tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107599492011-04-21T16:38:05.720-06:00Just another blog about a Mom, her kids, her husband, her pets, things she likes and things she doesn't! :0)Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.comBlogger2811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1149646808288259112006-06-06T20:19:00.000-06:002006-06-06T20:20:08.306-06:00

http://cindysanimalmadhouse.wordpress.com

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I can't stand someone who thinks because they've seen you at a place a few hundred times that they know you. Unless you've been introduced, you don't know squat. I had that encounter today at school. We were still setting up the class and one of the parents stopped by with his daughter. This particular man, when the teacher was trying to introduce us said "Oh, I know her." Colder than a

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I am by no means an anti social person. I can sit and chat up a storm with the best of them. But why oh why have I been asked to endure the most uncomfortable situations also known as staff luncheons? Note to temporary coworkers: I know I work with you, that's why I smile at you in the hallway, say goodmorning to you when I get to work the same time you do. I don't want to sit and eat with you,

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I was trying to get a single picture and didn't realize it was on 'movie' mode. Really funny if it plays. Wesley is standing perfectly still while the poor fish flails. 

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They finally they got to fishing. Not that I would actually let them eat anything they caught out of this little lake, but what the hey, let them try! I got to watch this cute yet slightly annoying family of ducks while...... both boys sat patiently awaiting a bite. Finally they got bored with the lack of action there and went to the river, where they found a frog tinier than a dime to

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This child, the beautiful innocent little angel of a boy will do whatever it takes to catch a glimpse of hooters. He is totally infatuated with breasts. He is going to be the kind of guy who walks up and talks to your chest first, your face second. 

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I didn't get breakfast in bed, so I made them all get dressed for pics. 

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I really really don't like the ....Yeah like you wanted to read that part. I left work early today and found my dad to do some bank stuff. I'm guessing because he is officially 'retired' and gets his molah every month, somehow that brings him a little closer to deaths door. I have no idea. Well we went to the bank to get my john hancock, and they wouldn't let him put me on the account because

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I have finally learned how to totally get my way when it comes to getting my spring time flowers! I shall buy them from Kevins old high school! We both went to different high schools, and still tease today about whose is the worst and why. Anyway, I got an email the other day announcing the annual plant sale at one of the highschools and all I had to say was "honey, tomorrow we are going to Las

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I found out yesterday that my positon at the school I am at now has been axed, along with lots of others. I'm ok with it though. The lady who I am currently assisting is about the hardest person to work with in the world. I'm not saying she has a bad personality, because she is a nice person, but as a professional, she is so unorginized it's unbearable. I'm glad to have my sub licence! I put in

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The tonka toy for those over 18. 

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Today was supposed to be a day without kids, and as any parents without kids, you are at a loss as what to do. We cured our boredom by driving aimlessly through the desert collecting aluminum cans for the hell of it. It was funny, for a while we actually had fun, and got to get in touch with the local wildlife. 

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I have lots of phobias, and I mean LOTS. One in particular is water, if I can't see what's in it, i'm not going anywhere near it. Even then, i'm not stupid. This brings up the fact that I have to ingest a LOT of beer at the lake in order to get on the back of the inlaws jet ski with Kevin. And then he has to swear to go slow. ha ha, yes, I said slow. The weird thing about this? I love aquariums,

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Image003.jpg Originally uploaded by cindyeck. Yesterday we played hooky. My dad wasnt' feeling to well and my grandmas apartment mysteriously has wireless, so we went there for the greater part of the day. It was so much fun. The day before that, my dad came up sat on the couch and proceeded to bitch and compalin about the way the world works so at first I was a little hesitant.It

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I just came to the realization that i'm way overstretched, way underpaid and I seriously need to update this blog with a new look.

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9 Things I Hate About Everyone1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is? 2 People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V. Remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. And change the

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Image000.jpg Originally uploaded by cindyeck. You know it's spring when the dirt devils come. Jacob thinks they are 'cool" because they can carry a walmart bag to infinite hights. Actually they are pretty neat, some are 10 yards wide and 10 feet tall, others look like a piece of yarn that someone twisted in the sky.

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My spring break has been nothing short of hell, with one really sick kid and the other thinking it's so much more fun to torture his brother since he is sick than it is when he is well. While we were in the doctors office they were goofing around, and Wesley stuck his tongue out at Jacob. Oh. My. Gosh! I told him "that looks like thrush! Show the nurse, quick!" She looks at him all calm and

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What a week! Squeakers had a blast spending an entire day with a class of second graders who wanted nothing more than to love on him and feed him. It was a pigs paradise. The funny thing, even though I took him outside to go potty several times, he waited untill he got home. I let him out of the car and he shook after I took his halter off and then trotted over to his 'spot' and peed for almost

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Apparently this is pig month. Amazing what you learn by spending two or three hours a day in a 2nd grade class! So Squeakers will get to take a trip to the school on Friday. HE should do allright, he is used to commotion and being agitated all day. It's the kids i'm worried about. 

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Well, it's official. I have started my journey into the world of higher education. I spent the greater part of last night lying on my bed asking Kevin "What have I gotten myself into?? What did you let me do?" He just luaghed and assured me I would be fine. I'm sure his idea of 'fine' isn't spending 60+ of your WIRELESS minutes trying to figure out how the websites and such work. And then

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I officially start my classes on Monday. I just looked at all the lesson plans and what I'm supposed to do on a weekly basis.What was I thinking!?! I'm sure it will all work out just fine.

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It's taken me 3 months to loose 15 pounds. Some days I feel really good about it, and others, well, lets just say one day a few weeks ago, I was feeling really good, so I bought $42 worth of girl scout cookies. I could just DIE. I thought I had it all under controll, and I'm doing really good, really I am. If I have to live on salad just to enjoy a few of those cookies every night, well, give

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Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do, write to them? Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen can look for them while they deliver the mail?

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At work we have a phone tree. My first introduction to the phone tree was last week at work. There was a copy of it on my desk, and I looked at it and thought, "What a neat way to get a hold of everyone in case of an emergency". My first experience with the phone tree was not at all pleasant. We were sitting in line at Walmart waiting to get the car serviced on Saturday and I noticed I had a

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I just don't understand all the whoopla. There are 365 days in a year, why settle on just one to show your significant other how you feel? Tomorrow when all those balloons are popped, and the stuffed animals begin to collect dust, and the flowers begin to wilt, I will love my honey just as much as I ever have. School was fun. When you are in and out of several classes each day, you tend

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Yesterday while driving home from school I sneezed. Then I realized I was speeding, because my spedometer was magnified. Hows that for gross?

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Ok, maybe not that bad. It started out all wrong. I arrived at school thinking I was going to get a sub, but no. Almost all of the subs (like 4 out of 7) cancelled today. It's ok, I've taught the class by myself before. But I was just hoping for that sub to show, so I could basically just do my job and be done with the week. All of the kids had 'busy' to do, and they seemed to either breeze

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Image006.jpg Originally uploaded by cindyeck. When I took this picture, I was in awe. Not only of the people around me, but how for me it sort of represented the bigger picture of how we all, no matter how big or how insignificant we may be,or think we are (be you a big triangle or a little square) , affect the lives of those all around us every day, and may not even know it.

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Image007.jpg Originally uploaded by cindyeck. This is the only picture of one of the many statues in Santa Fe. I didn't get the chance to actually read the plaque, so I shall call him....Hoop Dude.

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Image011.jpg Originally uploaded by cindyeck. but went to anyway. I feel better already. Isn't it amazing what 300 milligrams of Wellbutrin can do?

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I get to go away this weekend. Not very far, because I don't like to fly (absolutely hate it). But it's far enough to get away from it all for a few days, no kids, all adults. I'm looking forward to it. Maybe i'll get some good pictures, cause as it is, i'm running on empty.

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We got the last two of our herd fixed today. Sara got spayed and Blue got his nuts chopped. He is doing allright, but she is SOOOOOOOOOOO pissed.

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A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch: you may choose any man from a particular

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"You can NOT come in here untill I SAY you can."He is in our closet.With a hammerand a drill.I'm scared.

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is the teachers lounge on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We stay in town late, and usually pick up something for dinner to eat with Kevin on his "lunch". It's nice to be able to eat a family dinner together even though we have such different schedules. After all, that was the whole point of him coming off the road, right?

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We must be on a different plane than most....today at work, all the kids had the "hey..see me?? I'm here, and that's ALL the effort you get from me today." while here at home, and get this...Wesley came home and cleaned out and vacuumed the car, gathered up all the dirty clothes to put in front of the washer so I can do the laundry tonight (as in right now this minute), heat and cut up left over

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I heard a phrase recently that has just sort of stuck in my head. "You aren't born emotionally disturbed." So how do we get there, and is there really a difference between emotionally disturbed and mentally ill? Why do some of us have bigger and meaner deamons to fight than others? I would really llove for someone to answer all of my questions. My biggest being that if we arent' born like

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Ok, I gotta know. Am I the only one on the planet who wakes up one day 4 pounds heavier, (most of which is equally distributed between the boobs) wanting to carry a hersheys syrup jug in one hand (with no lid, just a straw) and sunflower seeds in the other.....with cramps??

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When I was looking over the pics of our last outing up to the mountain, this is the face I found in the top right corner of one of them. Take into consideration that he is not in the center, but in the backround of the photo. I told Kevin, "Hey, his face looks funny." So I blew it up, found this, and laughed untill I cried. 

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Today I made Jacob cry. What kind of mother does that make me? He asked if he could have ice cream for breakfast, and after some thought I said "Yes, if you read a book first." Immediately he bent over and started with the my stomach hurts routine. This is nothing compared to what goes on at school. One day his teacher came up to me and asked how his tooth was. I was like, 'they are all nice

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My boss teases me about the fact that I talk a LOT when I'm nervous. I mean practically non stop. That, and I loose my point right in the middle of trying to make it. My mom called a few days ago, and so today I called her back. It was like picking up the phone and calling a perfect stranger and trying to pretend you were related. I talked non stop. If I hadn't talked about trivial things like

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I'm contemplating taking the boys to play ball today...raquetball. Considering Wesley couldn't find the "toast" button on the toaster oven this morning for their waffles, i'm not sure it's a good idea. I wanted to do something fun for them since the break is almost over, and I need the excercise. Maybe i'll get some good pictures and post them later.

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Chronicles of Narnia. If you haven't. GO SEE IT. I actually caught myself sitting there with my mouth open a few times. I guess I was surprised to see that it didn't suck, cause all movies that are made out of awsome books suck. (prime example....Prince of Tides.)

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I got a new cookbook for Christmas, and my family probably wished I didn't. For the past few nights I've had a lot of fun at their expense. Last night was particularly fun. I made some sort of stir fried orange glazed chicken recipe with carrots and broccoli. It was good, but it missed something... like the chinese guy to make it? Anyway, Wesley said "Um mom, what IS this? Do we have to eat it?"

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Finally I can put away all the lights and bulbs and the tree, the red and green placemats. I can put away the big wooden santa and all his reindeer that are wasting space in the yard. I don't know why, but this year, Christmas has just left me empty. I dreaded it coming and I'm really glad it's over. Call it the holiday blues or whatever you want, but I wish it would go away. I think the main

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Kevin and I have a joke between us, well not a joke really, but a sad reality. Every holiday we sit around and place little non monitary bets on when the calls will start coming in for domestic abuse. This holiday has been pretty quiet untill 45 minutes ago. We were sitting in the living room putting together Kevins B-day present from his parents and the pager went off. Right outside in the

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So we went into the great outdoors (again). We got better pictures this time, via the digital camera upgrade, and the camera phone. I really can't decide which one takes better pics. It was a lot of fun. It was pretty much deserted, which was great. It was about 65 degrees at the starting point, and dropped about 20 degrees as we got up to the top. The ice in the top right, usually just a

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1135220680639820302005-12-21T20:00:00.000-07:002005-12-21T20:04:40.670-07:00

You know you have hit the all time technology low when your spouse texts you from the living room that is 65 feet away and you reply.

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1134876774787150172005-12-17T20:12:00.000-07:002005-12-17T20:32:54.823-07:00

1. Clean my house. And by clean I mean throw out the stuff I don't or haven't used in 6 months.2. Trim Charlies hooves.3. Groom Princess4. Wash and wax my car (that still has 'happy thanksgiving' written in the dust on the back window).5. Organize my dvd collection.6. Sell my kiln so it's not sitting in my yard any more.

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1)Today while I was getting in my car to go pick up the boys from school, I noticed a white piece of paper stuck to my mail box. It was a nice little threat from the animal control guy. A $500 fine if he finds my cocker spaniel out of the fence again. Ok, here is the problem. I live in a neighborhood full of pitbulls and rotweilers that run loose and little yappy dogs that you have to avoid

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So, now i'm the only one in my immediate family that hasn't seen Chicken Little. Yesterday Wesley went on a field trip ( I was sick, so I missed work AND the field trip). This morning I got up determined to go to work (which included Jacobs field trip) and just couldn't make it. I ate a sausage buisquit for breakfast, first meal in 36 hours, which never made it to the small intestine. I'm having

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Three weeks. That is the total amount of time it took for us (me) to run out and get new cell phones. The comments..."I was going to call you ....BUT." or "I would have text you ...BUT." I know, I know. We are sick and twisted. What married couple would actually want to talk to each other ALL the time?There is a little tiny catch this time. They are two seperate contracts, two separate bills, and

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I always wish for the weekend where I get to do nothing but enjoy my friends and family. the only problem with that? The laundry won't do itself, the floors won't mop themselves, the animals won't feed themselves. I woke up this morning, and Kevin was gone. I asked the boys "Where's your dad?""He went to get us breakfast!" My guess is he will come back with a box of fried bread covered with

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What happends when you take and put the hampster on top of the fish tank so the varment eating canines don't get her?? Yep, three dead fish. She put all her food in the corner of the tank that just happend to be sitting directly over the filter. It was pretty G.R.O.S.S. My buddy in Afghanistan in an email....him-"Real quick like, give me your address again. I got you something for

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Today we went on a field trip. A walking field trip. I totally forgot all about it and was completely caught off guard. I had no one to cover my duty in the cafeteria, and I had planned to do the bulletin boards, you get the idea. Well. We are walking along and i'm making little comments here and there, and one of my comments was "lets boot them in the but to make them walk faster." about the

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Ok, I have to admit..when this strange (yet very well dressed) guy came up and said what good rythm my son had, I was like "who the hell are you?" (in my head of course). I was even more shocked when he asked if he could get a picture with the boys. Then I found out it was the MAYOR. Boy do I feel dumb. 

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That is what Wesley says he is doing in this picture (because of the lights). I was trying to get them to stand still long enough to take their picture before the people walked in front of us. 

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All summer long they want to wear their "made for the nights the temp falls below freezing" pajamas. Now that the weather HAS fallen below freezing, they are nowhere to be found. So they will stand behind you wearing your robe and using the blowdryer for heat, singing blah blah blah to a familliar Christmas toon that they forgot the words to.

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1133129664577444572005-11-27T15:09:00.000-07:002005-11-27T15:14:24.606-07:00

If you were to walk outside, your first few layers of skin would be completely blown off. Similar to standing in front of a sandblaster. To think people will pay big money to get what we in New Mexico can get for free.

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1133052252351837342005-11-26T17:34:00.000-07:002005-11-26T17:44:12.360-07:00

Yes, we are back on the health kick, We have once again decided that we need to be a little more on the healthy side, so here is my treat, the one I get all to myself at the end of the day. Sure takes care of that sweet tooth craving!Oh, the cuter than crap cup....thrift store...$.25 ;0) 

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Do they really think that yelling stomping and clapping are going to make those football players do any better??

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I came out of my moms stomach, where did you come from??

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He didn't think I believed him when he said he was done collecting all the whites for the laundry.....so he drew me a MAP! 

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There is nothing like getting away from a dramatic negative person. The air is cleaner, the sun shines a little brighter, and you don't have to worry everytime your phone rings having to play the councelor to somone who isn't going to listen anyway. Deep breath......AHHHHH!

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Kevin went to his "oh my gosh i'm home again and i can't wait to run into a burning house/structure to save someone or play with the big water hose" meeting. Thats fine, I think it's great. If my smoke alarm goes off at least I can wake him up and say "honey, put on your bunker and go put out the house." ANYWAY......everyone was calmed down and sliding into the routine of me on the computer,

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1131730114434106292005-11-11T10:15:00.000-07:002005-11-11T10:28:34.456-07:00

I have decided that from here on out I will no longer make plans with anyone for anything... No plans for date night, no movie plans, no lunch plans, no coffee plans. I'm sick of putting my life aside for "plans" and getting repetedly dumped at the last minute.

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1131590673600588492005-11-09T19:35:00.000-07:002005-11-09T19:44:33.600-07:00

I came home tonight, not in the best of moods. Yesterday..the birthday..my dinosaur dell bit the dust. I didn't particularly like the dell, but it was PAID FOR. Now i'm sitting here on this brand new HP that costs a small fortune. ANYWAY...my point is....I came home and found yet another message from a friend I hadn't heard of in a long while and so I called her back. Well her marriage went bust

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1131456371004302532005-11-08T06:26:00.000-07:002005-11-08T06:26:11.013-07:00

The reason I get out of bed each day. Yes, even on the weekends. 

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1131456158223036212005-11-08T06:19:00.000-07:002005-11-08T06:22:38.250-07:00

Yesterday afternoon while sitting in class helping to orgaize papers Jacob says to me..."Mom, tomorrow is your birthday right?"Me- "Um, yes, that's right".him- "You're going to be eighteen, right Mom?"I really really really love that six year old!

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Funny thing. Kevin went into our bathroom this morning ( now being used as a storage room since the only things in there are a few pipes) to get the little black fridge for the classroom and there was a very large bird in there. ( the bathroom, not the fridge :0)) We don't know how long he was in there, or HOW he got in there, but he was very calm. We opened the window, removed the screen, and

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1131078643110157812005-11-03T21:23:00.000-07:002005-11-03T21:30:43.160-07:00

This was the first "official" day at "actually being paid to work there" work, complete with my own parking spot. It was fabulous.

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I really don't like halloween, it gives me the creeps.(not to mention the costumes are outrageous and the candy is too!) This year, I took the boys to the inlaws house to carve their pumpkins , dress up in their ninja turtle and mr. fantastic costumes to hand out candy. Notice I didn't say "take them trick or treating"? All I heard for an hour and a half was how 'boring' it was to hand out candy.

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1130633183947178022005-10-29T18:39:00.000-06:002005-10-29T18:46:23.980-06:00

Kevin and I planned to have a date night tonight........One child REFUSED to go to grandmas, and one HUSBAND is asleep...at 6:45. I'm going to go drink wine and have an interesting conversation with myself. :0)

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1130376954626543032005-10-26T19:22:00.000-06:002005-10-26T19:35:54.666-06:00

On the RARE occasion, unlike my younger days, I can be just plain mean. I did this last weekend, and I laughed about it all the way home. We had gone to walmart and the MIL followed after the flag football game. While going through the bedding isle, I just started throwing things in the cart, mainly sheets, and saying things like "HONEY what do YOU think of these sheets?" and "If we got one of

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I am so thankful that this child shows no interest in football what-so-ever! We went to Wally and got him this brand new soccer ball. The funny thing....he 's a natural!

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One itty bitty cloud let loose lots of rain, and this out of place rainbow.

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The other day I got the boys a microscope set at the thrift store for $5. It's a NICE one. So far it's been used to look at a stink bugs guts (which by the way...continue to move after being squished onto a slide) and now they are looking at each others spit. I'm wondering if the field trip to the chihuahua desert nature park had anything to do with it. I know they have a cow with a door in it's

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I went to a scrapbook party at church a week or so ago, and when I pulled up into the parking lot, I didn't see Leslie's car or Shelly's car, so I wasn't going to go. I SHOULD have just went on home, after all I was 10 minutes late. Yes, I should have went home. If I had gone home, my beroom floor would not look like it does now, with picture piles here and there trying to find their way into

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1128641345373211862005-10-06T17:27:00.000-06:002005-10-06T17:29:05.386-06:00

Since you are big in adding people who don't need it to random prayer lists. I just thought it might do some good to add some who really need them. Instead of praying for me to be like you (gag) you might want to pray for healing for Mrs. Thomas, an awsome third grade teacher whom doctors can't seem to find whats wrong. Today she went in for a brain scan because they think she may be having mini

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It doesn't matter if you are the only one in the emergency room, or if there are 20 people ahead of you. The wait is still the same.

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Today has been the first day in a long time I have had nothing to do except come home and do NOTHING. So for the last two and a half hours I've been catching up on my daily reads, deleting emails I don't care to read. I SHOULD have put all my PTA stuff on my little removable storage thingy that I got from the school, the thing that has more memory than my son's computer. Instead I washed my car.

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1127522448014668472005-09-23T18:39:00.000-06:002005-09-23T18:41:06.643-06:00

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends, if they're okay, then it's you

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Today in the car after a VERY long day, I asked Wesley if we were going the right way to get to Hobby Lobby, and this is what the little bugar told me. "No offense mom, and don't get mad, but when you start to get old you forget things" I almost asked him what he was talking about, but he would have just said "See? I told you so!"

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If I were a fly on a wall, it would not be the one anywhere NEAR my parents when they are having a match. No it's not a discussion, it's not even a CONVERSATION. It's a match, an all out yelling match where my mother blames my father for her drinking, and any other problem she may face, and anyone else she can think of at the time to blame for her miserable little life. And he, just plain hates

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192405474696030623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759949.post-1126495478941372932005-09-11T21:24:00.000-06:002005-09-11T21:24:38.950-06:00

Its a good thing eyeball laser beams are not standard issue! 

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We went to Aguirre Springs. It's literally a hop skip and a jump from the house. I haven't been there in years, since I swore we would NEVER go because they charge you a whopping $3 a DAY.

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