToo she had given me over a month ago. They expire today so be sure to use them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Arghhhhhh! What?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, those (2) $25 too-bucks I gave you. You told me you'd use them, or else I would have kept them to use them myself. So go use them. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Again, ugggghhhhhh! Do you not KNOW I cannot be spending any $$$ right now??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So of course, hubby being the nosy hubby that he is asked what my big sis wanted. So I explained how she gave me those coupons. Basically, I pick up $50 worth of merchandise and only pay $25. Since I had 2 I could pick up $100 and only pay $50... Pretty awesome deal! Plus, my girlies LOOOOOVE Limited Too, but it's just too expensive sometimes! So I told him how I was just gonna let them expire 'cause I knew I shouldn't be spending $$$ right now... and guess what he said?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You should go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Really, you should go. Take the girls, let them pick something up. As long as you dont get more than $50 worth that you have to pay for. ( ha! have you&lt;em&gt; ever been&lt;/em&gt; to l2? Pick up 1 shirt and socks and there goes your fifty, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNkjAKuOeHI/AAAAAAAAACg/DUu0V4TiUKw/s1600-h/Marisol%27s+Pictures+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249265326462236786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNkjAKuOeHI/AAAAAAAAACg/DUu0V4TiUKw/s320/Marisol%27s+Pictures+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So anyways, Hubby had basically given us the green light to go Shopping. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woo Hoo !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Malls, get ready! Here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So my choices were amongst 3 malls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) The closest one to me (easiest although I don't really like to go to that one) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) My favorite which has lots of the stores I like, but a little bit farther. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;3) The Classy Mall, in the rich part of town, with all those fancy shops &amp;amp; boutiques (aka, for the rich, aka, not really for me)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So from experience I have learned that when you're looking for a good sale, go to the Rich People Mall. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's where you get the best deals. Doesn't sounds right, huh? But it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See, at the regular mall, when they put something on Clearance it'll fly off the rack at the 1st markdown. After all, everybody's looking for a sale. They might be shorts on that rack and it's now winter, but they'll still go. Why? Well, just go up a size and use them for next summer. (for the kiddos of course! You don't want to grow a size, lol.) Makes sense! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But for whatever reason, at the rich people mall, they tend to stay away from the Clearance Racks. So they eventually get marked down many, many times. When I've been there, the racks are full!!! And I.AM.IN.HEAVEN.! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, my intuition payed off. We hit the L2 at the expensive, outdoor mall and they had a huge Clearance rack that already had markdowns, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt; they had a sign for&lt;em&gt; 'take an additional 50% off lowest ticketed price'&lt;/em&gt; . Now that's what I'm talking about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woohooo!!! Jack Pot!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Are you curious to see what we got ???? Well check this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Princess' stash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;( and the pics suck 'cause my camera is not cooperating with me so I took these with my lovely cell phone. Very blurry and stuff, but you get the point!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She bought a total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 shirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( only 4 are shown in the picture because she of course wore the other 1 to school today! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 pairs of sandals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AND a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bracelet&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; which she is also wearing at this very moment. And the grand total&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$28.01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNkkdraesFI/AAAAAAAAACo/SUzPo6i_1MI/s1600-h/Pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249266932965617746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNkkdraesFI/AAAAAAAAACo/SUzPo6i_1MI/s320/Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;for all of this!!! Can You Believe it??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now onto &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monkey's stash!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also bought a total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 shirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( again, only 4 shown as she is also wearing 1 today! ) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 pair of sandals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;necklace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ! Her grand total...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$28.02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNkmVM4NNTI/AAAAAAAAACw/DHec9AoXHHg/s1600-h/Marisol%27s+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249268986353104178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNkmVM4NNTI/AAAAAAAAACw/DHec9AoXHHg/s320/Marisol%27s+Pictures+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For everything pictured here, and some ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My economics teacher would be so proud!!! What a way to make the $$$ stretch, don'tchathink? I wonder when they'll have these type of sales for MY type of stores?!?!? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, I'm still all giddy with my great finds from the weekend! I mean, come on! Who doesn't love to shop? and then love the experience even more when you make out like a bandit???&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what's been your best find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-3732511229042490394?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/3732511229042490394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=3732511229042490394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3732511229042490394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3732511229042490394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-shopping-bliss.html' title='Sunday Shopping  Bliss!'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNkjAKuOeHI/AAAAAAAAACg/DUu0V4TiUKw/s72-c/Marisol%27s+Pictures+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-558395980959819276</id><published>2008-09-22T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:03:46.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My First Award'/><title type='text'>You like me !  You really, really like me ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wow!&lt;/span&gt; What an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; way to start off the week !!! I cannot believe it! I have been awarded my very first BLOG AWARD!!! omg! Compliments of a wonderful blogger friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wyattabbymom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;who I just *luv* to stalk! Thank You Joy! No wonder you got the award, 'cause girl, there's no doubt in my mind that you're a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kick Ass Blogger&lt;/span&gt;, lol!!! And now thanx to you, so am I. =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNecAts1FjI/AAAAAAAAACI/_ree86b94Q4/s1600-h/KAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248835426805159474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNecAts1FjI/AAAAAAAAACI/_ree86b94Q4/s320/KAB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can I hear a WooHoo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Woo00000-Hoooooooo ! ! ! !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wasn't expecting this, I swear! . . . I don't even have an acceptance speech ready. Sheesh! I'm amazed I even have any readers, lol. And now I have an award ?!?!? How frieking amazing is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Choose 5 bloggers that you feel are "Kick Ass Bloggers" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let 'em know in your post or via email, twitter or blog comments that they've received an award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Share the love and link back to both the person who awarded you and back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mammadawg.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Mammadawg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, the inventor of this award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The five Kick Ass Bloggers I pass this award to are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(drum roll please )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First award goes to my absolutely awesome blogging buddy Rachel over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://livinandloving.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Livin &amp;amp; Lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, come on down &amp;amp; collect your award! You definitely Kick Ass my friend, and deserve this award!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Second award goes to another blogging buddy, Tabi over at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktpounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; Tabi Rambles On...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; . She tackles the hard questions in life, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktpounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/job-that-never-ends.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;how many loads of laundry do you wash a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;? lol. She's funny like that, that's why I think she also kicks ass!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Third award goes to Kirsten over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://momjeansblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;The Soccer Mom Files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. If you're in need of a laugh, all you gotta do is head on over to her blog. She funny! And&lt;em&gt; dont'&lt;/em&gt; be fooled by her name. She's not your typical soccer mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fourth award goes to Joy at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joysofhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Joys of Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. I'm very new to reading her blog. I actually just found her blog 3 days ago, but I became addicted to her crafts!!! Thanks to her I spruced up the mantel over my fireplace &amp;amp; even spray painted a basket for 1 of my little tables, lol. I'm going craft crazy! ( and I know I promised pictures... they're coming, they're coming! I'm just a #1 procrastinator like that, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;last but definitely not least, Ashley from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ashleyquitefrankly.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Ashley's Closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. If you've never been to her site, you might just hate me 'cause as soon as you click on her blog, you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; get addicted. She doesn't sugar coat anything, she tells it like it is &amp;amp; I just *luv* to stalk her blog (yeah, me and thousands of others) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So there you have it folks. You've all been witness to my 1st award! Thanks again &lt;a href="http://wyattabbymom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You made my day, no wait... You made my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Be sure to check out her blog &amp;amp; all the other awesome winners of the "KICK ASS BLOGGER AWARD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-558395980959819276?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/558395980959819276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=558395980959819276&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/558395980959819276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/558395980959819276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-like-me-you-really-really-like-me.html' title='You like me !  You really, really like me ! ! !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNecAts1FjI/AAAAAAAAACI/_ree86b94Q4/s72-c/KAB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-7979062667092884323</id><published>2008-09-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:04:15.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seriously go check out her blog'/><title type='text'>My Find of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So right now I am really, really, really addicted to reading many different blogs, and I'm sure lots of you can relate with me on this one. I mainly enjoy family type blogs, where us mommies talk about anything and everything under the sun. I also like funny ones, or the crazy ones that swear alot, or the modest ones that would never swear. I don't discriminate... I like them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well today, I stumbled upong this really super cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joysofhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; (thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smileitsbecky.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Becky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ) Ok. So the writers are a married couple: a self-made home designer and her husband, lol (she kids on a post about how her husband typed in 2 sentences while she stepped away from her computer and now hubby insists that it's their blog since he writes too! Plus, he helps her with some of her projects ). If you're into crafting and/or looking for good ideas to decorate your home, I encourage you to go visit her. Her blog is awesome!!! And I LOOOOVE craft projects. I'm such a dork, I swear. I don't know if it's due to getting older or the fact that I finally have my own house and am looking for ideas to decorate it, but as soon as I read a couple of the posts on her blog, I had to run to the store! And I got some really good finds, thanks to her ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just don't tell hubby, 'cause I'm not supposed to be spending any money right now!!!! Shhhh!Well, I'm off to craft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll be sure to post pics when I'm done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** edited to add: a little bit of advice. Be sure to take off your Wedding Rings before spray painting anything!!! just thought I'd save you a little heart attack or something! k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-7979062667092884323?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/7979062667092884323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=7979062667092884323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7979062667092884323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7979062667092884323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-find-of-day.html' title='My Find of The Day'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-4458110689668819838</id><published>2008-09-17T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:07:11.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Workshop Thursday'/><title type='text'>Writer's Workshop Thursday (Formerly WWWednesday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;attention craving poodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; has given us another assignment for today, our Writer's Workshop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Previously done on Wednesdays, but to be done on Thursdays from now on. Not my decision, but the attention craving poodle's decision. And even though she didn't ask me, I am 100% okay with that, 'cause I just *luv* her blog too much to complain, &lt;em&gt;plus&lt;/em&gt; it gives me an extra day to complete my assignment, &lt;em&gt;plus&lt;/em&gt; it's her blog and she can do whatever the hdoublehockeysticks she wants with it! okay? OK! =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The topic I chose was about the reoccuring dreams. I actually had this dream last night (wouldn't you know!)... And I've had it before. LOTS OF TIMES! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TheDream Where My Teeth Fall Out!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, 1 by 1, my teeth keep falling out until I have a handful of them!&lt;br /&gt;Weird I know.&lt;br /&gt;At least I thought it was weird, but I looked this info up online and it turns out that &lt;em&gt;"your teeth falling out are the most common dreams we here at Dream Moods receive."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dream last night was so real, so vivid. I actually remember saying in my dream "omg, I can't believe this is really happening. I always dream about this but now they &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; are falling out!" And I was frieking 'cause it was so real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many reasons why I think I might have dreamt of this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Monkey lost a tooth that very night &amp;amp; I could have had that on my mind... which by the way the toothfairy forgot to collect the tooth!!! We need to fire that toothfairy. Oh wait, that's me! I'm fired... Good, 'cause I don't like paying that much for teeth anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; I've heard dreaming of your teeth falling off means MONEY is coming your way. I sure wish that would be the case because we don't have any of that right now and could sure use some! But wait, maybe it just means MONEY PERIOD, which then I would translate my dream into money problems, which would definitley hit it right on the nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; I've also heard that it means that you feel like you talked too much, like gossiped or something that you now regret. WHAT??? Me regret gossipping??? Never! ! ! I love to gossip, j/k Actually, I don't like to talk about people behind their backs. If I have a problem I'll tell you straight out OR keep it to myself (which is mostly the case because I don't like confrontations), but I won' t go bashing you behind your back. I'm just not that kind of person. Although now that I think about it, I do feel bad about 1 of my previous posts where I talked about how my neighbors didn't feed their kids and how bad I felt for the kids. I HAVE had that pots on my mind A LOT 'cause like I said, I don't like to talk about people behind their backs, and this kind of feels like I did. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what I concluded from my dream, so I decided to lo0k it up. I went to Dream Moods and this is what they have to say ( Kind of long! Sorry )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Teeth Are Falling"&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that your teeth are falling out are the most common dreams we here at Dream Moods receive. Common dream scenarios include having your teeth crumbling in your hands or your teeth falling out one by one with just a light tap.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That is exactly what was happenning&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;)�Such dreams are not only horrifying and shocking, but often leaves the dreamer with a lasting image of the dream. So what does it mean?One theory is that dreams about your teeth reflect your anxiety about your appearance and how others perceive you. Sadly, we live in a world where good looks are valued highly and your teeth play an important role in conveying that image. Teeth are used in the game of flirtations, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;( Because apparently nothing about me is as cute as my teeth, yeah... that must be why I dream that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; whether it be a dazzling and gleaming smile or affectionate necking. These dreams may stem from a fear of your sexual impotence &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(ha, ha, ha! Remember the phrase, don't believe everything you read? Well apply it here. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or the consequences of getting old ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;at 28, puh-leez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ). Teeth are an important feature of our attractiveness and presentation to others. Everybody worries about how they appear to others. Caring about our appearance is natural and healthy.�Another rationalization for these falling teeth dream may be rooted in your fear of being embarrassed or making a fool of yourself in some specific situation. These dreams are an over-exaggeration of your worries and anxiety( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nah, I could care less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ).�Teeth are used to bite, tear, chew and gnaw. In this regard, teeth represent power. And the loss of teeth in your dream may be from a sense of powerlessness. Are you lacking power in some current situation? Perhaps you are having difficulties expressing yourself or getting your point across. You feel frustrated when your voice is not being heard. You may be experiencing feelings of inferiority and a lack of self-confidence in some situation or relationship in your life. This dream is an indication that you need to be more assertive and believe in the value of your own opinion.In the latest research, it has been shown that women in menopause have frequent dreams about teeth (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;maybe I'm going through menopause @ 28, you never know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). This may be related to getting older and/or feeling unattractive and less feminine.Traditionally, it was thought that dreaming that you did not have teeth, represent malnutrition which may be applicable to some dreamers.Other PerspectivesA scriptural interpretation for bad or falling teeth indicate that you are putting your faith, trust, and beliefs in what man thinks rather than in the word of God. The bible says that God speaks once, yea twice in a dream or a vision in order to hide pride from us, to keep us back from the pit, to open our ears (spiritually) and to instruct and correct us (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I sure do hope I'm not misunderstanding my sign from God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ) .In the Greek culture, when you dream about loose, rotten, or missing teeth, it indicates that a family member or close friend is very sick or even near death.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;( This last part is the one that makes more sense, or at least what ties in to what I thought my dream meant. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;According to the Chinese, there is a saying that your teeth will fall out if your are telling lies.�It has also been said that if you dream of your teeth falling out, then it symbolizes money. This is based on the old tooth fairy story. If you lose a tooth and leave it under the pillow, a tooth fairy would bring you money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So out of all those interpretations, I choose to believe the one about the "old tooth fairy story" because that would mean my dream symbolized MONEY. =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm gonna go check under my pillow now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-4458110689668819838?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/4458110689668819838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=4458110689668819838&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4458110689668819838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4458110689668819838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/writers-workshop-thursday-formerly.html' title='Writer&apos;s Workshop Thursday (Formerly WWWednesday)'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-9147351561180888380</id><published>2008-09-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:04:01.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Although MY head hurts from just thinking how the hell we&apos;re gonna pay our bills'/><title type='text'>Funny Pic of Head of Our Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNJsYQdYbnI/AAAAAAAAACA/li1kTI6rz8E/s1600-h/capt_21c7eb2d16634eb9a007f8bb180d71fc_bush_markets_dcpm104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247375679830912626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNJsYQdYbnI/AAAAAAAAACA/li1kTI6rz8E/s320/capt_21c7eb2d16634eb9a007f8bb180d71fc_bush_markets_dcpm104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself. I was checking my email when I happened to stumble upong this picture of our dear old President on the YAHOO frontpage!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hysterical!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just HAD to share it with you guys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The caption under the picture reads (get this),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Bush Says He's Working Hard On Economic Turmoil"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor thing! I hope his head doesn't hurt from all that thinking!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-9147351561180888380?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/9147351561180888380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=9147351561180888380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/9147351561180888380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/9147351561180888380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-pic-of-head-of-our-nation.html' title='Funny Pic of Head of Our Nation'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SNJsYQdYbnI/AAAAAAAAACA/li1kTI6rz8E/s72-c/capt_21c7eb2d16634eb9a007f8bb180d71fc_bush_markets_dcpm104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-8386985288646512829</id><published>2008-09-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:08:22.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Follower a.k.a Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had been too busy lately ( lazy actually ) to take advantage of that wonderful thingy that blogger put up. You know, the one where you actually admit that you're somebody's "Follower" as they call it, but everybody knows it really means &lt;em&gt;stalker.&lt;/em&gt; I finally got around to doing it, after all, it is a lot of work to look for all my favorite blogs (which I do on a daily basis anyways) &amp;amp; do all that copying and pasting, and opening all these windows . . . but alas, I did it now!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am now an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;official stalker .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Woohoo! And this thingamajing is so easy and convenient! I can automatically see when you all post new posts ( hehe, that sounds funny! Post new posts) Ok, maybe it should be write new posts, publish new posts... you know what I mean~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I know I'm still missing some of my daily reads, but baby steps people. Baby Steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After all, it's the first time in my life that I am an official stalker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let's not jump in all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-8386985288646512829?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/8386985288646512829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=8386985288646512829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8386985288646512829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8386985288646512829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-follower-aka-stalker.html' title='I&apos;m A Follower a.k.a Stalker'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-2892738578936953340</id><published>2008-09-16T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:08:56.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You should do it too'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can you tell I don&apos;t do this often'/><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Be Selfish &amp; I Need Your Ideas to Accomplish That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust to bring even &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;more honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to my status of being the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SuperMom...Not!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I decided to do a little somethin' somethin' for myself. Yes, that's right... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ! (the shock! the horror!) It is still in the planning stages, but it will have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nOtHinG&lt;/span&gt; to do with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gIrL scOuTs !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; CheErLeaDiNg&lt;/span&gt; with Monkey!!!&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cHeErlEadInG&lt;/span&gt; with Princess!!! (yes, they both chearlead for &lt;em&gt;different &lt;/em&gt;teams!!!)&lt;br /&gt;or going to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LiBraRy&lt;/span&gt;, or the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mOviEs&lt;/span&gt;, or on a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pLaydATe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't involve having friends over so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'tHe KiDs' cAn PlaY&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sWIm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, and it won't be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fAmIlY MoViE nIGhT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need to plan is a playdate . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fOr mE&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Yes. . . &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mE ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seriously. I know most of you moms out there can relate with me on this one. Almost everything we (I) do revolves around my girls &lt;em&gt;(you&lt;/em&gt; not so much my girls, but your own). Or my husband. Or somebody else. But never me. Just me. Little ol' me. NOpe. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NevEr. &lt;/span&gt;And really I don't mind. I'm used to taking the backseat in my own life. My girls are my world! and they are my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; #1&lt;/span&gt; priority. Hubby's a very close 2nd. Nobody really &lt;em&gt;makes&lt;/em&gt; me volunteer so I can be even closer to my girls &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;spend even more time with them. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd there is no law out there that says that I have to &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; spend quality time with my girls, but I do. Because I love them. And I love doing things with them. And I choose to do those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut then there comes a time when you think to yourself;&lt;br /&gt;the girls are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Good job Momma!&lt;br /&gt;Hubs is having fun ( I think ) actually,I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kNoW&lt;/span&gt; he is (&lt;em&gt;wink, wink)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job Wifey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you...&lt;br /&gt;are you having fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's fun being a mom (except for the cooking &amp;amp; cleaning part).&lt;br /&gt;It's fun being a wife (except for the cooking &amp;amp; cleaning part).&lt;br /&gt;But am I having fun being a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wOmAn&lt;/span&gt;... just a plain and simple woman?&lt;br /&gt;Not with my kids. Not with my hubs. Just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aNswEr No. not really! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I'm not sure I really have a life outside of being a 'mom' or a 'wife', especially now that I stay home and don't see&lt;em&gt; adults&lt;/em&gt; during the day, and I'm sure lots and lots of you out there in blogland are in the very same boat as I am. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well guess what honeys? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I abandon ship! Yes, let me off right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woman overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I will take myself into consideration. I won't get all crazy &amp;amp; stuff, like going to a strip club or out bar hopping... naaah! I'll leave that to the teenagers &amp;amp; college kids. That stuff doesn't rock &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; boat anymore. I'm not exactly sure what I'm planning yet, but it'll probably be something along the lines of a gIrL's nIghT In or something. I'm not sure of all the details yet, but it will involve lots of girlfriends, lots of alcohol =D, lots of laughing &amp;amp; talking &amp;amp; lots of fun. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you with any experience in this, all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suggestions will be greatly appreciated&lt;/span&gt;. You know, like "how do you make jello shots?" or "do you know any cool drinking games?" or any other type of games for adults? I heard of the Jenga Truth or Dare, but haven't tried it. Has anybody? Or give me all you got, please!!! I could sure use a fun night with friends . . . and I can definitely use all the help I can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;*** edited to add : Maybe you're not into the whole getting together with your friends and drinking kind of thing (why, oh why wouldn't you be??? j/k) so if you're not, what I'm basically trying to ask is everybody is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you do for fun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just want ideas of what I can do with friends. Like hosting bi-weekly or monthly adult get-togethers to relax and have fun! Please, give me all your ideas. Ask your friends, your friends' friends, and then their friends and so on. thank YOu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-2892738578936953340?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/2892738578936953340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=2892738578936953340&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2892738578936953340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2892738578936953340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-gonna-be-selfish.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Be Selfish &amp; I Need Your Ideas to Accomplish That'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-2617574686594968682</id><published>2008-09-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:09:14.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m such a dork'/><title type='text'>I am sooo bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;reakfast today is a nice, big piece of&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hocolate &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (with &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of chocolate topping!) that my girls and I baked over the weekend and a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;, hot cup of coffee ............ mmmmmmmmmmmmm! I. AM. IN. HEAVEN ! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll be paying for it later, but&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;who cares! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's delicious and I'm enjoying it!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm too busy learning how to make cute, girly bows. I have no time for cooking right now. . . These craft thingies are addicting! I made 2 little clippies from ribbons &amp;amp; stuff I already had &amp;amp; they are oh so cute! ! ! Princess *luved* them. Monkey didn't 'cause she said they're too girly, so I'm off to Michael's or Walmart to buy some funky ribbon to make her 1. Maybe with those skull thingies that are so in right now. . . I just *wish* I had my digital camera working so I could show you, but alas, that thing broke (maybe due to all those times it &lt;em&gt;fell&lt;/em&gt;). They just don't make things like they used to anymore!&lt;em&gt; ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have some done, I'll take some pics if even with my cell phone camera and post some up soon. I'm just so excited! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-2617574686594968682?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/2617574686594968682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=2617574686594968682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2617574686594968682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2617574686594968682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-sooo-bad.html' title='I am sooo bad!'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-3313311270079097472</id><published>2008-09-14T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:09:29.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love spending time with my girls'/><title type='text'>Sunday . . . Last Fun~Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This weekend hubby left on a trip without us. Next week it's my turn! The week after that, it's the girl's turns. LOL, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby DID leave, but that's because he had a family Wedding he HAD to go to or his family would never ever forgive him and never, ever talk to him ever again. EVER! We would have all loved to go, but our wallet would not budge for all of us to fly out there, so he hopped on a plane all by his lonesome and flew out there for the weekend and left us girls all. by. our. selves. So we decided to have fun and have a Girl's Only Weekend ! (not like we had a choice, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a girl sleepover. Girlfriends, what can I say, automatic fun!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got in the pool, watched a movie &amp;amp; baked a cake ((chocolate, mmmm!)) Then at night we all cuddled up together in my bed and we all slept together. Sorry daddy, but I did not miss you one bit last night. I had my beautiful girls to snuggle up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of sad though, standing at an airport and saying good-bye to somebody you love so much, even if it's just for the weekend. We do miss hubby lots &amp;amp; he'll be back later tonight, so we have vowed to take advantage of what is left of Girl's Only Weekend. The girls and I decided to have a SUN-DAY FUN-DAY without Daddy. That way when he gets back later tonight and starts bragging about his wonderful trip and how he saw everybody and how beautiful the ceremony was, and blah, blah, blah... we can overshadow his story about how much fun we had this weekend and today, without him! Just us girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you all enjoyed your weekend and make the best of what's left of it. Us girls are off to have us some fun for the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-3313311270079097472?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/3313311270079097472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=3313311270079097472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3313311270079097472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3313311270079097472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-last-funday.html' title='Sunday . . . Last Fun~Day'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-2972979048890747414</id><published>2008-09-13T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:09:44.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m doing it anyways'/><title type='text'>Full House with Little People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Everytime I've tried logging in to start up a post or something, I. Get. Distracted!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because I have 5 kids running around my house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; No, I don't &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;5 kids. I really am the mother to only 2 out of 5 of those kids. I didn't miraculously have 3 more over night nor did I do the Brangelina thing of going out and adopting me some. Nope! See, my daughter's had a school friend stay the night (such a sweet, sweet girl) and then they went knocking on the neighbor's door this morning and brought 2 more kids with them. So now my house has been invaded by 5 little people under the age of ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am the only adult here . . . getting about ready to pull my hair out! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I think they're gonna get hungry at some point, which would mean I have to feed them. And I just cleaned up my kitchen from breakfast. I don't want to mess it up by feeding them again. It just seems like it would be a whole lot easier &amp;amp; faster to go out and get pizza or something, but I'm broke and can't afford that right now. That sucks! Being a SAHM doesn't pay enough for the little 'extras', like eating out when you're too lazy to cook. *Fudge*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the parent's would mind if they came to pick up their kids and found me with a nice, big bottle of tequila in 1 hand and a lemon in the other???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-2972979048890747414?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/2972979048890747414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=2972979048890747414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2972979048890747414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2972979048890747414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/full-house-with-little-people.html' title='Full House with Little People'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-6393681111872840128</id><published>2008-09-12T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:10:02.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;d wish you luck but I want to win'/><title type='text'>Tiffany's Paying it Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; so there's this very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt;, smart, &lt;em&gt;generous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; blogging lady... we'll call her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://therfamilydiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. She's getting ready to go to Vegas and strike it rich ( no, not really, but she should) because she's on a winning streak being that she won 2 contests in blogging land!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not 1, but 2!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talk about lucky! Well, being the giver that she is, she wants to share the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So she's paying it forward... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://therfamilydiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; is now holding her very own &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;contest&lt;/span&gt; for an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awesome prize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So you better go check her out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-6393681111872840128?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/6393681111872840128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=6393681111872840128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6393681111872840128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6393681111872840128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiffanys-paying-it-forward.html' title='Tiffany&apos;s Paying it Forward'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-7761051584016061150</id><published>2008-09-11T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:17:57.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September 11'/><title type='text'>We Will Never Forget . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/september+11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb210/photobucketcomsam/11%20September%202001/flagncross-1.jpg" alt="FlagCross Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-7761051584016061150?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/7761051584016061150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=7761051584016061150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7761051584016061150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7761051584016061150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-will-never-forget.html' title='We Will Never Forget . . .'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb210/photobucketcomsam/11%20September%202001/th_flagncross-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-8496193877736440103</id><published>2008-09-10T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:10:44.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Workshop Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Ms. Kathy's Writer's Workshop Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, so today is Writer's Workshop Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;It's the day I pretend I'm back in school and Ms. Kathy is my super nice teacher that assigns my homework.&lt;br /&gt;My mission this week, shall I choose to accept it (and I did!) is to write a letter to my present self from 20 years in the future... Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear 28 yr old me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hey Sexy! This is your 48 yr old self . Yes, you do make it this far, WooHoo! That Hurricane Ike that has you all worked up &amp;amp; scared 'cause it looks like it's coming your way did nothing to ya, so just relax. You're fine. Your kids are fine. Hubby made it to the airport fine. Your house is intact. You'll get some rain, but you'll be aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what? I know that right now, at 28, you're at a very happy place in time. You &amp;amp; Hubby just bought your very first house, both girls are in a great school &amp;amp; love their teachers. Hubby has an ok job, but you... you're looking &amp;amp; looking, but the right job hasn't come along yet. You're overall happy, yet stressed moneywise. After all, who wasn't? The economy sucked! Bush was still President, need I say more? But again my young self, relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to tell ya that when you fast forward your life 20 yrs from today, you'll wonder where the hell time went. After all, you're almost 50!!!!!!!!!! Aaaah! Scary I know. (Good thing hubby's 4 yrs older so he hit fifty 2 yrs ago. that'll help soften the blow for you) But don't get too scared. After all, 5-0 is just a number. You're still H.O.T., in fact, you're still a 'MILF' . (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey and Princess are doing great.&lt;br /&gt;You know how Monkey loves to sing &amp;amp; has always dreamed of being famous? Except you never really understood exactly how she'd do that. Yes, she has a great voice that you just looooove, but she is sooo shy. How will she overcome that? Well don't worry young me. She did! And she is a super-uber-famous superstar that is known &amp;amp; adored world-wide. She's sold kajillions of records &amp;amp; ultimately ended up marrying her first love, Nick Jonas. She's as happy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess. She's doing pretty good herself. You know how she has this weird way of matching her clothes that make no sense to you? You are always so tempted to make her go change her outfit, yet you don't because you know how important it is to let her express herself. Good job younger me! She has since been a fashion trendsetter which enabled her to become a super famous designer. Her designs are wanted worldwide as well. And guess what? You get them for &lt;em&gt;free!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; Monkey on the other hand, not so lucky at getting her sister's designs. . . let me just tell you. Some things never change. That sibing rivalry is always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the next great thing to look forward to. Those gift bags that are always given at awards. Well Monkey and Princess always, and I mean always send them to you! They still compete over you, but little do they know that you love them both just the same, wether or not they give you things. But shhhh! You love your Chanel sunglasses &amp;amp; all the other bling bling too much . . . so just let them keep on competing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you and hubs. You are still happily married. Not just married. &lt;em&gt;Happily married&lt;/em&gt;. You both go through a lot, just get ready to stand by his side &amp;amp; he will surely stand by yours as well. You make it through thick and thin, together. The happy times definitely outweigh the sad times. And you'll be so lucky he's there with you through it all.&lt;br /&gt;You are both now emptynesters. . .&lt;br /&gt;What? How? When?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. It sucks. The house is lonely without your girls. But you are both now retired. (yes, you're too young to be retired but you hit it big with all your real estate investing, you're pretty much loaded) You travel a lot. You finally have your fancy cars, each your own. Your house is completely decorated just how you like it. Everything is pretty much great! You have lots to look forward to. Your future is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all my 28 yr old self. . . if there's anything I wish to tell you in this letter from the future is this:&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by too fast. When you're here (20 yrs from now) you'll look back and wonder just how you got here. How did your babies grow up so fast?&lt;br /&gt;And you'll want to go back and do it all over. You'll give anything to be able to do that. Believe me. So since you're there now, please... enjoy your daughters like nothing else. Soon, they'll be young adults and will go off to college and it will be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when you're tucking them into bed like you always do, cuddle with them just a little bit longer. And although I know you already smother them with hugs &amp;amp; kisses on a daily basis, please give them just 1 more from me, your 58 yr old self that wishes she could go back and do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;58 yr old you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k67/downhillherb/mamakat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-8496193877736440103?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/8496193877736440103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=8496193877736440103&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8496193877736440103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8496193877736440103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/ms-kathys-writers-workshop-wednesday.html' title='Ms. Kathy&apos;s Writer&apos;s Workshop Wednesday'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-7553251272689265817</id><published>2008-09-09T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:11:16.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gotcha'/><title type='text'>Lunch Date, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;*if you didn't read the 1st part, I suggest you scroll down to the post below and read that one first. This here is the 2nd part... thnx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;My lunch date today was WON-DER-FUL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(I was even asked on a 2nd date already!!! omg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I hate to admit it but I was pretty nervous before going. I even felt a little bit out of place once I arrived. But in the end, the date was WON-DER-FUL ! ! ! I'd do it again in a heartbeat. And I think I will. After all, I was asked on a 2nd date &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; AND for tomorrow none the less. Should I go again??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe 2 days in a row is too much! But then again, there is nobody else in this entire world I would have rathered have lunch with. Yes, that's right, nobody. Not even hubby. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;oooh, and guess what? I even got a k.i.s.s., 2 actually ! I didn't expect that to happen at all. After all, we were in public. People could see us . . . And that's just not cool. But we kissed. And we talked about how our day had gone so far. We laughed a little. We even saw people from our neighborhood, and they saw us ! Sh!t... I've been caught. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to 'fess up to hubby and tell him the truth before he hears it through the grapevine. And I'm really thinking about doing it again tomorrow . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I hope he doesn't mind sharing me. After all, &lt;em&gt;sharing is caring&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;And who would be selfish to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; share their wife ? ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;with their very own daughters!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;ha!ha!ha! =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;My lunch date was with &lt;strong&gt;my very own daughters&lt;/strong&gt; at school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;What did you think? I'm a hoochie momma who messes up on her hubs AND actually writes about it on her blog, leaving written proof of her infidelities? Come on! I'm smarter than that, no proof will be left behind. All incriminating evidence will be discarded... =0D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So onto my date : Originally, Princess was the one that invited me to have lunch with her, since she saw other parents doing it. I.HAD.NO.CLUE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Apparently, their new school allows parents to come over during lunch &amp;amp; buy their lunch from the cafeteria (YUCK!) or bring your own &amp;amp; sit with your kids at a separate table, aka have a lunch date. Frieking awesome!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So I met Princess for lunch &amp;amp; Monkey saw us and joined us. Wow~ She knew I was going, but never did &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; invite me to have lunch with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;! Who can blame her? I sure didn't. In 5th grade, you wouldn't want to have lunch with your &lt;em&gt;mother&lt;/em&gt;, especially not in school where all your friends can see. That's embarassing! But she did! and she even introduced me to her bff. Oh yeah, I forgot, I'm the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingitpersonal.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-moms-so-cool.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;cool mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; . . . So I guess it's acceptable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-7553251272689265817?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/7553251272689265817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=7553251272689265817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7553251272689265817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7553251272689265817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/lunch-date-part-2.html' title='Lunch Date, part 2'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-9099921279220902217</id><published>2008-09-09T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:11:35.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What he doesn&apos;t know won&apos;t hurt him'/><title type='text'>Off To Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Today I'm meeting someone very special for lunch. It will be FANTASTIC ! ! ! Just the 2 of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of bad though. See, Hubby has &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt; of my little lunch plan rendezvous! I feel like I'm being deceitful, but I'm not. Yes, I am now a SAHM &amp;amp; I'm sure he expects me to 'stay at home', not go out &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;do lunch&lt;/em&gt; with somebody other than him... I just couldn't resist the invitation. Plus the person that invited me is JUST. SO. CUTE ! ! ! I could not say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to go get ready for my big lunch date (that isn't with my hubby). I guess I'll just have to fess up when he gets home later tonight. &lt;em&gt;If &lt;/em&gt;he ask what I did today, that is. After all, don't ask... don't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;;0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-9099921279220902217?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/9099921279220902217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=9099921279220902217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/9099921279220902217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/9099921279220902217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/off-to-lunch.html' title='Off To Lunch'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-5239846345820759068</id><published>2008-09-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:11:53.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='They better bring smirnoffs with them AND a maid to clean up after'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back My Dirty House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to jinx myself, didn't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Turns out I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; have company over after all (un-announced) and my house &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; get messy &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; ! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WTF ?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not even an entire day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just an afternoon and there we go again getting her dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again&lt;/strong&gt;, wtf?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let's just face it ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm a great person to be around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby's not that bad himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And as an extra added bonus, toss in my girlies in the mix, sheesh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no wonder friends can't keep away! We're awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I guess my friends just couldn't help themselves from visiting us again, after all, it had &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; been 6 days since last time we had them over. I was kind of forgetting what they looked like. Good thing they stopped by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( being &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; sarcastic here, jic you're wondering!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I was soooo right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They just fell in love with my purdy clean house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they didn't want to leave back to their dirty shack. I made them leave though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. I have a guest room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. It's available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But no. You cannot stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I woke up extra early this morning to get my purdy house back into the shape it was yesterday, and guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They're coming back over later today to make a mess of my house again just 'cause they can't stand how much more my house rocks than theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Swimming in the pool might also be part of the reason they're coming over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Clean house, I loved you when I had you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too bad it couldn't last longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-5239846345820759068?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/5239846345820759068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=5239846345820759068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/5239846345820759068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/5239846345820759068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-back-my-dirty-house.html' title='Welcome Back My Dirty House'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-7794153572766714548</id><published>2008-09-05T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:12:12.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy your weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bottoms up'/><title type='text'>That's What I'm Talkin' About !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;You know that relaxed feeling you get when you really don't have anything to do? But in a good way. Like no errands to run, nothing that really &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; to be cleaned or be done right away or at this particular moment in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Yup! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;That's what &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; talkin' about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I got my @$$ into gear yesterday &amp;amp; did what us SAHM's are "&lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt;" to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;My house rocks right now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;That's right. No need to run and hide things under the couches or inside of closets if someone came a knocking on my door ( not that I do that of course) ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Hell no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;On the contrary my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I actually feel like going outside and calling all the neighbors over just so everybody can see how clean my house is, but inviting all them over would just make a mess and I'd have to clean again, so nah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Plus, they'd all be sooooooo jealous of my purdy house that they' d all just want to stay 'cuz they'd never ever want to go back to their dirty house! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;i even got the pool clean! oh my, I'm so proud of myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;and now for my reward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;after all, I deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;it is friday&lt;/em&gt; and most definitely &lt;em&gt;after 5 0'clock...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;(lucky co-in-key-dink 'cuz i'd be drinking even if it was Monday before noon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Salud everybody ! ! !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/smirnof/perfectlol3/111111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 40px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px" height="185" alt="" src="http://media.photobucket.com/image/smirnof/perfectlol3/111111111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-7794153572766714548?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/7794153572766714548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=7794153572766714548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7794153572766714548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7794153572766714548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-what-im-talkin-about.html' title='That&apos;s What I&apos;m Talkin&apos; About !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-4415479093987536149</id><published>2008-09-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:12:34.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cause my poor house is paying the price'/><title type='text'>Staying at Home isn't all It's Cracked up to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, as soon as the kiddos are dropped off at school I get to come straight home to make myself a delicious cup of coffee ! That makes me happy !!! So happy you dont' understand. I cannot survive without my coffee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my delicious cup is made, I get to plop myself down in front of my 'puter and read blogs, check e-mail, read blogs &amp;amp; such. I just *luv* that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then as I see the clock heading closer to 3 o'clock, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;Almost time to pick up the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't picked up the breakfast dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made the beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done the load of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't swept or mopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't cleaned the bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't grocery shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't paid the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made them an after school snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a damn thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sh!t...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what hubby's reaction will be when he gets home, sees the gi-normous mess &amp;amp; proceeds to ask me " What &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; you been doing all day?"&lt;br /&gt;Should I pretend to be sick?&lt;br /&gt;Just jump into bed and use that as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if the truth came out, that I've just been on the 'puter all day, holy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cr@p"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;cr@p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to admit that my house was cleaner when I worked!&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Like many mommas (I'm sure) I believed that I could do it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracurricular activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done!!! No questions about it. Tired as hell at night, but it all got done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am woMAN, hear me roar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But now, now that I stay at home, it's like I don't even try.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll do that later.&lt;br /&gt;Then later comes &amp;amp; goes and nothing really gets done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house should really be a 'model home' type clean, being that I'm left home alone for 7 hours. no kiddos to be bugging me. they're both at school bugging their teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely 7 hours is more than enough to get things done, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Is it that these blogs are all just so interesting and addicting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go into rehab....&lt;br /&gt;"Blog Readers Anonymous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seriously !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-4415479093987536149?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/4415479093987536149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=4415479093987536149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4415479093987536149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4415479093987536149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/staying-at-home-isnt-all-its-cracked-up.html' title='Staying at Home isn&apos;t all It&apos;s Cracked up to Be'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-8893219834215298232</id><published>2008-09-03T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:12:59.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just don&apos;t hold your breath'/><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;We've all heard the phrase, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Now please correct me if I'm wrong but I was under the assumption that the term &lt;em&gt;Growing Pains &lt;/em&gt;referred to that wonderful show in the 80's. Kidding! Well, not realy. I loooooooved that show growing up, that Kirk Cameron was a hottie. But really, I thought growing pains basically was a very literal term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids that are growing = growing pains... in the Legs/Calves area, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Princess (who is only 7 yrs old ) is experiencing said growing pains, except..... there's a biiiiiiiiiig except.... it's not in the legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody care to guess where she's feeling said growing pains????&lt;br /&gt;Not in the legs, that's for sure. Try going up North... Norther you little pervs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my little Princess' flat little 7 year old breastases are the culprits that are causing her to experience Growing Pains. Actually, only her left little breastases is hurting. Not the right, just the left. And it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a tiny bit raised..... hmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 7 year old that will soon be in need of a training bra!!! Mother Nature please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I just recently took off the training wheels on her bike, what makes you think her breastases need to be trained now. If it's just to keep the balance of things, that she just &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; to have a training something, I'll gladly put the training wheels back on her bike. Just please, don't make me go bra shopping with my 7 year old. Mothers should be doing that with their teenage daughters, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; their&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Barbie loving, doll playing, tea party hosting 7 year old daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, my 10 year old Monkey is perfectly flat, just the way she's supposed to be. Puberty shouldn't be knocking on her door for at least another 3 years, more if I'm lucky. So why does it seem like you are wanting to skip 10 year old and go for the 7 year old. Seems to me like you got the wrong kid. Although you haven't missed Monkey completely. You have cast upon her some unslightly blackheads &amp;amp;/or pimples for about 6 months now. Let's just leave it at that. Don't try to go making her feel &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; growing pains too. Just skip on over this household &amp;amp; go on the next unsuspecting victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let it be my daughters, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not at 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;So go on with your bad self.&lt;br /&gt;Just not here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are NOT welcome to make my daughter's breasteses any bigger than they are now, at least not until 5 more years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;However, if you just feel like it's your job and you just have to make some breasteses bigger or you won't meet your quota, then let's do a tradeoff. I will sacrifice myself for my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. you heard right. You can make &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; breasteses bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I know. I am brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sacrificing myself for my daughters, but for my daughters, no sacrifice is too big or too small. So go ahead, make mine bigger if you must, but hands off my daughters. (after all, it seems like the mother nature I got when I was a kid didn't care much about meeting her quota so she didn't fully finish her job when it came to &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; growing pains.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Princess &amp;amp; Monkey, leave them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll call you when we're ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-8893219834215298232?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/8893219834215298232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=8893219834215298232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8893219834215298232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8893219834215298232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-2580557104016446707</id><published>2008-09-02T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:13:14.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont get scared it&apos;s only a test'/><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was homework.&lt;br /&gt;Today it's testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not taking an actual test.&lt;br /&gt;just testing writing posts, but not actually posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to learn to save them to post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already got 3 for the day, so I would like to spread the love in case I'm busy or in not such a creative mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;lOOks like i've got it... Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-2580557104016446707?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/2580557104016446707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=2580557104016446707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2580557104016446707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2580557104016446707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-276687091851683974</id><published>2008-09-02T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:13:33.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After all you are the teacher'/><title type='text'>Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, that game show rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;And you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because we are all obviously unintelligent human beings that &lt;strong&gt;are not&lt;/strong&gt; smarter than a 5th grader, 'cause really, has anybody actually been smarter than a 5th grader on that show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my following point. And to make my point clear I am writing my 5th grade daughter's teacher a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Monkey's 5th grade teacher,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely that you are already giving my Monkey homework on her 2nd week of school. Thank you! Really, thank you because apparently Princess' teacher has felt no need to assign &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; any homework as of yet except for the 30 min of reading. You are much more responsible Mr. Monkey's 5th grade teacher. A lot more responsible than Mrs. Princess' 3rd grade teacher. So for that I truly thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do hope that you &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;notice that I thanked you for giving &lt;strong&gt;Monkey&lt;/strong&gt; homework. Right? Then why, oh why do I feel like if you're assigning&lt;em&gt; me&lt;/em&gt; homework?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. I would like to point out, I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; in your class. Ok. Just for the record.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my beautiful daughter Monkey &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;. So it is absolutely fine with me that you assign her homework, I would just appreciate it if you left me out of it!&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I am an active parent. I was there for 'Meet the Teacher' night, remember? I signed up to help out during field trips, remember? I even signed up to provide your entire class with paper plates, napkins &amp;amp; cups needed for class parties, remember? All this involvement from my part and my daughter has really only been in your class for 6 days. Pretty impressive, huh?&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; recall signing up for homework. See, the problem is this:&lt;br /&gt;Monkey comes home with algebra problems to solve. You impress me! Algebra in 5th grade. Wow! Again, thank you for challenging my daughter. That speaks very highly of you, your teaching method &amp;amp; your high expectancies from my daughter &amp;amp; her classmates. She can do it! I know she can!&lt;br /&gt;However, she's under the impression that when she gets stuck with a problem, she can turn to me for help. Umm, yeah! &lt;em&gt;ME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Mr. Monkey's 5th grade teacher is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cool! See, up until now I've been the all mighty, all knowing, turn to with problems mom. I could help her with &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; ! Yes I know, I rock! Luckily Monkey agrees. But I have a feeling that you, yes you Mr. Monkey's 5th grade teacher will be the ugly black force that will change that. After all, I did have to think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really hard, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I mean really hard on 1 of those problems I helped Monkey with today. And it's just the beginning of the year, so from experience I know they will only get harder. And harder. And harder. Until it gets impossible for me to continue with my supermom powers &amp;amp; I will no longer be able to help my daughter with her homework. After all, along with many americans in this wonderful country, &lt;strong&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; smarter than a 5th grader. &lt;/strong&gt;So you see Mr. Monkey's 5th grade teacher. This is a problem that needs to be addressed. Sure, I could pick up a book and refresh my algebra, but as stated earlier. Why should I get stuck with the homework? Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;So I propose that .... well, I'm not so sure what I propose. Just solve this problem so as to not, I repeat not send &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; homework. And just for the record, let's set this straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey is in your class.&lt;br /&gt;I am not.&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework for Monkey= yes&lt;br /&gt;homework for Monkeys Mother= no! NO! no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;Now that this problem has been brought to your attention I very much expect that you as the teacher will be figuring out a way to resolve this issue. And Pronto!&lt;br /&gt;Kapeish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Monkey's SuperMom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-276687091851683974?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/276687091851683974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=276687091851683974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/276687091851683974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/276687091851683974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-smarter-than-5th-grader.html' title='Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-8784670206667012910</id><published>2008-09-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:13:54.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinds makes me feel outta place'/><title type='text'>No Stinking After-School Program Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I've been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;and thinking...&lt;br /&gt;and thinking some more ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;(Money troubles can do this to you, you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I want to go back to work asap ( for my own sanity, for money reasons, etc.), the truth of the matter is that that might not really be an option for me at this time.&lt;br /&gt;See, Monkey &amp;amp; Princess' new school has NO after school program. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;And I don't trust anybody but family &amp;amp;/or school to take care of my daughters while I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where, Oh where am I going to find a job that lets out before 3pm??? Please do tell !&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what we get for moving to the other side of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; side of town not supposed to need that extra help with the kiddos after school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am aware that we now have the privilege of living in a *nicer* neighborhood than before, and as a result we don't get the advantages that the people living in the rough part of town get, ie. after school programs...&lt;br /&gt;But why???&lt;br /&gt;Why am I getting punished or losing benefits (persey) for pursuing a better living environment for my daughters? Now that I really NEED those after school programs so I can get my butt into the workforce, they are no longer available to me. I am now paying even MOOOOOOOOOOORE taxes than before (thanks to the dear old property taxes), which are helping fund these after school programs, yet now I cannot use them because they are not offered in &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; side of town. (and please, by no means think that I am trying to brag about moving into a better area, because I DO NOT mean to insinuate that we live in a luxurious neighborhood or anything even remotely close, although &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; would be nice! What it means is simply that we no longer live in the side of town that is full of apartment complexes and older run down houses. Where the kids are running loose in the streets well after 9pm because their parents don't care where they're at. Where cop sirens are heard blaring at least once a week. Where drug busts take place at least twice a year. Neighborhoods where grandmas are the ones usually caring for the kids because mom &amp;amp; dad are lowlife potheads. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; neighborhood! We are no longer there, thank God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now in a neighborhood that has the BEST school district in town.&lt;br /&gt;EXCELLENT schools (with NO after school programs!!!!!!!!!! &gt;()] grrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;We have Wonderful neighbors. Your typical pta moms, lol. Basically educated people with good jobs that have these important titles and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda makes me think, how the hell did WE get here?!?!?!? lol&lt;br /&gt;but here we are.&lt;br /&gt;and the girls are loooooving it !&lt;br /&gt;as for me,&lt;br /&gt;well let's just say we've been here for 2 months now and I have NOT heard 1 cop siren at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-8784670206667012910?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/8784670206667012910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=8784670206667012910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8784670206667012910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/8784670206667012910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-stinking-after-school-program-here.html' title='No Stinking After-School Program Here'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-99635998112115122</id><published>2008-09-02T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:14:09.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If i could only find a way to get paid to stay at home'/><title type='text'>UNEMPLOYED...This is Where I'm at</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed is where I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed is where I've been for almost 2 months now.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed is where I'll be until God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being where I'm at now is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;No fun at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I get to be a 'stay-at-home-mom' (which I looooooooove to do) except this job doesn't really reimburse my talents &amp;amp; skills with any of those benjamins my old job had accustomed me to.&lt;br /&gt;You know, that green paper that is used in the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; world.&lt;br /&gt;The stuff that is used to pay the mortgage and bills &amp;amp; buy the food to set on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I get the best payments in the universe... unlimited hugs &amp;amp; kisses, non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I've been known to receive more than 1,000 kisses a day. And I'm NOT making that number up. Princess actually stands there kissing me AND counting to make sure I get ALL 1,000 of those kissies. That's how she pays me for things I do. And as much as I *LOVE* our payment method, the grocery store just won't accept them.&lt;br /&gt;Those bastards! They don't know what they're missing out on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Mr Handyman has an ok job that covers our fixed monthly expenses, but at the end really only leaves us with about $300 wiggle room.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT????&lt;br /&gt;She's complaining when she doesn't even have to go to work &amp;amp; she still has money left over at the end of the month???&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, NO!&lt;br /&gt;Those $300 or so leftover (and that's with putting in lots &amp;amp; lots of OT) would be the amount that I as a good housewife *snicker* will have to work miracles &amp;amp; make some magic to make it be enough to cover food for the month (ouch!), and essentials like shampoo, detergent, toilet paper, dog food, deodorant, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sadly enough meant&lt;br /&gt;No new backpack for the new schoolyear.&lt;br /&gt;No new shoes for the new schoolyear.&lt;br /&gt;No new clothes for the new schoolyear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Princess &amp;amp; Monkey understood completely. They're such good girls, they didn't really care! They're at a new school this year, so really nobody knows them there, which means their OLD backpack is NEW to them. Their OLD shoes are NEW to them. And their OLD clothes are NEW to them. So things worked out great !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I have to think of a way to make some extra $$$ to survive on, or actually get up off my arse and find me a 'real' job. Aaaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-99635998112115122?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/99635998112115122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=99635998112115122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/99635998112115122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/99635998112115122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/09/unemployedthis-is-where-im-at.html' title='UNEMPLOYED...This is Where I&apos;m at'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-4224473189726958437</id><published>2008-08-29T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:14:33.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m sure you&apos;ve felt like speeding away too'/><title type='text'>Home Alone Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Summer vacation is O+V+E+R = OVER ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;(excuse me while I do the happy dance........................&lt;br /&gt;dancing, dancing, dancing......................... still dancing, cartwheel &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm back )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time for school once again. The girls are now another year older &amp;amp; about to get another year wiser. Boy, those teachers are in for a treat I tell ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of getting older, where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;My babies are growing up right before my eyes. It seems like not so long ago I was leaving my Monkey &amp;amp; Princess at school for the very 1st time. Young &amp;amp; Clueless me walked them in all the way to the cafeteria where the nice teacher sat them down &amp;amp; proceeded to feed them.&lt;br /&gt;They were on their own now.&lt;br /&gt;They were in school.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't need mommy anymore. (at least not between 8am to 3pm)&lt;br /&gt;So there goes mommy with the realization that her babies are growing up &amp;amp; needing less and less of her.&lt;br /&gt;So there goes mommy walking out that door crying her poor little eyes out as she leaves her sweet little girls for their 1st day of school some 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;How cute they looked in their plaid jumpers and knee high socks. Memories....&lt;br /&gt;makes me kind of want to whip out the albums &amp;amp; leaf through them just to see their chubby little cheeks again. (if i only *knew* where they were)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fast forward to now.&lt;br /&gt;Well now the ritual is this. I drop the girls off at the curb of the school &amp;amp; speed away as fast as I can while I blast the radio &amp;amp; sing all the way home to rejoice in my 7 hours of complete and utter silence while being home alone ! ! ! Yes, ALONE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the old saying is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time does have a way of changing things&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-4224473189726958437?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/4224473189726958437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=4224473189726958437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4224473189726958437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/4224473189726958437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-alone-once-again.html' title='Home Alone Once Again'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-6782157862555398106</id><published>2008-06-29T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:14:50.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School's out.......... time to scream and shout!!!&lt;br /&gt;No more early bedtimes.&lt;br /&gt;No more early mornings.&lt;br /&gt;No more homework.&lt;br /&gt;No more projects.&lt;br /&gt;No more after school activities.&lt;br /&gt;No more club meetings.&lt;br /&gt;No more uniform.&lt;br /&gt;No more folder signing.&lt;br /&gt;No more PTA meetings.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE SCHOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky girls.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-6782157862555398106?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/6782157862555398106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=6782157862555398106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6782157862555398106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6782157862555398106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-learning.html' title='No More Learning'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-7577578247967800264</id><published>2008-06-04T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:15:10.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We need to do this more often'/><title type='text'>All calm in the SuperMom...Not household</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;As far as the previous post goes... you know, the one where I was this crazy bitch just whining &amp;amp; complaining about being in a bad mood &amp;amp; my girls being ... well, kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to worrry.&lt;br /&gt;No need to call CPS on my sorry butt.&lt;br /&gt;My daughters' survived, and I survived as well.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;All's well that ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how was that accomplished you might ask???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how else?&lt;br /&gt;I just had enough, and had to say to myself "Fuck the house &amp;amp; the chores!&lt;br /&gt;We need some fresh air!" ......... So what else would we do but hit the mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, nothing like some mother/daughter bonding time to relieve all that damn stress= so we went SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New summer clothes... Nice!&lt;br /&gt;Some ice cream while we're at it... Nice!&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off a nice foot rub when we got back home after 5 hours of walking &amp;amp; shopping...... even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-7577578247967800264?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/7577578247967800264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=7577578247967800264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7577578247967800264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/7577578247967800264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/06/alls-well-now.html' title='All calm in the SuperMom...Not household'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-3498049788417163303</id><published>2008-05-31T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:15:30.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO.FUCKEN.PATIENCE.TODAY! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Today I am just a total nutcase. Can it be that my monthly visitor is coming? Um, no. That came &amp;amp; went about 2 weeks ago. Can't be that.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee? I already had my fix today. can't survive without that one.&lt;br /&gt;Then what can it be?&lt;br /&gt;NO.CLUE.WHY!?!?&lt;br /&gt;But today I am just whacko! Crazy. Loca. Hysterical screaming maniac with close to zero patience, all for no apparent reason. And the ladies are being no angels either, making it that much more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;So add my crazy self + 2 kids.... Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; kids&lt;br /&gt;Kids being kids.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that throwing me so much off my rocker today?&lt;br /&gt;Why all the screaming? (from my part)&lt;br /&gt;Again, repeat... &lt;em&gt;they're just kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are&lt;em&gt; just&lt;/em&gt; making a mess EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; fighting with each other constantly, screaming &amp;amp; crying abounds in this house.&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; leaving food in the living room ( because later their maid will just magically appear &amp;amp; pick up after them when they are very much capable of doing that themselves at their ripe ages of 7 &amp;amp; 9. Why do they not understand that?)&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; watching tv, even after I've told them twice to turn it off until they do their part in helping me out with their chores.&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; turning off the a/c, which in turn made me get more hot &amp;amp; cranky, because yes, I know, you're cold. Well hello????? How can you not be cold if you're just sitting there doing nothing. Of course you're gonna be cold. How about getting up and joining me in doing some of the sweeping, vacuuming, mopping, dusting, etc. you know, getting up off your little tiny ass &amp;amp; joining in all the fun mommy does all by herself day in and day out, just to repeat the whole process all over again when you decide to just be your usual self &amp;amp; not pick up after yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And then that's when I also get mad.&lt;br /&gt;But at myself.&lt;br /&gt;It was MY job to teach them to pick up after themselves. Yet they don't.&lt;br /&gt;It was MY job to teach them to be responsible &amp;amp; do their chores. Yet they don't.&lt;br /&gt;It was MY job to teach them to do their part, even without being asked just because they know it's the right thing to do. Yet they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So self, this goes out to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being such a crazy psychotic bitch!&lt;br /&gt;Stop getting mad at your girls!&lt;br /&gt;Stop feeling sorry for your stupid self!&lt;br /&gt;You're the mom &amp;amp; it's your job to do what you're doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-3498049788417163303?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/3498049788417163303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=3498049788417163303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3498049788417163303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3498049788417163303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/05/nofuckenpatiencetoday.html' title='NO.FUCKEN.PATIENCE.TODAY! ! !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-1893656209331547963</id><published>2008-05-28T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:15:57.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Their Modeling Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess &amp;amp; Monkey had their official modeling debut this weekend! Lots of thanks to Mrs. U (a wonderful teacher at their school) who invited them to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got to pick out 3 outfits from this department store. What-Ever they wanted!!! Sounded like a shopping spree to them so they were ecstatic! (I would have been ecstatic &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; they would have been able to keep the clothes after having modeled them, but no. We just got a 40% discount if we wanted to buy them. HELL NO! Too expensive. I'll just wait for those 50% off sales, teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my girls were in HEAVEN! Not only did they choose their own cool clothes, they got their make-up done by the cosmetic department ladies. And I applaud them. They did a very good job. I'll admit, when I heard they were getting their make-up done, I was very apprehensive. My 9 &amp;amp; 7 year old girls aren't even allowed to paint their nails! Not their hands, not their toes! That's how big of a prude me &amp;amp; hubby are. So having them wear actual make-up in public and it's not even halloween, uh... not so sure about that. But those sweet ladies did a very good job. The make-up was some powder for the shine, some very light, light blush &amp;amp; 1 coat of mascara to make their eyes pop. That's it. Didn't make them look like mini adults at all. Just enhance their natural beauty. Not my cup of tea on such young girls, but not too, too bad. (btw, my girls are gorgeous enough already but damm!!! With just 1 coat of mascara they both looked absolutely. drop-dead gorgeous!!! I wish I had &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; eyelashes. I have to curl &amp;amp; curl &amp;amp; never get those results! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out and bought the girls some earings &amp;amp; gave that to them as a little gift on their special modeling-debut day! They were ecstatic (as i've already mentioned a gazillion times. I've gotta learn me a word other than ecstatic. thesaurus.com here I come) So out they come &amp;amp; they strut their stuff, just like the girls on America's Next Top Model.... Which they looooooooooove to see. My girls worked the runway, uhhhhhhhhh-huh! Which brings me to my next point:&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY CAMERA!!! (Good thing I had hubby videotaping or we wouldn't have had any actual proof of their debut.) Everytime I'd snap a picture, as they were at the end of the runway facing me, the stupid little thing would take a 1-2 seconds to stabilize and them actually click the pic. Well, by &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; time all I'd get was the back of the girl's heads while they were walking back!!! WTF! My camera's sooooooo slow. Ok, so let's try another thing. I started snapping BEFORE they hit the end of the runway, that way once the 1-2 seconds passed, I'd still get the front of their face, not the back...... Ughhhhhhhh! Well, apparently my camera doesn't do too good with moving objects either. Running, jumping, doing cartwheels... those type of movements I understand. But walking down a runway?!?!?! All I got was blurry girls. Ugghhh! Forget the picture taking, so I just switched it to movie mode. Took video with the camera, took pictures later. When they were nice &amp;amp; still. Sucks though! Wouldn't you expect more from an almost $200 camera? Although, it might have something to do with all those times I dropped it, not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, my girls modeling debut came &amp;amp; went. It was practically their dream come true! And on top of that, they also got a ceritificate, a picture frame (to put the pic of the back of their head, lol), a gift card to chick-fil-a &amp;amp; a webkinz doll. That was very nice. So when they get home I have to have them work on their 'Thank You cards'..... And no, I'm not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;polite! Puh-leez! The wonderful Mrs. U actually sent them home with a flyer yesterday asking them to write one for all the great people that made the event possible, let them participate &amp;amp; gave them all the free stuff. Only fair. I agree! That's the least we could do for them making my little girl's dream a reality. Should I also start shopping there? Nah! Too expensive. Maybe once the girls hit it big &amp;amp; actually get paid for living their dream, maybe then we can afford to shop at these places on the days they're not having sales. Maybe.......... not making any promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this Wanna-be Stage-Mom is signing off ! Gotta go find my girls new gigs..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(kidding!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-1893656209331547963?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/1893656209331547963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=1893656209331547963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1893656209331547963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/1893656209331547963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/05/their-modeling-debut.html' title='Their Modeling Debut'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-9126895277654011373</id><published>2008-05-07T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:16:25.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Hormones under Control Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So picture this.&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;I answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hello?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other Voice: "Hello. Is this Monkey?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me: "No. This is Monkey's Mother. Did you want to talk to Monkey?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Other Voice: "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me: "Ok. Well who is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other Voice: "This is so&amp;amp;so, a BOY friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ( very startled that a cootie filled, hormonal little BOY is calling my sweet, innocent 9 year old little GIRL) "Who?" I ask again, because of course my ears were obviously deceaving me! No boy is calling my girl, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Other Voice: "My name is So&amp;amp;So. Remember me?... you've seen me walking home from school. You know, the one that's waving his hands up &amp;amp; down like a bird all the way home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I chuckle. Hearing &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; tell the story seems much funnier to me, so I chuckle. Yeah. I know who this little twirp is. This is that weird little boy. Monkey and I talk about him while driving home. She must have told him we do, otherwise how would he know that I know of his existence. Little weirdo. So after I stopped chuckling at the mental picture he conjured up in my head, I answered "Um, yes... she's here. Hold on just a sec..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call my daughter and pass her the phone.&lt;br /&gt;However, she is soooooooo not allowed to talk to cootie filled, hormonal little boys, but me always wanting to give others the benefit of the doubt so I just figured it had something to do with school. You know, there is a science fair coming up &amp;amp; they were set up with partners, so maybe it's about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monkey gets the phone. She looks even MORE perplexed than I was. And she was scared. I could so tell she was shitting bricks, because I was of course listening to every single word of their 20-second conversation. She knows how I feel about boys liking girls at this age. It is c&lt;strong&gt;ompletely&lt;/strong&gt; unacceptable. Boys have cooties and she should stay as far away from them as humanly possible. Granted, 1 of her best friends is a boy. But there's none of that liking shit. Seriously just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so on with this cootie filled, hormonal little boy's conversation with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much who is this?&lt;br /&gt;How did you get my number?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;(what a polite daughter I have, huh? Imagine calling someone &amp;amp; they answer you with a 'what do you want?' 'why are you calling me?' kind of shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she got to the "What do you want?" part and I heard it had NOTHING to do with school, just because, that is when I yanked the phone from her hand so hard that I think she has a bruise as a result. Nah! Just kidding. My baby's so good, she herself handed me the phone and then I continued the conversation with said cootie filled, hormonal little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So&amp;amp;So. This is Monkey's mother again. Listen. She's not allowed to talk to cootie filled, hormonal little boys like you on the phone at all. I just handed her the phone because I thought this was school related. And since it's not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;amp;So: " Oh. Yes. I understand. ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok then. She'll see you at school tomorrow. But no more calling her on the phone." Or I'll sick my rabies-filled dog on you. Or better yet, my husband owns a gun &amp;amp; he's not afraid to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't say those last 2 sentences, although I was tempted. =D That would teach him not to call my sweet &amp;amp; innocent little Monkey again. Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seriously though, where are these kids' mothers? Do they not have any idea what their child is doing? Or do they &amp;amp; they just don't care? Or am I overreacting? If anybody thinks yes, forget you! I don't care. I'm the momma and I'ma protect my young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No cootie filled, hormonal little boys are allowed anywhere near my precious little daughters!&lt;/strong&gt; Is that loud and clear for ya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You CANNOT call my house. You CANNOT call my cell phone. You CANNOT come over to my house. You CANNOT cruise by my house. You CANNOT so much as even look at my house. You CANNOT even think of anything else that would remotely involve either of my 2 little girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did I make myself clear? Or do I have to sick Daddy &amp;amp; his rifle on your little ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-9126895277654011373?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/9126895277654011373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=9126895277654011373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/9126895277654011373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/9126895277654011373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/05/keep-your-hormones-under-control-boys.html' title='Keep Your Hormones under Control Boys'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-6096835303353076138</id><published>2008-05-07T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:16:42.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A View of The Floor of My Daughter's Bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;If anybody out there has any idea as to how this can be accomplished&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT screaming,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT swearing,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT threats,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT having to promise everything under the moon,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT bribing,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT begging,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT crying,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT complaining,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT excuses,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT whining,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT fighting,&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; having to do it,&lt;br /&gt;then please, please, please, I am &lt;em&gt;begging&lt;/em&gt; you, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;(oh goodness gracious... see? we haven't even started and I already broke 1 of the rules of what I did not want, begging! and I already did it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you now see how I seriously need help?&lt;br /&gt;Make that my daughters' need help! 'cause after all I just close the door and let them be.&lt;br /&gt;They shall live in the pig sty, not I.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of letting them live like farm animals. I am NOT a farmer! I do NOT wear overalls, ever! And I'm tired of my kids' farm animal ways of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-6096835303353076138?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/6096835303353076138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=6096835303353076138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6096835303353076138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/6096835303353076138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/05/wanted.html' title='WANTED'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-3657407650702536901</id><published>2008-04-13T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:17:00.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend's Over.... bummer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So just like that the weekend has come &amp;amp; gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies, 1 bag of popcorn, 1/2 a can of cashews &amp;amp; waaaaay to much soda later, all the movies we got from Blockbuster have been seen &amp;amp; enjoyed by all. We had a great family night. For once, there was no fighting or crying like the usuals "See &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; movie first!" or "I don't like &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; movie" or the famous "She &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;gets to go first". We actually ALL decided on the movie order, who sat where, who ate/held what... all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sidekick ended up picking Nancy Drew, not as good as I would have wanted it to be. Princess chose Bratz, not as bad as I thought it would be. I chose Martian Child, could've been better... But hey, we bonded. We laughed. We didn't cry, bummer. I love a good movie that can make me cry, although it doesn't take much I tell ya. I do have Riding in Cars with Boys, which is a good cry I've been told. Can't wait to pop in into the dvd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, now the weekend's over. Monkey &amp;amp; Princess are peacefully sleeping in their beds (after an hour and a half process of getting them in bed. I swear those girls don't actually get in bed until I start yelling!) I myself don't want to go to bed either, because that will officially end my weekend. Plus, inevitably, if I go to bed now, I will then only wake up to a MONDAY. I don't like those! They scare me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-3657407650702536901?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/3657407650702536901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=3657407650702536901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3657407650702536901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/3657407650702536901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekends-over-bummer.html' title='Weekend&apos;s Over.... bummer!'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-814479237263241437</id><published>2008-04-12T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:17:18.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Sidekick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, so tonight's "Family Movie Night" a.k.a "we're broke right now &amp;amp; can't afford to &lt;em&gt;go out and do something&lt;/em&gt; so I have to plan something fun &amp;amp; creative for my girlies that doesn't cost much $$$ Night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me &amp;amp; monkey are in my room getting ready to head on over to Blockbuster &amp;amp; being the good mommy I try to be, I strike up a conversation with her. I ask her "What movie are you going to choose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: (in her best duuuuh voice) I don't know, I'm NOT sidekick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (perplexed) You're not WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: SIDEKICK mom. I'm not sidekick. I don't know what movie I'll choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: (almost rolling her eyes now) Sidekick... you know those ones that can tell what'll happen in the future.... Sidekick (finishing with her duh voice again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (trying to contain my laughter so I don't laugh in my poor daughter's face &amp;amp; crush her self esteem forever) Sidekick??? I think the word you're looking for is PSYCHIC... You know, like Raven... psychics see the future. Now what YOU said, sidekick, that's like a partner, you know, like Batman &amp;amp; Robin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: Wait. I know. How does it go? "The batmobile lost its wheel &amp;amp; Robin laid an egg....." What does that have to do with it mom? ( Still having no clue what I'm telling her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm trying to tell you the difference from what you said to what you mean. You meant psychic, but you said sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: What does Batman have to do with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know, Batman has a partner... a sidekick. Ok forget Batman. Hannah Montana, her best friend Lily is her sidekick. Spongebob, his friend "whatever his name is" is his sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: Oh, and Raven... she's a sidekick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (definitely rolling my eyes at this point) Forget it. I'll find out what you choose when we're there. After all, you're not sidekick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-814479237263241437?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/814479237263241437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=814479237263241437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/814479237263241437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/814479237263241437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-so-tonights-family-movie-night.html' title='My Little Sidekick'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-2972335192838643298</id><published>2008-01-31T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:17:44.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I understand why People Homeschool !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homeschool?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Who'd ever be crazy enough to want to homeschool their kids? The answer now is so simple......... ME ! ! ! ! Never in my wildest, scariest, craziest dreams would I thought of this as an option ( and it really isn't since I don't know the slightest thing about teaching &amp;amp; there's no way on earth we could afford to have me quit my job and homeschool my kids full time ! ) It's not an option, really...but I am seriously considering it. How &lt;em&gt;scary &lt;/em&gt;is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I am very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very dissappointed with our public school system. (I'd really like to add a lot more &lt;em&gt;very's&lt;/em&gt; to that, but my fingers got tired of the same motion, don't want carpal tunnel, lol) NOW I know why I'd always hear people complaining about the pss (public school system) all the time. See, my kids had always been in a private schools. Always meaning their short 3-4 years of schooling. A Christian private school. We're NOT Christians. We're Catholics. No biggie, they were great with them. They were receiving a very good education at this private school. But the only reason they were in private to begin with wasn't because I didn't believe in the pss, it was because the pss in my area didn't have after school care that I needed for my children because I worked until 5pm, and could arrive until 5:30 to pick them up. Pss didn't offer that, so Private was my only option. And they loved it, and so did I... except for the monthly check writing, cost of uniforms, books, daily lunches, charges for field trips, etc..... the $$$$$$$$$ part of it. =D But my girls always got good grades, always on honor roll, love school, teachers, friends. All's fine and dandy!!!!!!!!! They were happy. I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to us moving to another state, hence a different school district. This school district offers after school care until 6pm, for FREE!!! Woooohoooo! Plus, I have a new job that I actually pick them up right after school, no need for them to stay in child care unless they want to stay and play with their friends. The outcome??? We don't need to pay for Private school anymore. The kids can go to a public school, right? Sure. No prob. They're great. **** Big, Big sigh!!!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was I thinking???&lt;/strong&gt; Public schools only care about teaching the kids what they need in order to pass the 'state test'. A humongous part of their school year is spent studying for that stupid test. But that's not even my concern. It used to be, I had a problem with anything, all I'd have to do was go to the principal, express my concern and then she'd show all the empathy in the world and take care of the problem for me. Right away... No problems! Why? 'cause she liked the check I'd hand over every month and did whatever it took to take care of the problems so we don't pull our kids out of their school. Nice!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, &lt;/strong&gt;at a public school, the principal listens, shakes her head up and down, pretending to listen to me, while I know that all along she doesn't give a crap. Like lady, you're not paying for nothing. You're not doing me any favors. You're not happy with our system, get in line!...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so upset I can't even continue to type! My daughter's had the worst year at school, yet this stupid lady cares nothing about it, saying it's my daughter's word against the teacher's word. And she's the BEST teacher they have! Ha! What a bunch of crock... I'll tell you the best teacher you had was the one you sent to a different school due to seniority. That's the best teacher you had. This one, she should be in the marines. She's a friekin drill sargeant yet she's only dealing with 4th graders. My daughter's too scared to ask for help because she threatens to suspend anybody if they talk. And if she's the BEST teacher you have, then she should have the BEST most well educated kids in the school. Her entire class should be on the honor roll system because after all, she's the BEST teacher... Ah contraire madame... Not 1 of the children in her class made the honor roll system! What does that tell you about her teaching skills? They're obviously not learning from her, or what are you gonna tell me&gt; Does she have all the bad kids??? Or is she a bad teacher that doesn't educate them enough or correctly to get good grades to make honor roll. I'd take a chance to choose the 2nd one, because let me tell you my daughter has made honor roll EVERY SINGLE QUARTER, SEMESTER, YEAR that she's been in school.... ALWAYS!!! And the first time she didn't get it was with this teacher. And that's not even my complain. 2 quarters have passed, she hadn't gotten it... no biggie. 4th grade. a lot harder. maybe my daughter's not getting some of the stuff, that's what I used to think. But don't come telling me she's your best if she can't educate good kids well enough to get decent grades that they'd gotten all along before YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! To be continued..... Too mad, upset, frustrated, impotent, disillusioned to continue at this moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3108606074974827683-2972335192838643298?l=supermom-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/feeds/2972335192838643298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3108606074974827683&amp;postID=2972335192838643298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2972335192838643298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3108606074974827683/posts/default/2972335192838643298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-not.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-i-understand-why-people-homeschool.html' title='Now I understand why People Homeschool !'/><author><name>Solei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06825238994125944733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_588uaIds4r0/SL131nBF0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPQLMmL49bA/S220/flowerpinkbrown.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108606074974827683.post-7778570901913592986</id><published>2007-11-14T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:18:04.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not kidding'/><title type='text'>Getting to know me, the SuperMom...NOT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, that's right. I'm the "SuperMom...NOT!!!" which basically means that I am NOT a supermom. Pretty simple concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say that I'm a bad mother. Not at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; my girls and they mean the world to me. It's just that no matter what I do or how hard I try, I can't just make/mold them into the perfect little angels that I know they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And for some reason I'm also not successful at molding myself into the &lt;em&gt;perfect mother, &lt;/em&gt;not that that mold actually exists. But just in case, if anybody out there knows where I can get the perfect mother mold please let me know. 'k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, one of the reasons why I believe to be the "SuperMom...NOT!!!" is that there's so many bad things in this world, and I can't protect my daughters from absolutely everything, although I try, I really, really do. And when they have problems that I can't just kiss and make better anymore, well... I feel like I'm not doing my job (as a mom that is). Used to be in the good ol' days that my babies would fall down and cry, come to mommy and good ol' SuperMom would just kiss it and make it better. All's well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Super !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nowadays, I have a 9 yr old being bullied at school. I've tried to kiss it and make it better, but guess what??? Not working ! Hence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SuperMom...Not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Halloween I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to make my 6 yr old a costume, and for that sole purpose I went out and purchased a $180 sewing machine, only to turn out that this mean lady (me! ) made my poor baby cry, because she didn't want to hurt her SuperMom...Not's feelings by telling her that the costume she made with so much love looked &lt;em&gt;weird &lt;/em&gt;! Again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuperMom...Not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As hard as I try, I can't get my daughters to brush their teeth &lt;em&gt;everyday!!!&lt;/em&gt; Let alone twice a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuperMom...Not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kid's room, a mess. (that's putting it lightly) Let's just say that I'll give a prize to whoever can find an inch, heck a centimeter of the actual floor. Again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuperMom...Not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 a day.....ha! No comments, let's just go ahead and say it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuperMom...Not! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Read a bedtime story &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;night... Oh my lord! Are you kidding me? Yes, yes I am aware of the many advantages of this, but come on. I'm just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuperMom...Not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now on this last one here, don't get me wrong. My girls are readers and so am I. In fact, in my defense, we each just bought a book at the mall this weekend. I'm into reading the paper everyday (although nobody has to know that I go straight for the Dear Abby's, Miss Manners, Comics, and the fun stuff... and I'm not scared to say that, 'cause as I said, I go to that &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; but I do eventually get around to reading the rest of the paper) And I also like novels, and I'm usually always reading a book... so my girls do feed off of that and they've gotten into reading. 9 yr old likes, scratch that, loves Junie B. Jones books, although I do think she's probably a little too old for that. I think she should advance to whatever the next level is, although I don't know what that would be. 6 yr old also loves to read books and usually we just sit and all read together, each their own book, but I don't really read to them directly. Actually, my girls usually read to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, you can pretty much get the picture as to why I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SuperMom...Not!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again, it's not by choice. It's just a fact of life that my 'babies' are growing up and I can no longer protect them from the cruel, cruel world out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That and I can't make them listen to me 100% of the time! Again, if someone knows of a potion to cure that, let me know. 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