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i love this book. I just finished reading The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. Oh my gosh, it was awesome. I loved the movie but love the book even more. Books like that really make me want to write. I love my playlist. When working at my desk, I listen to the songs on my blog. My husband does not love my music so much but suffers through the songs anyway. I didn't realize the kids listened but the other day I was watching Baby Girl play on the swing set. She was singing Carlton Pearson's song , Catch on Fire . Her version was . . . "I wish somebody's pants (instead of soul) would Catch on Fire, Catch on Fire, Catch on Fire . . ." She had me cracking up. I love BlogPatrol that keeps track of the number of visitors to my site. It also gives cool info like most visited post, the time of day visited, search engines used to find blog and more. So far this week, I've had 19 people visit from the U.S., 1 person from Iceland and 1 from India. Can you belie

A couple of year's ago . I read two awesome blogs on Mother's Day. Check them out . . . http://crazedmommyofthree.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day-fact-or-fiction.html http://crazedmommyofthree.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-frickin-mothers-day.html Supermom doesn't blog much anymore now that she's a busy college student mama. While I've always been a Supermom WannaBe , she's the real deal. She introduced me to blogging over two years ago probably saving me a ton in therapy. Today, a friend in blogdom sent me this: http://news.cnnbcvideo.com/?nid=kCo6R1j3KtE9YpY4AmlhxDEwNzIzMQ--&referred_by=11839075-7OID4jx&p=moveon Barbara, thank you so much for thinking of me. I loved it! Happy Mother's Day!

Well, my team lost a game today. We are 1 of 7 teams in our league. We've played and beat all the other teams except one. Unlike us, they are a 2 nd year team and it shows. We lost the first game of the season to them and then again today. Losing stinks :-( In our league, whoever gets the coin toss to bat first has the advantage because they not only get to bat first but also last due to the 60 minute time limit rule. We were hoping to win the toss, but no such luck (not sure it would have made a difference today) Our girls had a great 1st inning. Usually tball games are high scoring because teams don't get outs. Innings end with a team reaching their 6 run limit not by getting 3 outs. Anyway, the 1st inning our girls grabbed 3 outs, stopping them with only 4 runs. We batted and scored 6 runs and therefore were up by 2. You could tell by their coaches reactions, they weren't use to losing. For whatever reason, we fell apart after that inning and lost the game. Our girls p

Last Sunday, I woke up in a mood not a great start for Sunday morning. Running late as usual, I jumped in the shower, grabbed my robe and checked on the kids in all about 5 minutes. You would not believe the mess in Baby Girl's room. I swear, it looked like they had every toy from Her bedroom, Little Man as well as the Entire Neighborhood in heaps on her floor. Noting I need to go through their toys, I yelled "You have 10 minutes to get it cleaned up" as I picked out clothes for church. Now, I knew there was no way possible to have it all cleaned up that fast but I was hoping for at least halfway. It's crazy, my kids can literally destroy a room in a second without so much as an argument, but take eternity to clean it up fighting every step of the way. "He's not cleaning up . . . She's too slow . . . He's not doing it right . . . and on and on it goes! I was dressed, makeup on and ready to walk out the door a short 10 minutes later. The kids are fight

I had my first mammogram today. It was a little weird having someone position your boob into the machine that squishes it for a picture. Still, I'd take that over a colonoscopy any day, yuk. My nurse talked and talked and talked. As she explained what she was doing, she referred to my boobs as average size. How about that, Average! I knew they've grown after 2 kids and 15 pounds (give or take), still I thought they were well below average. In junior high, boys said I was President of the Itty Bitty Tiddy Committee. Their ring leader used to torture me about size on the bus ride home from school each day. He'd say stupid things like you've got mosquito bites on your chest, let me scratch them for you. Most of my friends had grown boobs but I was still waiting. Because of my flat chest, I hated the way I looked. I prayed, quoted scripture (desire of my heart one) and even tried to use the Word of Faith message for bigger Boobs to appear on my chest. I miraculously st

In the car coming home from dinner, I was asking Baby Girl about school, her friends, and stuff. It wasn't just casual conversation, I was fishing for information (I'll get to that in another post). I was completely shocked with what I caught. When asking about some of her classmates, she said she had a secret to tell me. She couldn't say it in front of Daddy and Brother. I didn't think much about it because she tells secrets all the time with most being, "I love you . . . the sky is blue . . . and boys stink." At home, we went in her room and she said with an embarrassed smirk that . . . at nap time at school, "So and so" showed me and "friend" his private. (OH! MY!! GAWD!!! ) Trying to stay calm, I asked, "Where was your teacher?" She replied, "At her desk." The teacher obviously didn't see and the girls didn't tell. I'm not sure if it should make a difference to the story but "So and so" is not c

Why . . .oh . . . why do I procrastinate? It's 1am and I just finished my 4 th and final state application. I was suppose to take it to the UPS store to overnight by 5:00, obviously I didn't make it. So now my poor husband must drive the 4 hours into Kansas to hand deliver the stink'n thing. I should be shot. I told him I'd take it myself but he said he could get there and back faster, that's true. How long have I had to complete the application you ask? Oh, the application window was March 1st to May 1st. I have no excuse, I'm just a habitual put-er-off-er. It makes me and everyone around me crazy. I lost my mind and repeatedly snapped at my husband, the kids, and the dog. Well, applications are done . . . on to final reports. Stink'n paperwork. My next deadline is Friday, May 15 th . Guess you know what I'll be doing Thursday, May 14 th .