tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148675422011-04-21T17:42:33.779-04:00Sometimes it's considered a good day, if we're all just dressed by the time we hear the garage door open at 6 o'clock.Addienoreply@blogger.comBlogger3391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-28543597456296892302007-08-23T12:09:00.000-04:002007-08-23T13:03:59.140-04:00

Alright, this blog is officially dead. If you'd still like my new site address feel free to e-mail me.

Addienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-2924323095915143372007-08-08T14:30:00.001-04:002007-08-08T14:31:59.495-04:00

I apologize, but I have evacuated the premises here. You can now find me over here.

Addienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-31151953309231990222007-07-02T16:11:00.000-04:002007-07-02T16:31:57.250-04:00

I know, based on my last post, that you are waiting eagerly for some sappy birthday post, but I'm going to make you work to read it. I'm moving my blog over here. Only the address has changed, the mediocre content that you have come to know and love, well, um, come to know, will still be there.

Addienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-28115501331649358432007-06-15T15:16:00.000-04:002008-12-10T08:26:43.304-05:00

I'm busy,busy,shockingly busy,Much, much to busy for you.But I haven't been to busy for these guys...Girls at the petting farm:My class this week for VBS jr. (for ages pre-k & K):(In those last two photos, the girl in the orange backward baseball cap is Sporty. She was an assistant teacher in our class this week, and she did such a great job. It was so fun to serve along side her!)The next week

Addienoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-52140137245174266122007-06-05T11:07:00.000-04:002007-06-05T13:46:58.035-04:00

I have the potty chair, and a stack of board books set up neatly in the downstairs bathroom. She said poopy to me yesterday while pulling at her clean diaper!!! She doesn't even turn two for another few weeks. PROD-I-GEE!!The reality? That chair will hold a thick layer of dust before it will EVER see it's first deposit.We will attend our church's monthly praise night tomorrow evening. It's

Addienoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-18085416058160783482007-05-31T11:30:00.001-04:002007-05-31T15:02:25.496-04:00

... I just want you to think we do.I used to be a lot more open and transparent when I started this blog. Reading here daily, you would see the good, the bad, and the frighteningly ugly. Because quite honestly, that's what life is made up of, and anyone who tells you their life is otherwise, is either naively floating down the river of denial or they hope you're just a little bit dumb.However,

Addienoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-5353350242531583822007-05-29T23:08:00.000-04:002007-05-30T01:29:11.678-04:00

"... (gold) fish are jumpin', and the cotton (candy) is high."We've settled in quite nicely to our summertime groove. That is, if by groove you mean pj's till 2pm. We might try to cram a bit of activity in around here every once in awhile, like a walk to the mailbox, or a drive to the bank. By nature though I'm a homebody, and just the thought of getting dressed and leaving the house makes me

Addienoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-76045717027302301772007-05-25T00:36:00.001-04:002007-05-25T02:33:16.849-04:00

I took a picture of you today, out on the sidewalk, with your daddy dad.It was your last day in First Grade, and having a vague understanding that the days are indeed slipping away from us, we wanted to capture it as best we could. Now, obviously, taking the photo, I knew logically that there was a difference between the first day of school and the last day, yet, I was not even remotely prepared

Addienoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-69007606574086190052007-05-23T17:15:00.000-04:002008-12-10T08:26:44.143-05:00

The last week has been crazy busy. We've had family stay with us, a romantic overnight, a friends Bar-B-Que competition, two soccer games, Ben gone overnight, a mysterious leak in the basement and a momma who is crazy tired. Add to that all of the toy throwing, food messes, and laundry creation and it's no wonder I haven't blogged in awhile. So now is the perfect time to respond to a tag from

Addienoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-38972236640522231552007-05-15T13:56:00.000-04:002007-05-16T12:20:02.660-04:00

About a month ago, I was asked if Ben and I would help out with a little performance satire to end out the MOPS year. After some convincing, Ben agreed, and we just had to decided what exactly we were going to do. The skit was a spoof of "The View", and we were to be the musical entertainment at the end of the show. They suggested something along the lines of Sonny and Cher, but since Ben

Addienoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-40289446623906300192007-05-08T13:43:00.000-04:002007-05-08T15:36:04.772-04:00

Sometimes, I think I am terribly clever when I'm cryptic, and then later realize that you might have a completely different impression of my reality based on what I wrote.So, in an effort to be perfectly clear, the discussion of 'peer pressure' from the previous post, thankfully did not require me to remember any afterschool specials or Nancy Reagan's "Just Say No" campaign. Heavens, no. But it

Addienoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-17419830454009920432007-05-07T19:33:00.000-04:002007-05-07T21:11:34.073-04:00

Never write a post wherein you issue a challenge to your parenting abilities, unless you are ready to meet that challenge WITHIN HOURS of publishing said post. Phone calls, ruined play-dates, and the necessity for a mother/daughter discussion about 'peer pressure' will take place at a Sonic picnic table while drinking a strawberry limeade.I'm just sayin'....

Addienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-28782245258576306532007-05-07T11:15:00.000-04:002007-05-07T15:25:22.878-04:00

"Worrying about your kids is sanity, and being that sane... can drive you nuts."Yesterday afternoon, I went upstairs to the quiet of our bedroom to just chill out for a little bit. I flipped on the tv, and came across one of my FAV-O-RITE mother/daughter movies ever. EVER.Spanglish. I just love the writing."So tell me again why I can't call him on his cell again?""Besides that he turned it off

Addienoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-11742494202319229802007-05-04T13:07:00.000-04:002007-05-04T18:48:39.417-04:00

If you're a momma, go enter here. 5 Minutes for Mom is having contests for all sorts of fun prizes that you won't want to miss out on. It's not even necessary to have a blog of your own to enter. And don't think for a moment that they've cleaned out their closets and attics for the prizes. This is not their old Lancome freebies or beenie babies leftover from Aunt Murtha's prized collection

Addienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-19618747347156538992007-05-02T21:24:00.000-04:002008-12-10T08:26:46.129-05:00

Boomama tagged me with this little purse meme today, and since it's been a long, looong time since I've been tagged for anything, I was more than a little excited. I'm always up for using the camera to capture those moments that I will care about for years hours and hours to come. (rabbit trail - I'll tell my family about cute things the kids did, or big moments in their lives like school

Addienoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-3161370150086826452007-04-30T23:51:00.000-04:002007-05-01T00:08:22.127-04:00

In order to get Beta Blogger I had to get a gmail account. So my friend Keelie invited me, and I jumped in. At first I didn't use it at all, but then I thought, why not put it on my blog to kind of keep it separate from my other e-mail. I'm not sure why I thought this was a good idea, but it certainly did the trick. It was separate from my regular e-mail account. So separate in fact that I

Addienoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-78806354602870733102007-04-30T09:58:00.000-04:002007-04-30T12:34:58.171-04:00

A couple of months before we got married, Ben moved in with some friends of ours. His room mate, Brian, had just gotten married to my pal Bek, and for some reason they thought Ben would infringe on their space. I know, go figure. ;-) Since our own wedding date was still weeks away, Ben moved in with Tom and Mindy to save a little cash. He wasn't the first young guy to crash at their place ..

Addienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-47969413909501552202007-04-27T10:05:00.001-04:002007-04-27T11:37:57.091-04:00

Ben has long been the one with the power to embarrass. When we were dating and newlyweds, and out with friends, it was his sheer joy to get me to cringe, blush, or slap his arm and say in a shocked voice, "BEN!" Now that we have kids, I have ceased to be the main target. (although, I'm taking a big risk of potential retribution after this post. I might have just woke a sleeping giant.) One

Addienoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-41304607883532154172007-04-24T09:42:00.000-04:002008-12-10T08:26:46.353-05:00

Yesterday was just one of those mornings where you knew from the moment you popped open your eyes that it was going to be crazy.Especially if the moment you pop open your eyes is 6 AM. And if the reason you pop open your eyes is that your 22 month old daughter is shoving an empty bowl in your face and saying "cee-do! cee-do!" (cereal)To be truthful, I was a little grateful for her sweet wake-up

Addienoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-67370753383186244432007-04-20T12:31:00.000-04:002008-12-10T08:26:48.219-05:00

I'm not one of those people that has a wallet full of pictures of my kids. In fact, should you open my wallet, the only photo you will find is a very poor drivers license photo of myself, in which I clearly should have applied more eye make-up and perhaps I fudged just a tad in the weight section of the information. (I think the rule is that if you were that weight at one time, then it's OK to

Addienoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-46941749465912310532007-04-18T09:47:00.000-04:002008-12-10T08:26:48.498-05:00

Internets, I promise I really am attempting to mentally exercise the bloggety section of my brain, but it would seem that it is indeed nothing at all like riding a bike. I have drafts in blogger, and drafts in my head that just don't seem to want to come together.Potential post range from how my 22 month old might be so seriously addicted to toilets (and the whole playing-in-thereof) that I'm

Addienoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-32774050804697413962007-03-23T21:57:00.000-04:002007-04-30T12:45:34.421-04:00

Hi...my name is Addie. I'm a lazy blogger.Seriously...I've hijacked this blog so you could all know she's doing fine. Life has been extremely busy for her with in-laws coming back from the middle east and just keeping up with three little women and one big dude. If you're just dying to know what's going on with Add, you can at least check out her husbands blog here. Yes he's no "Life With

Addienoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-70160119016055502212007-02-19T19:11:00.000-05:002008-12-10T08:26:50.030-05:00

I wanted to tell you about this last week, but before I got started, I thought I'd make the kids a peanut butter sandwich. You know, a PB&S sandwich.... I don't know how much fun YOU had on Friday night, but unless it involved the words 'stool' and 'sample', and the subsequent collection thereof, I just don't think you'll be able to top our evening.So, before the vengeful Montezuma struck our

Addienoreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-78006398584311410522007-02-13T10:44:00.000-05:002007-02-13T16:48:18.758-05:00

*Warning - Post does not appear larger in your mirror, it's just really, really long.I'm supposed to be in Bible Study right now, but it snowed here. Lots and lots. So Bible Study and school have been canceled. And while we're all currently still happily clad in our PJ's, I am counting down the minutes until I hear "Mom, can we go outside?". At which time, I will spend approximately an hour

Addienoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-70477814640114429472007-02-08T12:51:00.000-05:002007-06-15T21:51:16.118-04:00

I just wanted to take a moment and give you a little update on my in-laws who have followed the call of God and moved to the middle east almost a year ago, in order to offer aid and the hope of Christ. They will be returning to the states very soon, and we are SO, COMPLETELY, BOUNCE OFF THE WALLS, EXCITED around here, we're about to burst!I have to say though that I'm a little nervous about

Addienoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-25284196084697061472007-02-08T12:17:00.000-05:002007-02-08T13:48:14.026-05:00

Some amazing women are finalist at the Share The Love Awards.Go find some new reads, and vote for some fantastic bloggers.Thanks a bunch Heather and Congratulations Girls!!!Oh, and my friend Shalee had a fantastic plan to collect some cheap date ideas from around bloggetyville. Sadly I had none to offer, but now that she's collected them all, I have about 50! And you can too. Go here.

Addienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-53746286462786841562007-02-05T12:04:00.000-05:002008-12-10T08:26:51.904-05:00

If you still see a [!] sign next to your subscription in bloglines, go here for an explanation.Posh has been potty trained for a little while now. However, every once in awhile, we just don't make it to the bathroom in time. (I can't really blame the child, she comes by it honestly. I still have a regrettable memory of me perched high atop the big metal slide on the playground, where I

Addienoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-43180301548137447122007-02-02T13:12:00.000-05:002007-02-02T13:14:44.905-05:00

About 2/3's of my subscribers are currently seeing this [!] symbol next to my blog in bloglines. If you are one of them, go ahead and unsubscribe to that feed, and subscribe to the one below instead:http://aabusaada.blogspot.com/atom.xmlThanks to a suggestion from Mommy Dearest, I have e-mailed bloglines with the problem, so we'll see if it can be corrected.Thanks!

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Jeana commented yesterday to congratulate me on my Share the Love Nomination.What? Really?So I went over there to see what craziness she was referring to. What one earth would someone think to nominate me for? I know for a fact that there are no category for things like "Woman who looks fabulous in a 10 year old pair of sweatpants" or "Mother most likely to find a sippy cup with curdled milk

Addienoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-54101332603895831302007-01-31T14:19:00.000-05:002008-12-10T08:26:52.058-05:00

Well I switched to the new Blogger this week, naively assuming that since it is no longer called "Beta", they've tested and worked out all the kinks.Not so. Somehow one of the links to my site has gone bad in bloglines. The one that most people are subscribed to of course.So if you subscribe to me, and have jumped over here wondering why all you see is that little [!] sign next to my blog ...

Addienoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-81526893527524538612007-01-31T03:02:00.000-05:002008-12-10T08:26:52.524-05:00

One of the benefits of having your Mom as your hairstylists is that she makes house calls. And in a house of four women, I think a hairstylists in the family is A LOT better than a doctor.So, Mom came on Monday with her goody bag, and took care of some business. When she was all done, Baby Spice was ready for her turn. She climbed up on the chair, and with her very, VERY, limited vocabulary,

Addienoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-75449837960675152482007-01-31T03:01:00.000-05:002007-01-30T23:46:06.347-05:00

Conversation yesterday with Posh:P: "Mom, I'm thirsty."Me: "K, what do you want to drink?"P: "I want some milk!"Me: "OK"P: "But I'm allergic to cat milk."I guess it's true what they say. You really can milk anything with....

Addienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-2309992654275595022007-01-30T15:39:00.000-05:002008-12-10T08:26:52.729-05:00

"When you argue with reality, you lose - but only 100% of the time." --Byron KatieGod knew what he was doing when he gave me Sporty.My oldest daughter is a lot like me. A LOT.When I was a kid, I mostly played with stuffed animals rather than baby dolls. I was mortified when my friend Susan convinced me to take a walk down our street with our babies in their strollers. "What if someone sees us

Addienoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1169676965888044992007-01-24T16:58:00.000-05:002007-01-24T17:39:14.283-05:00

The young offspring of the much feared Count Chocula seemed quite pleased with herself after a long yet successful night on the prowl.Those chocolate chip cookies never stood a chance!

Addienoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1169185550858910412007-01-18T23:13:00.000-05:002007-01-19T01:33:34.450-05:00

I only ask for one morning a week. Not even a full day. Just one little 15 minute drive to church.All week long I listen to kids music. Theirs isn't bad music really. In fact it very often moves and humbles me. But by the time Sunday rolls around, I feel a little entitled to some adult forms of worship on the way to church. I mean I have just alligator wrestled three grouchy little girls

Addienoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1168958166373622872007-01-16T09:32:00.000-05:002007-04-30T12:48:40.025-04:00

Today is your opportunity to go here and do a world of good for only $1.50. Boomama has made it EXTREMELY easy.I'm in ... are you?

Addienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1168884080971104452007-01-15T11:31:00.000-05:002007-01-15T13:18:17.143-05:00

I met Boomama back when her tagline "Read by tens of people daily" was a little more of an accurate statement. Her first e-mail to me, was such an encouragement, that I was blown away by this stranger reaching out to me, and praying for me and my church body as we went into a big transition. Since then, I've found my smile every morning by reading her while drinking my coffee, and I was not at

Addienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1168546541711844872007-01-11T13:10:00.000-05:002007-04-30T12:34:25.980-04:00

My friend Bekah and I have been friends since high school. She's just about the closest thing to a sister that I've had (you know, without all that family baggage). Besides knowing and understanding most of my quirks and hang-ups, she also has a lot of experience in the full-time ministry department. Not only is she a bonafide PK (pastor's kid) she's also an official MK (missionary's kid). As

Addienoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1168457239992990122007-01-10T13:46:00.000-05:002007-04-30T12:44:39.514-04:00

Do you remember when I told you about how Sporty had her first slumber party last month with a couple of friends, and how listening to them giggle and whisper in the dark made my heart want to just burst into a million tiny fragments at how sweet and innocent they were?Oh, and do you remember when I told you the funny story about how the hot water faucet in our shower broke the morning that we

Addienoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1165336042653241552006-12-05T09:57:00.000-05:002007-04-30T12:37:00.305-04:00

It was only 10am, and the living room floor was buried in a mass of boxes and shredded paper, there were enough toys lying about to fill an FAO Schwarz, and the kids pretty much didn't know what to do with themselves. Later in the day when more relatives (and more presents) came, that's almost all it was. more.In fact last year was the year of 'more'. And yet, quite possibly it was the year

Addienoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1164759000357268332006-11-28T19:01:00.000-05:002007-04-30T12:42:25.139-04:00

Boneless Chicken Breast: $5.50Head of Cauliflower: $3.00Asian Crunch Salad Mix: $2.50Listening to whining, complaining and fighting while you try to throw dinner together: ExasperatingHaving your eldest daughter grab a nearby framed photo of you and say, "Look mom, here's what you look like without a frown.": Humbling. Very, very humbling.I had a choice to either change my attitude or

Addienoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1164478095235410782006-11-26T23:54:00.000-05:002007-04-30T12:39:04.771-04:00

I didn't think the concept of hijacking could be so pleasant, but having my man hijack my blog on my birthday was a wonderful surprise and I enjoyed all the birthday LUV I felt in the comments section! Thank you! You were all part of a great day that included gray hair removal, thoughtful gifts from Daddy and his girls, dinner and conversation alone with my man, and a babysitter that actually

Addienoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1164126259636169162006-11-21T11:21:00.000-05:002007-04-30T12:45:50.811-04:00

Hello Life W/Little Women readers! I've hijacked this blog to let you all know that today's Add's B-day. Where has she been? Why hasn't she blogged at all lately? Where are you Addie? Everyone wants to know!By the way...you have like the coolest husband ever!Happy B-day Addie! Addieos!

Addienoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1162920336292919352006-11-07T11:06:00.000-05:002007-04-30T12:39:04.772-04:00

My deep thoughts for the day: (These are most definitely NOT presented in order of importance.)1. I'm just a little concerned that one of my favorite new shows has the tagline "Save the Cheerleader, Save the World." Not that I have anything against cheerleaders mind you, I just wonder how the conversation went in the Heroes writer room when that line was thrown out. I'm not really a visionary

Addienoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1162399917369511522006-11-01T11:32:00.000-05:002007-04-30T12:42:25.141-04:00

Twice this season I have referred to a pumpkin as a punkin. It was completely unintentional, and both times it was uttered in adult conversations. Now, as a child, "punkin" was the nickname that my daddy used to call me. That may be sort of cute as a memory, but not so much when you are just talking with your friends about the savings on punkins at your local Wal-mart.Sigh.Anyway, my friend,

Addienoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1161787359698253042006-10-25T09:59:00.000-04:002006-10-25T11:48:04.246-04:00

Yesterday morning my friend Bekah brought her 4 yr. old son, J, over for a little bit so that she could get her hair done. About half the time that J comes over to play, he's wearing some sort of costume. Yesterday he was a red power ranger. So J, the power ranger, accompanied us to Posh's annual check-up. While we may not have been inconspicuous at the Dr's office, we were at least well

Addienoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1161111426644920822006-10-17T13:24:00.000-04:002007-04-30T12:48:06.466-04:00

A couple of years ago, our pastor was teaching on priorities ... Biblical priorities. (At least I think it was a couple of years ago. My memory, however, is a little hazy when it comes to timing and dates and such. I know for sure I'm pretty sure I was a mom at the time of the series, so that would mean it was sometime in the last 6 and a half years. give or take.) Anyway, he said something

Addienoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1160029742680714682006-10-05T01:40:00.000-04:002007-04-30T12:46:22.764-04:00

A little secret about my husband ... he LOVES himself some Star Wars. OK, so that's no secret to those of you that know him, but I have now just shared that little detail with the whole WWW, and quite honestly, I'm a little concerned that you might look at me just a tad differently now. For the sake of our dignity, I will not divulge how deep this obsession interest goes, but suffice it to say,

Addienoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1159890247905484642006-10-03T11:21:00.000-04:002007-04-30T12:46:37.567-04:00

Earlier today I picked up the phone and dialed my husband's cell phone number. As he picked up I realized that what I was calling him over was completely ridiculous.Me - "Hey, I have no idea why I'm calling you over this .... it's really silly."Him - "It's OK, what's up?"Me - "Well, I know that I told you that I could make white chili for dinner tonight, but I think I better use the meat I had

Addienoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14867542.post-1159377399562818672006-09-27T12:43:00.000-04:002007-04-30T12:42:25.142-04:00

I understand that you miss me. Six years ago I happily received your stack of papers daily, gobbling up details from the outside world. As a new stay-at-home mom, you gave my slowly devolving mommy brain some different things to do besides calculate how many days worth of diapers I had left until the next store run. It was you who introduced me to my friend Sudoku, and for that I will always

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These might just be worth a penny. Just a few of the thoughts rolling around in my head right now.Ramadan.Sunday marked the beginning of Ramadan, the 30 day Islamic holiday. But why am I telling you what it is ... I mean you already know, don't you. I find it funny that while growing up, for all I knew, Ramadan was a new flavor for Ramen Noodles. No one talked about Ramadan. Few had heard of

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This morning I slept in until 8:30 (thanks hon) and I've stayed in my PJ's all day. I've made potato soup, and watched Sweet Home Alabama. (I was even completely alone as I watched the end so that I could freely smile from ear to ear and sigh as they kissed in the rain.) Right now the only other person in the house is sleeping ... the others are gone. I'm sitting at my computer, next to open

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In case you were not yet convince that I am superficial ...What I loved about last night's episode:-Addie's dryer buzzes and she pulls out the lone pair of undies. Folds them neatly and puts them in a ziploc. The neuroticness of that is so appealing.-Callie cooking and being honest with McVet about how they are all socially inept. ("I'm the girl eating her hair in the back of the class.")-

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By the way, "Hi my name is Addie, and I blog here sometimes."So this week has been crazy, therefore the lack of postage that is going on. And it's not letting up anytime soon. We have a group coming over here to hang out tomorrow night and the house is not even near ready for company. I've been out and about all week, and so the things on my home To Do list have not even been attempted. They

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Lauren tagged Sporty and I for this very cute kid interview meme! I had seen it on a couple of other blogs, and I was looking forward to doing it with her. Thanks again Lauren! It was fun to do! (And when you're done here, go over and check out Lauren's kids answers. I ALWAYS find such encouragement when I read Lauren's blog. It's not just another funny blog (although it is funny), she's

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O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!Chick-fil-A has finally opened today!Yup, here in the Kansas City Suburbs, we have never known the pleasure of having a real Chick-fil-A as one of our dining options. Today, that has officially changed!Now I just have to decide if I want to brave the lines, just to check it out! Oh, I SOooOOOoo want to! Perhaps my car will magically take me there while I'm out

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My mother called it a few weeks ago, Lukas Won!How on earth did my mother come to like this show, let alone be able to call who was going to win? Last time I checked, her favorite performers were Tina Turner and UB40. (Yes, I'm afraid you will currently find CD's for both in her car.)I REALLY wish I could have been a fly on the wall while my mom was watching this show!Not surprisingly, it is A

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UPDATE - Tasha came through the surgery yesterday just fine and is currently in recovery. She will hopefully be able to go home tomorrow. Thanks again for all your prayers!Did I forget to pass on some EXCITING news??? Shame on me, for not shouting it from the rooftops (or blogtops as it were)Do you remember when I introduced my friend Marie? (Which by the way, have you noticed that her blog

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The horrors of that day, are forever etched upon my heart.There are no words, only memories.Photo: AP

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Hmm. What was that I just said?Excerpt from previous post -I realize that I have a crazy house that a one year old has strewn clothing, a bottle of vegetable oil from the pantry, and toys and books all over. And a disgusting kitchen that I was never able to clean up during the day. And always, ALWAYS, mountains of laundry. And so I find myself at midnight, up and trying to get something

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My good friend Shalee is asking me to share some weird things about me. And since a couple of months ago I shared a few of my weird habits, today I will share just some random weirdness in my life right now.1. I got excited over some cheap gossip. I know that sounds really bad, so let me clarify. While standing in line at the grocery store on Saturday, I saw that this week's issue of OK

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My sister-in-law Farah is here for the weekend. I love that she's here. And not just because she took the girls downstairs to play this morning and told me to sleep in. OH YES SHE DID! But what I love most, is the talking. And sister, can we do some talking! And earlier this morning, when I was feeling quite rested thank you very much, we were talking about how unfortunate it is, that some

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My friend Bekah and I have been friends since high school. We shared a sarcastic sense of humor and a love for theater, but not much else. What else do ultra dramatic, very sarcastic people really need in order to bond for life though, right?Her favorite clothing store was the thrift store. And if the thrift store would have had a section labeled "ugly bright orange colored clothing", she would

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For the record, I feel completely inadequate to write this post. Marine Cpl Richard "Ricky" Bennett, died in Iraq on May 30, 2006, just two short months after arriving there.Bennett received his Automotive Technician Degree from Pittsburg State University in 2002, and enlisted in the Marines on May 10, 2004. The former Boy Scout, member of the National Honor Society, and motorcycle enthusiast

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A few weeks ago, I flew for the first time in a looonng time. It might have even been since before 9/11, but I'm not sure. (Ben, with his superior memory, will be able to tell me for sure.) So there were a few security measures that I was unfamiliar with. And I had some questions, like "Um, do I really need to take my flip flops off and walk on this nasty airport carpet?" Unfortunately, the

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Thirteen Things I Could Say ... But Won't.__________ really needs to learn to ___________.__________ would be better off if they ___________.__________ should not be ____________.__________ is a ____________.__________ has a problem with ___________.Why doesn't _________ do more _____________?__________ should be more like ___________.__________ drives me batty.__________ really needs to start _

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I have recently realized that I have something in common with Madonna. Thankfully, it's something that I can share on a family friendly blog. You know how awhile back she moved to London, and somehow in the midst of purchasing a new home, she also acquired a new unique accent? A kind of British/American hybrid? You might say it's a faux-cent. You know how that annoys all of us to no end?

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It all began with a nice idea to make dinner for some friends that just had a baby.It ended with me laughing so hard, my eyes were watering as I kept repeating "Just one block! It was just one more block!" And I might have also gasped the words, "If she didn't read my blog ... this would SOOO be going on the blog!" (It would appear that I have since amended this decision.)In between the two,

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Last night, I had to chuckle, because I realized the majority of our meal, was thanks in large part to a couple of my favorite bloggers. At the suggestion of Robin, we had the lime and tortilla crusted tilapia. Oh WOW!!! It was so good! It's from Costco, it's already breaded and seasoned, and you just stick it in the oven for about 30 minutes. Yummers! And as a side, I used a recommendation from

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Around here, it's considered early to be up before 7 AM. Well, sometime around 6:15 or 6:20 (My eyes were blurry when I looked at the clock) I awoke to see Sporty's face directly in front of mine. "Mom, it's time to get up!" I forced her to climb into bed, to give me a few more moments, but about every 10 minutes or so, she started to panic that we were running late.I'm not sure which I prefer

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I knew I DID NOT want to pay $500 - $1500 for one, but I REALLY REALLY wanted one. So, I trusted it to God, and somehow I just knew he was going to give this one to me. And on Sunday, just as a big rain was about to bust through and make our outdoor world a lot more bearable to live in around here, IT arrived, thanks to the generosity of Mark and Chris B. So since the Thunderstorm, the last

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Well, I've really been enjoying my blog break. If by break you mean: still reading everyone else, but rarely commenting and never writing anything of my own. Otherwise, I guess you could say, that I'm just not writing. Although ... here I am, so I guess that's over too. I was a little afraid I wouldn't know what to say, but, so far so good. (BTW, go check out Lauren's post yesterday on

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If you haven't done so already, check out my previous post on a little writing contest over at Everyday Mommy. However, please be forewarned, the post you are presently reading, is not writing contest material. In fact, I'm not sure it's even decent reading material, but it's my blog, so there!Do you see that? Do you see how snipey I am. I just said "so there!" to you . For shame. I have

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Something Katherine, the DYM, said in a post titled "7 Things I Realized I Already New", has got me thinking. She said:If I Write, I Am a Writer. End of Story.I loved this thought! I let myself become intimidated way to often. I blog simply because I like to write. I have no intention of making any money, it is simply a joy for me to do. And sometimes I write things that I'm actually proud

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Megan, over at Half Pint House, tagged me for this fun little meme. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I thought I'd do it in pictures. (With a few smattering of words thrown in for good measure.) To view Megan's Five Things, go here.Five Things in my Freezer:Frozen bananas for banana bread. (they may look all brown and nasty, but I think the freezer makes them taste even more

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To keep a vow does not mean to keep from breaking it. If that were the case, marriage vows would be broken the day they were made. This is where a vow differs from a mere promise or resolution. A resolution, once broken, must either be forgotten or made again. But a vow retains its power and validity irrespective of conduct. It is not like the signing of a legal contract and not like any

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Can't think ... brain fried.My husband left town with the youth group for a few days on Thursday, and wouldn't you know it, the air conditioning quit on Friday. That's the second time it's done that in a month!On Friday afternoon, I was a crazy woman. C-R-A-Z-Y! The words "Too hot to live"*, might have passed my lips once or 200 times. (By Friday at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I was

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A walking, talking, breathing, human oxymoron. That's what I am.Two things you should know about me to understand this a little better.1) I'm a ham. Throw me out on a stage, with hundreds of people watching, give me a microphone and I will belt out a tune, or act like a goof. In fact a few weeks ago, I did both. I acted like a cheese in a short skit that also had me singing a verse of "

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Just heard that Addison's open heart surgery is over. And she is doing well! Praise God. Please continue to pray as she recovers. You can go over to her grandma's site, and see some more prayer requests regarding her recovery. And I'm sure her mom will be updating the whole world wide web soon.

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Baby Addison may not be big, but she's going in for big surgery today. And our prayers are going with her. (To find out more about this beautiful princess, head on over to my friend Sarah's blog, who also just happens to be her momma, and make yourself comfortable. That woman knows how to write and God has given her a heap lot of wisdom to share.)

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1 Tired and Unmotivated Mother+1 Very Girly and Very Active 3 year old=

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Lori is analyzing it. Boomama is contemplating it. Shannon has questioned it. Carol has addressed it. And Jeana is a little weird about it. (We women are nothing if not communicative.)What is this "It" of which I speak? Blogging etiquette. And if you look at Shannon's posts on it, you'll see that there are as many different opinions on it, as there are mommy bloggers in the land of

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She is nothing if not consistent.Around here, we know what to expect when Little Posh (3 yr) says 'Grace' over dinner. It is the same prayer each and every time it is said. The line we are particularly fond of, comes directly after, "Dear God, thank you for this food..." We know it's coming, and we take comfort in that. Because, there are obviously strong urges within our child that only the

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Come on in! Can I offer you some tea, or a soda? (Yes, I did blur out my street number there. That's not an odd stain next to the door. It's not that I don't trust you. I do. I trust you and you and you way over there. But you back in the corner? Sorry, but your just a little to shifty looking.)Here's my kitchen. I LOVE my kitchen. (except for the grapevine stencil around the ceiling.

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Jeana likes me! And to prove her complete and utter 'like' of me, she's given me this lovely bobble head award to proudly display on my sidebar. To think that I have been deemed worthy of the coveted bobble head ... well, there are no words!And this works out well, because I like her too! She makes me laugh, Every. Single. Day! Like when she illustrated for us how to be a hot mama! Or the

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I feel Momma Muffet's pain. I'm pretty sure she sighed when her little girl came running and screaming to her. And possibly said, with just a bit of sarcasm, "Really? A spider came and sat down beside you? You mean, right down beside you? Well no wonder you came running to me!" Then stifled the urge to roll her eyes.My girls spent an hour wailing downstairs in the playroom, where they had

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Go over to my husband's blog if you are interested in an update on his parents. He has posted a portion of their most recent blog post, and it is so encouraging to read. Although, I have to say that the picture of all of them sitting at the table to a Gen-U-Ine middle eastern meal has me a little jealous. And if my mother-in-law was learning a few things in the kitchen, they must be good.

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Hi, this is Baby Spice! (Yup that's me up there. I know, I know I'm beautiful. It's a curse really.) I'm 13 mos. old and I've hijacked my mommy's blog today. Baby Jane thinks I might have something valuable to say, and, well of course, she's right! Like me, she's one smart baby, so go see what she has to say too, if you get a chance.3 Things that scare me: Not to much scares me. Strangers?

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(Updated to add a few more prayer requests at the bottom)(Updated again to add one more ... my own)Life is a blessing.Every squalling child, because they are healthy enough to cry. Every pile of socks dropped on the floor, because it represents a husband who's present and participating in our lives. Every whiny child, because it means their life is so carefree that they have nothing better to

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Photo taken directly after my heart burstinto a million tiny little pieces.I hope you are able to treasure your families this weekend.

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I'm back, and I'm tired, but there is a smile plastered on my face and a warmth in my heart! I could NEVER do this trip justice with words, but I'm quite certain that it was a gift that God gave to us.I was reminded of this again before the trip even really began. Before dawn on Monday morning, I arrived at the airport 25 minutes before my flight, but was supposed to be there 30 minutes before.

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Because sometime on Thursday, when a child in my class asked to go to the bathroom, not 10 minutes after our last bathroom break, my brain just popped. It said 'no more' and promptly went into hibernation. If it were not for great help from Terah, Rebekah, and Kendra, I would have been found in the corner, babbling incoherently, and rocking back and forth.But it was a fantastic week!

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I absolutely adore all of you that I've met here in the land of Blog. That you actually sit and read the jibberish that I regularly type out, is nothing short of astounding. But the fact that a few of you out there think I'm someone you would actually enjoy sitting and having some coffee with ... well that just plain makes my day!!!So, come on over tomorrow morning, I'll make a little extra in

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Awhile back, I went to the KC bloggers luncheon where I met so many great bloggers. Antique Mommy was there. First, if you are not reading Antique Mommy, walk, don't run over there. She is HILARIOUS! But don't go right now, because well, you'll forget all about me once you start reading and then you'll never get to here what Works For Me. AM, as I'll call her now, shared with us the neatest

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My friend Rebekah and I have been friends since high school. She is one of the most faithful friends I have ever had. I don't honestly think Ben or I would be where we are today, without the friendship of her and her husband. Over the last 15 years of friendship, we have had our dry spells where for one reason or another, we have not been able to spend as much time together, yet WE ALWAYS pick

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I promise, I'm not this hoity-toity when drinking my soda from a can. I just happened to slam my pinky in the car door today after we came home from SBO. (Our version of VBS, for those of you that are a little old school.)You can't really tell here, but it's swollen, purple and IT HURTS!!! I'm trying to keep my typing down to a minimum. So, you are going to be getting the pictorial view of my

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Well maybe not 'showers', but all things considered ... there were quite a few!I woke up late for church, with a migraine. The blessings? The miracle of Excedrin, and children who actually slept late enough this morning, that I was able to easily recover.Then, as we drove to church, the transmission in my van went kapoot! The blessings? It 'blew out' at the top of a hill right next to an

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The other day, my three year old daughter slowly led me towards the bathroom, and the scene of the crime. Quietly she pointed towards blue ball point pen marks that were covering one section of our bathroom wall. I sighed, grabbed my Mr. Clean Magic Eraser, and the two of us set to work cleaning up her mess.At first I asked her to do it. Her feeble first attempt removed nothing off the wall.

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Thirteen of My Recent Thoughts On Potty TrainingWhy do they yell and scream every time you tell them to go sit on the toilet?It's not like you beat them with toilet paper in there.And if you did beat them with toilet paper, it's not like it would even hurt.And why is it that my first thought is rendered exempt when you're right smack dab in the middle of Wal-mart with a full cart?I LOVE the

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If you're anything like me, you have a lot of junk mail and kid paperwork that can build up on your dining room table. For the junk mail, you probably have a filing system very similar to mine. But the kids paperwork, can be little bit more tricky. What do you save, what do you pitch? Is their likeness, that was painstakingly created out of elbow macaroni more important than their attempts at

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