tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846040810019276602024-03-13T23:34:28.413-07:00Operation Dirty Laundrythis is a blog about how perfect my everyday life is. oh wait thats not it at all....this is a blog about how odd & insane my life is. & by the way, i am not all that partial to capitalizing things when i write so if you find that the least bit annoying, all i can think to say is oh well :)twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-10901983482236681272013-10-09T19:44:00.000-07:002013-10-09T19:44:20.332-07:00*DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!*<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We have a gender for monster #2!</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This baby has been so very different for a very good reason. Monster #2 is going to make BIG changes to our little world as we know it. </span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I am clueless when it comes to boy babies. I have only ever even babysat one boy in my whole life much less raise one. All I have ever know is glitter & hair bows & sparkly girly things. We live in a house run by girls that is covered in pink & shiny bits n' bobs. I am not sure how a boy is going to cope in our house, heck hubby barely makes it around here unscathed. I am pretty sure at least once before he turns 1 year old he will be attacked by the 2 girl monsters & have bows put in his hair and possibly have some make up applied. </span></b></span></div>
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twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-45885429195800836972013-10-02T00:19:00.000-07:002013-10-02T00:19:35.296-07:00ONE more day!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You are probably wondering how far along I actually am at this point since we are going in for a gender scan. I am due February 23rd at this point I am almost 20 weeks. Hopefully baby will cooperate and my next post will be letting everyone know the gender of our precious monster #2.</span></b></span></div>
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twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-73392190752541594122013-08-07T19:49:00.000-07:002013-08-07T19:49:15.198-07:00Wishes won't wash dishes...<div style="text-align: center;">
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I told the monster now that mommy was pregnant she was going to have to help out by doing chores. She decided she wanted to help by doing dishes. </div>
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I know it may sound cruel to have the little one doing dishes but like I said she ASKED.</div>
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She loves washing dishes. It is crazy to hear a child so small beg to wash dishes. She does a good job too. I was amazed by her skills i thought i would have to re wash or throw them in the dishwasher but nope. And yes i put most of the dishes in the dishwasher before she ever gets in the kitchen. She washed forks, spoons, cups and plastic dishes mostly. </div>
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twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-11424351739734242832013-07-11T20:36:00.000-07:002013-07-11T20:36:08.768-07:00morning GLORY<div style="text-align: center;">
So....now that I am preggers I feel wonderful. Yeah that was sarcasm cause I feel like I have been dragged behind a truck for several miles. With the monster I had some sickness but not usually in the morning this time it is sorta all over the place. I have yet to have a day where I don't feel a constant nap is a necessity. </div>
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I am thinking this monster may be another girl. Hubby is hoping for a boy since we have two girls already. I am gonna hate to have to beak the news to him in a couple of months when we find out I am right. So far the Chinese calendar thingys say girl, I am craving sweets and the heart rater is over 160. Hopefully I am right cause I have no clue what to do with a boy, I can NOT operate those things! Not to mention we have tons of girls things laying around already so a girl is just cheaper. </div>
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I have not felt like eating at all since I get sick every time I do. I have stocked my pantry with loads of ginger snaps, smarties (they help with the queasy) and cinnamon roasted almonds (not for anything just yummy) so maybe I will make it thru this alive. Nobody around me seems to give a flying two cents that I feel bad they just seem to think I make this up like it is fun, I will have my revenge (muhahahahahahaaaa)</div>
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This is the very first photo of the monster to be. I don't think I am feeding it enough cause she said it didn't quiet measure up to 9 weeks. hmmm. Gotta get this monster up to snuff. </div>
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twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-65259608727892843472013-07-02T11:09:00.000-07:002013-07-02T11:09:59.997-07:00Party ANIMALS<div style="text-align: center;">
The hubby had a birthday yesterday! We had cake over the weekend and some silliness ensued. Here is the photographic evidence of the events.</div>
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This was the cake. Small but very yummy! And YES we lit all of the candles. </div>
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Isn't he handsome with that big smile??</div>
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The hubby's birthday present!! Another monster on the way!! I am roughly 7 weeks and due in February.</div>
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Polish was flying everywhere. The monster loves painting nails and isn't half bad at it.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Levi and his lady Patches spent most of their day perusing the vegetable section in our garden. They also decided to eat out of the bird feeder and were fighting over it at one point. I knew you had to worry about squirrels getting the birdseed but donkeys were a new one for me, well, until today anyway. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">After much indomitability on Levi's part we finally managed to get them back home. We learned two stubborn mules are stronger than one ATV. We also learned that Tank is good at herding things and rather enjoys it. The monsters liked that we had visitors first thing this morning since it shook up what could have been a very boring day otherwise. Levi is a very friendly beast of burden and actually walked right up to my monster to be petted, nothing just walks up to the monster. I am glad our new friends made it home safe and sound and maybe just maybe they won't decide to visit again for a while :)</span><br />
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I LOVE Gulf Shores!! can you say AHHHMAAAZZING!?!?!?<br />
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We played in the sand and collected shells and just generally had a grand old time.<br />
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On the way down. We left the house at around 5am so they were still a little on the sleepy side.<br />
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This is what most of her ride down looked like.<br />
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The monster had more fun than anyone...well besides me.<br />
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The monster loves the civil war so this tickled her fancy to no end.<br />
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She loved all the cannons and dark & creepy spaces.<br />
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<br />twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-39802055468484287392012-01-16T22:17:00.000-08:002012-01-16T22:17:38.848-08:00smoke signals<strong>life is always changing. things start & stop. sometimes you need to take a step back & just breathe. today was one of those days at my house.</strong><br />
<strong>my neighbor's house caught on fire today. they lost everything they own. the fire was apparently started by the heating system. the smoke was not that noticeable at first but has left a lasting impression on all that were here today. </strong><br />
<strong>the kids were devastated by the fact their stuff is now gone. the little boy is mortified that they no longer have a television & keeps asking when they will get a new one. the little girl is just lost by the fact they have nothing & no bed to sleep in of their own. </strong><br />
<strong>i have never had to experience anything like this so i do not know how they are feeling or what thoughts are going though their minds tonight. i do know how it feels to lose a person & thankfully no loved ones were in the house at the time of the fire. </strong><br />
<strong>i spent much of the afternoon talking to people trying to get clothes & diapers for the family. i posted on my facebook asking friends & family for anything they could spare. i was a little shocked by the amount or well lack of comments in response to my post about the days events. people i expected to comment that are always volunteering & helping those in need were nowhere to be found & in their place were people i rarely speak to or never thought would respond. i amazed daily by the people that surround me. people i call friends & people i do not associate with alike are always surprising me. </strong><br />
<strong>now let me clear some things up. i am not exactly what you would call friends with my neighbor but i am doing everything i would do if the same thing had happened to my best friend or a family member. i can only hope that the same generosity and kindness would be shown to me if it had been my house smoldering tonight. </strong><br />
<strong>the lack of generosity & love for one another in this world astounds me. love thy neighbor as thy self? i may not exactly love my neighbor but in their time of need i can most definetly overlook that fact & treat them with all the compassion i would expect if it were me or my family. now don't get the wrong message from all of this i am not asking you to pat me on the back for being a do gooder or anything like that, i just wish we could all treat each other with the respect & compassion we want to be shown ourselves.</strong><br />
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<strong>things happen for a reason. i believe this happened because we all needed to remember what it is in life that is truly important. things do not matter they can always be replaced. the people that enrich our lives & give or lives meaning can never be repalced. it is the things that can not be held, the things that can not be burned that, the things that can not be changed the elements that make life truly worth while. </strong>twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-69436430862838461672012-01-14T19:24:00.000-08:002012-01-14T19:24:43.595-08:00oh hello there!<strong>ok so yeah i totally just noticed i have not posted in ages! yeah. things have happened that i have not blogged! OH NOOOOO!!!! </strong><br />
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<strong>so here is a quick look at that went on(in no particular order) while i was so busy i couldn't take time to blog.</strong><br />
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<strong>more major holidays. christmas. halloween. thanksgiving. nothing super awesome went on at our house around any of those holidays. </strong><br />
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<strong>we have been to the doctor several times in the last few months. the monster seems to have an issue with UTIs so e have been on antibiotics & things like that. aparently it has been hurting when she pees to the pont of screaming. we are going to a urologist & have tests scheduled to see what exactly it is that is going on with her. </strong><br />
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<strong>at christmas the mosnter racked up as uaual. nothing new there. she got toys & clothes & all things JUSTIN BIEBER. she is obsessed with the biebs. she now has posters of justin all over her room. & yes they are on a 1st name basis now he is just justin. she is in LOVE with him like i was in love with NKOTB. my kid is a belieber.</strong><br />
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<strong>halloween lead us to the search of a new costume. this year she was a pirate. she was a cute slightly girly pirate. she had boots a hat & even a pint size sword</strong>.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>after the party the girls decided they needed to keep rockin & had a tea party in the monster's room.</strong></span></div>twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-32161139026028255352011-05-23T10:46:00.000-07:002011-05-23T10:46:36.361-07:00land of the lost easter eggs (better late than never)<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>growing up we had huge family get togethers for all the holidays. mostly because my mom has a zillion brothers & sisters & they all had two or more kids of their own. we had egg hunts(of which i always took the prize) & big dinners with loads of food. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>frantically i called my mom to cry to her about my empty box & what a disaster this day was turning out to be(the hubby had also had to work that day). several minutes after our conversation the hubby pulls in the yard & my phone rings...it is my mom...she is coming & bringing dye so the monster can hunt eggs! the day is coming together after all!! </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>mom gets here we open the new box & pop the tabs into some cups & drop in some eggs. the eggs are turning colors & the monster is excited. i am however a bit dismayed. the eggs are barely colored at all they are beyond paste, barely visible. the hubby's granny stops by to say hello in the middle of all the chaos. she says she has some food color we can use to dye the eggs. </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>finally we have some visible color on the eggs & we also have a very happy monster! my little sis & i go out & hide the eggs. the monster is unleashed to hunt down the hidden eggs. there is no prize egg or golden egg since it is just her hunting eggs...she wins no matter what. </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>the monster hunts them all & captures all but one egg. it takes us all almost thirty minutes to find the very last egg. it turned out the lil sis had forgotten where she hid it. we recovered the missing member of our egg clan & let the monster have at them. i think she enjoyed eating them more than hunting them.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong> next year i will make sure i have the stuff to dye the eggs a day or two before hand :)</strong></span>twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-75200110295642204192011-01-30T21:44:00.000-08:002011-01-30T21:44:00.460-08:00monsters make messes!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32gAiGmMtp9LxFh919McNnNyXA1IIzD9rVPx5CXs-Rj7StylvptYh6gW02HcYbtNLGW8JJBcOjfwa-rH3ArvyU5tQssO-1TmWfMWmez8H2mKwfHx8ZigfqnIoCHQW8qkJROdB2JJNH-n8/s1600/1759-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32gAiGmMtp9LxFh919McNnNyXA1IIzD9rVPx5CXs-Rj7StylvptYh6gW02HcYbtNLGW8JJBcOjfwa-rH3ArvyU5tQssO-1TmWfMWmez8H2mKwfHx8ZigfqnIoCHQW8qkJROdB2JJNH-n8/s320/1759-1.jpg" width="250" /></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>when i was a kid i was always getting in trouble for my room being a mess. my room was never just a little messy if it was a mess it was a MESS. my room looked like you needed to call FEMA. </strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong>BUT...i always knew where everything was. not sure how i knew where it all was but that's the story i told my mom.</strong></span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><strong>now that the monster is almost four she has learned the fine art of making excuses for not cleaning her room. so far her favorite excuse for not getting things done is "i am tired." or the occasional "i don't feel good.". she is getting more & more fond of using these excuses to TRY to get out of cleaning her room. the other day i tried to get her to clean her disaster area, oh wait i mean her room, & she looks at me & says "i don't feel like it." REALLY?!??!?! you gotta be kidding me!! DON'T FEEL LIKE IT?!?! YOU ARE 3&1/2 NOT 13!!! GIMME A BREAK!! </strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;"><strong>not only is her room a mess she has started bringing toy & junk into MY LIVINGROOM. yeah, the living room. we have a rule, NO TOYS IN THE LIVING ROOM, but it seems she may have forgotten this lil gem. she has her room & the classroom for her things. the living room is supposed to be off limits to the nonliving.</strong></span></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhZr3UOWeR1hwm8iWuw0rG4HQ3J9Y7KnwmzFupau3ekrjfwnYYogUvGHRpIYrAbAH-WJkyOC3krAMZnP9rpfenf74sarjz7h7TJ3W9zamqmH0o6gZ-Bo2l3fuMcbbipARNNxrl5SOW3Yf/s1600/Speedbump+Laundry+Fairy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhZr3UOWeR1hwm8iWuw0rG4HQ3J9Y7KnwmzFupau3ekrjfwnYYogUvGHRpIYrAbAH-WJkyOC3krAMZnP9rpfenf74sarjz7h7TJ3W9zamqmH0o6gZ-Bo2l3fuMcbbipARNNxrl5SOW3Yf/s400/Speedbump+Laundry+Fairy.gif" width="348" /></span></a><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">in addition to her messes she is now also the queen of dirty laundry(actual laundry). she has more dirty clothes laying around than a laundromat. i am not even sure when she wears all of these clothes i find hiding under toys & between mattresses.i have even found socks in the trash can! i guess she thinks clothes just magically appear out of thin air & there is some laundry fairy that flits around washing & folding her clothes(I WISH!!). my lil monster keeps me so busy with her laundry i barely have time to do anything else. i spend most of the day picking up loose socks, folding tiny tee shirts, little jeans & don't get me started on the towels she messes just to dry her itty bitty munchkin hands with. </span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">maybe someday she will learn to do her own laundry & clean her own room but until i will gladly accept the responsibility as it is the duty of a mommy :)</span></strong></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">happy new year to everyone! i hope 2011 is filled with fun, family & friends & lots of money.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">this year brought a new low at our house. WE ALL GOT THE FLU! it was horrible! first my mother-in-law got it & then the monster got it & then i got it & then the hubby got it.</span></strong> <strong><span style="font-size: large;">i had it on christmas day & felt rotten. i feel like i missed christmas with the monster cause i was sick. not to worry though we are all better now & back to normal (whatever that is).</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U01f_uQRkECWucHPGw9PoIM7JyHf0hfZf8cDdSDPMsztRX9Knubcokbau503BR1_Q8jgD0cBMShg2_afqqJ1IFqNvX5BN3PrzAtKspRJFUGMGeQG8CTxVhCIrf1aviL7UDgFEV5Q7GHV/s1600/christmas-baseball-cartoon1-598x540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U01f_uQRkECWucHPGw9PoIM7JyHf0hfZf8cDdSDPMsztRX9Knubcokbau503BR1_Q8jgD0cBMShg2_afqqJ1IFqNvX5BN3PrzAtKspRJFUGMGeQG8CTxVhCIrf1aviL7UDgFEV5Q7GHV/s320/christmas-baseball-cartoon1-598x540.jpg" width="320" /></a><strong><span style="font-size: large;">the monster got so much stuff this year it was insane! she got the leapster 2 she had been wanting forever. she also got 5 games to play on it & a free download that came with it. i said i would not get the monster a video game until she was much older but this thing is great she actually learns things when she plays itbut not the things she would learn from a playstation game or something like that...no killing on these games & she'll have to be atleast 12 before she learns to fly a plane. it tells me if she getting questions right & everything. she also got tons of clothes & toys & even a new pair of shoes. now i just have to clean her room to make room for all the new stuff she has. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-75820135815172155632010-12-03T07:09:00.000-08:002010-12-03T07:09:18.775-08:00a word from our sponsor....<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>ok...so ...if you never noticed.....i have a ton of other super duper cool way awesome blogs from other people (yeah not mine, one makes my brain wanna ooze out my ear) listed on here. off to the side in a lil list i like to call ...dun dun dun...OTHER GREATNESS.....**insert round of applause**</strong></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnprsqJlJKqzhfb0GYlg0YI1OVVKDlIGbaaDvMSu_DIQpa6nwRYWX5tv4ViAGKf3kTsBMnGFI787sgVdMLF20OGKYrzccNRzTVwJ-BaR34It_5FwvRHv7RD7pGHtr_XcWhX2SPnbC4WiE/s1600/ostrich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnprsqJlJKqzhfb0GYlg0YI1OVVKDlIGbaaDvMSu_DIQpa6nwRYWX5tv4ViAGKf3kTsBMnGFI787sgVdMLF20OGKYrzccNRzTVwJ-BaR34It_5FwvRHv7RD7pGHtr_XcWhX2SPnbC4WiE/s640/ostrich.jpg" width="477" /></a></div><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">thank you for your time & enjoy reading all the super nifty blogs i find :) i am always adding new ones so check in often. if you would like your blog featured here leave a comment & will be more than glad to add your greatness.</span></strong>twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-74911069651510279072010-11-28T21:39:00.000-08:002010-11-28T21:39:45.475-08:00turkey & dressing & pie...oh my!<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>ok so i think we just had a holiday or something...well there were people clogging up my living room anyway. </strong></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA057XnY5FeSnmVoeqbp_DToqn0nMNQCW1f2-8nUKGqhbjyYmO63qeIs1xy71TTijKSbLtq8RuGAv3Pev32IAsHO8YCREhdMSGQ9E9vVTfZ-Sjix4_jeHlgq9G1qTWoED7PZD9f8IzaPJ0/s1600/previewdefga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA057XnY5FeSnmVoeqbp_DToqn0nMNQCW1f2-8nUKGqhbjyYmO63qeIs1xy71TTijKSbLtq8RuGAv3Pev32IAsHO8YCREhdMSGQ9E9vVTfZ-Sjix4_jeHlgq9G1qTWoED7PZD9f8IzaPJ0/s320/previewdefga.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong><span style="font-size: large;">is it just me are holidays not the same anymore...oh wait they aren't & i think i know why...I AM AN ADULT NOW...thats right i almost forgot about that. this year i had to cook & then clean up the mess not just go out & play football or something like that. i have been told that next year i am in charge of the turkey...yeah you read that right..me cooking a turkey...yup...everyone back away from the kitchen & grab the safety gear!! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">our thanksgiving was kinda crazy people had to work & other people had places to be. the monster is picky & only wants food if it is on someone else's plate. i don't know what it is but she she will eat a bite or 2 off of her own plate say she is full & go mooch off the plate next to her....for example, we ate lunch at church today & she had her very own plate of wonderful looking food to have all to her lil ol self BUT she eats one thing off it & turns to her granny & eats her food...why do kids do this?</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">i can't wait for christmas. i love the look the monster gets on her face when she opens presents! she is always genuinely surprised & LOVES everything she gets. </span></strong>twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-57544041117250094002010-11-16T23:03:00.000-08:002010-11-16T23:03:03.176-08:00zombies in the stuffing<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">its cold outside again & its getting to be that special time of year... you know that time of year kids LOVE & parents LOATHE....the holidays silly! much like birthdays this coming couple of months is highly over rated & needs to be rethought.</span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZlk6bOBOnZ1YKX3o6-1E1hJRtrNR4zco_sYY7B11dc2rWU8dp_O_BWKr7NH3EZHdtrskcYDkR7ZSuUQ-kqT21F_E8P7mfJtbOO13bO0nRLVEZkPFfnj-ldXUxRUV6RMTLJWZwnyDgeDi/s1600/thanksgivingdinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZlk6bOBOnZ1YKX3o6-1E1hJRtrNR4zco_sYY7B11dc2rWU8dp_O_BWKr7NH3EZHdtrskcYDkR7ZSuUQ-kqT21F_E8P7mfJtbOO13bO0nRLVEZkPFfnj-ldXUxRUV6RMTLJWZwnyDgeDi/s400/thanksgivingdinner.jpg" width="310" /></a><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">when i think back </span> <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">i remember gathering at my grandparents house to eat with all of my family on thanksgiving & how as i got older that large number of family slowly dwindled to just a few. we had so much fun running & playing outside waiting on the food to be ready. there was nothing better than that time we spent together. </span></div><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">as an adult i miss the times shared with family members both good & bad...you never really know what you had until its gone. when was a kid it was less about the commercials of it all & more about that quality time. thanksgiving was about being thankful we had each other. now you spend so much time making sure you have the right brand turkey to go with your perfect brand stuffing that you are going to sit on your uptight brand table runner that you forget you already have all that you need to be thankful...your family & friends!!! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">this year at my house people have to work & it is going to be hard for everyone to squeeze this holiday in but i hope we can still have tine to remember how thankful we are to have each other & what the day REALLY means to us all. turkey & dressing & pie is not what it means....love & family & the fact that we all woke up that morning is what is all about. </span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">one of my favorite holidays has always been christmas. i love putting up the tree...yes the actual act of having to put it together...yup you got it the labor intensive part is my favorite. i like going & looking at other people's christmas lights....driving slowly through strange neighborhoods can actually be relaxing. as a kid i my favorite part was waking up & seeing all of my presents under the tree....as an adult my favorite part is seeing my daughter's eyes when she sees her presents under the tree. </span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">we all have different ideas about christmas. if you are a christian (like me) you honor this holiday as the birth of christ ....most people however just like the idea of getting presents in an elaborate fashion. in my family we try to fit in jesus, presents & giving to others all in this time....it can get CRAZY sometimes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">when i was a kid my mom always had the tree you didn't touch....& touch you did not for fear of her breaking you before you broke her ornaments. this is the first year we have had an actual christmas tree at our house since the monster has been born. the last few years we have had mini trees & had them up where she could not touch. now we have a big tree that was my mom's & it is going to be decorated in child friendly decorations. the monster is making her own ornaments this year! yup...our tree is flammable so keep 911 on speed dial...oh wait...i am not putting lights on it...so never mind its safe....i hope. </span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLDzgAzRvYLlsaELJ8P5afl_LpojIxSNOxfdSogrp0TU_jkszdmSEKBxlsjdGLSvENrGbwYN3DpKJ6o6ith9DLzhlwMkl-wDCxbiv2km3FZ6aM-1YN7w-PTOchHIG_EWrKIxPxHkrbCDY/s1600/christmas-video-games.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLDzgAzRvYLlsaELJ8P5afl_LpojIxSNOxfdSogrp0TU_jkszdmSEKBxlsjdGLSvENrGbwYN3DpKJ6o6ith9DLzhlwMkl-wDCxbiv2km3FZ6aM-1YN7w-PTOchHIG_EWrKIxPxHkrbCDY/s400/christmas-video-games.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">the craft time ornaments are part of my plan to keep her out of the commercial end of christmas. i want her to realize at an early age that christmas is not about getting but giving & being thankful for what you already have. we might even start doing one of the shoe boxes for a needy kid or a christmas angel. we get her very few gifts & try to tell her the christmas story many times over the holidays. we really wan to avoid the problems so many parents have with kids expecting certian gifts on christmas morning & then being rude when they don't get them. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-9255655314381572792010-11-02T19:45:00.000-07:002010-11-02T19:45:57.136-07:00how to mop: as taught by a 3yr old<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwaw8ttQpRqKb8BTNmSnB4rN_uMsp9r8PSJYHuQa_BYJxDMAnJ2nc4QYyhMhAq376WXZPu6vqANVpY9Dk7Y2wZtE-b71jFmT3tMEJDYgGfFQd7I0HvjVoONUdCOBTuWuX-bSqlutxdpVrc/s1600/lecture_adhd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwaw8ttQpRqKb8BTNmSnB4rN_uMsp9r8PSJYHuQa_BYJxDMAnJ2nc4QYyhMhAq376WXZPu6vqANVpY9Dk7Y2wZtE-b71jFmT3tMEJDYgGfFQd7I0HvjVoONUdCOBTuWuX-bSqlutxdpVrc/s320/lecture_adhd.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">i now know how my mother felt when she tried to get me to clean my room all those years. i can't believe a kid can live in a room as messy as the monster keeps her lair! its horrific they state that place stays in most days. i can clean it & with in a 30 minute period it looks the same way it did before i cleaned it up. it is completely useless to try to clean a childs room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">i recently found myself complaining about the amount of sand & random trash on the monster's bedroom floor. of course i had to clean her disaster area...wait i mean bedroom...just so i could find the floor in the first place. it looked like someone had missed a target in iraq & hit her room instead! this place was a MESS!! she has s lot of small toys...toys that are SUPPOSED to be in bins in an orderly fashion...my mother likes to get her happy meals & make sure the toys find their way to my house....& pillows...she has more pillows than bed, bath & beyond! my child's idea of organization is having everything spread out in the floor so she can see her mighty kingdom sprawled out before her. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzBPzV6U1XXYq9GE3QEBqyrUoXRLoSgGpWIauT6ZqDsvmp2ZV84h_Ip_ueuCglpTB4EOYsoSQFJDKnfXboArCch6_pkQu9rJKlgCSTFemAF66qi_9SEhydw64S51PBxmHtCnRqID6l2TQ/s1600/slipperywhenwet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzBPzV6U1XXYq9GE3QEBqyrUoXRLoSgGpWIauT6ZqDsvmp2ZV84h_Ip_ueuCglpTB4EOYsoSQFJDKnfXboArCch6_pkQu9rJKlgCSTFemAF66qi_9SEhydw64S51PBxmHtCnRqID6l2TQ/s320/slipperywhenwet.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">so, i finally get her room clean & we are having dinner with our neighbors...the three smallest kiddos are in the monster's room playing & watching cartoons. we are all enjoying our dinner & watching a movie then the hubby goes to check on the kiddos that have suddenly fell rather silent for a group of kids their age. the hubby comes back & urges me & our neighbor to go peek in on the little darlings....they had gotten the hand soap out of the bathroom & were spreading it all over the floor. "we want to slip & slide!!" "look at us!!" one even took off socks & shoes & applied soap to feet & replaced shoes & socks to save it for when they got home. it was horrible, they had used over half of the bottle of soap on the floor. they were handed rags & made to clean up the mess that they had made. the rags they used had to be washed twice to get all the soap out. we still don't know which of the three came up with the scheme to slip & slide on the bedroom floor...all parties involved are presumed guilty until proven innocent :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">presto...instant mopped floor!</span>twyliatepekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16677259586152870062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984604081001927660.post-86801775899410227052010-11-01T20:59:00.000-07:002010-11-01T21:02:29.945-07:00who are you...<span style="font-size: large;">i can remember wearing a store bought halloween costume twice in my entire life. the first one was none other than the amazing WONDER WOMAN...i was like five...it had the flimsy plastic mask that you could cut yourself on & the plastic jumpsuit. the second one was a super crappy witch thing, it was SUPPOSED to look like the wicked witch from sleeping beauty...it did no such thing however. the rest of my trick-or-treat career i was dressed in homemade costumes. my go to outfit you may be asking yourself...why a witch of course! i have done the green face, fake nose & any other witchy thing you can think of. i play the part well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ok, so we all remember the way you are supposed to play tag. BUT...you have never played tag with the monster! </span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">oh, did i mention you have no idea if that money you send that poor starving kid in whichever country you picked is even being used for that child...sure you get a sweet little picture of some hungry looking child of that nationality & a cutesy thank you letter & short biography about them...i could be send you that crap & you wouldn't know it was from ME....that money could be funding terrorism! you have not been to duckdarnistan & don't know how the people live...what if you took a trip there & saw that kid you "adopted" from the tv eating a steak & chugging a beer & really being 30 or 40 years old with a good job & 4 kids...wouldn't you feel silly??</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ok, so not really sorry about it...but it sounded nice didn't it. my mom has the monster for the weekend & its just me & the hubby for the next couple of days. i have every intention to sleep in late & be lazy. the harsh reality is that i might sleep a lil later but i will have to clean house & do all the stuff i didn't get the chance to do during the week. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">ok, let me start at the beginning...monday was ...ummmmm...yeah so i don't remember monday so we shall move on to tuesday. tuesday was....other than it being the second day of the week i have no memory of that day either. lets try wednesday. wednesday... wednesday...wednesday... holy carbs batman! i don't remember that one either...oops...well i told you it was a rough week. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_s_UaVcbxQspbvShSaHSW4HYNhl5U0PkETyrYYhcvfW3j0QwvrnzfYIHZN5vrL8ehQDjPDkQJ_CQQEaiRv4O1iJou5JMeYg0gQzSJro49OLYbq2Bams_8S5QeymVtetm2Fwv1qdkzrNB/s1600/06-04620r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyM4X2KeeEzSSljKFqhxyrhV2fFsYJqUmJRiB6g4wOvtTGwMBSyw5Ll3MDqzb3sYMsG-ZaYRvev_J8OYeK-OXD6JpaIKRDWQLapPsp79KJv5jCsfbkBx4D68wozhGUJubI4JMQH9S9ZaZu/s1600/06-04620r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: x-large;">so let me tell you about the wonderful thursday i had. the day started out like any other...i got up at 6am & waited for #2 to arrive just like i do every morning. so after a lot of waiting #2's mom finally pulls up in my dimly lit front yard with a screaming & crying #2 in tow. </span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_s_UaVcbxQspbvShSaHSW4HYNhl5U0PkETyrYYhcvfW3j0QwvrnzfYIHZN5vrL8ehQDjPDkQJ_CQQEaiRv4O1iJou5JMeYg0gQzSJro49OLYbq2Bams_8S5QeymVtetm2Fwv1qdkzrNB/s1600/06-04620r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 259px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 321px;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_s_UaVcbxQspbvShSaHSW4HYNhl5U0PkETyrYYhcvfW3j0QwvrnzfYIHZN5vrL8ehQDjPDkQJ_CQQEaiRv4O1iJou5JMeYg0gQzSJro49OLYbq2Bams_8S5QeymVtetm2Fwv1qdkzrNB/s320/06-04620r.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large;"> turned out he didn't get his candy bar because he did not want to brush his teeth. welp...this is kinda how the rest of the day was. screaming & crying & telling on one another. the monster & #2 practically fought over the air they were breathing. everything about it was completely ridiculous ... totally... utterly... 100% pure insanity!!! they couldn't be in the same room for longer than five minutes without having a problem of some sort. they fought over what cup the other was going to drink out of, where the monster's camo jacket came from, if it was actually in fact HER jacket, who was gonna drive the four wheeler, if the other one was hungry, & what they wanted to eat...the list could go on & on & on. i finally found a solution to my delima...NAP TIME...or so i thought...#2 took a nap but the monster however did not & she was out to get on my very last nerve apparently. she got into everything & tried her hardest to wake up #2.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">lets move on to friday since it was not nearly as horrific as my thursday. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">i didn't have #2 on friday so i got to spend a lil time with the monster. my mom the monster & me went to the library to catch the puppet show (got there early so we wouldn't miss it) they did a rendition of "the lil red hen" that was kind of awesome, complete with special effects. oh, did i mention i met the bestie there that morning after not seeing her for a whole week..so that was nice & brightened my day. the kiddos sat together during the puppet show & did their crafty thingy together too. the bestie's lil fireball & my monster are like peas & carrots when they get together..its super cute. after the puppet show we did some shopping at the thrift stores in town & the bestie did the most awesome thing she could have ever done...she took the monster with her to lunch & to play with her lil fireball!!! she let me have some time off!!! the bestie is the GREATEST EVER!! she rescued me after my horrible thursday..what more could you want in a friend!?!? so me & mom did some shopping & had lunch at a grown up restaurant (it didn't have a play ground inside it) ...it was awesome, like to the max! after my grown up lunch we all met back up & spent some quality time shopping time together before the bestie had to split.<span style="font-size: x-large;"> so with a little help friday turned out much better than my mind numbing thursday. </span></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">saturday turned out to be pretty good....except that my brain was still on vacation which meant i could not remember anything or do much of anything right. BUT i got to spend some quality time with the hubby. our lil monster was basicaly pretty good that day too. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sunday turned out nice, thank the heavens above. i even got to hang out with my mother-in-law some. oh & spent a lil time with my awesome "new" neighbors too....the kids played we talked & it was wonderful.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br />
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