tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106080302011-04-21T18:20:48.727-05:00Good Mom - <br> Good Wife - <br> Good Friend - <br> Good Employee - <br> Not Likely! <br>Amy's Workinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11318740332250585277noreply@blogger.comBlogger1721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10608030.post-27480787260868876602008-10-09T20:26:00.002-05:002008-10-09T20:42:51.803-05:00

With major moments in my life, I always look back at them later and realize, boy if that happened today, i'd handle it differently because I'm more emotionally mature, or what I care about now makes what was such a big deal then trivial.I keep thinking that will happen with all this work life balance. Maybe that's part of the reason i have such a hard time with others not being patient. I mean i

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I find myself wondering why others can't be patient like me.I knowMe being the most patientBut i am drowning with everyone's sense of what must be done NOW!who I owe what to - NOW!why nothing can waitSomeone told me today that I need to take the hurry out of my lifeI criedhow do i take out of my life what i have not made?I don't want to hurryI am not in a rushI am being rushedI know what

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I'm angry.Angry at myself,angry at my family,angry at my spouse,angry at my friends,angry at my work,angry at my children.Pissed.Everyone wants something from me. I owe everyone something. Everyone.TimeLoveAttentionWorkMe.I'm in life debt and there is no way to declare bankruptcy, chapter Amy 11 and start over. Sure I can work the todo list. Lord knows I can do that. I can figure out a path

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NKOTBNovember - High School Reunion2008 the year of comebacks'nough said.

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I've already made up my mind about what the next 2 years needs to look like for my career. And I feel relieved. For me the hardest part is just making the decision, one I've got it worked out, I go forward, no regrets, and enjoy.Tonight I'm supposed to be working, but its on stuff I hope to shed in the coming weeks. Instead of doing the work, I read 2 books to princess, hung out on the couch

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I have the opportunity to be promoted to a VP in our company. It'd be a great job, I would get a nice raise, annual bonus would go up and know I could do the job. But, I'm struggling with saying yes because on one hand this puts our family into a new level of financial security. We move from being good to comfortable. From the Honda to the Acura if you know what I mean.The down side is that

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The princess has not had a great first year of school. She's had more discipline problems than we expected and recently she announced she didn't want anyone to come to her birthday party from her class because none of them were her friends.Knowing princess, to declare she had no friends is like telling me the moon will rise at 9am and the sun will show up at midnight. It simply goes against her

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I forgive you all the things that drive me nutsI forgive you all the things you do that I ignore because we're in it foreverI have moved from anger to amusement at the oddities that are youI have accepted you quirks and allBut me, well I am perpetually late and an abdicator of timeMy clock, my time piece has never synced with the normal worldi forget iti ignore iti miss iti abhore itbut that

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I think your tattoos are sexy.   Now this would be HOT if it were said by me to my husband but as he doesn't have tattoos, probably not likely right?  Nope this was said by the princess.  The 6 - yes 6 year old princess to hubby's army buddy.  Back from Afghanistan, cut from all the PT and tanned from riding on the tops of tanks. He was regaling us with stories of convoy's, bad ass/shit kicking

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This week my cousin had a baby and one of the girls who works for me announced she was pregnant. Having had 3, and struggle as I did to get them, I was happy to know that I no longer had that wave of I HATE YOUR GUTS AGGGGHHH that used to wash over me happen. I am no longer resentful of other people who can have families. I still get outraged when a peice of trash mother ends up with kids,

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I'm here at work tonight clearing out a thousand emails - hint group by subject to get the reply to all f*ers out of the way quickly and I realized that I've done this to myself.  I take on more and more responsibility - see gluttony posting 2 years ago that forewarns of this moment - until i'm absolutely at the breaking point. now I just got off 5 days of vacation where the world continued to

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Everyone has clean clothes. Me and hubby have clean clothes, there are no clothes in the washer. No clothes in the dryer. Simply all clean.BUT......None of them are folded and I mean none. Instead what I have is a mountain of clothes, and I mean a giant pile, everst high laundry. All clean but getting more and more wrinkled by the day. They are on the love seat in my room, stacked in 4 oversized

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I was reading back over the last entries and realized just how good it felt to write about what was happening in my life. The biggest irnony for me is that I struggled with family, career, and work life balance and here I sit over a year later failing miserably at all of it. I chose to be more career focused, took a big promotion, will likely make VP in the next 6 months but there was a cost to

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But I Love Thumb Sucking! Totally uncool when you're thirteen, totally awesome when you're thirteen weeks.  For as much as my other two loved their pacifier, this little angel wanted nothing to do with hers.  Frankly she didn't really need it since she hardly ever cries.  That's right, I said it, Hardly. Ever. Cries.  Still, this past week she found her thumb and it an amazing thing to behold.

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Ring the alarm I been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm Won't you ring the alarm I been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your armHappy B-Day Beyonce.  You are as riviting to watch as Janet used to be, and you don't have the fucked up family - at least not that we've heard about yet. I may be "almost 40" but I still

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This past weekend hubby and I celebrated ten years together.  Ten, it's amazing since before him, the idea of a long term boyfriend was hooking up with a guy for a few months.  I look back on the last ten years and think -wow!  Three kids, nice house, mini-van, same damn dog.  We've done pretty darn good for ourselves.  I look forward on the next ten and think, oldest will be 17, daughter will be

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I love summer.  I love all things about it, and I can't freaking believe that summer is almost over.  I know, I know, the kids will be back in school, the house will be much quieter, we're only three months away from Christmas, but summer is such an amazing time.  I truly feel as bad as the kids do about the whole damn thing. I mean really, what is more fun, sitting pool side, kids jumping and

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This weekend we attended a baptims and I needed to get a gift. So my first stop was hallmark - they have all kinds of wacky crap that I think would be good for a gift, but alas there was nothing that peaked my interest. Then hubby mentioned a Christian store down the road from us. Now I've been to the shopping plaza several times that this store is in, but I've never registered it in my '

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I have many vices but I realize one of my worst is my gluttony.  Food, you bet, if its good and I love it, I can eat until I feel like I just need to lay down for a while.  Drinking you bet, I was very scared by my cravings for tequila while I was pregnant. Sex - ok before kids I was a little horn dog. And work, fuggetaboutit.  I gorge myself with responsibilities until I'm drowning in work and I

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So the last post was all whinny and morose and sad because my family and I don't have the relationship that I want.  But really, how bad is it when I'm sitting on my bed typing this morning looking at the ocean with the sound of surf in my ears right?  The kids love it here and there is nothing that gives me more joy than sitting on the sand and watching them frolic in the surf.  And it really is

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So the thing that's hardest about the beach is I sit around the table looking at my family and feel like I am a stranger who has to pretend to be something she isn't.  The person I was at 18 is not who I am today, but I can't seem to shake that with my mother and brother.  Instead I am totally fake and do my best to keep my mouth shut.   I walk around feeling very anxious and work hard to keep

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I'm headed to the beach with my herd, my parents and my brother, his wife and new baby. Your thinking oh how great, a fun week with everyone. Ahhhhh, probably not my family.I love the beach, I love vacation, I love watching my kids play in the surf, but seven days stuck in a house..... where people stop pretending and start being real. The real world - Family style. I mean really, if the week was

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I know, bitch right? If I were your kid you would totally beat my ass. Just disappear one day, no forwarding address, no goodbye, just gone.First, I'm sorry for making you worry, I am a very selfish person and you, dear internet, got a good taste of it. Second, I had some good reasons which are too long to write about today. Really, whats more important, updating the look and feel or writing

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So I stepped away for a while but I miss this place. Today I'm dipping my toe in the water, we'll see if I'm too scared to jump in or I take another dive.God I'm dramatic.

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I can tell by your face that you don't think it's a good idea! I didn't say that. Well then how come your answer wasn't more upbeat and your face DID look like you thought it was stupid? I don't know what you're talking about. Either your lying or your face is lying. Honey, you're pregnant and you're nuts. Could be, or your busted.   And no, it wasn't anything serious, we were talking about

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Mom, what's for diner tonight?  Raman noodles Mom what's for diner tomorrow night? Noodles Mom, are we going to eat noodles every night.  Yep WHHHYYYYYYY? Shut up the toilets are clean.   That's right, I've cut some corners, trimed some fat and now have enough free cash to bring in a cleaning lady every other week.  And the heavens opened, and the angels sang and all is now right with my world.

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Craving theater popcorn and no sign of a babysitter in site, I decided that the best way to satisfy the urge was to head out on Sunday morning for a mantinee with the kids.  Chicken Little had just opened and while I knew it would be busy, I also knew that an 11:45 show on Sunday would totally not be - what with god squad in church till at least noon. The best part was I told the kids we would go

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I was going to write about how my darling little Prince, a mama's boy through and through had turned into a little fucker when I realized oh, Staci's already got it covered.  Either we have the same child, or there is something that happens to boys when they turn six. Now I will say this, my son may be athletic like his dad, but he's got his mama's brains, and a lot of the stunts from the last

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No not thomas the train, it's me and my gas.  Oh my gosh I am dying today.  First of all my uterus is doing the magical expanding trick and I basically have enough room for a 30 week baby inside me, already my bladder is being pushed and my diaphragm is up under my rib cage.  But whats worse is that i have awful, bend me over and groan gas.  I cry with relief when I finally let one rip only to be

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When you live in a megatropolis like Northern Virginia, the thing one must remember is that on major events everyone leaves early and rush hour takes just as long.  Yesterday I headed out at 4:30, basically abandoning my coworkers - all grown or nor children - and began my trek home.  Two and a fucking half hour later I finally got home.  Being the every so kind Mom, I called hubby at six and

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Of course today of all days, little prince crawls in bed with us this morning and its like an electric blanket has just been cranked up.  Immediately I knew he had a fever, the only question was how high?  Took one look at him, listless eye, bright cheeks, yep he's got an ear infection and maybe strep.    Now on most days my kids love a free stay at home day, they get to lay around, watch all

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Ok not really shit, but there is always something on my shirt. Or my pants.  Or my jacket.  I thought that by the time my kids got older I would finally be able to get dressed in the morning and have myself put together nicely so that when I actually showed up to work I would look somewhat presentable.  But no, that still is not the case.  As a new Mom you kind of understand it - you give the

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I have a request for all of you that stop by from time to time.  Buffalo Girl, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, is about ready to take the plunge into international adoption.  I will spare you the details of her road to motherhood but let me just say, as I have said, so many times before, who knew getting knocked up was so fucking hard?  She has just made the decision to start down this

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So poor hubby is wandering around the house like a lost hurt puppy because his poor little winkie has not seen any action in weeks.  I don't say hello in passing, I don't offer to shake hands, I don't even proffer a kiss.  He's a desperate man and frankly, a little dangerous.  Last night I'm bent over the dishwasher pulling up silverware and the next think you know I'm almost knocked into the

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I am currently working a project that requires me to sit a war room.  If you've never done this before, imagine a conference room with white boards, shit tapped to the walls, workstations setup at intervals and people continually coming in and out of your space while you're trying to think and write.  It's distracting, sucks all the energy out of you by the end of the day, and requires a huge

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My son had a sleep over on Friday night with one of his best buddies.  I love when this kid comes over because he gives up all the secrets in the neighborhood, we'll came him the Rat.  My son, not unlike his mother, likes a healthy amount of privacy and already has things he'd rather stay between him and the boys in the hood.  But the Rat, oh he gives up the goods every time.  I don't even have

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One of the by products of this pregnancy is that at time my mind just goes blank, I mean there's nothing there, as in nothing.  It's turned me into that person who when you talk wants to look at you and say - Huh?  or Ummmm? or Hum?  I try to think, I know the peices and parts I'm supposed to be thinking about, but I can't make sense of them.  For all of my life I've been able to store large

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The only church I saw this weekend was the church of the holy toilet as I spent a good part of my time waiting for it to actually come up.  It never did, but I got the rolling stomach, cold sweats, oh god here it comes feeling at least twenty times.  I figured, I didn't want to say hi to all my new church friends by throwing up in the pew, so instead I just laid around a lot.   No I mean A LOT. 

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I was raised to go to church every Sunday from the time I was 11 until 20 when I finally moved out.  When I go home, we still go to church every Sunday, and the kids are expected to come as well.  My parents are not part of what I call the "God Squad"  rather they are more old school midwest - you do go to church every week, you pray, you give back to your community, the bible is a metaphor from

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Oh I had forgotten just how bad pregnancy hormones were for sex dreams.  I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been ravished and man what a dream.  Of course I did nothing with hubby on it, we had to get ready for work and get the kids of to school, but I tell you what, another one of those dreams on the weekend, and it will be just like when we first dated - HOT!   I remembered having vivid

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Great news, I have a new job with the same company.  Same type of roll, same type of work, but actually more in directly in my field and for a woman who I think is going to be someone I truly enjoy working with.  We had a great conversation about driving business forward and sometimes getting in trouble because the passion to do the right thing and make a difference can get in the way of politics

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I can tell I am getting a grip on this situation because yesterday I saw a women carrying an infant car seat, and as I peaked inside, I was filled with joy.  I almost squealed - ohhh, I'm getting one of those soon.  I love babies, I love them tiny, and their fingers and their adorable smell.  I love when the scrunch their face up, and when they look at you with huge eyes and you just have to

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Joy - pump, pump, pump it up.    I decided there is just too much to write in one post so I am breaking up the joy and the pain - today is all about the joy - because - drum roll please --  I'm pregnant.  Yep, after 2 years of trying and basically giving up, I'm knocked up.  I'm not only knocked up, I'm 6 weeks along, as in 33 left to go!  This is beyond a surprise for me.  I'd let the idea of

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Fuckerama Fuckerama Fuckerama   This cracks me up!  Thank you Cursing Mama, today is definately a fuckerama!

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In addition to my little prince's birthday, I was presented with some really good news, and some really bad news - it's the kind of news that is extreme on both ends of the spectrum - the good is amazing, the bad is fucking awful, and right now I feel like a tornado is running through my life.  Even though most of you don't know me personally, couldn't pick me out of a lineup, I'm just not ready

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My little man is six today.  I can't believe it. I mean six, as in one-third of the way to 18; 10 more years till he drives, and 5 more years till he discovers girls.  Ok, he's discovered girls, but I mean really discovers them, in that can I have sex with you sort of way. I keep thinking this is impossible, time is going to fast! He should be like 3; I mean I can still see him in his very cute

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I just found out from A Mama's Rant that it's Banned Book Week. When I first read that there was an actual week for this, I was kind of surprised, people are still doing this? Apparently so. But after checking out the American Library Association's list of most challenged books from 1990-1999, I'm kind of pissed, I mean really, is this how people spend their time? The list is frankly ridiculous,

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She's pretty, she's new and I love her. I've tested her on IE and Mozzilla. If you're using Netscape, Fuck you, and get a new browser. If you like her say hi, if you find a problem, kiss my ass. No seriously, kiss it. Ok, then leave a comment telling me what's wrong.Happy Fall! And yes, I do look like her.......in my dreams.

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Got home from my lovely day to find out my angelic daughter was in major trouble at school.Talking too much? Telling the teacher what to do? Not paying attention? Nope,those are minor offenses and ones I'm happy to take theblame for. No, she pushed a kid off the chair that she wanted, and when the teacher tried to talk to her about it, she spit at her.RewindThat's right, I said she SPIT AT HER

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If you really want to annoy me, you know, send me into a silent state of rage since I can't say "FUCK YOU ASSWIPE" even though you deserve it, just wait until Friday to tell me about all the things that are due at the end of this week.  Oh yeah, and forward the email with the details that have dates on from Monday so I know how much of a prick you are.   Fuck you very much.

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Growing up, my family never talked about sex - it was never mentioned, we didn't discuss body parts, heck I didn't even really see my parents french kiss.  Mom was smart enough to realize that since she was too embarassed to talk to me about it, she better find me someone who would.  So, one of our girl scout trips was to this "class" about bodies.  They talked about vaginas, and penises and what

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Recently I attended a training seminar put on by my company about leadership.  Some of it I'd seen before (yes I've taken the Myers-Briggs test 10 times) and some of it was new.  The two days really allowed me to get a better handle on what sort of company I'm working for, network with my peers, and figure out some of the more perplexing dilemmas that being a contractor in a secure government

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But someone I love dearly may be expecting and I want to right about how excited I am for her, but I don't want to jinx it so for now I'm keeping my mouth shut.

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As I plopped down on the couch, TIVO remote at the ready, honey got a perplexed look on his face.  What are you watching?  It's the season premier of Oprah, she's having Jennifer Aniston AND talking about the Hermes thing.  How do you know this - did you spend all day looking at her website to see what's on?????  Uh no, I just know.    And then I stopped and wondered, how did I know? Honey,

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The reason Renee and Kenny got divorced is because, my dear friends, Kenny is gay.  Have you seen this guy - trust me folks, I lived in DC for years and this guy, well he looked like many hot gay men who live in that town.  Just look at the type of coyboy hat he wears - it's a code I tell you.  The real curved one, like the kind chicks wear - gay!  Heck, even Tim McGraw, who is totally not gay

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No people, this not a post about Jennifer being on Oprah today - although I to plan to watch.  Rather I have a problem of late and need some advice.  My office at work is cold - really cold, make your fingers skinny and your rings spin around cold.  As a result I have a nip problem.  You know, blazer, shirt underneath, bra, and boobs - at attention.  All puckered up because they're cold.    I

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In case you were wondering if I am a bad mom, let me clear it up for you, the answer is YES!  At least according to my son.  See we got this flyer from school about some picnic or fall thing that is happening tonight.  I read bring chairs, bring bug spray, and I thought no way, it's not going to be fun, it's Friday night and I have NO desire to do this, so I tossed the paper.   In parallel with

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today I have called in sick to work.  Am I really, really sick? No.  BUT, the kids are both in school for the day, hubby is gone for the day, and work has been so busy that I just needed a freaking break.   I plan to sit around watching my favorite day time tv shows, NOT work on chores and todo lists and act the way a really sick person would if they were home.  Books, bath, nap, tv, repeat.  

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Buckeyes losing a game they should have won and me paying the price of letting the kids stay up late because I was too busy to parent, I was watching football. Hey, it's how I was raised - how else I am going to save them from the evil influence of the ACC?Little Miss acting like some strung out crack whore who will do anything to get her fix of Go Diego Go. Look I peed on the potty. Look, I

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I was planning to write about the mystery of my children never being in a good mood at the same time so there's always angst in the house, and while it would have been funny and insightful and touching, I just couldn't focus because really all I keep thinking about is Big Ten Football!  So I deleted those paragraphs, did a blog redirect and now plan to spend the next few minutes gushing about my

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Mrs. Amy, you son did not get on the bus to take him back to day care? Well where the fuck is he?  Acutally I said - What? I think he went on the school bus that will take him to your house. BUT NOBODY IS HOME! We are working with the school to find him and I'll call you right back. Ok. Yep, that's what yesterday afternoon was like.  I sat frozen in my chair staring at the phone wondering

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I am going to create a show called "Dress your Daughter!" (imagine shouting it like wheel of fortune, it really works) where Moms struggle to get their little girl dressed in an outfit that she doesn't want to wear.  It will be on right before wrestling or run in place of America's Funniest home videos.  The set will be a closet of mismatched clothes on one side and a dryer or laundry hamper

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Mom, I want water like you. Uhhhhh You know with olives in it? Time to stop using the Disney glasses for my Martinis.

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Sniff. Sniff.  Hey  Mom.   Hey, what's wrong?  (oh shit, he hated school) Dad won't let me play (oh shit he's a hooligan in the classroom, my mother, teacher of the year, is going to kill me). Um, why? --  I don't know. sniff. sniff. Put dad on the phone.  Honey, why is he crying? Because I asked him about school, and he won't tell me anything! So I told him you can't go out and play until

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I started the week thinking - dumb ass stayed behind what'd you think was going to happen, and am ending Friday more liberal than I've been in a long time. To see the truly poor and helpless and old and young on the news every night is almost more than I can stand. I had planned to write about the Kindergarten orientation for little man today, but I find myself too distracted, wondering if the

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You know I jinxed my evening with all the lovey dovey crap I wrote yesterday. I admit, in a moment of wedding memory euphoria I really believed all that romance, but thankfully my world slaps me right back in line when I'm getting to high on my perfect marriage horse and reminded me that marriage is about surviving each other as much as loving each other!We mistakenly did NOT get a babysitter and

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I feel very self centered for not writing about hurricanes and damage and loss today. I'm not good with sad stuff, I tend to walk away from it and certainly not address it, so don't think I'm a cold hearted bitch - I mean I am, but not on this issue. I cope using avoidance, and Katrina, I'm avoiding your ass.Instead I woke up today like I do every August 31st and think back to how I felt that

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What is it with our hubbies and not seeing the giant to-do list in the sky? At any given time I can rattle off 10 things that need done around the house, groceries that need bought, the next 4 docotors appointments on the calendar, and what's for diner. Hubby can tell you - well the last time we had sex, and the starting line up of the California Angels. I had a friend email about her sons

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My daughter starts a new day care on Monday and they asked us to make sure to bring her records and shot information. I called up the doctors and asked if I could stop by and pick up the information at lunch today.ummm Mrs. Amy, the last time she was in her for a physical was March 2004.Oh - (shit, shit, shit, shit, shit) Is she up to date on her shots?Hold On, well it looks like she's ok with

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I would create a solution that you could rub on a coffee stain right after you spill it down the front of your shirt and it would magically disappear without ruining your pretty new silk shell. GRRRRRRR

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I am in total denial that I have a child starting elementary school in 2 weeks. Can't be. I mean I'm only 22 after all! I know they say the time flies once the kids come, but it went faster than even I was prepared for. I keep looking at him and thinking - who are you? You look like a kid who will be growing a beard in a few years, not that little thing I cuddled, and nursed and snuggled with

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You know what really irks me more than anything else about W is that he has the balls to take so much freakin vacation when we're at war, gas is at a record high, and the economy is not looking all that great! Your country hired you to fucking lead us, there has been some crazy shit that has gone one since you've been in office, I don't think my expectation are out of line for wanting you to bust

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It was a year ago today when I quit my old job and finally got out of a miserable environment. I had worked at that company since basically getting out of college, risen through the ranks, and put up with more crap than any one person should. I am born and bred a midwestern, hard working, loyal employee, I'm the kind of girl that will give an employer her heart and 1000% of her effort and all I

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Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuckity, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!Upon reading Cursing Mama I had to click over immediately and see just how good this test was - turns out it's pretty legit because it got my word right. And, the description suits me well too. Rebellious, rude, AND sensitive - pretty much sums me up. And yes, the fact that this word is the one that makes people flinch and cringe and get just a

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Mom what are you doing? I'm working on some stuff for Mommy's job/ But it's night time, why can't you do it tomorrow? Well it's due first thing tomorrow, so mommy has to do it right now.  (and she is annoyed she's working on it so stop rubbing it in) Well what is your job anyway - Team Mascot? That's right, Mommy is the team mascot and her name is Bitchy the Whale. *** If you were a team

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I have finished watching both episodes of Tommy Lee goes to college and all I can say is that I hope NBC and he team up to go to different schools all over the country.  This show is truly amazing.  Best quote of both episdoes.  "I don't even wake up this early for sex".  And that my friends is why my very tired, very crapy day ended wtih me wearing a huge smile. Thanks Tommy

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For some reason I am just tuckered out today.  It's only Tuesday but I already feel like I've climed mount evert, cured cancer, and run for president.  As soon as diner is over,  I plan to play "lets lay down together in Mommys big bed and watch TV" with the kids.  I'm hoping to make it to Tommy's show, but it's already Tivo'd so I can crash and not worry about missing it.  Right now at work I'm

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This weekend we received a lovely, thick envelope addressed the Mr. and Mrs. Hubby and Family.  Upon opening the beautiful wedding invitation we found a second envelope that had, in lovely script writing, Hubby, Amy, Little Man, and Princess.  Great, we're all invited to a fun wedding!  In reviewing all the pretty stuff inside the envelope and having a 10 minute conversation with hubby about why

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If you've ever needed a reason to figure out your Tivo, next Tuesday night is it, get the season pass ready to go for the greatest show of the summer, Tommy Lee goes to College. Now if you don't know who Tommy Lee is well then you're a troubled person and we will never be friends. If you've given up on him because of the whole wacky bad boy thing, well then, you just don't understand rockers. And

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An interesting phenomenon occured while I was with my family this past weekend.  All of my aunts and uncles, and even my parents became comfortable talking about their sexuality.  In a word eeewwwwww.  I come from a very uptight german midwest family.  Sex was never mentioned, there was no alcohol at family functions, and while we all had a great sense of humor, it was definately an uptight crowd

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That's right touch those beautiful melons of yours.  Give a squeeze, push around really explore.  Lift you arm up above your head so the saggy, they've nursed two kids look, goes away and they pop up to remind you of your 18 year old self.  Go ahead, touch 'em.  Tell your breasts hi and get aquainted for a while. Despite the blip with Little Miss, the wedding that I was at this weekend was

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I asked my husband to add a shelf to our closet.  there is one up high, there is one down low, and because we have so much fold and shelve clothing, I wanted one in the middle.  You would think I've asked this man to build me a fucking hover craft.  After several days of nagging and whining he finally dragged his ass to Hom$ Dep*t.  This of course is after hours of measuring, and analyzing and

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Nope, it's just her Dad carrying her kicking and screaming out of a church.  Is she ok?  Oh, wait, he's a suit and she - well she looks like the flower girl.  It all started so well, Little Miss was primed to be princess, she loved her dress, loved her shoes and has never missed an opportunity to be the center of attention.  During the rehersal she did great, walked down the isle so nicely,

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We are back from the wedding where little miss stared as the flower girl.  I, being the ever dedicated employee am back in the office, barely awake, hoping the hours go by fast enough for me to get out of here before I do a face plant on the keyboard.  All in all a great trip, but not at all relaxing, and not kid friendly.  Still they did well despite having hours of be-good around the adults

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This is the second of a guest post by Buffalo Girl.  Don't worry, I'll be back soon enough to share wedding horror stories with you.  This story of the nursing home box came from an email she sent to me recently.  The box has been a source of jokes ('put it in the box' and the every popular 'is it box worthy') for many years now.  And yes, our hubbies, when we get together, are terrified, it's

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This is a guest post by Buffalo Girl - she is funny and smart, and secretly I worry that you'll like her more than me. Because I've had a chance to play editor, I also took the liberty to change the names (not to protect the innocent, to protect us silly) and have added a few of my own comments. Welcome to a glimpse of our lives.  Enjoy.I just wanted to let you know that if you don't have a

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I leave in 4 hours for a wedding.  I know, I know,  why am I up? Because I'm taking a break from packing, organizing cleaning, etc. that seems to still need to be done. I need to share my misery with someone, hubby has already taken several beatings and is running scared.  get your ass off the couch and help me pack - oh, sorry, didn't see you were folding socks - fold faster! Good news - have

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It's true, I have accidents.  Almost every day.  It's terribly embarrassing.  A-choo! Oops.  That's right folks, I wet myself, and you know what, I know you do too!  That is if you've had 2 kids OR are over the age of 75.  Turns out this is one of those "women never talk about it but we all have it things".  You know like how your boobs like after nursing 2 kids?  Don't talk about it because that

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LM: Mom, can I please go over to X's house today.  Me: I don't know Little Man, we'll see. LM:  But Mom, you need to say Yes, No, or Maybe! Me:  I don't want to answer because if I say yes and we can't you'll get mad, if I say No you'll get mad now, and if I say maybe, you'll think it means yes. I just don't know, we have a lot to do today. LM:  (with heavy 5 year old sarcasm) Mom, I know that

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One of the girl who works for me came in today with her 3 month old baby.  She's getting ready to start back to work and coming in to get her self re-aclimated to the office. I remember that feeling so vividly, excited to be back in your working life, terrified of leaving the baby and figuring out how to balance it all.  I held him while we had lunch and he napped on my chest for about an hour, I

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Hubby and I met in a bar - actually more of a dance club; I loved going there - the drinks were cheap, the music was great and I would dance for hours.  This club was not a place to meet a husband (i'll save that story for another day) but we did.  We used go there after work, hang out with friends, and then hit the floor.  It was the kind of place where people were pressed in tight, the music

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I love going to get my hair cut. It's 3 hours of gossiping about hubbies and children, it's quiet music with tea and water with lemon. It's scalp massages and deep conditioning. When I'm old I will be one of those white haired ladies that goes every week to get her hair washed and set. Not because I want the short tight perm, but because there is nothing better than having your hair washed,

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I just finished reading the Circus in Winter.  A great set of stories that all weave together about a town that really does exist in the Midwest. As the book comes to a close it talks about there being two kinds of people in this world.  Circus people and hometown people.  Circus people are the folks that don't stay anywhere too long, can pack up the tents, load up the train and head to the next

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Our family has a rule that you can wallow in self-pity, exaggerate your problems, role around in the drama of an issue for  24 hours - when you wake up after you day of waa-waa, you must quit, buck up and get back to the buisness at hand.  So today I woke up a new woman.  All my jelly squishing, pitty seeking, dramatic rants have passed and I'm back to my usual old bitchy self.   I guess I should

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Turns out my body is not able to cope with my new calm exterior.  I used to put my emotions all out in public; you always knew my reaction to something because I expressed it openly - verbally and nonverbally.  The problem with that is my eye rolling got me into trouble.  My dramatic sighs were obviously a sign of frustration, and while I was proud of the fact that you always knew were you stood

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I was so excited to talk about pee today - instead I will be talking about shit - more specifically, bullshit. Normally I don't write much about work but seeing as it has consumed the last 5 days of my life (yes weekends count) and is getting a wee bit annoying, I must vent somewhere so here goes the rambling venting cursing story.   I am a contractor, and more specifically I manage a team of

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No I'm not manic depressive but I'm beginning to realize that my life is manic.  I have periods of extreme activity that builds and builds until I feel like I'm spinning totally out of control and then I reign it back in and it settles down to almost nothing.  Once it gets too calm, I begin to take on more and more and more and more and more and more.... well you get the point until it gets manic

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Today is a sympathy post going out to Jane Marie Sullivan Roberts, wife of John Roberts (nominee to the supreme court). No, this is not a politically biased post about her husband's positions and what good or harm he might bring to the court. This is about the press conference. Have you seen the clip? Here's a picture from yahoo news. But it really doesn't do it justice.If you have an active

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I interrupt this terribly self centered blog to bring you an important parental warning.  I have recently discovered that the creators of Dora the Explorer have been sending secret homosexual messages directed at our young boys.  Case in point:Last night while having the nanny, I mean TV, on we decided to fire up TIVO and play an episode of Dora the Explorer.  Previous to this incident I have

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What is wrong with this as a review assessment? You've met myexpectations for the position, and in certain areas exceeded it, butoverall you met it. Nice job? You're getting a 4% raise and I've putyou in for a quarterly bonus. Apparently something is wrong becauseyou're crying in my office.The company I work for has 5 levels of performance assessment:Unsatifactory, Below Expectations, Meets

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