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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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Okay, the next bit of scary news: Dylan is entering kindergarten in less than a month. Hang on while I refill my vodka tonic. Yeah, you're right, screw the tonic. Dylan will be going for only a half day to school. I believe it will be the afternoon slot because there is a bloodbath among the moms around here for the morning slot. Seriously, I saw a couple of women behind some minivans. I saw

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One of Mark's best friends used to race dirt bikes. He was insanely good at it, and entered into (and won) many national titles. We've even seen him a couple of times on ESPN's reruns of some races.This friend gave up racing after a string of bad accidents, and decided that he needed to find a career which he could prosper in, without the constant fear of losing a limb. Years after he sold most

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The next bit of fun to be had was the carnival that came to town. We spent about $50 on funnel cakes and unlimited rides for the boys. Dylan went on all of them while Jordan wouldn't get off of my hip to join him. I was brave enough to join Dylan on the spinning teddy bears.Later on that week, we went to one of the nation's largest truck shows. The monster trucks put on a good show for all of the

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When Mark and I were lucky enough to find overnight sitters for the boys, we were free to act like the twelve-year-olds we know we really are.We played horseshoes until our fingers blistered, and beer pong until we couldn't see straight.At some point (on one of the nights), I was walking past the horseshoe pits and tripped over one of the pins. No big deal, right? Tell that to my leg. Miller Lite

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It's not often that I get to spend some time with girls. As you all know, my house is dominated by males. Even the new fish is a male. So, when my nieces were in, I thought it would be fun to have a slumber party. Equipped with a few cheap tiaras, nail polish, and a bag full of sugary goodies, I summoned the girls, Caitlyne and Alexandra to my house.No party is complete without signs, so I made a

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I'm going to take some time (finally) to fill you all in on our adventure from the past few weeks...Around the fourth, we had our fair share of parties. My sister and older brother (with family) came in, and we had our annual family party at our house this year.Mark was our griller extraordinaire, as well as our tour guide. We have an exceptional view from the hill behind our house, and we used

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My older brother (and his whole family) and my younger sister were in for the week, so I have been neglecting the blog. I'll have more time to update after the weekend. For now- feast your eyes on what I'll be like in 40 more years......

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So, most of you who have been around for a while may remember me talking about my sister. She's five years younger than me, but a million times more adventurous. Lauren has been living in Boston for the past five or so years- school and work. She had come across an opportunity to travel to Nepal to do some volunteer work in a Buddhist monestary. She would be teaching English to the monks there (

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If I've said it once, I've said it a million times. Never EVER trust the person with the hose... even if that person is your mother. Lesson learned.

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The kids have a billion toys. In order to keep my house from looking like a preschool, I have a huge basket in the living room for them to toss their toys into. The basket rests along one of the walls. You can imagine what the wall behind the toy box looked like after years of toys bouncing off of it. Mark patched the wall, and we decided to just paint the living room again. I took a sample of

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(taken by MARK!)I'm trying to think of good excuses for my absences. I can't think of anything specific. It's been more of a plethora of smaller incidents.So, I believe I left off with a dead fish and a sad child. Since then, we have replaced Golden the red Betta with Fishy the blue Crowntail Betta (Oooohhhh).I've been back to Philadelphia to have another EEG. I don't know what the results are

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03/12/2006-05/16/2007"Mama, I think something's wrong with Golden."Yesterday was a very tough day for Dylan. It was the very first thing in the morning when Dylan discovered Golden at the top of his bowl. He was the very first living being in Dylan's life which had died.Dylan spent the majority of the day sitting next to me, attempting to choke back his tears. He understood what the meaning of "

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Yesterday was the big day. Mark and I packed up early in the morning and dropped the kids at my mother's house. "Be back soooooon as we can, Mom! (cackle, cackle, cackle)."After a three hour ride, we arrived at the University of Pennsylvania where I met my new neurologist. He looks just like Peter MacNicol, and that was just fine with me. (Remember, he was the art museum curator in Ghostbusters

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I have been slowly putting my computer back together after a virus found its way into it, eating only the things most important to me- my pictures. I have saved most of them, but some were tragically lost forever. Things have been more like normal this week: the kids both came down with a virus on their own last week. For six hours, they traded turns in hanging their heads over the pot.In better

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So I got a bit cocky in my last post. I apologize, but can make no promises that it will never happen again. My brain took care of the retaliation for any of you who may have felt jaded. Let me tell you how much fun it is to stop, drop, and roll in front of your in laws. After attempting to convince Mark that no further action was required after the seizure, Mark promptly ignored me, called my

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Woot. I'd love to say that I am hating this "break" from all things stressful, but clearly....

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No good pictures or updates for a few more days. Instead, I will leave you with a brilliant quote:"My mum used to say to me, 'you can't havefun all the time,' and I used to say, 'why not?'.Why the fuck can't I have fun all the time?"-Kate Moss

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During the shooting on VT's campus yesterday, a professor blocked the classroom door with his body, urging his students to jump from the window to escape. The professor was killed doing so. He was also an escapee from a Russian labor camp just prior to the Nazis taking his father. Article link.

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Dylan: Mama, I think Jordan smells like that red meat with the white polka dots in it.Me: Salami?Dylan: Yeah, salami. Joji, you smell like salami. Gross. Baby salami.

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So far, so good. I've been good. Really, I have. Nothing stressful whatsoever. I've been keeping busy by taking pictures, becoming an astronaut, and finding new ways to embarrass my kids when they grow up. Sorry- seriously, this has been my week.

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My doctor has ordered me to give school a break. After experiencing some more seiztastic fun (which he blames on stress), my meds have been increased, and I am not to return to school until the fall. When I do return, it is not to be through online courses.So my spring and summer daily life will comprise of the following:- playing with the kids- taking pictures- blogging- drinking a glass (read:

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So yesterday I had my follow up with the neurologist. Good news: I don't have any weird shit showing up on my CT scans. (Okay, so he didn't say "shit"). He also tells me that the EEG came back abnormal. Note to others: doctors don't like it when you laugh at that. The strobing lights during the test were apparently stopped prior to sending me into another floor dance.His diagnosis: with some

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It was one of those wear-your-pajamas, feed-the-kids-Burger-King-and-let-them-use-the-nugget-box-as-a-hat, and watch-Animal-Planet-all-day days. I'm trying to get through mid terms this week.

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We had some good ones last year. Here are some of our favorites from this year:Sarah: "Sure you can buy me a drink, just as long as you know I'm McMarried."Mark: "You need a haircut. You're starting to look like a McMonkey."Mark: "The roads are really McSlippery."Sarah: "Screw you, McBush."Dylan: "I have an itchy McButt."Mark: "You probably need to McWipe it again."

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This week's theme: BIGI don't have much for this theme, and the ones on here aren't very good pictures either, but it's all I've got this week. I did not enjoy this week's theme.

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We live on a farm. There is no sewer system out here. Hell, we can't even get cable because the cable companies said it costs too much money to run lines. (Good for Directv's business). We have a septic tank. (Insert your own version of "Git R Dun" in here) Anyway, our septic tank needed to be emptied yesterday. What is normally a (tops) two hour job, turned into an all day event from 8am to

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Each week I marvel over the pictures submitted at Weekly Shot. They have a new theme each week, and I thought I'd follow suit. Each Friday I will post my pictures taken through the week relating to their theme. This week: Pain in the Ass.The Boldy Chair:Zipper:Pegasus Stepus:The Ends:

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Stay tuned- I'm in a blogger slump, and can't think of anything nice to say. The vegetable dip is out, help yourselves.

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"Dear Mr. President"(feat. Indigo Girls)Dear Mr. PresidentCome take a walk with meLet's pretend we're just two people andYou're not better than meI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestlyWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the streetWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleepWhat do you feel when you look in the mirrorAre you proudHow do you sleep while the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05896894731557486289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16589274.post-58216484375785270402007-03-03T18:58:00.000-05:002007-03-03T19:14:50.461-05:00

To my collection of cameras, the Canon Powershot SD700 IS has just been added. It should arrive within 7-10 business days. I do know that the camera that I have already (Powershot S3 IS) is a better camera, but try stuffing that into a minimalist's purse, and you'll understand the need for a compact cammie.It doesn't have shutter or aperture settings on it like my big camera, but I decided to

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The annual, weekend-long (*jazz hands*) Birthday Extravaganza (*more jazz hands*) has officially started, although my b'day isn't really until Monday. Last night my mom treated me to a scrumptious dinner at a local grill. I stuffed my belly silly with spring rolls- made with rice paper filled with vegetables, and Bibb salad with sour cherries,Gorgonzola, and toasted, candied walnuts, drizzled

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This is the warning I received this morning by blog*spot:WARNING: This blog has been locked by Blogger's spam-prevention robots. You will not be able to publish your posts, but you will be able to save them as drafts. Save your post as a draft or click here for more about what's going on and how to get your blog unlocked.(Obviously I removed the link to click on)Blocked?! Spam?! Robots?!

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Yesterday was my big testing day. I had an EEG and two CT scans. The results came in. As we had all expected, I do have the sexiest brain in all of the state. Unfortunately, due to the gobs of paste (think Elmer's Glue) needed to hold the electrodes to my scalp, my sexy brain and I looked like a freakshow when I left the EEG to go for the CT scans.The first CT scan was quick and disorientating.

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WOOOOOO HOOOOOO! I didn't know about this until just recently. I am so stoked that I've gotten two pics in the paper so far. Obviously I had to black-out our personal info so that my flock of die-hard local fans don't find their way to their master's house. Excuse me, I have to move my exceptionally large head so that I can see the screen to type.

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Mark and I went on a bus trip (through a very gracious Christmas gift from his aunt) to the Finger Lakes in New York this past weekend for their Mardi Gras celebration. On the first day (Saturday), we hit ten (TEN!) wineries. Later that night, I believe I drunk-dialed my sister and went to sleep soon after... er, that's what I think happened.The second day, due to incoming inclement weather, our

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You all have probably seen the Jimmy Dean commercials on t.v. On their website, there are six "episodes" which are an absolute riot. My favorites are #'s 2, 4, and 6- which I have placed here. The links to the others are here as well. Watch them if you're bored and have a few extra minutes.Episode #1Episode #3Episode #5

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After much anticipation, Dylan's harvester ants arrived in the mail today. He had gotten the ant farm for Christmas, and it comes with a voucher for free ants. Most of the ants arrived alive. Only four or five came "pre-dead," as Dylan puts it. Both boys were ecstatic when they were moving around in their new home. The blue gel is both what they tunnel in and their food source. Before anyone asks

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I woke up on my kitchen floor last night at about 5:15. I had been playing a card game (gin) online for about an hour, and at some point decided that I was done. Mark claims that I was talking about my gin rating going up as I walked into the kitchen. At that point, I had a seizure. I lost consciousness, and my entire body convulsed. I remember feeling my head snapping back multiple times and my

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He's been walking around the house for days with my boots on. He's quasi-obsessed with "Boots," the monkey from the Dora the Explorer cartoon.

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Remember my loving gesture to the kids yesterday? You know, when I made them PB&J sandwiches into heart shapes? Well, they won't think it was so lovely after all.... Read here.Perhaps I'll save the peanut butter to spackle their asses in the aftermath.

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Happy Valentine's Day to all of you who celebrate it. Our family does, although not in the traditional way. We make cards for each other, and buy only one piece of chocolate for each kid. That's it. Maybe I'll make the kid's PB&J sandwiched in heart shapes today.Here's some historical information on Valentine's Day from Wikipedia.com... You won't see this stuff on a Hallmark card.Medieval and

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It's winter. (duh) During this time of year, my skin is in shambles. My hands, elbows, and knees suffer the most. In order to prevent my skin from completely peeling off of my entire body, I decided to slather lotion on consistently. While I thought it would do the trick, it didn't. The lotion couldn't compare to the cold air, wind, and electric heat. Obviously, I have to step it up a bit.

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I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I have been unexpectedly consumed by work and school work. Work isn't bad because it's been steady, predictable. School, on the other hand, has been crazy.I am enrolled in three classes now. All are online. I am in Interpersonal Communications, Marketing, and a Mentoring class.My Interpersonal Communications class has been controversial. Our instructor posts

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"Now in days thiers more global trade then ever between u.s.a and the other nations such as europe, asia and south america." -taken directly from my Global Marketing class discussion.

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Last night was the premiere showing of the "Sarah Silverman Program." I was hesitant at first, but I ended up laughing my ass off. Below it the first of four videos that Comedy Central has on their site. It'll take only ten minutes to watch all four, but you should.Sarah Silverman Program videos link

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Five. I have FIVE cavities. The dentist blames my kids. Pregnancy ruins calcium and enamel on teeth. That's a good enough excuse for me.As I suspected, the dentist was livid that I rarely floss. Yeah, yeah, yeah. After he noticed my lack of flossing enthusiasm, he pulled out some pictures of rotten moths and teeth from people who didn't floss. Consider me a changed woman. There is now a roll of

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I'm all for brushing teeth, keeping them clean, swishing with a bit of mouth wash too. But flossing? I hate flossing. It seems like such a waste of my time. "Seems" being the key word here.It seems like a waste of time until I have a dentist appointment. Tomorrow I will enter into the hell hole that is my dentist's office.I've always had good teeth. It runs in the family. I never had a cavity

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Last night I heard a loud "pop" coming from outside. It sounded like a BB gun. I thought that our insanely frigid weather may have caused a light bulb to explode. I got to wondering what kind of light bulbs people use in Alaska. I would figure it out the next day.Anyway, this morning when I went out to start the car so we wouldn't freeze to death by the time we got to the bank, I was surprised by

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I need to share this girl with you all. I apologize ahead of time. I'm sorry. Really I am. Before you yell at me, she is 20 years old.Here are more videos by the same girl. I recommend you watch "Gymnastics Spectacular." Gymnastics SpectacularCiara DanceButtonsHey Mama

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Okay, so the cool thing in Dylan's book right now is giving "knuckles" to people. You know, when two people make a fist and tap them together. Well, he taught Jordan to do it. That's fine. That's not what I'm concerned with. It's just that when Jordan wants to give knuckles, he announces it first. The problem? He can't pronounce "knuckles." He says "fuckles."

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Really? I must be sending out mixed signals to somewhere. Although I receive all fashion, fitness, and Buddhist-related magazines, someone obviously thought that The Blue Press was a catalog that I really needed to have.My favorite section by far is the books and video section. Just look at this great find! I'm sure it'll get the Newbery Medal. I can feel it.

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I've started my online marketing class. I am thoroughly convinced that I am surrounded by idiots. This pretty much sums it all up. In an online discussion, the instructor asked us to give our definition of an "exchange." Along with it, we were asked to give a non-business example of an exchange. Here's one of the responses:"Exchange- Is the transfer of products or service for the same value that

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In a moment I forget about making sure that the whites are separate from the darks, buying bulk-sized ketchup so I don't run out when I need it, having a new dress for that wedding coming up, worrying those two nails that have chipped nail polish, being upset that my hair is a hot mess once I got rain on it...Funny how I make lists to prioritize things that need to be done each day. Everything

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Dylan: Ugh, someone needs to change Jordan's diaper.....It smells like poop in here. It smells like cookies at the same time..... Mama, did you make cookies?Sarah: No.Dylan: Hmmm. Jordan, were you eating cookies?

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I need a haircut. I think... or a shave.

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We were at Mark's parent's house last night for our weekly Monday night dinners. After scarfing it down, Jordan went to the living room to play with his toys while Dylan opted to convince Grandma that he needed ice cream. While we sat in the kitchen with Dylan, we could hear Jordan from the living room...."Beema."We continue talking, Dylan has his face in the bowl."Beema!"More mindless chatter,

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Please, check out my new friend's blog. Smart, insanely descriptive without being too wordy, entertaining, and witty- truant's trace.

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Tuesday was my automotive day, I decided.Being the good, abiding citizen I am, I took my car to the garage to have it inspected. As I started to pull it in, the guy started to laugh at me and said, "Baby, (laughter laughter) you almost made it an entire year! (laughter, laughter)" He then pulled the guy out from the back and showed him my stickers. (more laughter, laughter ha ha.)Laugh it up,

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I did it with last year's holiday family picture. I wanted to see how we've changed in our celebrity status.... Perhaps I should have let it go after all.Mark: He's now the bad guy from Superman II. Scary. And who is big lips there? I don't see it.Dylan: I guess the kid pictures would be a given. However, most kids have the same features, fat cheeks, small features. I won't accept that he has

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I have plans for 2007. Odd numbered years are my years. I was born on an odd year, graduated by the skin of my teeth on an odd year, married on an odd year, etc etc...2007. We're gonna do it up right. Right off the bat. I promise. Penn State had a bowl game at 11:00 on the first, and I was determined to be not hungover to see it. I was good. I swear. I drank LOTS of water, and only enough beer to

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Apparently if you live in the Unites States, you must have your car inspected once a year. For doing so, you receive a sticker to place proudly on your windshield. If you don't have a nice new sticker, the police will hate you. They will ticket you, fine you, give you an additional written warning for the illegal window tint which instructs tell you to report to the station in five days to prove

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Happy Birthday to the most patient, consistent, self confident, and clever little sixty year old to ever turn five. You have my permission to stop growing up now.

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Big surprise here: Jordan hates Santa. Every muscle in his skinny little body went rigid when he got within a couple feet of the fat guy. The Santa camera was broken, so Mark will take the credit for this stunning picture.I swear I've wanted to update here, but it was just out of my hands. Two reasons: One- the weather is unseasonably warm, and we've been playing outside. Two- I've been a bit

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My grandmother has been hounding me for the past few months to enter a picture into our local newspaper's weekly amateur photography section. This week I did. I have a few black and whites that I believe are better pictures, but they instructed me to send in a color photo. To my shock, they chose my picture this week. I didn't even know about it until my mom told me. Then my answering machine

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Holy shit. Mark's 30 today.Mark's a private kind of guy, so I will refrain from adding any more facts than already posted from last year's birthday.Happy Birthday, Mierk.(The cartoon was drawn by his buddy and co-worker, Timmy)

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Christmas company party dinner++Two hours of sleep=

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This story is ridiculous. If you don't have the time to read it, it's about a mother who had her 12 year old arrested for opening his Christmas presents early. Arrested.The present? A Game Boy. The mother's excuse for his behavior? ADD."My grandmother went out of her way to lay away a toy and paid on this thing for months," said the boy's mother.Now, perhaps I am a bit naive, but maybe a Game Boy

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It's that time of year again...the Christmas lights are twinkling, the snow is gently falling, the kids are making their lists in hopes that they've been good, and I am getting sick as shit again.Everywhere I go, I have been surrounded by nasty germs. Dylan's school host a ton of snot-sleeved kids waiting for the right time to touch you. Target has those god awful carts that are riddled with the

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(I tried posting this before, but video disappeared.) Fast forward to 3:52.

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It's not supposed to be warm in December. On Friday, the boys and I played outside in the abnormally balmy 66 degree weather. I had all the windows and doors open, and turned the house heat off. It's been warm for a while too. All week, really. The average for this time of year is 42 degrees, but I remember it being cooler than that most of the time. By this time (at least) we normally would have

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It's poor quality, I know. It was one of those choices in life though. Take it now and have it for sure, or try to catch it later when the lighting was better. This was taken on the way to pick Dylan up from school.To avert confusion: Jordan never actually sings. He lip-syncs. It looks kinda scary, and like it may hurt a bit. He's already half way to rockstar status.

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