December 31, 2004
Happy New Year!!!
In a little bit, I'll be preparing some apptetizers for tonight. We'll be meandering over to our neighbors house which is a couple of doors down for a New Years Eve party. It should be fun. A lot more tame than in recent years but I'm looking forward to it. At least we won't have to worry about who the designated driver will be, AND, we don't have to be out on the roads with the other amateurs.
I've got some company coming in about and hour so I wanted to take this time to wish all of you a Happy New Year! Stay safe people. I want to see you back her next year reading my blog.
What will the rest of you be doing?
Posted by Moogie at 12:47 PM | Comments (6)
December 29, 2004
Pac Man and Frogger
Never try to take your children on in a game of Pac Man or Frogger after consuming a couple of Rum and Cokes. I'm not saying I did that.
I'm just saying.
Posted by Moogie at 09:06 PM | Comments (5)
And there was a blood curdling scream
I hate it when that happens. Don't you?
Seems a spider (daddy long legs) decided to drop in and pay my eldest a visit (on her stomache) when she was watching TV while laying on the couch.
I was sorting socks (shaddup)in the garage when I heard her scream.
I had the typical parental reaction. Stubbed my damn toe on the step into the house while making a mad dash to what was surely going to be a bloody scene.
Poor kid..she was really shook. I'm not making light of it, or fun of her. She's definitely her mother's daughter. I hate spiders.
Hell..she only screamed. I would have called 911.
Posted by Moogie at 07:53 PM | Comments (5)
Mouse Balls
This is an actual alert to IBM Field Engineers that went out to all IBM Branch Offices. The person who wrote it was very serious. The rest of us may find it rather humorous.
Abstract: Mouse Balls Available as FRU (Field Replacement Unit)
Mouse Balls are now available as FRU. Therefore, if a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may need a ball replacement. Because of the delicate nature of this procedure, replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly trained personnel.
Before proceeding, determine the type of mouse balls by examining the underside of the mouse.
Domestic balls will be harder and larger than foreign balls.
Ball removal procedures differ depending on the manufacturer of the mouse.
Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop-off method.
Domestic balls are replaced using the twist off method.
Mouse Balls are usually not static sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in sudden discharge.
Upon completion of ball replacement, the mouse may be used immediately.
It is recommended that each replacer have a pair of spare balls for maintaining optimum customer satisfaction, and that any customer missing his balls should suspect local personnel of removing these necessary items.
Posted by Moogie at 05:01 PM | Comments (7)
December 28, 2004
Tuna Puffs
I'd never heard of them before. That changed when my neighbor called me and asked me if my family ate tuna fish. Ok, not one of your typical questions, but there you have it. It seems that she made too many of them for her family for dinner tonight, and wanted to give some to me. If I wanted them. If.I.wanted.them. Right. Look, I love to cook and all of that, but am I going to turn down a dinner made by someone else, which means I don't have to cook? I think not.
I figured she'd maybe send over 4 of them (she said they were small) or there abouts, but I was grossly underestimating "I made too much for my family." She sent over 15 of the most delicious smelling pastries, which, I might add, were not small. Each one is about the size of 1/2 a sandwich.
Oh, and they are divine. She made them with crescent rolls, and they have cream cheese in them. What? I had to try one. You know...so that I could make sure they were ok for my family to eat.
They do that kind of thing here. Share stuff. Bring food. Help out. It's like a little community. When I was in the hospital, the neighbors all kind of banned together and made out schedules of who would be there at the bus stop for the girls, etc. so that my husband could spend the day with me at the hospital. You only need to say one word. Help. That's all it takes. And they are there for you. Whatever you need. It's one of the gazillion reasons I love it here.
Hey...check my breath. Does it smell like tuna? Anyone have a Tic Tac?
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Three Things
Since Sharon has vexed me with an untimely, slow death if I did not participate, I figured it's best if I take this test immediately. I heard her talking with my husband about sharing my new toys I got for Christmas upon my demise (she wants my yellow computer case) and I sensed he was caving (she was bribing him with oatmeal raisin cookies).
Three names you go by:
1. Mom (or Mooooooom)
2. LL
3. Tootsala (don't even think about calling me Toots)
Three screennames you have:
1. Moogie (sorry, if I have more than one, I get an identity crisis)
Three things you like about yourself:
1. My eyes
2. My sense of humor
3. My optimism
Three things you hate/dislike about yourself:
1. My procrastination (see post below).
2. My quick temper.
3. My lack of self confidence.
Three parts of your heritage:
1. German
2. German
3. Did I say German?
Three things that scare you:
1. Heights
2. Needles
3. Dying
Three of your everyday essentials:
1. Coffee
2. Cell phone
3. Music (CDs)
Three things you are wearing right now:
1. Oh, heh. I didn't know I was supposed to be wearing something. Hang a sec while I put on some clothes.
2. Tshirt (Wings over Camden-from air show this year)
3. Jeans
Three of your favorite bands/artists at the moment:
1. Toby Keith
2. Gretchen Wilson
3. Dixie Chicks (though their political views make me want to stick a drumstick..well, never mind)
Three of your favorite songs at present:
1. "Redneck Woman", Gretchen Wilson
2. "Reindeer Rap," MooBear
3. "Mr. Mom" (I can't remember who does this, I've only heard it a few times but LOVE it)
Three things you want to try in the next 12 months:
1. Get into shape (been saying this since the birth of my first child)
2. Continue to write in my blog and get better.
3. Paint the inside of my house (We have been here almost a year. Hey..it's tough to pick out just the right color dude).
Three things you want in a relationship (love is a given):
1. Respect.
2. Sex (this was originally #1 and #3 as well).
3. Companionship.
Two truths and a lie:
1. After I saw Jaws, I was never able to swim in the ocean again.
2. Since we've been married, my husband has given me a bloody nose, and a fat lip (he says on accident but after listening to him talk to Sharon, I'm not sure).
3. I wear a size 2 (first guy that says this is a lie gets smacked).
Three physical things about the opposite sex (or same) that appeals to you:
1. Chest.
2. Ass.
3. Legs.
Hey, you were expecting me to say something else maybe?
Three things you just can’t do:
1. Eat broccoli.
2. Look out over the grand canyon without clutching my chest, gasping for breath and saying, "Elizabeth, I'm coming to join you." I get nose bleeds on curbs.
3. Pull-ups (my chest gets in the way).
Three of your favorite hobbies:
1. Cooking
2. Training my dog.
3. Did I mention getting a life, so I can have a hobby?
Three things you want to do really badly right now:
1. Eat pizza
2. Make mad passionate lo...um, smoke a cigarrette.
3. Ride on the back of a motorcycle.
Three careers you’re considering:
1. Chef
2. Bar Tender
3. Pole dancer
Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. Europe
2. Hawaii
3. Washington D.C.
Three kids names:
1. Samuel Reid
2. Emma Louise
3. Violet Marie
Don't let it go to your head. Two is enough. Four, if you count my stepkids.
Three things you want to do before you die:
1. Study with a world famous Chef
2. Travel to New Zealand and Austrailia
3. Go on a Cruise.
Three people who have to take this quiz now or die a slow painful death:
1. Zoot
2. Key
3. Gopher
...you were expecting anything different?
Posted by Moogie at 04:53 PM | Comments (5)
Procrastination is an art form
I am here to tell you I have it down to a "t". No, not really. I'm just playing with ya.
I'm really not ignoring the hurricane that went through my house right before we left and seemed to continue during our absence, only to pick up with gale force winds upon our return. I know it's there. I'm not ignoring it. Honest. I'll get to it just as soon as I write this post. Really. Oh, and after I answer some emails. And then I have to take a shower. And, and...the dog. She needs my attention. I promise. I will get to it.
To add to the news of the wierd, I just came across this post on Key's site. I am rarely stumped for something to say, but I have to admit, this one almost did me in. I sometimes wonder if people have too much time on their hands, or perhaps dipped into the eggnog a little to much this season. I feel the need to say that my Christmas Angel was made of construction paper this year. At least I've learned what I can do if I'm in a pinch. Thanks Key, this one made me laugh.
On this note, it's time for me to take my shower, and, you know, clean the house. I'll do it. Honest. In a minute. Just as soon as I can get up out of this chair.
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December 27, 2004
This and that
Wow...it's been a long time. Let me apologize for that first off and get it off my chest. My main system went kerpluee (is that a word) right before Christmas and has been giving me fits ever since.
So..it's been difficult for me to post, as my system has been up and down and then, true to form, I uh, got ill. Those of you who know me, know what that means, those who don't I'll spare the details. Suffice to say, health is up and down at a whim. Email me and I'll let you know. I just don't want this to be a place of "oh, whoa is me." Know what I mean?
Now that we have that out of the way, it's good to be back. I need to hurry up and post before I go (puter goes) belly up again. It's seriously touchy but hubby is going to fix that (please god) tonight. I got a new case for Christmas. I've not figured that out yet. I didn't ask for it, but I got a new one. Yes, I needed it. The one I have looks like..well, this is a family blog so I can't really say. But I got a bright yellow case for Christmas. Hard to explain but it so matches who I am. And my car. I'm sad eh? I'll take a picture of it when it's all set up..of that and my car so you will see just how wonderful my husband was to pick that out. Even if it's not what I asked for, for Christmas...it somehow so fits!
Tomorrow will be the tour of duty, so to speak, at my house. I wrapped 4,822 presents at my house on Thursday, and then we went home on Friday. Thus, a hurricane went through my house and I didn't have time to fix the damage before we left. Today, I didn't have the strength. Tonight..I am stronger so watch out dust bunnies..here I come.
Ok..enough of that. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. I look forward to posting on my blog once again..even if I have to do it on my (gasp) husbands computer. And look for those pictures. I'll be known as Tweety Bird or The Little Yellow Bus forever after.
Man..I've missed you guys!
Posted by Moogie at 09:23 PM | Comments (3)
December 25, 2004
Let's write a story!!!
For lack of I better title, I'll call it "Three Words." I've seen this on several forums I visit, and it's always been fun. What happens is that someone, we'll say me, becaue that's who it will be, starts of by writing three words. The next commentor writes another three words, the next another three, and so on. The results are pretty funny, and the more who participate the better. If I can drum up enough interest, I'll put it off on the sidebar to see if we can keep it going.
I'll start.
"One day I"
Your turn now.
Posted by Moogie at 04:19 PM | Comments (27)
December 20, 2004
Add your own
Most people can finish these sentences with the words that are well known to us all.
o On the first day of Christmas...
o 'Twas the night before Christmas...
Your mission? Take one (or both) of these sentences, and finish them, using your life experience(s). It doesn't have to be long, or rhyme. One sentence or verse is fine.
I'll start.
Twas the night before Chrastmas, and I had not even started wraping even one of the 4,382 presents I had bought this year.
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December 18, 2004
What was I thinking?
Ok. I believe that whatever was left of my mind, which wasn't much, went to Las Vegas for the holidays and left me behind.
My husband is working today. The house needs to be cleaned. There are loads of laundry calling my name. But I am bored. So I decided to take the girls to McDonald's for a treat, and let them play at Playland. It's a beatiful day here and I didn't want to waste it doing housework. Some schedules are meant to be broken, know what I mean? Mom, if you are reading this, I really am not procrastinating. I just want some quality time with the girls, honest.
Well, two kids turned into 4. Two 10 year olds, a 6 year old and a 4 year old. I'm still not sure how that happened. It's all kind of a blur.
I took them all to McDonald's and, naturally, they all wanted something different, each order had to be specialized. "I want the Mighty Kid's Meal Double Cheeseburger, meat and cheese only." You get the picture.
After 27 minutes, the order was taken, and the food inhaled. One of the nice things about these Playlands is that you can send your children off to play (run, scream, and otherwise cause havoc), and you can then sit at your own table in peace while making sure they don't do any major damage...to others.
What amazes me is that the faces of all of the other adults there with their children looked the same. We all wore that "deer in the headlights expression." Who the heck am I and how did I get here?
After that we headed out to Walmart to do some more shopping. Hey, I told you I was stupid. Needless to say it was, um, interesting.
"Please don't stick your finger in his (fill in the blank), you know it bothers him. I told you I want you to stay where I can see you. No, I will not buy you a bean bag chair. I don't care if you have to go to the bathroom, you already went once this morning. Yes, I really love those earrings. No, you may not have a bean bag chair. Quit running down the aisles. You may knock someone down and I don't have the time or energy to explain why my children and their friends are behaving like heathen's to the manager. No, I will not buy you a bean bag chair. No, we are not done yet. Please do not tap on the fish tanks. Fish have issues to."
Oh, and the mother of all comments that had them all falling in line next to me, quiet like all children should be. "IF YOU ALL DON'T SETTLE DOWN AND BEHAVE I AM GOING TO KISS YOU, RIGHT HERE, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE AT WALMART!"
I'm going to to look for the missing socks now.
Posted by Moogie at 04:47 PM | Comments (4)
Buying Ornjaments
No, it's not a typo.
Tonight we are going to the neighbors house for their annual Christmas party. It's a family affair, so the kids will be comming with us. This is our first Christmas here, so it will be our first time to attend. I'm looking forward to it, I think.
I don't do well at gatherings in which I don't know people. I should be used to it by now, since the past year has been nothing but meeting new people. But I'm getting used to it. And I'm starting to like it.
They are having an ornjament exchange. At least that is what my youngest calls them. I kind of like that name, though it's a bitch to spell. I'm taking the girls to go out and buy some a little later on today. Just as soon as I can get my rump in gear.
I know alot of the people on our street, some I hang out with alot. We all have kids, so it makes it easy. They will be there, so that will be my anchor. I refuse to sink. My goal is to actually go up and introduce myself to these new people. I CAN do this. And I will.
I'm thinking a couple of drinks before hand might help.
Posted by Moogie at 09:59 AM | Comments (1)
December 17, 2004
Laundry
TW posted about laundry (using Baby Blues as an example) and it got me to thinking. I realize that doesn't happen very much, so enjoy it while it lasts (the thinking that is, not TW writing funny posts).
Laundry used to be a casual affair, with me throwing in a couple loads here and there during the week. Then I got married. The amount of laundry increased, but it wasn't too bad, even though I am married to a man who does not believe in wearing any item of clothing more than one time. Don't even take me there. It could get ugly and I've just gotten back on Santa's nice list and don't want to ruin it.
Then we had kids. All bets are off. They each change their clothes an average of 3 times a day. I can't even count the times that I have asked "weren't you wearing your pink flowered jeans an hour ago?" That wouldn't be so bad if they would put the clothes they were wearing previously away if they weren't dirty. I know the chances of that are slim to none, but hey...it happens. I'm just saying.
You can dress a child in clean clothes, brush their hair, and leave the room for just a moment. When you come back, there is grape juice on the front of their shirt, their face looks as though they planted it face down in the mud, and one ponytail is down next to their shoulder, and the other by their ear. People, I'm telling you we have all of this and they haven't even left the house.
And I was so excited to have two girls! I was picturing curling their hair, dressing them up in pink and lace. Bah! Somebody lied to me.
And where did the Sock Monster come from? Who let him into my house? Why the heck does he follow me everywhere I move? At last count, I have 17 unmatched socks, sitting in a pile, on the table next to my dryer. I keep saving them in hopes that their mate will show up. I don't understand how two socks can go in, but only one can come out. Can someone explain that phenomena to me? Personally, I think the sock and the dryer manufacturers must have a deal on the side.
Can you relate?
Posted by Moogie at 03:45 PM | Comments (7)
December 16, 2004
A little Christmas Humor
One of my children is crashed on the couch and it's not even 6:30 yet. They have been so busy this week at school with all the Christmas parties and activities. Of course, the other one has to jump in and say, "I'm hungry." What? I mean, she had lunch at school and all of that. Doesn't she realize I need to blog? In an effort to appease my insensitive daughter, I will keep this short. Those of you who know me, realize that this is an extremely difficult task for me. Tonight, my loyal readers, I close (at least for now) with a little bit of Christmas humor.
Posted by Moogie at 06:22 PM | Comments (7)
She does a mom proud
It's one of those things you strive for. You spend countless hours teaching them about right and wrong. How to treat others, how to treat others that may be "different" than you.
I got a call from one of her teachers today, who wanted to relate a conversation that she overheard between Moobear and Rodriguez, one of her classmates. After a moments panic, I realized that Moobear hadn't done anything wrong, and I was curious at why she would call me.
There is a child there, I'll call him "C". C is one of Moobears best male friends. C is a bit overweight. Following me so far? Rodriguez (think of him as the class bully) came up to him and said "Ooooh, there's the kid who took one step and broke the whole world!"
Moobear got in his face and replied, "Obviously, you don't read. Don't you know you aren't supposed to judge a book by it's cover?"
Is she quick or what? See, they do listen to us.
Pardon me while I bask in one of those mushy "I'm so dayum proud of her" moments.
Posted by Moogie at 06:11 PM | Comments (1)
December 15, 2004
Another shameless snatch
I'm having a serious case of writer's block here. Don't you hate it when that happens? I can't leave well enough alone. You know what I mean? "BACK AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER SO YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE A FOOL TRYING TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING TO WRITE!" I should listen to the voices in my head, but I've always hated authority so I never do. Instead, I come up with stupid things to write, trying to make my readers smile. Hey, I least I am trying right? "A" for effort, and all of that? I said RIGHT? Hey, where are you going? Get back here. It will get better, I promise. If not, I'll send my husband over to clean your house. Just after he does the dishes.
So, in attempt to post something, I snatched this from Zoot. I have no shame.
01) Daintily dipped or scoop up a mouthful?
Bring it on! Doing the dainty takes too long. And by the time I was done, I'd die of starvation. On second thought, it's most likely that the kids would eat it all and leave nothing for me. Survival of the fittest and all that.
02) Rock climber or skydiver?
Is none of the above an answer? I get nose bleeds on curbs.
03) Running shoes (sneakers) or bare feet?
Bare feet, well that or slippers, even though I know that wasn't one of the choices. I'm all for the "outta the box" outlook.
04) Using stuff that's tried, tested, and true or always trying something different?
I have a difficult time with change. It gives me hives. But sometimes, you have to be open, ya know? Even if it makes you itch.
05) Pop a stubborn blemish at all costs or leave it alone it's too painful?
Leave it alone. Less likely to get a scar.
06) Gimme all your money or gimme all your lovin'?
Money. Hands down. I got lots of lovin. But this is a family site, so I didn't say that. You need to visit my other blog, "Heaving Bosoms and Thrashing Thighs" for that.
07) Conquerer or conquered?
Conquerer. You would expect something else from me? Did I ever tell you I tried to do an impersonation of Tarzan, complete with the yell, and pounding on the chest? Minus the loin cloth of course, and I don't go topless, unless it's to answer the front door. I ended up with bruises on my chest, and my dog bit me on the ankle. Guess I won't try that again any time soon.
08) "Of course there's UFOs and ETs" or "what're you talking about with all that alien nonsense"?
Seeing is believing. And I haven't seen them yet. Catch my drift?
09) Scatman Crothers or Frank Sinatra?
Who the hell is Scatman Crothers?
10) Silent Night or Jingle Bell Rock?
Jingle Bell Rock! It doesn't have alot of the high notes.
What about you? How would you answer these questions? Put it up on your blog, and then come back here and post the link on my comments so everyone can see what you said.
Have a nice day and don't forget to visit oven. I'll leave the light on for ya!
Posted by Moogie at 06:28 PM | Comments (9)
Intelligence
Got this from Empty Nest. What type of intelligence are you?
| Your Dominant Intelligence is Spatial Intelligence |
 You would make a good navigator, sculptor, visual artist, inventor, architect, interior designer, or engineer. |
Posted by Moogie at 07:01 AM | Comments (6)
December 13, 2004
Insanity Reigns
Just wanted to post this for Melonie.
Mooooooooooooooo!
Go over and take a look at her post here.
Make sure you tell her that Moogie sent you.
You know I love you. Right Sharon?
Posted by Moogie at 07:56 PM | Comments (2)
Pass the Prozac
My husband has hid my supply so I thought I'd come here and see if any of you had any laying around.
I went shopping with my eldest daughter last night at Walmart. It was crowded, but not really bad. I think we got there before most of the folks got off of work.
Anyway, I picked her up at the dance studio, and she didn't stop talking from the time she got in the car, until the time I was finished putting stuff away at home. Please hold me.
I'm not sure, but I think she told me everything that had happened to her in the last year, down to the minute detail. I think I counted four breaths, but I'm not sure. It's kind of hard to tell because she talks like an auctioneer.
I wouldn't admit this to her, but I'm pleased she talks, even though my ears ring afterwards. The way I figure it is that if I keep encouraging it, maybe she'll keep on doing it through the teen years.
But does she really have to follow me into the bathroom to continue the conversation?
Posted by Moogie at 07:18 PM | Comments (6)
December 12, 2004
Baking 101
My youngest and I baked brownies last night. To prevent you from calling me June, let me make some things clear. I went Christmas shopping with my girlfriend. We left the house at 10:00 am, and didn't get back until 6:00 pm. See #84. She wore me out, but man, I made a serious dent in my shopping. I even scored a pair of overalls for my oldest (even if they are a bit too long) for $8. I love outlet malls.
Being the stellular, nutritious concious mom that I am, I made them macaroni and cheese for dinner, with a side of peaches. I wasn't even hungry. My feet hurt. I made my husband fend for himself. He pouts worse than the dog.
As you know, no dinner is complete without dessert. Dear God in Heaven, I didn't have anything. No cookies, no ice cream. Nothing. I'm surprised they haven't arrested me yet.
In an attempt to ward off a visit from CPS, I went digging through my pantry and found a boxed mix of brownies. Saints preserve me, I even had the eggs and oil required.
I love Duncan. He and I go way back. He came to the rescue once again. Betty does just as well, but, you know...she's not my type.
The girls both wanted to lick the bowl and spoon clean. How many of you can relate to this? As I was pooring the batter into the pan, they said "that's enough mom, leave some for us." Mind you, I'd only poored about 3/4 of a cup in the pan at that time.
It always amazes me. How licking a bowl clean (even if I give them a spoon) can leave a child looking like they dumped their whole entire face in the bowl. I was relieved to find out that brownie batter comes off with a little soap and water.
Guess that's why I make them take their shirts of first.
Posted by Moogie at 08:13 PM | Comments (6)
Odd body shapes
No, I'm not talking about me. That would have to be titled something like "The Center of Gravity Begins at the Hips," or some such.
My 10 year old (Moobear) has never been one that was vertically challenged. At 10, she is 5'1", and wears a size 8 1/2 WOMAN'S shoe. Yes, you read it right the first time. I'm telling you, this child is all legs. They go from here to China. And she is slim, but muscular. 12 (children's) are too small for her yet when I go to 14's, the length is there, but they are too snug. Moving on up to 1 juniors, presents a different problem. While they fit her everywhere else, they are a bit too long.
Luckily, my trend setting daughter reminded me that it was fashionable to roll up the pants legs. They even sell pants that allow for that nowadays. Go figure, eh? I am just thankful that it doesn't mean I have to hem them. I suck at sewing.
Don't even get me started about shirts. In order to find one that goes past her naval, I have to buy a size in which the shoulder seam goes down to her elbow.
Oh, one more thing. Try to find a shoe that is suitable for a child who wears and 8 1/2 WOMAN'S.
I'm hoping that one day, all of her body parts will catch up to one another. It's either that or I'm going to have to start dressing her in a burlap bag.
Posted by Moogie at 07:26 PM | Comments (9)
December 11, 2004
Welcome to my new digs
Hey everybody! Come take a tour of my new home. My new place was designed from top to bottom by Zoot. Is she awesome or WHAT? She even walked me through the ends and outs of Moveabletype and has promised not to dessert me if I need her. I don't have the old files transferred over from blogger yet. I couldn't quite figure out how to do that but they still are here, just in the old format.
Anyway, welcome to my new place. Make sure you change your links if you've got me listed!
Can you tell I'm excited?
Posted by Moogie at 02:57 PM | Comments (16)
100 Things
1. I hate politics.
2. My eyes are brown.
3. So is my hair, but I highlight it.
4. My husband is 13 years older than I am.
5. My favorite color is blue.
6. I suffer from low self-esteem.
7. My first boyfriend was named Charles.
8. Charles is the first name of my husband, father-in-law and stepson.
9. I didn't get my college degree until I was 40.
10. I am the youngest of three children.
11. I only have brothers.
12. I always wanted a sister.
13. I couldn't carry a tune if you handed it to me in a bucket.
14. My girls think my voice is wonderful.
15. In real life, I am shy.
16. I am left-handed.
17. I have a vivid imagination.
18. I talk to myself constantly.
19. My shoe size is 7 1/2.
20. I love country music.
21. I had braces as a child.
22. I named my first bike Pink Panther.
23. On my 18th birthday, I was in an automobile accident.
24. My favorite movies are As Good As It Gets and Fried Green Tomatoes.
25. I take medicine for high blood pressure.
26. I have Diverticulosis.
27. In August 2004, I had an acute attack of Diverticulitis and spent 7 days in the
hospital.
28. The doctor said I will eventually have to have surgery.
29. I am determined to prove him wrong.
30. I love Mel Gibson's eyes.
31. I avoid confrontation whenever possible.
32. Unless it has something to do with my kids, or my family, and then I am fearless.
33. My maternal grandmother lived with us since I was born.
34. When I was younger, I always resented it, because I wanted to have a babysitter like
the other kids.
35. I love to color with my children.
36. I love to teach children to read.
37. I love to read to my children, complete with voices for all of the characters.
38. I wear my emotions on my sleeve.
39. I despise most vegetables.
40. I love to cook.
41. I rarely follow recipes; I just invent as I go.
42. I love seafood.
43. My family hates it.
44. I don't like chocolate.
45. I am a hopeless romantic.
46. I love to dance.
47. I love to sing (even if I can't carry a tune).
48. I am a procrastinator.
49. I work best under pressure.
50. I love numbers.
51. I didn't grieve for my maternal grandmother's death until my first child was born.
52. And that was over 15 years later.
53. When I go to the movies, I get popcorn, with extra butter.
54. I love guacamole.
55. I believe Scott Peterson killed his wife and unborn child.
56. I oppose the death penalty.
57. I love the movie Dirty Dancing.
58. I am a dreamer.
59. I suffer from infertility and had to have help getting pregnant both times.
60. I rarely get headaches, but when I do they knock me out.
61. I have a quick temper.
62. If I am hurt, I stay angry for a long time.
63. I love candles.
64. My standard pajama is an overly large T-shirt.
65. During the winter, I add sweat pants to the attire.
66. I have a difficult time letting people touch me, unless it's my children or husband.
67. I hate cleaning house, but feel good when it is done.
68. I hate needles.
69. I felt no pain when my second child was born.
70. I struggle with having a career and wanting to be with my children.
71. I don't like red wine.
72. I don't like champagne either.
73. I was married on May 21, 1988.
74. My first child was born October 4, 1994.
75. My second child was born March 31, 1998.
76. I hate spiders.
77. I love math.
78. My favorite flower is a rose.
79. I own a yellow Saturn Vue.
80. I name my cars.
81. My car is named Tweety.
82. I am not comfortable with public speaking.
83. I graduated with honors from college.
84. I don't like shopping.
85. I am an impulse buyer.
86. My favorite food is pizza.
87. I love Chinese food.
88. I collect elephants.
89. I rarely eat breakfast.
90. I always wanted 3 children, but for various reasons, I stopped at 2.
91. I love to snuggle when I am sleeping.
92. I watch Queer Eye for the Straight Guy religiously.
93. I rarely watch other TV unless it is on a children's channel.
94. I love Christmas decorations.
95. I love Diet Vanilla Coke.
96. My husband makes the best spaghetti in the world.
97. I love my George Forman Grill.
98. I use my crockpot a lot in the winter.
99. I have wonderful memories of my childhood.
100. That's it! I'm done!
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