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I will always be able to say I made at least one really wise decision in my life.

I had this feeling about him, he wasn’t what I thought I wanted…but he was so much more. I’m sorry ladies. I wish I could duplicate him and hand him out one for each of you. I can honestly say he is the best dad I have ever known. He comes home after a tough day of running his own cabinetry business, which is hard physical work, and he never hesitates to take the kids and play. He loves his children so much…and it’s so easy to see. This is what’s sexy to me.

I need to mention that this Father’s Day is also our 7th Anniversary.  I definately don’t have the rumored “7 year itch” people sometimes talk about. I know what’s out there, I’ve seen it. I’m more than pleased with my selection in marriage, and sometimes I wonder why I deserve him.

Of course other times I remind him of why he deserves me!

Happy Everything Honey. Thanks for putting up with this rambuncious family.


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Bubba had PNEUMONIA, which is sad yet liberating. I’m telling you, a mom knows when her child is sick. The Doctor looked surprised when he told me his diagnosis. Probably because Bubba was running around the room acting like a normal 20 month old.

I’m grateful for doctor’s and modern day medicine. But I’d REALLY be grateful if all three kids would stay healthy for our upcoming vacation at the RANCH! So cross your fingers for me.

Other thoughts on my brain today are that Rosie O’Donnell/Elizabeth Hasselback feud.  I can honestly say that I see both sides, but it just reaffirms my belief that I don’t like to discuss politics with friend, co-workers, anyone really. I couldn’t last on a show like that because I would take everything so personally. I have my beliefs, you have yours. I believe people are entitled to their opinion. I enjoy hearing both sides of the story. What I don’t like is an individual being made to fell stupid of ignorant for their opinion.  And you are certainly not going to change how I believe by making me feel that way.

I have had close friends who’s views have been on opposite ends of the spectrum. I’m happy to say we still remain friends, there are just things we don’t talk about. 

The older I get the more I enjoy my little comfort bubble. That scares me to admit. It makes me feel like I’m even older than my 30 years. But when I’m out with a group where I’m completely in the minority, especially when the subject of politics or religion comes up, I just don’t have the fire that I used to. I’m not as willing to throw myself under the train so to speak.

I know it’s because I’ve been sheltered for the last 8 years. I’ve become too comfortable making the same types of friends.  

It’s Memorial Day, my poor Husband is working, my kids are running wild. At least I have managed to feed them two meals thus far.  I knew the day started out poorly when I wanted to sleep till 11 am.

So maybe on Memorial Day I need to say something about people that have past and are dear to me.

To my little brother Derek, I hope some day I have the chance to get to know you. Maybe you were the one sibling in the family that wasn’t as stubborn as an ox. Maybe you would have brought a certain peace into our home of ruffians. I don’t know. But I hope someday I’ll find out.

To my Uncle Bill, you had a really cool collection of vinyl’s. I’m sure we would have jammed together.

Of course my grandparents and great-grandparents that I’ve had the privilege of knowing. Thanks for forging the way. It couldn’t have been easy. But in a way I envy those days. They sound simpler in so many ways. We have too many decisions to make in these times.

So that’s about it for today. There is no structure to be found in this post. But that’s okay. It is Monday afterall. Monday and I have never been friendly with one another.

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Jane is featuring an old photo every Thursday. I love it. I think it’s hilarious, and of course all those fun memories make me smile!


I’m so impressed with us here, Bachelor Bro, in the background, front row is Sunshine Girl, Me, and Kiki (who also poses as Literary Geek) we wanted to play Indians because we got a tee-pee from my Aunt. We hung blankets all around the room that would create the proper ambiance. And in my hand you’ll notice I’m holding a hand made hatchet! Out of tinfoil! Those are also handmade bows out of twigs and yarn. Love this! I only hope my kids will grow up to play like this!


Pictured: All of my living siblings, taken about 15 years ago. Far left Bachelor Bro speak no evil, Sunshine girl see no evil, Kiki (Literary Geek) hear no evil, Weirdo Bro smell no evil, and lil’ Meg decided to go hear no evil as well. I happened to be taking the photo. As you can see, we have an odd sense of humor!

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My Mom

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I love my family. (My Dad, and me, Mom, Sunshine Girl and Weirdo Bro)

I come from a wonderful mom. I’m glad she didn’t know what a handful we would be as she bore all seven of us. 

I know everyone thinks their mom is the best…and I’m sure they are. But my mom is the best for US. There is no one else who could handle such prideful, stubborn, emotional spirits. And I say that with love because I’m one of the worst when it comes to those qualities.

As I have mentioned, I’m the second of seven children.  I grew up secretly idolozing my mom. When someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I always replied “a mom.” Like, Duh! Doesn’t every girl want to be a mom? And I wanted to marry my Dad because he was the hansomest, funniest man I knew.

Mom made motherhood look very natural.  I knew we were a challenge, and sometimes she was frustrated, but we always felt that she was happy being our mom.

Mom loves Dad. Simple yet true. And he loves her.

Both my parents are the best examples of service and love. They love us unconditionally, they never give up on their kids, and they would give us all they had if we asked them.

Thanks Mom, for putting up with me.  Thanks for all the lectures in the den.  For the nights when you somehow knew I was sneaking out. For always packing my lunch through my senior year. Especially when I was a vegetarian who hated peanut butter and jelly and you would make those “cheese sandwhiches” for me. Cheese between two pieces of bread. That was what I liked.  Thanks for driving me to and from dance, 5 days a week, which took 2 hours a day, and supporting that habit.  Thanks for encouraging my love of drama, for feeding us all the musicals we could watch, for not letting us watch T.V. during the week, for moving out to the little town that as a teen I couldn’t wait to leave, but now find myself hoping my kids will get a piece of.  Thanks for being a good wife.  For late nights typing out my research papers at the last minute.  Thanks for taking care of yourself.  I still need to learn how to do that.

I know it’s cheesy, but you really are THE BEST for us. And you know no one else on this earth could have handled your children. They would have thrown the towel in long ago. I know I can speak for all my siblings when I say we love you.

xoxo~ your nerds

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I smile.

I really do.

Things that make me smile?

When I ask my husband “will you do something for me?”

and he replies “I’d do anything for you.”


my gals…

My girls

totally smiling.

Costco sized shopping carts where all kids chill while I spend to my hearts content…

Costco sized shopping carts

oh yeah, that makes me smile.

my private stash of never ending goodness…

my candy

just try to wipe this grin off my face!

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Literary Geek

I want to make a “shout out” to my little sis, who I convinced to start blogging. She’s going to be writing about the books she’s reading as an English Major over at the University of Queensland, in Australia. So check her out if you want to read what an English major or just reminisce about college days.

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Scotty hotty

Sara  inspired the contest and Chris brought on this next bit so blame her!

Hubby’s a hotty
He looks like a teenager
I don’t think that’s bad

He puts up with me
Never hesitates to change
A dirty diaper

It’s hard work being “the man”
Thanks for everything

Really what I want to ask is for a cheesy Haiku on why your husband is the most beautiful.

Tag you’re it…and pictures if you dare!

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