tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229866112011-04-21T23:05:14.742-05:00ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04904118403950683685noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986611.post-1165153362306712602006-12-03T07:27:00.000-06:002006-12-03T07:44:03.453-06:00

I saw this over at Life's Little Adventures and just had to participate!1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? Hot chocolate with cinnamon and whipped cream2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree? He wraps them.3. Colored or white lights on tree/house? White lights on the tree up until last year when T1 insisted on colored lights. No lights on the house.4. Do you hang mistletoe? No, I

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Well, sortof. Although I have already updated the one person that actually reads AND comments on my blog, for those of you that lurk (and I know who you are) we ended up getting 10 inches of snow overnight. School AND work were cancelled and I spent most of the day fielding phone calls and trying to dig us out. My back, legs, and arms hurt from shoveling and I'm still not done. I should go out

ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04904118403950683685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986611.post-1164940867789998562006-11-30T20:25:00.000-06:002006-11-30T20:42:47.113-06:00

It's coming. Later tonight, while we sleep. The biggest snowstorm of the season (so far).It's supposed to start around midnight and continue until around noon tomorrow. Total snowfall predicted: 8 to 12 inches.I hate snow. No, actually, I like snow. That is, as long as I don't have to GO anywhere in it. Unfortunately, because we live in the Midwest, it takes a monster snowstorm to cancel

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Alright, I'll admit it. I have too much STUFF! My tiny 2-bedroom house doesn't have enough room in it for all my stuff. Every corner has something in it, most generally consisting of things in bags. I just don't know what to do with it all. I don't want to get rid of it because it's MY stuff. But I really need to. Most of it I haven't seen in YEARS, not just months.Just for the record, my

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We have officially been bit by the 'bug'.Two days ago I picked T2 up from daycare just like I always do and drove to the school to pick up T1. When I got home, R was in the kitchen trying to find something to snack on before supper. I asked him if he wanted to make chili and he said that sounded fine if we had everything on hand to make it properly. After consulting our 3 different storage

ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04904118403950683685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986611.post-1162653824465967662006-11-04T09:16:00.000-06:002006-11-04T15:23:01.780-06:00

What a hectic week! I meant to have these up earlier, but life got in the way.The skeleton says 'Hi'!The dragon looking cute for the camera:And a Halloween kiss for everyone:Hope everyone had a safe and happy Halloween! I know we did!

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I did end up taking R something for lunch on Saturday. Which. he. didn't. even. eat. Until Sunday. I guess I tried.I did, however, use the trip as an excuse to treat myself and the kids to McDona*d's drivethru. I got a happy meal for T1, a cheeseburger meal for me (since I wasn't really SUPPOSED to eat anything but SOFT foods) and chicken nuggets for T2, figuring he would just share my french

ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04904118403950683685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986611.post-1161437174553937862006-10-21T08:12:00.000-05:002006-10-21T10:03:28.096-05:00

Men can be such assholes sometimes! I came home yesterday from running errands around 11:00 am. R was nowhere to be found, even though he had been home when I had left a few hours before. I figured he was out running errands of his own and puttered on the computer and then fixed lunch for me and T2. My mom called while we were eating, we went shopping later in the day and returned home around

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My wisdom teeth are gone and my right jaw feels as if I've been punched in the face. The doctor said he had a little trouble getting all of the one that had been causing me so much pain. Not much of a surprise, since it was more cavity than tooth. Apparantly the root broke off unexpectedly and caused the wisdom tooth to damage to the molar in front of it. He attempted to get the root but

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Well things are starting to look up for us some. R has found a temporary job that is scheduled to last about 8 weeks and since it doesn't pay great, he will likely get to keep part of his unemployment benefit too. The kids are at the moment at least both healthy and I have a WIC appointment for T2 on Tuesday to take advantage of the WIC foods and such. I have been told that they will assist

ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04904118403950683685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986611.post-1159845250551141612006-10-02T19:08:00.000-05:002006-10-02T22:14:11.070-05:00

T1 is now 8 years old. We didn't really have a big birthday party for him, but that's another story. He made out pretty well, much better than he expected I think.T2 is 13 months old and starting to get a little attitude. He has very annoyingly (and sometimes terrifyingly) taken to throwing himself on the floor when he doesn't get his way. This is either very early 'terrible twos' or mimicing

ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04904118403950683685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986611.post-1144460286586075772006-04-07T20:17:00.000-05:002006-04-08T23:23:42.280-05:00

This has been one ODD week for T2.He woke up with a stuffy nose on Monday. By Monday night he wouldn't sleep, and acted like his throat was hurting. I gave him a decongestant (approved by the doctor's office) and some ty*lenol and he went to sleep and slept until the concoction wore off...then he screamed until I gave him more. By Tuesday he was less stuffy, but his nose was running. On Wednesday

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We have been having typical April weather here. It's warmer outside, but it's raining. It rained all day today in fact. Next month I want to see LOTS of flowers!I was late for work today. R was home, which is a big deal because he's an OTR truck driver and normally is away from the house for 5 days at a time. He was playing with the baby while I was getting ready for work and decided he was

ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04904118403950683685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986611.post-1144185370525705572006-04-04T16:01:00.000-05:002006-04-04T16:16:10.570-05:00

I have decided that Daylight Savings Time (DST) isn't very fun with an infant. I didn't care much for losing an hour of sleep before I had T2, but now it really STINKS! Imagine if you will needing to be at work by 6:30 am and leaving the house an entire HOUR earlier than normal. Now imagine hauling 2 kids out of bed and dropping them off 2 different places for daycare. And one of these kids

ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04904118403950683685noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22986611.post-1143764514894909092006-03-30T18:14:00.000-06:002006-03-30T18:21:54.896-06:00

We used to have that on our answering machine as the outgoing message until people started getting confused and stopped leaving messages.Let me introduce you to my family briefly.Our family consists of:R: 50 yr old with long history..we won't go there just yetM: 30-something working momT1: 7 yr old bundle of energyT2: 7 month old heartbreakerNow that I have introduced you to us, would you like

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