tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10822912763757391202011-07-28T03:58:52.421-07:00<b>“Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.” ~ Barbara Jordan </b>graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-36576119831903776902010-09-05T10:20:00.000-07:002010-09-05T10:27:51.198-07:00

So, I've got a THEORY. There is constant complaints because words over words like 'slutty' and 'bitchy' and 'asshole' by people who aren't ashamed of doing what caused them to get that label. (Don't worry my THEORY won't take long.) If you're okay with doing whatever it took for that label, then why can't that label be a compliment? When I'm called a bitch, I thank the person. I call them a

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-73228139826934311552010-09-04T01:00:00.000-07:002010-09-04T01:22:58.225-07:00

It occurred to me I should write every Friday, cause that's when we have movie night, and so I'm up late (and usually bored) every Friday. See, if the kids are good during the week (relatively) and go to bed without giving us a crapload of problems we let them stay up until midnight on Friday watching movies, and they get to sleep in the living room. They love it, but it also means I'm stuck

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-57773393855504804792010-08-31T22:07:00.000-07:002010-08-31T22:31:30.715-07:00

I'm not even gonna promise to get in the habit of writing regularly. We all know it's not gonna happen. I'm so pathetic. LOL I've literally been thinking about how I should get online, post on my blog, etc. Yeah, took me a week of thinking that to actually DO it. *sigh*Anyway, once again just felt the need to write. I'm not sure why I felt the need to write, I just did. Or is it I felt the need

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-13214215522043154002009-10-06T08:49:00.000-07:002009-10-06T09:12:43.144-07:00

I will get in the habit of writing routinely, I will, I will. :p Took the kids to school today, B forgot her shoes at M's, so we had to stop and get them. Then, of course, she had trouble getting them on. *sigh* Kids.I should have gone and finished my Medusa, but I was cold, and wanted to go home. So I got home, fixed that darn fuse (it blew a 25!), and got the heater in the car working, at least

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-89107113192359955202009-02-01T00:09:00.000-08:002009-02-01T00:31:21.323-08:00

Ok, so I feel the need to write, but I can’t really come up with a story line. I considered working on one of my existing stories, but they all seem boring and blah to me. Blah, blah, blah. I was working on that take of the persephone and hades story, but that crashed along with K's computer and I'm too lazy to start over. So frustrating!!! Anyway, sometimes it's just the process of typing that's

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-10982943517698799632008-08-02T16:27:00.000-07:002008-08-02T16:33:32.724-07:00

Ok, I'm bored. It happens. I have enough energy to be bored, but not enough to get everything done that needs to be done. I should be folding laundry (you know, before the clean clothes pile takes over my dining room) but instead I'm sitting here, at my computer, wining about being bored. I already checked out lit, nothing happening there. No one's on YIM or MSN. I'm saving up supplies for

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-17384912681411759282008-07-14T22:53:00.000-07:002008-07-22T23:43:07.893-07:00

Hi, my name is Susan Anderson, but everyone calls me Red. Not for the usual reason - I don't have red hair. My hair, in truth, is a really dark brown, nearly black. They call me that because of the pretty sweater my grandmother knitted me. It's a beautiful, hooded sweater that flows down almost like a cape. My mother, jokingly, called me 'little red riding hood'. The nickname stuck, and

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-28562158971790591392008-07-14T14:29:00.000-07:002008-07-23T00:02:38.572-07:00

I don't know if anyone reads my blog, but if you do, and you're interested part one can be found here.And, as usual, this is a rough draft. My apologies for it's roughness and any mistakes.******Afra sighed contentedly as she slowly waded into the clear, blue water. After the trauma, and amazing sex, of yesterday evening Bleddyn had taken her to a tiny village in the middle of the woods. Afra

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-40993447896902035612008-07-08T00:54:00.000-07:002008-07-08T01:06:48.341-07:00

So the other night I was dreaming of my Grandma - the one that died last year. In my dream I was back in Hayward for my Grandma's memorial. At one point I was looking at her dresser, and their was this secret compartment. The compartment isn't really there, but heck, this is a dream. In the secret compartment was tons of beautiful beads. I was looking at them and Aunt Pam walked in and said "

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-27319323279034905552008-07-02T00:11:00.001-07:002008-08-02T17:33:43.743-07:00

Thank you for your apology. Thank you for wanting to spend time with me, for not ignoring me.

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-87873037456718072772008-04-18T20:32:00.000-07:002008-04-18T20:36:54.102-07:00

So, with all that rant on the new friends groups, I went and joined another one. It's for kinksters, and so far it's good. I've only been on it for a week or so, but thought I'd share the link: FetLink. I'd definitely check it out, at the very least for the hot front picture. ;) (Word to the wise: not a G rated picture. :D)

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-26976886230631167922008-04-08T19:40:00.000-07:002008-04-08T19:49:35.563-07:00

Ok, so I got an invite to BluBet, some new friend group, and I gotta ask . . . WHEN'S IT GOING TO END! *pulls out hair* Ok, so so far I'm a member of MySpace, and FaceBook and CollarMe and Alt.com and WAYN and ClassMates.com and Yahoo360 and and and . . . it's absolutely fucking ridiculous! LOL Not to mention all the yahoo, msn, and google groups. I have no idea how many of THOSE I end . . . so I

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-61307776796191207282008-01-01T01:02:00.000-08:002008-01-01T01:14:03.504-08:00

Geez! It took me almost five minutes to navigate through google hell to get logged in for blogging. *grr* Now I'm cranky and frusterated, ON TOP OF BEING BORED!Anyway! I was gonna come and do some writing, but I'm not in the mood to write smut, and I don't know what I do want to write. I should work on my site, but if I get involved I won't be able to sleep until it's PERFECT! LOL As it is it's

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-58457207218597726862007-12-25T14:50:00.000-08:002007-12-25T14:57:03.926-08:00

[b]WARNING![/b] The below content is adult in nature and also pure fiction. It also has NOT been edited in any way shape or form. Proceed with caution. Also, this is fantasy, and has a reluctance theme. If you don't like that, or have trouble telling the difference between fantasy and reality DON'T READ THIS STORY! duh!Also, be warned: This is a F/f story - as I'm not bi I've never written a

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-34805913188520983742007-12-20T22:04:00.000-08:002007-12-20T22:18:37.006-08:00

I'm not sure where else to go with my story for now. I've got an idea or two, but not enough to make an entire 'chapter' on. So, here I am, babbling at all the people who DON'T read this. lol So, today was ok. B and C took K, the kids, and I to this fancy bowling alley. It has a small arcade attached to it, so guess what I had to deal with? All my kids wanting stuff from the 'rewards' area that

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-81100182817301936982007-12-19T15:21:00.000-08:002007-12-19T16:33:34.625-08:00

The first part to this can be found here: http://kinkycookieswithgrace.blogspot.com/2007/12/kris-kringle-and-kandy-kane.htmlWARNING! The below content is adult in nature and also pure fiction. It also has NOT been edited in any way shape or form. Proceed with caution. Also, this is fantasy, and has a reluctance theme. If you don't like that, or have trouble telling the difference between fantasy

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-30746416059134827122007-12-18T12:19:00.000-08:002008-01-02T01:47:58.025-08:00

The first part to this can be found here: http://kinkycookieswithgrace.blogspot.com/2007/12/kris-kringle-and-kandy-kane.htmlWARNING! The below content is adult in nature and also pure fiction. It also has NOT been edited in any way shape or form. Proceed with caution. Also, this is fantasy, and has a reluctance theme. If you don't like that, or have trouble telling the difference between fantasy

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-83668841796954391652007-12-17T18:23:00.000-08:002007-12-18T14:28:07.523-08:00

WARNING! The below content is adult in nature and also pure fiction. It also has NOT been edited in any way shape or form. Proceed with caution. Also, this is fantasy, and has a reluctance theme. If you don't like that, or have trouble telling the difference between fantasy and reality DON'T READ THIS STORY! duh!***Mascara caked Kandy's cheeks from the tears she'd cried. Her poor little bottom

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-66819593904391073672007-12-16T19:16:00.000-08:002007-12-16T20:26:28.504-08:00

You know, I am getting really tired of this writers block. *grr* I'm looking at all these great writing topics, and I've started writing on several of them . . . nada. *sigh* Snowy suggested that I write at least a little every night, that that might help with my writers block, so here I am . . . writing. Writing and writing and . . . . well you get the point. I've heard that if you just empty

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-33654992989089324762007-12-16T13:28:00.000-08:002007-12-16T13:35:02.952-08:00

OK, so the site I found the last time I went looking for ideas on what to write on didn't work out. After that first time I couldn't find anything that gave me any ideas. *rolleyes* LOL So this time I googled the phrase 'writing topics', cause that's what I'm doing, right? Writing? I actually found a couple of good sites for 'creative writing topics'. LOL So, hopefully I will write more often now

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-6863552641708957492007-12-15T21:43:00.000-08:002007-12-15T21:54:15.489-08:00

You know, I was thinking that I needed to post, so that my site wouldn't get deleted, but I couldn't think of anything to write. But you, bitch that you are, gave me something new to write about. Aren't you fucking special.You know, I was willing to let things slide. I was willing to keep our problems semi-private. The people I've talked to about how you hurt me, and why you hurt me, are few. I

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-2490056224562317422007-10-10T21:39:00.000-07:002007-10-10T21:50:25.214-07:00

So I have a theory. My theory is that the people in my life have an internal alarm. That alarm goes off whenever I've just sat down, or just got in the bathtub, or finally got a day free to catch up on my laundry/dishes/housework. It's similar to the alarm that my children have that lets them know when I'm on the phone with welfare or social security or disability. That's when they will do

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-83912372265249850222007-09-12T10:09:00.000-07:002007-09-12T10:22:41.458-07:00

So I had a friend laughing at me bitching about the pickup lines at schools, and I thought 'now there's a good blog topic'. lol For background, three days a week I pick up five children from three schools. On Tue and Thur I gotta get my son from speech therapy, too.I can go on for days about waiting in those stupid lines. There is nothing more aggressive or scary than a mom who's been sitting in

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-63385610168908861942007-09-11T09:47:00.000-07:002007-12-16T20:42:09.343-08:00

Today is the day to sit and remember. To remember that horrible day 6 years ago, when we were sucker punched by those cowards in the middle east.Where were you? I was on the Max (think light rail), taking A to preschool, and a lady who worked in the courthouse was on her way home. I knew that a plane had crashed into one of the towers, but no details. I figured the idiot was drunk. She filled me

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-28739598739355545372007-09-09T20:55:00.000-07:002007-09-09T21:56:30.187-07:00

So, I chose this topic in honor of my sister, the pregnant one. I was reading this book recently, called 'I should have seen it coming when the rabbit died'. Think Erma Bombeck, but catholic. This lady's got 10 kids! And she had them in something like 15 years. I think I'd shoot myself. Anyway, this lady - Teresa Bloomingdale, says that their is not such thing as birth control, and that if you

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-36499249901909016222007-09-08T22:19:00.000-07:002007-09-09T00:37:08.954-07:00

Ok, so the main reason I don't blog regularly is I can't think of anything interesting to write about. lol So today I had an idea (*ding*) and thought of googling ideas. I found this site: http://people.bakersfield.com/home/AllTopics. Now they have some great ideas, but some of them just made me laugh. Like the one that something like . . . um pregnancy and ring raiths (their spelling, not mine).

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-84437848097568061032007-09-08T10:21:00.000-07:002007-09-08T10:28:50.534-07:00

School, shopping and strep throat. Yep, that's what's going on with us. We got back from vacation last Saturday. I haven't gotten all my pictures downloaded yet, but I'll be putting some here, and some on my pictures site, http://public.fotki.com/graceanne1978. Obviously I won't be posting pictures with the tykes in it. Anyway, then I had to take A birthday shopping, then B. Then I had a humira

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-29797936479000109482007-07-11T22:31:00.000-07:002007-07-11T22:42:37.778-07:00

Today it was supposed to get over 100 degrees, so we decided to spend it on the river. I LOVE the river. It's just so relaxing. Since it was Wednesday, the place we go to was empty, and we had our pick of spots.There's this one spot we love. Someone built a dam with rocks, so the water is slower through there. Plus you can see the water clearly from the picnic table. So, we sit, relax, and watch

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-50737487913324984852007-06-25T22:35:00.000-07:002007-06-25T23:47:20.773-07:00

Yesterday my sisters boyfriend shot himself in the head in their bed. She'd informed him that he had to leave and went to work. When she came back he was dead. My mother suggested I 'journal' or blog about this. I didn't sleep well last night, because of the dreams and nightmares. God, please let those dreams go away.Melissa called me last night hysterical. I've never heard her like that, not

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-72257072287338322262007-06-19T18:29:00.000-07:002007-06-19T19:06:33.467-07:00

So, as many people know my grandma died on Saturday evening. They told us she had six months, turned out it was closer to six weeks. I was planning on going next week to spend some time with her, but obviously THAT didn't work out. *sigh* So instead I flew down Wednesday. Anyone who has my cellphone number - it's turned off. I used my cell phone money to get to Hayward. I think my dad was really

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-46736673653066988082007-06-05T21:18:00.000-07:002007-06-05T21:33:31.535-07:00

I hate putting them to bed, I love it when they ARE asleep. *grr* I swear those kids are the most imaginative when it comes to reasons to stay awake. *rolleyes* Well, maybe not - but it sure FEELS like they do.So, me and K have been making a concerted effort to read The Bible with the kids at bedtime. And remembering to read with them. I haven't said anything, but I'm also making an effort to

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-10300472185234226592007-05-30T01:08:00.000-07:002007-05-30T01:20:03.861-07:00

I got your message each time you put it there. I choose to respond here, because I refuse to air problems in public. I sincerely doubt that anyone reads this blog, and I need to get it out of me so I can sleep.First, I want to once again apologize for hurting you. I won't apologize again, because it would matter little to you if I did. You say we were good friends, well my 'good friend' let's be

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-67028155721720774092007-05-24T18:01:00.000-07:002007-05-24T18:14:09.109-07:00

Ok, so on lit there was this thread on The Creation Museum in Kentucky. I'm not going to get into creation vs evolution here, I don't have the energy. But then someone on lit made a comment about how stuff like that wouldn't happen in the UK. *rolleyes* I happen to know that the flat earth society is based in the UK, although since then I've learned that it's also got a base in California, too.

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-92174141237913659942007-05-20T19:17:00.000-07:002007-05-24T18:16:51.719-07:00

I got a camera phone! I've started something for keeping my pictures in, for those who're interested in seeing them. I used them because you can have your pictures be password protected. My password is my real name. If you don't know my real name then I don't want you seeing pictures of me and my family. Sorry! If you have just forgotten my real name, email me: graceanne26@hotmail.com . Anyway,

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-13646483118921985982007-05-16T01:09:00.000-07:002007-05-16T01:35:44.098-07:00

Ok, it's freaken 1 AM, and I am WIDE AWAKE. I've taken a bath, I've laid there for an hour, and yet NO SLEEP. *grr* Oddly enough MM can't sleep, either. She's on her second movie for the night, and I'm back online. I took a pain pill, cause my back hurting and I hope that's what's keeping me up, so I'll be asleep soon, but until then . . . I must entertain myself. muhahaha I started it by looking

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-39396057328162419442007-05-14T23:16:00.000-07:002007-05-14T23:29:11.434-07:00

Ok, so today we went to the zoo. (Shh - don't say anything to the big girls, they had to go to school.) It's bear awareness week, so they're feeding the bears at a different time, and other things to keep them active. Plus the polar bears are in heat. lol Anyway, it was awesome. The grizzlies were pacing around, the sun bears where snoozing out in plain sight . . . but the best was the polar

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-17482571875840566272007-05-07T14:24:00.000-07:002007-05-07T14:38:42.649-07:00

Ok, so I called the DMV today. Evidently my license is suspended cause of fucking Farmers. Maybe I should title my blog 'never use Farmer Insurance'. See last March I was in a car accident, a lady ran the stop light and hit me. I had paid my car insurance the month before, but hadn't paid it that month - but frankly it wasn't due. I gave her my insurance she gave me hers, etc. Farmers came out

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-1458374313383462472007-05-04T22:05:00.001-07:002007-05-04T22:33:34.938-07:00

Ok, so I went out to get MC. Tomorrow I gotta take MM to jail and I didn't want to get all the kids up - so I thought I'd have MC spend the night so I don't have to get the kids up, right? I'm on my way and this cop flashes his lights at me. I showed him my license and stuff, and it turns out the original owner of my car is a felon. (I hadn't re-registered it yet.) And she kinda looks like me (

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-75954136351049703612007-05-03T21:23:00.000-07:002007-05-03T21:33:56.242-07:00

Yes, that's right I'm talking about my lovely husband, my lord and master. Today was the sixth, yes count 'em six! times, that he's locked his keys in his car. I had to go down to fucking NORTH PORTLAND to take him the spare. After the second time he locked his keys in his car I got him one of those nifty, magnetic key holders. That worked until he started locking both sets of keys in the car -

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-334104973012351132007-05-02T21:24:00.000-07:002007-05-02T21:34:21.464-07:00

That's what my MM said to me the other day. I was running late, cause KM had school pictures so OF COURSE her hair had to be curled. I got the kids in the car and realized I'd left my keys inside. I ran back inside and she said that as I was grabbing my keys. Have I mentioned what a smart ass MM is? For that matter have I mentioned how much I love a smart ass?So, K says that he thinks I'm doing a

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-90416820181863390682007-04-29T10:07:00.000-07:002007-04-29T10:17:48.951-07:00

LOL. Anyway, I just got up. I've got a few minutes to get going, so I'm gonna finish yesterdays blog.After that I kinda dozed, except when I was breaking up fights. We got back into Portland about 8ish, so we circled the jail building for about 20 minutes, waiting for MM to get out. Supposedly her boyfriend was going to be picking her up, but we didn't want to get all the way home just to get a

graceannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263026759744953309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1082291276375739120.post-75216912757955983422007-04-28T21:38:00.000-07:002007-04-29T10:14:26.095-07:00

I feel like a highschooler, writing an essay about 'what I did this weekend'. LOL Well we were planning on going to the beach on Sunday, and treating today, but K changed his mind, and we switched the days. *sigh*So I got up this morning about 9. K had to take MM to the jail, so he didn't get home till 8:30. Then he fixed the bathroom sink. *dances* I've been after him to get that thing unclogged

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So did I call it? The kids are watching their movie, nothings going on online, and I'm bored. So here I am typing typing typing . . . oh and typing some more. LOLSo everyone is sick of the movies we have. I went to Blockbuster, to find out how much money we owe them. I'd have sworn that we owed them for a couple of movies, but evidently we didn't. huh Anyway, since I didn't have to pay them

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Today, after yesterday, is going to seem so blah. LOL But, then, I like blah. It's so relaxing. Woke up, got the kids up, etc. I went through the girls hair before sending them to school, and then put their hair up so they don't share their bugs. I was late getting out the door cause KM didn't remember it was crazy hair day till 10 minutes before we needed to leave. And then of course MM had to

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Ok, I know that I was done blogging, but I gotta add - D was in my room, looking at books. He was being awfully quiet so I went into see why (the kittens are in there, so I have to be careful). D prefers to sleep in my tshirts, so I went around the edge of my bed to see him struggling into . . . my sweat pants. He was trying to pull a pair of my sweat pants over his head. LOL After I got done

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Ok, so I've done a billion and one blogs, but this is gonna be the one! The one that I post on every night, and never forget! Well, I can hope so, can't I? LOL To tell the truth I'd decided not to blog anymore, cause I always end up forgetting to blog, but then Rebecca, from lit, was joking around and came up with this AWESOME title for a blog, and I HAD to use it. It's to awesome not to. lol

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