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I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. . .......................I'm not on this list? WTH?????http://omg.yahoo.com/megan-fox-crowned-sexiest-woman-in-the-world/news/8487?nc

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Aye-yi-yi! The last time I blogged was at Christmastime. Christmastime for crying out loud! Where I have I been? Well, life is busy. Mostly a *happy* kind of busy. I've been in several shows at our local community theater (lemme tell you---SOME OF THE BEST TIMES OF MY LIFE!), Mr B keeps me busy (more on that in a moment) and I've been dealing with some health issues. Basically, computer time

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Why is it that I can do my hair basically the same way everyday yet I so often suffer from less-than-perfect hair days?

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We were not going to do a Christmas tree this year. ( I am still allowed to call it a "Christmas" tree, aren't I? A rant for another time, I suppose.)We aren't against trees, per se, it's just that Mr B has this thing. It's called "Mom". He likes me. A lot. Actually, it's not me he likes, it's that I'm taller than him. And can pick him up. And then I can transport him to places where he's not

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The Good NewsMiss E talked me into putting up the artificial tree. After it was up a day or two she talked me into lights. (I told Mr T that I'm sure she'll want ornaments on it now). Mr B has very little interest in the tree and has hardly even acknowledged its presence. Whoo-hooo!The Bad NewsThe reason Mr B isn't interested in the tree is because He. Still. Wants. Me.I thought the tree would be

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This is a cool one from Parents...http://www.5minutesformom.com/2689/parentsgiveaway/

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What I am doing: 1. sitting on my butt here at the computer2.listening to Rush Limbaugh online (because I was trying to find Glenn Beck's radio show online, for free, which I did and may I say I am beside myself with delight! And Rush follows Glenn's show)3. dreaming about a steak-n-cheese sub (with mushrooms and extra onions and extra mayo) from a local take-out placeWhat I should be doing: 1.

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I thought this was interesting. I'm, uh, a little surprised, however, by whom I chose. Definitely not who I would necessarly vote for.(BTW---someone, pleeease, tell me how to insert links here so that you just click on a word, like "here" and the link is in the one word rather than the whole entire link showing and looking messy. Please, anyone.)http://www.wqad.com/Global/link.asp?L=259460

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Gosh, three posts in just a few hours. What's up with that? Well, I woke up at 2:30 A.M., had a raging headache, took migraine meds which contain caffeine so, hence all the activity here. So far I've placed an online Christmas order, caught up on some of your blogs, checked out my message boards, re-balanced my check book (I'm Paranoid, capital "P" about my check book) and took care of some

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At Christmas, do you ever buy a gift for someone that you just know they will LOVE??? And doesn't it kill you to wait and wait and wait till it's time for them to open that gift? Yeah, me too!! I bought something for Miss E that I can't wait for her to see but I can't tell even you about it because she reads my blog!!! Sorry, Miss E!!!

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Today I'd just gotten to WalMart and my cell rings. It's Miss E.Miss E: MOM!!! Mr B just pooped! What do I do?Me: Well, you will have to change him. I am NOT coming home to change a poopie diaper.Miss E: I caaaaan't! It smells so bad!Me: Miss E, you have to. Call me back when you're done to let me know how it went.A few minutes later my cell rings. I'm informed that it's over.It was

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If you read my thoughts on Halloweenhttp://lisa-lifethroughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-harry-potter-and-other.htmlperhaps this might not surpise you but, no, we don't do Santa. We did with Miss E but after much thought we chose not to do it with Mr B.Here was our thinking on it (and please, oh please, oh please, know this was a personal decision for us and in no way do I look down on

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I'd been looking for Christmas jammies for Mr B. I found these @ Penny's online... Cute, huh?!Problem was that the website said they weren't available and mentioned nothing about them being available in-store. Today I went to a nearby Penny's to look at what Christmas jammies they did have (Mr B's had some money on a Penny's gift card since his birthday---that's why I kept trying Pennys). I

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He knows when you are sleeping?He knows when you're awake?He knows if you've been bad or good?Okay, does this sound suspiciously like stalking to you?

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Okay, so it's not Wednesday but when I saw this this morning I realized how easy it is to know about something without anyone actually telling you. So, let me set this up for you: Last night as I was on my way to bed I inquired of The Husband if he'd checked the powerball numbers he'd played the day before. He said that he'd not but that he'd check them right away on the computer. This morning as

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Nephew: Aunt Lisa, why are you so fat?Me: Because I eat little boys who ask rude questions.

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For some time now I've had something on my heart. It's best summed up by Isaiah 5:20:"Woe to those who call evil good and good evil; who put darkness for light and light for dark; who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter." Increasingly as I look around the world, and especially around my own little circle in life, I can actually see good being called evil and evil being called good. This

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Recently I entered a contest on a friend's blog (Girl, if you're reading this and want the props let me know and I put your link right here!) and flipping won first place!! I received a personalized Arthur DVD for Mr B. Therefore, here's some linky love going out to Kids Personally. Check them out!http://www.personalizedstories.com:80/

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I know, I know. I have not been around in just forever. Why? Well, trying to home school, take care of the house and laundry whilst having a 19-month-old on your hip ALL.DAY.LONG is challenging. It leaves little computer time and even less blogging time. I truly miss posting here and reading all of your blogs as well.So, let's talk a little about what's new. Miss E and I have parts in our

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I know I haven't posted much lately but things have been rather busy and blogging keeps getting pushed to the bottom of the priority list.I am now officially 40. To celebrate I indulged in some of my guiltiest pleasures, most of which I normally avoid. Namely, food. I decided that for the day before and of my birthday counting points (I do Weight Watcher for those of you who didn't know) was a

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Some people are like slinkies. Not much good for anything but it sure would be fun to push them down a flight of stairs.

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Today Miss E has company, Miss J. Miss J is a sweetie and we love her. My daughter on the other hand is making me want to throw myself in front of a train.Mr T told them that if they played with Mr B this afternoon I would take them to the movies this evening. Don't be too envious. We're seeing Daddy Day Camp. Speaking of "stupitt decisions" what is up with Cuba Gooding, Jr.? Why on earth does he

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#1. With the proper tools and equipment, a 17-month-old can effectively hurl himself from his crib.#2. A toy drum makes an awesome launch pad for a 17 month-old-boy when he wants to get out of his crib.#3. I can sprint from our kitchen to Mr B's bedroom surprisingly well for an overweight, 40-year-old woman. (3.2 seconds; my rapid response time was facilitated by the leap I made over a sleeping

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I found this at Mert's ( http://almostsomewhatpositive.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-gad-does-fun-ever-start.html#links ) as well. Good stuff there!1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.3

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So as I'm perusing the blog world I stop by http://almostsomewhatpositive.blogspot.com/ (by the way, surely there is a way to put a link into a post here without having to actually show the link. Suppose I wanted to say "I was reading this blog blah, blah, blah" and I wanted the link to be in the words in blue....how do I do that? Anyone???) I stop by Mert's blog and learn that it's Manic Monday

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I frequently pray that if my kids wander into doing anything they shouldn't or if they disobey behind my (our) back that the Lord would reveal it to me (us). Now, since Miss E and I both suffer from Sugar Addiction I've been trying to set some limits on the sugary snacks. She is supposed to get a treat on Sundays then every Thursday she, Mr B and I go for ice cream. Today I had to run to town

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Thursday, 10:00 A.M. I stop in at Tires-Are-Us, Mr T's place of employment.Mr T (winking suggestively): Hey there, lady. Whaddya doing later? (more winking).Me: Ummm, taking the kids out for ice cream.Mr T: Wanna go on a hot date tonight? (Still winking. I thought he was flirting however it now occurs to me that perhaps he is developing a bothersome tick. I mean, it was a lot of winking.)I

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Before getting pregnant with Mr B and during the pregnancy, I prayed that if God would bless us with a living baby that I would forever, as long as I had breath, do whatever I could to tell my story and use it to bring glory to the Lord. Therefore, when I was approached by our local paper to do an interview about Mr B's early arrival, I was eager to do so. I know some of you have already seen

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Soon I'll turn forty years old. I must say it doesn't bother me. "Forty" sounds different than how I feel, though. It's almost like I'm still viewing it from my twenty-year old perspective.To me, "forty" sounds like an older woman. She's mature, has grown kids, calls her pants "slacks", eats a lot of fiber and gardens. She also wears comfortable loafers. Those things sure aren't me!So how does

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Recently I was interviewed by our local paper about Mr B's early arrival and how his life has been a display of God's splendor. The article, along with a picture of me and Mr B, ran on the front page (the front page!) right under the headline story and picture of our local fair crowning the Fair Queen the evening before. Miss E was quite interested in the fair queen to-do and had been talking

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Normally I like to write funny and (what I hope to be) entertaining posts. This won't be one of them. Please be forewarned that this mentions child death and includes some rather sad and angry commentaries by the writer.Recently in my area a mom went to work one evening. In the early hours of the following morning her house caught fire. The young babysitter and one of this mom's three children

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Soon Mr T and I will have been married for sixteen years. (BTW---when one is blogging should one spell the numbers or simply put in the numerals? Is there a proper blog etiquette for that?)Now, some of those years have been much more challenging than others. But, here we are, happily married. At least, before I started this post I was assuming we were happily wed and then it occured to me that

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Mr T's mom and dad always tell the story that Mr T's older brother, Bob, (who passed away 18 months ago) would lick coal when he was little. (Not a typo---he licked coal). Oddly enough, before he died, Bob was in the coal business.Mr T, the in-laws say, licked tires. Seems he never found a tire that wasn't pleasing to his pallet and now, whaddaya know!...he's in the tire business! Cool, huh?So

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Recently I heard that the 7 Wonders of the World have been revamped. That's right, out with the Hanging Gardens and the Statue of Zeus and in with The Great Wall of China and The Taj Mahal of India ( http://www.new7wonders.com/ ).After reading this I was inspired to make my own List of Wonders. Mine is slightly different, however.Wonder #1 - I wonder why it is that the cashiers at WalMart always

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I was thinking about this story of when I'd found out I was pregnant with Mr B and thought I would share it with you.So I thought maybe I was pregnant. I did what comes next and got the tests.I bought them (yes, THEM...all three of them!) on our way to Miss E's homeschool art class. I decided to do one of them right there at her class which was being held in a church. First conundrum...the door

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I feel like I've been gone so long!Last week was Mr T's trip to go 4-wheeler riding and it was determined that the kids and I would stay busy to pass the time. In a nutshell, his trip was exceedingly disappointing and our week wasn't much better.There were just little things that spoiled the week: the plans made for a day at the amusement park went slightly awry (although we did go but it just

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When I was little my mom's mom would always take me to gospel concerts. It was at one of these concerts, in a local church, where I accepted Christ as my savior. I was five years old and while I don't remember the details of the invitation, I do remember standing half-way out of the pew into the isle and having this urge to go forward. After I did the staff took me and the other new believers

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As I get older I find myself enjoying this season more and more which is strange because I detest the heat which accompanies it; D-E-T-E-S-T the heat and the humidity! (I have weather.com in my favorties to monitor not just the temperature but also the humidity and the dew point.) I don't know if my escalating enjoyment of summer has to do with getting older or if it's just a new layer to who I

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Well, to answer my own question, not much. That's okay as I always say that boring is good. Better than drama, drama, drama. I think I can come up with a few things to blog about, however!First, where do the years go? My Miss E will soon have a birthday and be eleven years old! Are you kidding me? How does that happen? ? She was just a baby, she just learned to walk! And eleven is such a pre-teen

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Heee, hee!What were you doing 10 years ago?Working and getting ready to celebrate Miss E's very first birthday (talk amongst yourselves while I take a moment to sob over the fact that she's growing up!)What were you doing 1 year ago?Sheesh, more sobbing....still visiting Mr B in the NICUFive snacks you enjoy: (just 5? Okay!)1. Baked Lay's Chips2. peanut butter cups3. nachos with Velveta and

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You know how blogs are: you start at one and like a plate of spaghetti you follow it to another blog, to another blog... It's a blast! I was doing that earlier and I stumbled across this. (I think I'd started at Melody's blog!)Appetizer:Name something you think is “the best.”French Fries with Bleu Cheese dressing, my family and blogging, of course! Soup:On a scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 highest),

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Miss E asked me if I'd blog this for her..."When you were younger, what did your parents, especially your mom, nag you about most?"No, we're getting along just fine. Why do you ask?

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My friend, Cathy, keeps me supplied with these memes. I love them! (Narcissistic, maybe?) I stole this one from her blog. ;) Thanks Cath!Here is another one.. this one comes from Christine at http://www.arewethereyetmom.com/1)Have I ever been arrested?Nope, just pulled over two times (but never got a ticket!)2)Do I sing in the car?Doesn't everyone? And I don't need to be in the car to sing, I'll

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Okay, so my last few entries have been a little frazzled. And I just don't seem to be writing much, either. I thought I'd have lots and lots to talk about when I started blogging. I guess I do. I mean, trust me, I can talk for hours! But do you want to hear me, is the question! And nothing *BIG* has happened, nothing that I could make an entire story about. So, therefore, I'm going to just give

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Seriously.I do not believe in "The Fates" or "Karma" and such but am I on a bad run! If you read my previous post about my bad week (Did I mention they cancelled Jericho? Do I sound bitter? Okay, 'cause I am.) then I'm sure you'll be interested to know that it's spilled over into today (Monday). It all started so innocently...6:00 a.m. - Mr B awakes, I hop in the shower as we need to be out of

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Okay, I'm a little grumpy. Part of it's my fault, parts the worlds.My Fault:I am spending way too much time doing things that don't matter and not enough doing things that do. I found this game online where you have to pop bubbles. Like so many things, it's addicting. I'm trying to quit. Then I feel guilty because I haven't had proper prayer and Bible time in, oh, I dunno...weeks now. Shame on me

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I am blessed. It's as simple as that. If you have living children I hope that you realize that you, too, are blessed and that you never take that for granted. There are so many women hurting in the world today because they either can't have biological children, cannot afford adoption or have lost their babies through miscarriage, stillbirth, accidents, illnesses or countless other things I am

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Hi everyone! I haven't been writing as much as I'd like, lately. Life been busy. In fact, some interesting things have been happening. For example, I think I saw a mob hit outside our window.It all started as I walked by one of the two large picture windows in our dining room that looks out over our back yard. There I saw a bird. This wasn't your typical, cute little robin or blue jay but a BIRD.

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Usually I am the only one in the house to watch American Idol. Not so tonight. Where to start?Okay, first, Mr T is on the couch, didn't go to work because his "psychotic" nerve is bothering him again. He gets the biggest kick out of saying "I have a pain in my a@@." He's so twelve-years old. You know I'm rolling my eyes, right? In addition to that, all day he's been calling from the couch, "Honey

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Something...to challenge you: Purchase mini, egg-shaped, pieces of bubble gum (which come packaged in individual mini egg cartons) for your older child's Easter basket. With a baby and a dog observing begin putting together said basket. Inadvertently spill the eggs (because the mini egg cartons were held together with something flimsier than Sanjiyaya's singing).Scramble to retrieve all the eggs

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Woman Reaches Breaking Point; MissingMY TOWN, U.S.A. (AP) - It happens all around the world, parents asking their children "Do we have to have the same...exact...conversation...every day?" Youngsters are forever driving their parents to desperation as they repeatedly ask the same questions over and over and must be told the same things...over and over and over;Brush your teeth. I know you brushed

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Okay, so I've been seeing everyone else's' blogs listing their likes and dislikes and since I don't feel like doing anything deep and meaningful today (like discussing Sanjiaiaja and Chris Sligh) I thought I'd start this list. I have a feeling it will be a continuing post, one that I will add to frequently.ETA: This list is not in an order of importance. I keep adding to it but do put the new

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The story of Mr T., my hubby, and I having children is a difficult one, but one that I tell as a testimony to the Lord because He has blessed us so abundantly. It's would be difficult to share everything we've been through in this one post so for now I'd like to a little about us, about me, and introduce you to our kids."Miss E." is our first born, the baby we had before having babies became an

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Yesterday I went to get my haircut and they had some especially pretty red nail polish (Kangarooby) by the cash register. Now, remember, I absolutely love red nail polish on my toes. I don't wear any other color on them. So the Kangarooby immediately catches my attention! I thought "Oooo! Red polish for my toes! Oooo!".Now, it was $7.50 ( + tax) and me being frugal like I am thought about how

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Haley - Wow! Girlfriend vamped it up ( I see men dialing with their penises again last night. Damn. Wish I looked that good.)and I thought "Finally!" She showed personality and really competed last night rather than walking out on the stage, scared stiff and "just singing".Chris R - He's got a great voice when he can lose the Bee-Gees/Kenny Roger vibrato. (I still don't know if it's nerves that

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Every time American Idol has a guest singer I always wish that they had to endure the judges critiquing them. Here's what I think they would have said about Diana Ross (who, IMHO, just didn't sound so great).Randy: Hmmm...Diana...how you doin' tonight, dawg? Yeah, it just didn't work for me tonight. Hmmm..., I don't know, it was kinda pitchy, ya know? What'd you think, Paula?Paula: (crying,

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The first thing that caught my attention was the intro. Ryan was singing the praises of American Idol, the different contestants who've gone on to Big Things; Kelly Clarkson, Fantasia, Carrie Underwood and even those who didn't win...Chris Daughtry and Jennifer Hudson. Okay, that's cool, fair enough. But I got the feeling they'd missed someone else who'd taken the Idol Experience Train to Fame.

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Homeschooling is a huge part of our lives so I thought I'd share how we decided to start and why we continue.Dh and I had discussed it years ago but were given some incorrect information and therefore thought we were *unable* (unqualified) to do so. That left us off the hook--or rather me off the hook because quite frankly I wanted nothing to do with it!A few years after that a new family began

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Yes, it's true, I'm an American Idol freak.I care what Simon, Paula and Randy think. I usually agree with Simon, too (I'm not sure what that says about me).I care that Sanjaya is still there. BTW, is that kid going to need psychological intervention and medication when he's done on the show, or what? Golly, the entire audiance gasped loud enough to suck the entire state of California off the map

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A friend of mine started a blog. Actually, the entire world seems to have a blog except me, until now, anyways. But every time I read her blog I thought "I want to do that! I want to put my thoughts, as strange or incoherent as they might be, on the Internet for the whole world to read"---sort of like a literary exhibitionist.Now, I have a blog. Hmmmm? Now what? Well, I guess I should tell you a

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