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I moved....Update your bookmarks and bring a casserole to:http://lifeinfalls.wordpress.com/

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxJRm1YvgFI

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I'm posting this video again because I can't get the song out of my head each and every time I watch the caucuses/primaries on the boob tube.Here's my rundown of the candidates.Obama. He's my guy- all the way. I love him, and I don't care who knows. I have the same t-shirt that Obama girl has, and plan on wearing it for my state's primaries....and the general election (even if he's not in it).

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A couple of weeks ago, Dylan got off the bus crying. He said that there was a boy on it who stole his best friend. (How does this happen? I'd like to steal a couple of people. I'll have to look into this further) Anyway, Dylan was obviously upset. I told him to ignore this kid since all he wants is the attention.Dylan said that it was starting to work. He would sit behind the driver, read his

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On Wednesday, Mark came home from work, took off his coat, and proceeded to spend the next 72 hours in the bathroom. Unfortunately, he was the latest victim of the flu. Jordan woke up on Thursday, sat on the couch, and threw up all over himself. I got myself mentally ready for a full-out quarantine of the upstairs for the two of them, hoping Dylan and I could slide past it all. Ten minutes after

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Here's the rundown:Christmas Eve:Mark and I notice that the cat, Big Band-Aid has a friend. She's a teeny tiny Calico cat. Dylan named her "Shellfish." We went to my mother's for Christmas Eve dinner.Christmas:The kids woke up at 12:50, 3:00, and then at 6:00. Everything's pretty much a blur of presents, mimosas, cookies, and Christmas Day dinner at the in law's.December 26th:My sister and I

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Mark's birthday was on Friday. You know what that means. We (and by "we," I mean Mark because I was DD) drank until people could fly and everyone was beautiful. We went to the local VFW for our favorite 35 cent drafts and $1.35 bottles. Yes, we are big spenders. Friends and family all showed up to join in with the festivities.I wish that I had taken more videos than I did. My brother in law broke

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Jordan has reached the ripe old age of three. He was simple in his wishes for his birthday. He wanted a chocolate cake and orange soda. We don't give the kids any soda, so he didn't really know how to describe the soda when he first tasted it. He confused "carbonated" with the word "spicy."Happy Birthday to the happiest pajama-wearing, woobie-loving, orange soda drinking three-year-old ever.

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Some people have addiction issues, trust issues, control issues... the list goes on. I have issues. (Duh) The issue that confuses me the most about myself, is the one I have with textures and fabrics. More so the collaboration of the two in certain circumstances.For instance, I love a good cotton t-shirt, and the feel of a nice, soft, lightweight cotton sweater is wonderful. Therefore, cotton

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Dylan's parent/teacher meetings have not been scheduled yet for kindergarten. (Perhaps I should learn how to read a newsletter.) Instead, I spoke with his teacher this morning on the phone.He's very smart, kind, cooperative, and does his school work well. He is also immature, and hasn't reached the refusal level yet. (The refusal level is when you see your friend doing something reeeealllly bad,

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We have a power-packed couple of weeks ahead of us in the house, and everyone is acting like their hair is on fire.This week Mark and I are going to the elementary school to have parent/teacher conferences. Dylan's bowels are all in a twist at the thought of his beloved teacher ratting him out over the few times he colored outside of the lines. I'm not all that concerned with what she will say.I

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My last Penn State game I attended this year was Penn State vs. Temple.Normally I go to Penn State's stadium to see the games, but the game was in Philly, so we went. I'm so used to being at a stadium which holds over 110,000 people (6th largest stadium in the world). When I arrived at the Eagle's stadium, it looked like a baby in comparison.In any case, I was in the 16th row, and had a great

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We had big plans for Halloween this year. Jordan wanted to be "Christmas" for Halloween, while Dylan wanted to be a motorcycle rider. I thought I could save some money, and impress people with my craftiness if I made the costumes myself.When I got about halfway through Jordan's costume, I had a mental breakdown. I cannot sew, glue, or duct tape a Halloween outfit to save my life. Mark had to take

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After all the ruckus in the last episode, there's nothing quite like a nice quiet game of collegiate American football between two calm, non-rivalry schools to really keep me cool....That's right- I went to the Penn State vs. Ohio State game in State College. I didn't even mind that we (Penn State) lost to the number one team.Hey, even ESPN Game Day was there! This is in front of where they were

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Time to update, huh? Well since I last posted, it's been nuts. As you all know, I am currently taking an anti-seizure medication (Keppra) 750mg two times per day. Each month I pay almost $400 for them. I have recently come across a program which could possibly pay for most (if not all) of that expense. I have applied to the program, and was accepted. I had one week between the time I ran out of

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Dylan's sick today, so there's no leaving the house until reinforcements come home. The laundry is done, dinner is leftovers, and the house is as clean as it's going to get. I should be studying for my tests, but instead I find myself browsing youtube.com.Give me a singing bunny, and I'll laugh for hours:

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On Monday afternoon I was outside, waiting for Dylan to get off of the bus. While I sat on my side porch, I heard a faint cry from a cat. This kitten was sitting in the middle of my driveway crying. It was tiny, very skinny, looked blind in one eye, and sounded like it was calling its mother.People drop cats off all the time at barns. I guess they figure they can catch mice there and do some good

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Obviously, kids pick up little things that we say to them during the day. I've learned that they also pick up a lot of phrases from their teachers at school.Quote of the day:Sarah: Are there any bold kids in your class?Dylan: No. Not bold. But Michael is always in trouble. He doesn't mind his own business. He can't seem to understand that concept.Bonus conversation:(We are all in the living room

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I was thinking: Man, I really should post something about Mark here. It's starting to look like he's living in the basement or something.... However, as many know- Mark is very consistent. He goes to work before we wake up, comes home when dinner's ready, and goes hunting when he finds time on Saturdays.He's my sanity. Calm. Quiet. Consistent. Great qualities to have when I can freak out over the

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Dylan brought home a paperback version of a book they read in school last week. The paperbacks are for the kids to keep and color in.Let me read it to you:pg1: A party.pg2: A cake.pg3: A doll.pg4: A cup.pg5: A party.What? WHAT?! Words cannot express my frustration. The school district is in the top 100 public schools in America, and yet they cannot seem to get some things straight.I'll leave the

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Ok, so I've been out for a while. It's been beyond crazy at the house with so much going on. Due to all the excitement, my blog has taken a backseat. Err- trunk seat. Alright, so it's been more like I duct-taped it's non-existent legs together, threw it in the trunk, and left the car in the desert. My bad.So, to recap for all of you who haven't been informed, the last moth has consisted of the

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Dylan has been begging for Mark to build him a jump for his bike. He did. It was about 12" off the ground, and Dylan has been practicing riding over it. Last night, Mark suggested that we go to the nationally accredited BMX track very close to our home. The first time around the track, Dylan barely made it over the small jumps, and didn't even come close to going over any of the bigger ones. This

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The answer to 'What was the end result of the school tour with Dylan and Jordan?' is: Dylan has been grounded for the first time in his life.What, what?!On Friday Dylan, Jordan, and I wen to Dylan's new school to take a tour with the school secretary. When we arrived, we learned that we will be taking the tour with another mom and her 1st grade little boy. To make a long, painful, embarrassing

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Since Dylan is furthering his education this fall, I decided to jump back on the wagon and enroll in fall classes....again. This time I don't anticipate any problems completing the semester. My doctor in Philly said that since the Photosensitive Epilepsy was out of the question, I won't be twitching during my online classes. Out of a possible three class maximum for this semester, I have chosen

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