tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39725623555507843552024-03-13T11:47:48.973-07:00Mom of Three GirlsThe life of a 32 year old Mom, living with three daughters, working full time and trying to balance everything while staying sane. I'm a quasi-single Mom. My husband works all the time, leaving most of the parenting to me.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-75884702614559387142011-05-27T10:25:00.000-07:002011-05-27T10:28:55.725-07:00Top 25 Faith Blogs by MomsI normally don't do this, but I'm urging people to vote here:<br />http://www.circleofmoms.com/top25/faith#_<br /><br />for this blog- http://www.confessionsofapagansoccermom.com/<br /><br />Her blog is well written, funny, and informative. But the current entry says it best- some the other "Mommies of Faith" are up in arms that a Pagan Mom is in 2nd place. They don't want to see her win, and truthfully, I do. So vote for her, and your other favorites. 8 votes a day, every 24 hours. Come on people, don't be narrow-minded!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-60108293057122619952011-05-16T10:03:00.000-07:002011-05-16T10:04:22.937-07:00People are so damn rude!Gah, people are so effing rude! Seriously. There was a end of the year awards ceremony at Thing 1's class this morning. The letter the teacher sent home asked for parents to be there at 8:30, so they could start at 8:45. Well apparently that was too much to ask for almost 75% of the class's parents. Plus not only are they just walking in during the middle of it, but they're on their phones, walking into the middle of it, or dragging in huge ass strollers. Half of them didn't show up until 9:00, when the thing was basically over. It's a classroom thing, it's not a whole day thing. Be on time for Christ's sake. Not only that, but these a-holes are the one who won't park in the visitors lot, but will block the fire lane with their cars so they can be right out front, because god forbid they move their fat asses more than 40 feet.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-65193631377062229392011-01-10T11:24:00.001-08:002011-01-10T11:24:47.926-08:00Ah SundayWoke up Sunday morning to suspicious peace and tranquility. Looked at the clock, it read 9:39 AM.<br /><br />This is HUGE, usually I've yelled at the children at least 6 times by this point in the morning. Not only that, no one has come to me demanding ice cream, toast with jelly or juice.<br /><br /> I kick Frank.<br /><br />I tell him, it's almost 10, and we haven't heard the kids this morning. He gets it too- he says "this is bad."<br /><br /> We get up, look downstairs, and the kids are playing together in the living room.<br /><br />Weird, but OK, we'll go with it.<br /><br />He jumps in the shower, I go downstairs to get some breakfast into the kids.<br /><br />I get downstairs, and find a HUGE puddle in the kitchen. Kids have been playing with water.<br /><br />I go to them to find out what they did with the water. Behind the couch, there's a blanket covering a pile of something. I move the blanket. Underneath I find Barbie Goes to Sea World, complete with a basin of water, some of which is still dripping OUT OF THE COUCH.<br /><br />Needless to say, I basically lose my shit. I banish them to their rooms with threats of extreme violence and limb removal if they so much as look in my direction in the next hour. Not only that, they need to clean up their bedrooms and put away all the clothes that were for some reason pulled out of drawers and thrown into the hallway (this is normal behavior every morning, so it doesn't really set me off).<br /><br />Frank and I grab the econo-size trash bags, and start throwing stuff out. We did a normal Pre-Christmas clean out. This clean out was vindictive. The kids lost a lot of toys. Mind you, they still have a lot, but we did a serious purge.<br /><br />I am just DONE with them and their inability to take care of things. If they can't handle it, they'll find themselves without any toys pretty soon.<br /><br />Oh, yeah, and we need a new couch, because ours now stinks.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-72448334545216317992010-07-28T13:20:00.000-07:002010-07-28T13:27:50.918-07:00When I'm OldMost people, when they think of retirement, seem to want to move away from it all. To live in a more country setting, with lots of land. My husband and I however, have the opposite view. We fully plan on selling the "big house" at a time in the future, and going to live in a small 2 bedroom condo in an urban center- Providence currently has an appeal, because of size and cost. We'll abuse our Seniors discounts at city locations, shop daily for our meals, and harangue the poor pharmacist at CVS when she doesn't fill our prescriptions fast enough for our liking. It will be a glorious time. Maybe because I grew up on a quasi-farm in suburbia that I just don't understand the appeal of lots of land. Lots of land is lots of work. I want someone else to take care of the outside of my building. I don't want to rake leaves, shovel snow or clean gutters. I don't want to be out in the middle of nowhere. I want to be in a city where there are places to go, and people to be around.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-21229322272006106692010-04-02T13:45:00.001-07:002010-04-02T13:47:22.461-07:00The Shopping ListI am self-admittedly the worst homemaker in the world. <br /><br />Thankfully, I have other talents, and no desire to stay at home. <br /><br />I therefore rely on my husband to take care of the house. I’d say we split things 50-50, but in reality, he does more. He does the laundry, the dishes, cleans the kitchen, puts the kids to bed, etc. I’m pretty much in charge of cooking dinner and doing the grocery shopping. And, I only do the grocery shopping. <br /><br />My husband is in charge of doing the other shopping, for things like diapers, toilet paper, paper towels, cat food, kitty litter, and everything else in the house. However, I am supposed to keep track of what we need on a list. I slack off on this ALL THE TIME. So when it gets to the point where he calls and tells me he’s doing the Walmart run, and asks for the list, I just make things up. This has led to situations in the past where we have over 100 rolls of toilet paper in the house (and nowhere to put them) and no shampoo. Just this past March, the toilet paper got to the point where I couldn’t hide it anymore, and he caught on to my ruse. My punishment for making up fake lists, and sending him out for no good reason at all is that I now have to do the Walmart runs. <br /><br />I shudder.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-84226630390730369342010-03-12T08:59:00.000-08:002010-03-12T09:37:39.877-08:00Bullies Aren't Always KidsA Facebook post on Wednesday brought out a whole lot of responses from varied people. It turned out that other people besides me had issues with a certain science teacher from high school. Now this man could be classified only as a bully. Clearly picking on people he judged as weak. Favoring those that he viewed as strong. A sexist pig as well. I had him for Chemistry in 11th grade. I started the year in the honors class, but due to a serious inability to understand what the honors teacher was teaching, I was bumped down to academic. I moved into a class where there weren't any more seats, and had to sit at the lab tables or in seats of classmates when they were absent. This teacher made it clear that he did not respect any female intelligence. I was constantly being yelled at "Damn it Harrington, why are you so stupid?" and having things blamed on me for being blond. Fantastic motivation from a teacher. Another friend in another of this man's classes was nick-named "Ditzo." Mind you, neither of us were stupid, we were just unfortunate to be born female and natural blonds. This teacher favored the male athletes. Sitting them next to the smarter students, and allowing "Extra Credit" that the rest of us didn't have access to.<br /><br />But I showed this man I was better than him. Better than he ever expected. Come finals time, he made a big deal out of the math portion of the final. Saying that no one ever got more than an 80 on it. Saying that the scale- for all classes, not just ours- would be based on the math portion, meaning that if no one got more than a 70 on the math, we'd all get a 30 points scale on the final. Well, I got a 97 on the math part of the final. He was enraged. He called me into his class after school and asked me how I did it. Now, I'm someone who writes out EVERYTHING in a math problem, so all of my work was right there. He could see every painful step of my logic. He berated me for "ruining the scale" for my classmates. Didn't I know that by scoring so high I was wrecking the score for everyone else? I told him that I deserved an A in the class, and I didn't care about the scale for everyone else, so long as I got my A. I'm still not sure what he did for everyone else, but I did get my A+ on the final, and my A for the final semester in the class (the only one I got from him that year). <br /><br />It was the first time that I felt that I really bested someone in a position of authority. It was a skill that really helped me my senior year of high school. I had a new-found confidence in myself. An ability to just say "fuck it, these people mean nothing to my future" and really mean it. I got the best grades of my high school career. A little bit of antipathy plus a little bit of knowing you know more than a person of authority is a fabulous confidence booster.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-64912668008597369632010-02-05T09:23:00.001-08:002010-02-05T09:48:00.433-08:00My Mom Moment of the DayThis morning I was frantically searching my bag- a huge bag, because after all, I'm a Mom- for some cough drops. I realized that my bag has become yet another place that the kids have taken over. Here is a partial list of things I found in my bag:<br /><br />1. A zip lock bag of Doritos, mostly crushed, age unknown.<br />2. A "bracelet" made from pipe cleaners, complete with elastic charms.<br />3. Dum-Dum lollipops. Some half-eaten, some still wrapped, in various condition, stuck in multiple pockets<br />4. A strawberry shaped eraser that I remember taking from them when it was starting WWIII in the backseat of the car, about three weeks ago<br />5. Ketchup and Mustard packets, because you never know when someone will NEED to have fries, and McDonald's will forget the Ketchup.<br />6. Children's cough medicine- I swear, in bad weeks, we go through a bottle a week<br />7. A "license" from an amusement park for one of the kids, so they could "drive" the cars there<br /><br />I eventually did find a cough drop, but not until after I decided to clean out the whole bag. I wouldn't mind, but I only bought this one in November, so it's not even 6 months old.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-10624548535991470572010-01-26T09:49:00.001-08:002010-01-26T10:02:09.550-08:00The One? Soul Mates?My husband's birthday is next week, he'll be 32. We are rapidly approaching a spot in our lives where we've been together for longer than 1/2 of our lives. That's what happens when you marry the person you start dating at age 17.<br /><br />I don't like the term "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">soul mates</span>" but I have a theory of "The One." Meaning that there's one person in the world out there for everyone, the person that completes you. However, sometimes that One person isn't meant to be your spouse or significant other. This is the person that when you have your first conversation with them, it's like you've known them your entire life. It's the person who, when they're not around, it feels like you're missing a limb. Yes, this is about as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">treacly</span> as I get, so forgive my Hallmark sentiments. And, I'd like to think that in my case, my husband is my "One."<br /><br />Does this mean that my husband and I are perfect? Not at all! We fight, but we fight reasonably. We don't dredge up the past, and we don't hold grudges. I've never kicked him out of our bed just because I'm mad at him, and I think that if you do that, you've got bigger problems than just an argument. We also aren't ones for dramatic, excessive romantic gestures. I don't need hot air <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">balloon</span> rides and dozens of roses, getting clean laundry put away for me is a more romantic gesture.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-54365012648173228712009-12-23T12:54:00.000-08:002009-12-23T13:05:08.584-08:00My Review of Cleaving by Julie PowellI finished reading Cleaving by Julie Powell last night- it's the follow-up to Julie & Julia. The book was difficult. Not difficult reading as much as the subject was dark and tough to get through. Julie & Julia was light and hopeful, this book was the opposite. She's in love with her husband, doesn't want to leave him, yet she's carrying on a long term affair, and having sex with random strangers. Eric, Julie's husband is also having affairs. She's just flat out miserable the whole book, and it's wrenching. I liked it, but it wasn't the normal read for me.<br /><br />There were two main themes running through the book. One theme was Julie learning butchering, a typical "Man's Job" in this part of the world. The other theme was addiction. Julie is addicted to her lover and to alcohol. She has been spurned by her lover, and spends most of the book thinking about him. I am totally opposed to cheating. If you are going to be unfaithful. at least have the decency to end it with your current significant other before you enter into anything with a new person. I do think people are monogamous, and that being in a sexual relationship with more than one person at the same time is just wrong, and maybe that's why this book was so hard for me. It was someone who I liked in an earlier book, who I now dislike.<br /><br />There is so much pain in this book, emotional pain, physical pain (various body aches brought on by butchering) and mental pain (Julie torturing her husband by downloading a song he sent her to their shared computer comes to mind). Julie and Eric are in this mind-fuck (sorry, but I can't think of a better term) of a relationship. They bring nothing but pain to each other, and yet, neither one of them can end it. That could be another issue for me. Julie and Eric got into their relationship at a young age, and really became adults together. They don't see a life outside of each other, which may be similar to my husband and myself. Maybe that's why I had problems with this book. Are my husband and I also destined to come to misery like Julie and Eric?Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-48914471292026742052009-12-11T10:55:00.001-08:002009-12-11T14:40:34.978-08:00Why Me?A week or so ago, my FIL calls up and says that they're going to be coming out here (well Vegas) for a week or so, and will be in town for a few days. Sure, no problem, they'll be here midweek. <br /><br />Then on Wednesday, he calls to say that Mr Keen's Uncle is dying (throat cancer, diabetes, etc, what drinking and smoking non-stop for 40 years will do to a person, added to the fact that the cut off most of his right hand with a band saw last year, but I digress), so they won't make it. Mr Keen and I decided that since they won't be here, and since he actually has a weekend off, we'll go up towards Payson, rent a cabin for the weekend, and let the kids play in the snow (the got 3 feet over the last weekend). We get that set up on Wednesday, Mr Keen cancels the hotel that he reserved for his Dad in Vegas, etc. <br /><br />Then YESTERDAY, on Thursday, at 8:30 at night, they call again to tell me that they ARE coming out, but now will be flying directly into Phoenix, and will be here on Wednesday through Monday. Not only is this a LONGER trip than the original, but it's over the weekend where we actually have plans now. Mr Keen's of the opinion that we tell them sorry, you can stay here, but we're going to be gone. And I totally agree with him.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-59256370149676384992009-12-08T10:44:00.000-08:002009-12-08T11:16:42.509-08:00Gingerbread Houses<span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Adeline & Anaya working on the house, and eating frosting</span><a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_216030318522_748123522_4030362_2899187_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 604px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_216030318522_748123522_4030362_2899187_n.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Anaya, adorable as usual.</span><br /><div><a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_216030333522_748123522_4030365_4143124_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 453px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_216030333522_748123522_4030365_4143124_n.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"> All three working on the gingerbread tree. It was mostly Avery's project, but the other two helped.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs025.snc3/11245_216030308522_748123522_4030360_7436698_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 453px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs025.snc3/11245_216030308522_748123522_4030360_7436698_n.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Adeline, she lost her two front teeth, just in time to sing "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth"</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_216030343522_748123522_4030367_5674681_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 604px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_216030343522_748123522_4030367_5674681_n.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Avery, dumping an entire bottle of sugar on the tree</span><br /><p align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs025.snc3/11245_216030268522_748123522_4030357_5735522_n.jpg" /></p><div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"> Anaya "helping" Avery<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs005.snc3/11245_216030293522_748123522_4030359_1802869_n.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#009900;">Adeline "helping" Avery</span><br /></span><br /><div><div><a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_216030253522_748123522_4030355_1281885_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_216030253522_748123522_4030355_1281885_n.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Happy, sugarfied kids</span><br /><div><p align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs025.snc3/11245_216030223522_748123522_4030349_7249687_n.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">The finished products. Ignore the messy countertops, I know that I do!</span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_216030358522_748123522_4030370_2602043_n.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /></p><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-45338653241170533152009-12-08T10:43:00.000-08:002009-12-08T10:44:46.969-08:00The Wind StormWe got hit with a heck of a storm last night. Lost power from 11:00 PM until 6:50 AM. Tree branches down, junk blowing all over the neighborhood, junk in my pool, etc. And, the cherry on top of the fun was that the smoke detector in my room went bad last night- as in something was making it just randomly go off, scaring the piss out of two of my three kids (Anaya slept through the whole thing, how, I have no idea. Note to self, if there is ever a fire, someone will need to wake Anaya and get her out of the house). We had to disconnect the stupid thing. Not a big deal, but a pain in the ass WHEN THERE ARE NO LIGHTS. Avery's heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest, she was so scared. Avery wound up spending the rest of the night with Frank & I, and was still asleep when we left. <br /><br />This morning, trying to get the kids dressed was obnoxious as well. They were afraid of the dark, and unlike most mornings I couldn't wake them and send them<br />downstairs on their own, because it was too dark. I did, however, get a shower, because miracles of miracles, the hot water heater stored a decent amount of hot water at a pretty good temperature. <br /><br />The lights came on just as I was getting out, 20 minutes later than usual. Then the normal kid drop-offs, exacerbated by Adeline missing her bus. And finally I made it to work about 30 minutes late. Have fun with this storm when it gets to you.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-4740959049523701782009-11-09T07:23:00.000-08:002009-11-09T07:42:00.843-08:00What Do You Watch?I have a long standing relationship with my TV and TiVo. We spend more time together than I spend with my spouse. Therefore, I watch a lot of TV. In no particular order, these are the shows that are currently on my To Watch List:<br /><br /><ol><li>Big Bang Theory- mostly for Sheldon and Rajesh</li><li>How I Met Your Mother- because Barney Stinson may be the best written character on TV, closely followed by Robin Scherbatsky</li><li>Project Runway- I'm not in love with this season. I'm not sure if it's been dumbed down for Lifetime, or if it's just taken so long for the season to air. But, we are nearing the end of the run, and the finalists have been announced. All are talented, and I have no issues with any of them.</li><li>Top Chef- A favorite in the house. One of the only cooking shows my chef husband will watch. Tom Colicchio is delicious in his own right. The product placement can be annoying and obvious.</li><li>Flash Forward- It takes thought power to watch this show. I tivo it most of the time and catch up with it. It's my placeholder for LOST.</li><li>Glee- I'm glad baseball is over and Glee can get on a regular schedule.</li><li>Thursday Nights on NBC- not quite Must See TV in it's heyday (or even TGIF) but a good line-up- The Office is the top show, the other three are decent. Yes, there's a schedule conflict with Flash Forward, but I can't really watch Flash Forward with the kids up. So comedy rules.</li><li>Dexter- Love the Trinity Killer arc, hate Rita. Can't Rita just be killed off? Or leave Dexter or something like that? Because the kids and wife are killing the show.</li></ol><p> </p><p>Other Shows I Watch That Are Currently Not Showing New Episodes:</p><ol><li>Weeds</li><li>Big Love</li><li>Dr Who</li></ol><p> </p>Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-51553459572954550282009-10-30T09:45:00.001-07:002009-10-30T09:45:55.200-07:00Poor BabyPoor Avery has caught a nasty cold. I’m not saying it’s H1N1, but it might be. We’ve already had one confirmed case in our house. In September, the husband became my 4th child when he came down with H1N1. He is such a whiney baby when he’s sick. The husband had a confirmed case, and seeing as how the older two girls had been sick a few weeks before with similar, but less intense symptoms, his doctor suspects they also had H1N1.<br /><br />The poor baby was up last night from 11:30 -1:00 AM. I couldn’t find the mask and tubing parts for the nebulizer, and I suspect one of her sisters walked off with it. Eventually I got her to calm down, got some Tylenol down her throat, and she drifted off to sleep in her room with the humidifier running at full blast. The very dry air we’re experiencing right now isn’t helping matters at all.<br /><br />I suspect that Halloween will be a complete bust for her. Feeling crappy doesn’t help, but she is also petrified of her costume. She yells at me whenever I try to dress her up in it. Today she’s supposed to be going to a Halloween party, and I have her stand-by costume ready to go. It’s a skeleton sweatsuit that she didn’t wear last year because it was too hot.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-18584260485193210682009-10-19T09:48:00.000-07:002009-10-19T09:49:57.171-07:00Picture Time!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPB05YVZFmLWWFpq0BF-5ZW9Kun1v0knzh7PIWMjERsBRuG-bMflbA4_VbpdHEG7AZs5D43bCxsjrfv8r2l7k9dTXZA6en2uzFQE_t_uIpKzrTs4axhK4N51cOuPQydCJZ2UCsVqXFrg4/s1600-h/Anaya.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394354236644164226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPB05YVZFmLWWFpq0BF-5ZW9Kun1v0knzh7PIWMjERsBRuG-bMflbA4_VbpdHEG7AZs5D43bCxsjrfv8r2l7k9dTXZA6en2uzFQE_t_uIpKzrTs4axhK4N51cOuPQydCJZ2UCsVqXFrg4/s400/Anaya.jpg" /></a><br />I took Anaya to get her pictures taken this weekend. She hasn’t had her picture taken professionally since she was 2. Since then, whenever we stepped into a studio, she’s had a complete melt-down. I think it was the pressure of being told what to do and where to sit and how to smile and all that. She’s very obstinate. This time, she made it through the shoot, and her picture actually came out really cute. I hate to be biased, but Anaya is probably the prettiest of my kids. When you catch her in the right mood, she can be really photogenic.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-79851066152277981152009-09-29T11:26:00.000-07:002009-09-29T11:30:44.136-07:00Drama Mama<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlZx-akWEH3uZy2EO39pc2-PIMnIn5nSjij39hIu4QIFWEGeNFawxkLN2Ffay6JtgTm0Z10aHZKlUiQA0gtX2NoqwgNTfcOP54L6sd3XolIE07salKAqnn2a69_j4A1ZseOLAhiX02d8/s1600-h/HPIM2109.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386958117753175154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlZx-akWEH3uZy2EO39pc2-PIMnIn5nSjij39hIu4QIFWEGeNFawxkLN2Ffay6JtgTm0Z10aHZKlUiQA0gtX2NoqwgNTfcOP54L6sd3XolIE07salKAqnn2a69_j4A1ZseOLAhiX02d8/s320/HPIM2109.JPG" /></a><br /><div>My oldest is a complete drama mama. Everything she does is a production; either it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her or the absolute worst. This morning there was a huge amount of drama over her school clothes. Now, she’s in 1st grade in a public school. But, luckily (or so I thought) it’s a uniform dress-code school, so getting dressed should be pretty easy. We even take the guess work out of it by keeping her “school clothes” separate from her other clothes. Also, this is the same school she went to last year, and she’s been in school now for almost two months this year. Today though, she wanted to wear some non-uniform clothes to school. She cried and whined and basically dragged her feet for 15 minutes while getting a shirt on. All of her uniform shirts (i.e. collared polo-type shirts in light blue, white or navy) were suddenly “too big” or “too itchy.” So I told her to put on an undershirt, and that was deemed “too hot.” It didn’t help much that her sister, Anaya, who goes to pre-school daily, was flaunting the fact that she got to wear her new shirt to school today. A fabulous costume type t-shirt that made it look like she was a cowgirl. All the getting dressed drama made her miss the bus, and pretty much put a icky spin on my day.<br /><br />In other thoughts, I’ve been thinking a lot about the Obama proposal to lengthen the school year and school day. Personally, I think it’s a fantastic plan, but this is a whole ‘nother blog all on it’s own, soon to come. </div>Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-87603977333110044852009-09-22T10:43:00.000-07:002009-09-22T10:47:19.446-07:00Good Old Granola Bar, but Better, the LarabarI am one of those people who skips breakfast almost every weekday. Then, by lunchtime, I’m so hungry I make bad lunch decisions. So, in order to spot this behavior, I’ve started stashing granola bars in my desk at work. These are my breakfast at my desk. I eat them first thing in the morning when I’m checking my email (really looking at Facebook, don’t judge me), and planning my day (still looking at Facebook, probably playing Mafia Wars or Bejeweled). So I’ve gone through a pretty wide variety of granola bars. Some I don’t like because they’re too sweet, others are too crunchy, and others just don’t taste right. I’ve been working my way through the natural foods section of my local Fry’s store, and a few weeks ago, found the amazing <a href="http://www.larabar.com/food/larabar/">Larabars</a> (folks, they aren’t paying me to say this). I am in love. These are so tasty and packed full of good stuff. My favorite right now is the <a href="http://www.larabar.com/food/larabar/ginger-snap">Ginger Snap</a>. It’s like the best tasting Gingerbread Man ever, but soft and chewy rather than tooth-breakingly crispy, it has a good heat to it, due to the real ginger. The <a href="http://www.larabar.com/food/larabar/lemon-bar">Lemon Bar </a>is also delicious. It’s tart and has a real lemon flavor, rather than the faux lemon taste that some bars have. I would love to try <a href="http://www.larabar.com/food/larabar/apple-pie">Apple Pie</a>, <a href="http://www.larabar.com/food/larabar/key-lime-pie">Key Lime Pie </a>and<a href="http://www.larabar.com/food/larabar/cinnamon-roll"> Cinnamon Roll</a>, but my Fry’s doesn’t carry those. Perhaps I’ll check out Whole Foods and see if they have any in stock.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-28892817728643785232009-09-19T08:19:00.000-07:002009-09-19T08:20:02.926-07:00Robbery at our HomeOur home was broken into yesterday, 09/18/2009, between 4:30 and 5:00 PM. The front door was kicked open and a 52" Mitsubishi TV was taken from the back family room. The police were called, we have a police report. We also had all of the paperwork for the TV, so we were able to provide them with the serial number for the TV. We know the exact time, because my husband, had been home all day sick. The only time he left was to go pick our daughter up at Desert Meadow's after-school program and to get the mail. The door frame was completely shattered. Poor construction quality at our front door showed that the door frame in our house, at least on the lock side, wasn't screwed into anything. We expect there was more than one person who came into the house, because you would have needed two men to move the TV. I expect our home had been under watch for a few days now, and that they were only after the TV, because a laptop and a gaming system in the same roomwere not even touched.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-13544119913133315152009-09-09T09:06:00.000-07:002009-09-09T09:12:02.648-07:00Driving Like a MonkeyThere was an article in the Arizona newspaper today that got picked up by Fox News, and has gone nationwide. In Arizona, we have these traffic cameras that catch speeding vehicles. They are the tools of the Devil. Yes, I've been caught. It's a $180 fine. In my defense, I was over by the airport, and the camera is very tricky over there. In that section of the highway, the speed drops from 65 MPH to 55 MPH. The camera is set up right beyond the sign. You guessed it, I'm driving along at my normal driving speed, and I get bagged for going 72 in a 55. Goodbye $180! And apparently, I'm not the only one who gets caught there. A man in Arizona is trying to beat the system by wearing a Monkey Mask when he drives. This way he can't be identified as the driver of the car. <a href="http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/2009/09/08/20090908dpsmonkey0908.html">Check it out for yourself</a>. You tell me, is this man an unappreciated genius? Is he a performance artist of the highest caliber? Or, is he just a man cheating they system?Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-29944460041089409782009-08-28T11:53:00.000-07:002009-08-28T11:54:34.979-07:00Is She a Vampire?Yesterday, when I got my youngest from daycare, there was a note on her daily report- “Avery bit another child and left a mark.” But the teacher didn’t mention it, so I didn’t even notice it until we got to the car. When I did see it, I asked Avery who she bit (Avery is 2, in case you were wondering). She looks at me, puts her hands on her hips and says “Bitey Shawn” which I suppose translates to I bit Shawn. Then, in what I can only imagine is the re-enactment of the post biting lecture, she gets a bit agitated and starts pointing and saying “No, no bitey Shawn. In time out.” And then it trails off into 2 year old babble that I can’t even begin to translate.<br /><br />Now, I know Avery bites. But, it’s gone down considerably in frequency, especially as she got more verbal. I spoke with her teacher, and they were pretty sure that yesterday’s bite wasn’t a huge issue. That Avery just got overwhelmed by the other kids, and took it out on someone smaller than her. It’s really the first time in about 4 months that she’s bitten anyone who isn’t named Anaya or Adeline, so that’s a relief.<br /><br />Next year, when she’s potty trained, I’m hoping to move her into a pre-school program, in a center. Something I can’t do now because of the cost, and because she’d get kicked out for biting. As much as I love her current daycare, I think being with more kids will be better for her. More kids her age. This kid is too smart for her own good. She’s devilishly smart. Knows how to problem solve. For example, Mommy’s candy is hidden high in a cabinet. Neither of the other kids have ever attempted to get in there. Avery gets a chair, pushes the chair to the counter. Climbs onto the counter, pulls the chair up onto the counter, to get to the candy. I come into the kitchen, and find her covered with chocolate, sitting on the chair, on the counter. She’s also the kid who will get into the pantry, rip open a box of cereal, and then use scissors to cut into the bag. Need I remind you, she’s only 2!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-5428367283595337582009-08-24T12:14:00.000-07:002009-08-24T12:28:02.265-07:00<div><br /><br /><div><div>I turned 31 yesterday. A year ago, I started this blog, with the intentions of doing daily entries. That didn’t happen. But, many things have happened over the last calendar year (besides me getting a year older). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6oztuBy90kSmq0xDpmwYvX9K8r1ZUlg0eQM0lhBT567-f1CbW9W_2MhOW6PrF_omX8eYGDuRER1n57S_12mvW8s0PrVnRlcZWHZbD9RF6Xj9JjllhW9_G2n32rDkmRvEfJGZ0BGPt_as/s1600-h/HPIM2156.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373612730511322418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6oztuBy90kSmq0xDpmwYvX9K8r1ZUlg0eQM0lhBT567-f1CbW9W_2MhOW6PrF_omX8eYGDuRER1n57S_12mvW8s0PrVnRlcZWHZbD9RF6Xj9JjllhW9_G2n32rDkmRvEfJGZ0BGPt_as/s320/HPIM2156.JPG" /></a><br />First off, my baby, Avery, is no longer a baby, but a toddler. She turned 2 on August 1. She is my last baby. We indulge her a little, and she’s kind of bossy, but in an adorable way. Over the past year she started walking and then running. Climbing, jumping, talking and became her own person instead of a lump. The baby stage isn’t my favorite, I’m a much bigger fan of the toddler stage, even if it is more work. Avery is also in her own bed, a twin size bed, in her own room. She knows the letters A and Y.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1t1DAOfUrncQHZyKH75Wd07FwTgka2NKv1n2TEX232SCihEsuykG2l1QFFjKU3HvHr-8mTNs_3x32pSyXRyYUIJDSQcSsnSpu_wGW-HB7Tk_YHrf6Vcu2HsuhYKX_egpDGPPX2eLWCM/s1600-h/HPIM2101.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373613283468929922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1t1DAOfUrncQHZyKH75Wd07FwTgka2NKv1n2TEX232SCihEsuykG2l1QFFjKU3HvHr-8mTNs_3x32pSyXRyYUIJDSQcSsnSpu_wGW-HB7Tk_YHrf6Vcu2HsuhYKX_egpDGPPX2eLWCM/s320/HPIM2101.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div>Then there’s Anaya. She’s the sensitive one in the middle. She’s much quieter than either of her two sisters, more passive, and prone to irrational fears. While the irrational fears have gotten slightly better, she still has some quirks. She has a fear of dogs, especially little dogs. She hates when it rains, and takes a windy day as a personal attack. She gets carsick, and therefore can’t sit in the very back row of the van. Anaya is also my typhoid Mary. If there is something going on, Anaya will get it, and be sicker than the rest of the family put together. She’s susceptible to lung infections, and gets bronchitis at least twice a year. She’ll be 5 in November, and started pre-school this school year. The teacher tells me that she doesn’t participate a lot, and hangs back to watch everyone else do the activities. Not a big surprise, because in her other daycare, it took almost a year before she’d talk in circle time. When Adeline and Avery get too rough for her, she goes and hides out in the quiet of the upstairs playroom.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgy7y0cM7PnRPB0Iugi35M8PHGIaQuQyKFkdKBBWm2DlxAOx2-o1qKbTAbhYmmIhFWnSowv5I_IZGi50UouS31vBMWZp014szeq3vsykoscscqIf7JaWCqCpK2Qd4rQ2WD4pzUwgpJZzs/s1600-h/HPIM2134.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373613991966177650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgy7y0cM7PnRPB0Iugi35M8PHGIaQuQyKFkdKBBWm2DlxAOx2-o1qKbTAbhYmmIhFWnSowv5I_IZGi50UouS31vBMWZp014szeq3vsykoscscqIf7JaWCqCpK2Qd4rQ2WD4pzUwgpJZzs/s320/HPIM2134.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Adeline, my oldest is a social butterfly. She’s my clone looks-wise, but far more outgoing than I ever was. We call her the mayor of her school, since everyone seems to know her name. It’s interesting when we pick her up after school. Everyone, even the older kids say goodbye to her by name. Adeline is the benevolent dictator of the playroom. It mostly runs on what she wants to do and what TV shows she wants to watch, but she occasionally lets Anaya do some choosing. She’s in First Grade now. School work isn’t her strong point, but socialization is. Recently mastered counting to 100, and basic and primer sight word lists.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Frank and I have been together now for almost 14 years, and will be celebrating our 9 year wedding anniversary this October. We’ve hit some rough patches, but worked through them. I called him out on his expectations that I would just sit back and let him go globe trotting while leaving me home with the kids. He’s also trying to be around more, which is difficult due to his work situation. He’s trying to take the two days off a week that are due to him, but it doesn’t always happen. I’m more vocal in what I expect from him now. If I need him to get up and help me with the kids in the morning, I wake him up, and can’t expect him to be able to read my mind. I’m trying to be less passive aggressive.<br /><br />My goals for the upcoming year-<br />1. Gain control of my closet. Do a major clean-up job and get rid of a lot of items, or put them in storage in the garage.<br />2. Get to a more healthy weight. Lose 20-40 pounds. 20 would put me at pre-baby weight, 40 would be pre-wedding weight.<br />3. Attain number 2 by eating better, incorporate more vegetables into my daily diet, whole grains, etc.<br />4. Spend less money. Stop impulse purchases. I have tons of clothes, there is no reason to go out and buy any at all this year. Stop buying magazines. Use the library for books. </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div>Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-52802991016397146412009-07-22T12:34:00.000-07:002009-07-22T12:43:30.018-07:00Single MomhoodI've been a crappy blogger this summer. Slacking off, not blogging, doing my own thing. It's because I've been childfree. I hate to say this, because it makes me sound horrible, but I've loved not having the kids this summer. I've been able to do what I want, when I want. At the risk of sounding self absorbed or selfish (which I am), I like my ME TIME. I don't get that enough when I'm home with the kids. Do you have any idea what it's like to be a single Mom to three kids? OK, sure, I'm married, but he's never around to help. He's home maybe one day a week, and a few hours in the mornings. I do all of the childcare by myself. It sucks. I feel for the real single Moms out there, because at least I have security of a 2nd income in the house, if not the emotional support of a 2nd parent in the house.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-86518434596128811772009-07-05T21:27:00.000-07:002009-07-05T21:33:42.769-07:00The Miracle of LifeI found this link and need to share with you all. But, it is highly disturbing. Scremingly funny, but highly disturbing. If you have not yet had a child, but are thinking you may want one in the future, you really don't want to watch this (or maybe you do?). But, fear not, the featured product is laytex free, for those of you with allergies.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMiFwiZMSQc&feature=player_embedded">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMiFwiZMSQc&feature=player_embedded</a>Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-3716743307190025322009-06-15T09:23:00.000-07:002009-06-15T09:36:21.130-07:00Summer BummerMy husband is being forced to burn vacation time this summer. Admittedly, he gets like five weeks of paid vacation a year, and rarely takes more than three weeks, but still. I, on the other hand, do not have any paid vacation time this year, having just started my job last November. Does this mean that I will not take any vacation? Nope, it just means I take it unpaid. Next week I’m heading off to my hometown, to attend a few weddings, host a wedding shower, and connect with my girls from high school. Thursday will be the kids and parents party at a friends home. Between the nine of us, there are four girl children and three boy children. My oldest is the oldest of the group, since I managed to pro-create at age 24. In August, I’m taking a few more days off to go back to the hometown to be in my sister’s wedding. Which means, that this year, I don’t get to go anywhere other than East Coast Massachusetts for vacation. Lovely place, but I grew up there, and would sometimes like to go somewhere else for a change.<br /><br />Which brings me to the irritation. The husband is not coming with me in June to Massachusetts. But, he is taking the week off. So he’ll be home alone for the week, well, alone with the cat. Now, he’s trying to find something to do during that time, maybe a trip to California, Colorado, or New Mexico. One of the surrounding states that are easily accessible. Then, because he’s sometimes not my favorite person, he’s taking two weeks off in July. But, is considering taking a trip to Ireland, alone, during one of those weeks (the other week, he’s going to Massachusetts for a Red Sox game, and to pick our oldest up so she doesn’t miss too much school). So, I’m kind of pissed. Because this is the first summer in a long time that I am not pregnant, and we don’t have an infant. So the month of July is a child free month. If he does follow through with this ill-thought-out plan, he’ll be taking the only time we have together this year without kids, and going out of the country. And, more importantly, he can’t understand why I’m mad about it. I don’t have any vacation time, it’s not like I can go with him. Last summer, he took off for ten days and did an East Coast Baseball trip. I countered with a girls-only trip to Chicago. This year, our only vacation together will be my sister’s wedding, and that’s pretty much a working vacation for me. There’s no free time in there. I’m just hoping he doesn’t get his act together and get his passport, because that would solve all problems.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972562355550784355.post-1144317042429495582009-06-10T08:51:00.001-07:002009-06-10T10:03:33.340-07:0030 Things You Wouldn't Think To AskAnswer These 30 Things You Wouldn't Think To Ask.<br />1. Have you ever been searched by the cops? I've gotten the nice little feel up from security guards, the more personal feel up from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TSA</span> at a few airports, but never a full body search of my person from a police person. But, coming home from college my freshman year, my car was pulled over for not having a front license plate. Mind you, I had a really old Massachusetts Green license plate, so I didn't even HAVE a 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nd</span> license plate for the front of the car. Yet, I get pulled over for this farce. The cop sees my age, sees the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">UMass</span> stickers on the car, and must have decided that there was a good chance he'd be able to get me on some sort of drug or alcohol possession charge, based on those criteria alone. So, he decides to search my car. For over an hour, I sat at a rest area on Route 2 in Massachusetts while this guy takes apart my car. He found nothing, because A, I'm not stupid, and B, all of the contraband had been consumed before finals.<br /><br />2. Do you close your eyes on roller coaster? No. I love them, they're my favorite part of amusement parks.<br /><br />3. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">When's</span> the last time you've been sledding? I think Thanksgiving 2007 it snowed when I was back in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Massachusetts</span>, and I may have taken the kids down the driveway a few times. I hate the cold and snow.<br /><br />4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone? Truthfully, I like to fall asleep alone in the bed. I can totally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">foresee</span> Frank and I being the married couple who eventually move into two separate beds. I'm not easy to sleep with, I'm all over the bed, I kick, I flail, I roll, it's ridiculous.<br /><br />5. Do you believe in ghosts? Sometimes.<br /><br />6. Do you consider yourself creative? Not really, I'm a logical.<br /><br />7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife? Yeah, but it no longer matters<br /><br />8. Jennifer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Aniston</span> or Angelina Jolie? Jennifer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Aniston</span> is far more interesting.<br /><br />9. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics? Yes.<br /><br />10. Do you know how to play poker? No.<br /><br />11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? No.<br /><br />12. What's your favorite commercial? I love Vince the Sham Wow man. He rocks.<br /><br />13. Who was your first crush? One of the Fulton Boys, Ron Baker.<br /><br />14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around you, do you run a red light? No. Because with my luck some drunk lady is going to come out of nowhere and nail my car, killing me and leaving my kids motherless.<br /><br />15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? Highly doubtful.<br /><br />16. Boston Red <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Sox</span> or New York Yankees? Red <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Sox</span>. Yankees suck. New York in general sucks.<br /><br />17. Have you ever been Ice Skating? Not in years, but growing up there was a pond in the woods behind my house. We would go all the time back there, and also on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Weymouth</span> Res.<br /><br />18. DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR DREAMS? Often. I tend to dream vividly.<br /><br />19. What's the one thing on your mind? That I'm slacking off today, and have about a million things better to do, yet I am compelled to write this as a blog.<br /><br />20. Do you always wear your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">seatbelt</span>? I do, otherwise my car beeps at me.<br /><br />21. What talent do you wish you had? I wish I was more musical.<br /><br />22. Do you like Sushi? Some, the non-scary stuff. Tuna is yummy, eel is scary.<br /><br />23. What do you wear to bed? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Nuthin</span>.<br /><br />24. Do you truly hate anyone? No, I don't think so. I've never been hurt enough to hate someone.<br /><br />25. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be? I'm gonna go cliche with this one and pick George <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Clooney</span>, except he's so good looking that he's most likely crap in bed. So maybe someone less attractive would be a better choice, because he's had to work more to get laid.<br /><br />26. Do you know anyone in jail? I don't believe so, but you never know.<br /><br />27. What food do you find disgusting? Yogurt, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">mayonnaise</span>, Ham<br /><br />28. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back? Of course, but I still love them.<br /><br />29. Have you ever been punched in the face? Yes.<br /><br />30. Have you ever punched anyone in the face? Yes, and it hurts.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929490519675140199noreply@blogger.com1