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This is a repost because I needed this today, maybe so does someone else: Did I ever tell you how I was stalked by Kabbalah peoples? Well, it was my own fault, I contacted them first. OK, before you judge let me explain.My father had just died. There was no reasoning in my world. I didn't believe in god, in fact if there was one, I despised him. I didn't want to hear "everything happens for a

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Do I need a holiday to remind the people I love of my love for them? Of course not. It is nice to be valued every day of the year, but that is not a reality. We get caught up in daily grind, taking out the garbage and who left the milk out. We have work and school work and returning phone calls to worry about instead. Everyone has faults and yours can shrink while others intensify during the

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You would think with all the parenting tricks up my sleeve by having 8 year old twins, I would rock the potty training thing with my 2 year old. I stink at it. I tend to think it is the fact that I am not home with him all day like I was with the twins now that I work during the week. I had a hard time with thee twins too and I feel like it was my hardest parenting task to date. I tried the

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For as long as I can remember my life has been governed by fear. Some of my earliest memories are waiting up for my parents when they were out late because I was sure they were in an accident. I knew as a child my father would die young- he did, 1 month after he turned 53. I worry about money, about disappointing my parents, about being a good girl, about if I was doing enough with my life, if my

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Finally! All of the craziness and rush of the holidays are now over and I can breathe. The kids got everything they could have wanted, they had fun with their family and friends and so did we. I ate (way too much!) and had lots of yummy new drinks and recipes I tried. Of course this time of year is always melancholy for me as I miss my Dad so much still. Christmas Eve is my favorite day of

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The worst part about the holidays is trying to buy a gift for that special person in your life, and you just can't figure out what to buy. I want to get something for her that is special, but doesn't cost a lot of money. Something that is perfect for her- but she has everything she wants. So tell me what would you gift to a woman in her 40s, who has everything, loves bling and going out? Do you

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These days life is so busy. L just finished a football season that was undefeated. For a small boy with heart but tends to be very sensitive he did better than I could have dreamed. He was even awarded a trophy for "pound for pound best player". Not bad for first time playing! R cheered unfortunately not for her brother but another team. She did awesome like everything R does. We are so proud of

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We had a great time in Florida. Surprising our kids was the best part of the whole trip for E and I. We it right as we were leaving for school. The bags were packed and we were off to the airport instead! They were so excited and grateful to go to Disney and visit with their grandparents. They got to relax at their grandparents house, catch lizards, swim, ride in the golf cart (their very

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After three years of being at our lowest lows, we can finally see the light. After losing his job and not being able too find one, after selling our house foor no money, after moving to a new state for a job that was anything but and not eating so our kids could eat- we are finally on the upswing. Tomorrow we can finally give our kids something we dreamed about for 3 years. tomorrow we are

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I was the fun girl, the one that people liked. I had friends, I was a cheerleader. I was popular the one voted most likely to succeed. I have always a boys' girl. I had as many boy friends as I had girl friends. Less drama. I have always been under the impression I was the cheerleader mom. I love a high ponytail, dressing up and being a girly girl. My daughter is the same way. Imagine my

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This blog has been such a huge part of my every day life for so many years now. Since we moved back to NJ and I am working, I found I don't need this crutch as much. I hesitate to close it because it is so dear to me. I never started it to have thousands of readers a day. I was lonely and started this blog waaay before most people heard of "blogs". I had twin babies and a husband and was now

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Two years and five months ago this miracle came into our world: Dont let his blue as sky eyes and curly locks fool you, this angle is a devil in disquise. He is almost always dirty and always into things. He helps himself to whatever is in the fridge, climbs on the train table, throws food onto the floor and screams "no" when is told what to do. He has both his older brother and sister wrapped

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"Well, I am N E V E R eating at papaya king again!""why?" I asked"I feel sick add that is all I ate today""But you just ate a sandwich from Blimpie""Nope. It is too soon for it to be Blimpie, I knew that hot dog looked funny to me today""A funny looking hot dog? Isn't that an oxymoron? How does a hot dog look any different than it usually does?" I ask as he runs off to the bathroom. Let me tell

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Believe in somethingDon't look back to feel sorry for yourself, look back to see how far you have come and to learn somethingNotice the little things- they are usually most importantListen to what your mom says because she is usually rightHate is not the opposite of love, it takes too much energy. They are closely related and each mean you care. Indifference is the true opposite of loveAlways

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When I was pregnant with my twins, I thought they were both girls. When I found out baby A was a boy I was very surprised, it was if I never knew I could create one of those. Maybe I was just hoping for a girl. Boy did I get one. R is sweet and spice and everything nice- sometimes. I read once that a mother daughter relationship is tough because you see all of their faults as your own. Maybe that

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I often wonder if most people are like me, constantly examining where they are in their lives? Am I where I should be? Am I content? Do I do things differently from now on? Being honest with myself, I stayed a stay at home mom for too long. I needed something else to occupy my time and brain. I thought being home with the kids 24/7 was what they needed but what about what I needed? I like where I

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he Wanna vote for this cutie? He and I would appreciate the prize and will reward you with more cute belly photos in the future. You can vote for him (every day :)) Here:http://ronzonismarttaste.newworldpasta.com/blogger/you can also find great recipes on the Ronzoni site as well as be a fan on facebook.

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I never dread the end of school. I love my kids and it isn't until week 3 of summer vacation that I get exasperated by the lack of being able to occupy their days what with the 349,347 toys and games they have. I love summer and not being rushed or have the whole day to explore with each other. This summer is a little different as R & L will be going to camp M-F from 9-3 while I work and L is at

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Last Saturday I decidded to go to a mall in my hometown. I say a mall because there are no less than 3 malls in my town. I went with my three kids in tow for a fun day of shopping and bonding. The baby decided he needed "more milk, momma" so off to Whole Foods which is attached to the mall, we went. I bought him some milk, in addition to a couple of other things and we got on the check out

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This time of year makes me the most melancholy. As if that explains what I am thinking and doing now in my life. It is that first day of spring where you have your windows open all day, and at dusk the cool breeze blows hard down your back and makes you want a sweater but you keep the windows open a little longer? That day makes me melancholy. Maybe wistful. I feel better about myself than I have

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Are my kids the only ones that are fascinated with the Empire Carpet commercial? The twins would always stop what they were doing to watch when they heard that jingle and know K loves it as well. I never thought I would ever want plastic surgery but these dark circles under my eyes make me look tired all the time. If I could get rid of them quickly I would! My boss is even considering having

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This year E and I will be married for ten years. That still hasn't sunk in yet. Ten years is a long time and I still feel like I was on my honeymoon 3 years ago. I know I was ready to get married. We had been dating for awhile, we talked about marriage and I never got cold feet. I think I had done enough in my single life that I have no regrets, but I wonder what you think is a "must do"

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It is a funny thing about this blogging, these days I don't have it in me. When a blogger I love quits blogging and complains about life getting in the way I usually get mad. How much effort does blogging really take after all? Now with my new job (love!) and settling back in NJ near all of my family and friends life has gotten in my way too. I am busy and I am not complaining. I love my new

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I remember the dream clearly. When I finally awoke from one nightmare and into another, I had been crying for some time. Begging him to know, to understand how much I love him. How he was the best, and that was not something that people just said- I meant it with every ounce of energy in my being. Sometimes words aren't enough. I couldn't find words in the English language to express it- no one

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I met E at work. I swore I would never date a co-worker again but E had a different idea. I went over his house once and from that day on we have been together.When I met E he wore tight jeans and had a beard. I told him I didn't like beards and the next day it was gone.He couldn't keep a secret and wore work boots every day. Still I fell for him and a month later I was sure one day I would

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Well, that was an experience. On a trip for a routine physical for the school our new pediatrician noticed L was wheezing and gave him some meds. Then some more and more even. When nothing worked they told E to go straight to the emergency room with him. That was last Wednesday and he finally came home yesterday morning. Thank goodness he is all better and just has to follow up with the doctor

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I am sorry I haven't updated in awhile. My 7 year old son had an asthma attack that was so severe he has been in the hospital since Wednesday. He is doing much better and should be able to go home tomorrow. His twin sister and baby brother miss him so much. E and I have been shuffling them back and forth with family so we can stay with L in the hospital all the time. This was very scary since he

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Thank goodness I don't have to go to the doctor's office too often. Truth be told, I don't even have a doctor here in NJ yet. I will pick one soon enough and off I will go for my physical, I want to know how I am doing and just what my blood tests come back saying. Not that I really want to know, I do not- but as I am rapidly approaching another 30-something birthday I am reminded that I need to

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"All men are animals" my friend told me once. She was referencing her husband who would "comb his hair" in the bathroom for an awfully long time, way too often. Way too often for her taste, anyway. "Not all men" I would tell her, I mean look at E, he is a great husband and someday I knew he would make a good father too. He would never degraded me or cheat on me or do anything to jeopardize what

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I went to breakfast with my daughter today. We went to our local diner. Diners are a NJ staple and for those of you without diners in your life, I feel bad for you. Open 24/7, order breakfast for dinner and get cheese fries with gravy on the side at 2am after a drunken night out- how do you live without it?Anyway, old people love diners. Good food at a good value plus waitresses that will listen

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My sweet baby boy, I was waiting for you. Your father thought our family was perfect as it was but I knew something was missing. I fought for you. I needed you so badly my heart ached every day, I loved someone I never knew. You came into this world crying but softly. Suddenly the world was finally in color, colors I never thought existed. The world was finally filled with love and kindness. A

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When we were thinking about having another baby someone should have reminded me of the terrible twos. And threes because threes was no trip to the zoo either. Someone should have reminded me of how baby loves to ignore "no", loves to touch everything he shouldn't and can basically be a jerk at least 24-59% of every day.Baby K is into everything. I tricked myself into believing that this small,

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We are finally moved in to our new home. These are the things that have happened in the past week of interest perhaps only to me, in no particular order other than to give you a glimpse in my silly, strange life:-went to NH with my mother, baby and brother in law to pack up our big old house into two trucks and came back to NJ to unpack in 2.5 days-got into a fight with some old dudes-had a nice

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I saw the house we will be renting for the first time today and I cried. It is not an awful house per say, but it is not mine. The house we moved into with our twins was ours. We bought it and made in our own. It was our first and we were in love. The house we leased in NH was ours, we thought we were going to be there forever and raise our children and grandchildren in it. We made plans

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My daughter just turned seven but she has it all. She is smart, really smart and quick witted. She is tall and thin with blond, long hair. She is fast at making friends. Bring her to any playgroup, playground or party and she will have at least a couple of new friends in 15 minutes flat. People want to sit with her on the bus. She comes home with phone numbers and play date requests in her book

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Hi!What is wrong with you? You are mad at me?I know, I know, I haven't been around but I am here now. Listen, it is not you....it is me, I have been busy so many things going on around here. You don't believe me? We have been moving, dealing with landlord drama, I have three kids, two of which I am teaching at home until we move into our new place. I am adjusting to E's new work schedule, I

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I love the color pink. I love hearts and girly things. I love eating by candlelight or next to a fire. I love homemade cards with lace and glitter, I think telling someone what they mean to you shouldn't be reserved for one day. I love when my husband will just start dancing with me in the kitchen when there is no music on. I love kissing and hugging, especially my children. I love hot pink

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Since we are living with my sister in law and her two teenagers for the next few weeks, I need to assimilate to living with teenagers. I vaguely remember being one of these creatures although I remember being fourteen for an entire whole year once!Terrible. Since I have six years before I am the parent of teenagers, I am having a crash course and I have to say, I am not a fan. Things that

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This post is not written because I don't want what I have. I love what I have. Sometimes, though, you just remember and smile. I want to start getting ready to go out a 10pm. I want to listen to the music in my car as loud as I want and not care who is watching me sing and dance. I wish for the days where I never had to be anywhere at any time and hanging out doing nothing was on the days agenda.

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Goodbye Snow that hangs out for months. Goodbye house we loved so much.

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February is like a month chock full of Mondays. I hate it. Last year we moved to NH and left family and friends and maybe even hope behind in NJ. Six years ago my father died. This month, this year we are asking our kids to leave their friends once again and we are moving back to NJ. February is the time of year where I get sick of winter wish for a spring flower to bloom. Just one. So yeah, I am

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This week has been a crazy mess and it is only Thursday. To give you a peek inside my life, I will tell the tales that have me either pissed, confused or bewildered:-The realtor who is selling this house put a lock box on the door without telling or asking me. I called her told her to taker it off, I don't feel comfortable with it on the door when I am home alone with 3 kids. She said she would.

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I can't live without E anymore. I have turned in three weeks what took six months to torn into last year. Someone I don't recognize, someone who I do not want to be. I lash out at my children, the stress of being a single parent to three for days and nights on end are weighing on me. I think of doing for my children as a burden not my job and the boredom of being stuck in the house for days and

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If you could only know how much I love you both, but how could you ever know? You will never know the real depths of my love, but I can tell you my truths: I will fight to the death for you. I will fly to the sky and pluck each star out just to give them to you. I would squeeze and kiss you forever and a day. I would give up my morning coffee for you. I would slay a dragon and then tell

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I read a story last week that has fascinated me ever since, but of course now I can't find the story to link to. You will just have to rely on my memory. A NYC cab driver found about 20k and some jewelry left in his cab. Although he was new to this country and not near comfortable financially, he turned the money & jewelry in and would not even take a reward. He said he was needy not greedy. It

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I have written before about how I have an on again- off again relationship with insomnia. It started after my father died and rears its ugly head whenever I have major stress issues. I could keep it at bay my with friend Ambien but no health insurance for a year? No Ambien. Two weeks ago I decided to have a glass of wine before bed. I love a nice glass of wine once a week or so, but I don't

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This has in no way been reanacted, this is how I found the poor baby. It was a sad state of affairs.

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When it comes to improvement everyone will tell you to always go forward, never backward. So how come I sit here in the exact same position I was January 2009? I am here in NH while my husband is away working and trying to find us a place to live. It is like a terrible groundhog day movie. It feel like we haven't moved forward at all, but backward in life. Of course I feel lonely here in NH

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My mom is becoming a bird lady. It started innocently enough, with her 2 cats, who like to look at birds. She has a screened in porch which is the perfect place for her kitties to lick their lips thinking about how great that blue jay is going to taste and planning their great escape. Except it never happens so they sit on the porch and just imagine what chipmunks and wild birds taste like (

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With all of the turmoil 2008 brought us, last year when we moved to NH I decided to make some changes. It was the perfect time. I was going to reinvent myself. If I wanted change in my life, then something had to change in my life. I got it. I owned it. I decided to step out of my comfort zone. I decided to do something that made me uncomfortable but one that I thought would make a positive

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Things I did do this past week: -Christmas-ed it up with family-had my hair cut shorter than it is has been since I was maybe 3 years old (pics to come soon -eeek)-also had to dye my hair darker for the time being until the damage I did with the stupid "semi" permanent, natural hair dye comes out. I keep not recognizing myself in the mirror, it is weird. -looked at places to live in NJ which was

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we had a hideous trip to NJ yesterday abut we made it. My mother took my daughter and I to the salon for a gift and i got my hair color fixed and then cut it all off. R got a well needed trim as well. We are staying at my sister's house and although it is a small house it is filled with love and joy. While we are here we will look for places to live, visit my family and prepare to come back

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So. Here we are. Employed. Happy, excited and so grateful for the best Christmas gift ever. So, why am I plagued by all the awful thoughts in my head? The ones that tell me how hard it is going to be and how much work has to come in the next few weeks. The ones that tell me that despite the fact my kids will be so happy to be with their family again, switching them to another new school is going

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E got the job.Let me repeat that so as it just may sink into my brain: E GOT THE JOB!Huge exhale.It is a job in a totally different industry- no more big pharma.It is in New Jersey.It has full benefits. The pay is just okay it is a lot less than he was making, but we will make do.We have a job. E will rock this job, I know he can and he will. I am his biggest supporter and I have been behind him

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EDIT AGAIN: Here is is Monday at 3:30 adn STILL NO CALL! E had enough and just called the lady he interviewed with. The otehr lady was out, they have had meetings all day excuses excuses they will call him today or tomorrow. I mean REALLY, how much more stress can we take?! ::::Good package vibes for us:::::::Today we are waiting on big news. We are 75% sure E will get a job offer today. We

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There must be something in the air today. I woke up in a great mood, crashed into a terrible mood in 3 seconds and now I am stable, but still a little crazy. So crazy in fact that I am here to tell you some embarrassing, never before revealed fact about me. Fact #1 I was SO very lame today that I blanked out on just how to load the thread onto my sewing machine. I had to take out the book and

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The holidays were so much easier before we had kids. If I didn't want to put up a tree, I didn't put up a tree. If I didn't want to decorate or bake cookies, I didn't. Not that this situation ever happened, I love Christmas, I love the baking, the smells, the parties, I love it all. Until this year. I don't want to decorate this house we are being forced from. Last year I wondered where we would

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I have had glasses since I was in the third grade and could no longer see the chalkboard. I still use my glasses for driving and to watch television. When it comes to picking out new glasses, they have to be good quality and a great price. I would never think of buying my eyeglasses online, but GlassesUSA gave me the chance to try them out and see just what buying glasses online was all about.

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I have needed to touch up my highlights for months now. The greys have taken over my head and I have kept putting it off because a trip to the salon is not something I could spend money on. I am obsessed with these grey hairs and pluck them out every chance I get and it drives E crazy, but do you want a 30 something year old wife with grey hair dude? I didn't think so. The other day a PR rep

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I am thankful for: 6 little feet running around my house, for peonies, for juicy turkey and hearty wines. For little arms that wrap around my neck and squeeze, for clean clothes, for my Grandmother and Mom. For blue skies and the smell of rain, for lemons and warm slippers, the joy of the little things for kids. For my baby calling "mama" all day, for E and his strength and love. For my sisters

Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-70567917462209700692009-11-23T09:17:00.000-08:002009-11-23T09:23:15.627-08:00

Untitled from Tuesday Girl on Vimeo.

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I was noticing the other day that I have turned into a teenager. No it wasn't because I was sexting or stealing prescription painkillers (why? do you have some?), it is my TV watching. Apparently instead of my taste in television maturing, it is regressing. Why do I say that? Here is my list of favs right now:90210- Bev Hills and I go back. WAAYY back. So far back I remember when the "teenage"

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E is in NJ for a job interview today. We are not getting our hopes up but will continue to pray for some good luck. I wanted to share with you some great gift ideas I have over at my other site. I would give or want to receive all of them this year. I am also giving some great things away like a designer diaper bag, Hoover Stick Vac, $75 worth of custom favors and a 1 year subscription to a menu

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When my father died suddenly 5 years ago I suffered a great deal of insomnia. I could fall asleep easily, it was the staying asleep that was the problem. Every night I would wake at 3:30 and I would be awake until 6am- that was my witching hour and I would fall asleep easily and heavily at that time. My homeopath told me years later that the time I woke meant something, but I never asked what. I

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Most popular holiday for kids? Must be Fedrrins Day because I found this on my dresser this morning:

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Number of days I have been sick: 3Number of resumes I sent out this month so far: 25Number of calls if inquiry on said resume: 1Number of interviews I have had for a job which would require me to answer calls for a funeral home in the middle of the night and train in an actual funeral home & watch in-calls, funerals and embalming: 1Number of days I will have this never ending cough: 343985Number

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I really do have to tell you how much I love you guys. To take the time out of your day to read my sill little space on the Internet, it means a lot to me. I feel like you guys have given me so much more than I have given you over the past year. There are days I just want to quit this blog because I feel like all I am doing is whining about my life. There are days when I can make a lighthearted

Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-21063277102857809842009-11-04T07:30:00.000-08:002009-11-04T07:42:08.088-08:00

I blast the blinking cursor of doom. These days I am just not sure what to write about. Like most bloggers, I started this blog to connect to other people in my new position of a new mom and found myself in this great untainted territory. My words meant something to me and that was all that mattered. Now, well, I am not so sure. When I write about my current situation, I get myself more worked up

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You can vote once a day until 11/6, so I hope you please vote for me, tweet it or beg strangers like I am to vote for me to get this job: Good Mood Gig from SAM-eThank you!

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Things I can't stop buying even though I don't need any more: -cute hair clips/bows/ribbons for my daughter-a good baby blanket-slippers-beach towels-throw blanketsThings I have too much of but also can't get rid of:-clothes my daughter has outgrown-sarcasm-grey hair-scrunchies-fat-endless fear-single socks just hoping that the match will magically show up. Things I notice about NH:-so this is

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I am a planner. I like to make plans and lists. I like to know what I am going to serve for Christmas dinner in October. I worry about what birthday gifts would be perfect for my kids months before their birthday. I like to know where I am going to be, how long I will be there and exactly what route to take to get home. The past few years have tested my planning capabilities. It is hard to plan

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Well, I think it goes without saying that I need some cheering up. I have always liked Halloween but now that I am a parent it has renewed my love for this holiday and everything scary. I have always loved scary movies and books and I am obsessed with ghost stories. I have no real experience with ghosts although one time we were staying at a rental property at the beach for a few days with our

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You would think that maybe, I would have good news for you. But you would be wrong. The rinky dink job E took just so we can squeak by? The one that was a 50% pay cut? The one we were thankful to have because at least we had health insurance? They laid E off today BY FED EX!!!!!!!! They can't pay him anymore so they let him go. I swear life keeps getting better. Please if anyone has any

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My son L is one of the three sweetest gifts I have ever received. Sure he is a rooster and wakes at the crack of dawn every day of his life since birth. Even though he awakes before any person on Earth should be upright and have to function, he does so with a smile. He never wakes up grumpy or cranky. He finds beauty in the mundane telling me "how beautiful the sky looks" at age 3. L is sweet to

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It is so beautiful here this time of year it almost makes me feel guilty for hating New Hampshire. I really don't hate it here, but I am angry we didn't make it work. There has to be a reason we ended up here, I am just waiting to see what it is. I normally never post pictures of my gorgeous kids but this is a great picture of the twins. Also? Please don't forget about voting for me! You can vote

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Friends, I have come across a blogging contest for a job which would allow us to be able to pay for a new place to live. I would love to win this one but it is going to take a lot of help. Would you consider voting for me? You can vote once a day until October 30, which is not a lot of time. Good Mood Gig from SAM-eI would love it if you could spare a vote for me and maybe pass it on to friends

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"Mom, one day I want you to live with me" I would often say to my mother when I was a child. "You come live with me and Daddy and I will have plenty of room because I will live in a mansion" I would say"How are you going to live in a mansion?" my mother would always reply."I am going to marry a rich husband!" I would tell my mother with all the determination a 10 year old could muster. She would

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My grandfather was a good man. He was brilliant and funny and always had a great story to tell. He was the man who had great parties. He was the one you wanted sitting next to you on the long car ride. He was the first generation in this country and like many Irish immigrants did they settled in New Jersey were there was others from the mother country. He was an athlete and a big man/ His

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It is just a house, it is just a house, just four walls and a roof. This house though, is what made it okay to leave what I knew and try a chance at a new life in a new state. We saw this house when E decided he should take a job with his cousin and move up here since after hundreds of interviews there were no job offers in New Jersey. The owners had the house on the market for years, It was old,

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I am sick. My Grandfather has suffered a massive stroke. The owners of our house want to put the house on the market and we have no options, no money and we will have no where to live. We are terrible parents. We don't deserve our kids and they don't deserve us. I don't know how to get us out of this hole.

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This year has been the hardest one of them all. It has been filled with stresses and second guessing all of the huge decisions we had to make. Hard enough to do on our own, but when we have to think of our kids too, it gets even harder. I have yelled, I have bargained with higher powers, I have pleated, I have been resentful, I have been sad, I have been depressed, I have held positive thoughts,

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All last week I had been so excited for the weekend. Weekends for stay at home mothers are no different then any other day there is just more people at home to annoy you. Anyway, I decided I was going to go to Borders and get myself a nice cup of coffee and read a book. Yes, I said READ a book not buy one and bring it home to read. Have you heard of something called the recession and have you not

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Lately we have been having some problems with our daughter R. She is a born leader, even in the womb she redirected all the nutrients for her and her twin brother got the scraps- hence the one pound weight difference. She is the boss of her brothers and her parents- or so she thinks. First it began with too much talking during class- a normal problem and one I had as a child occasionally as well.

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I try to be as environmentally friendly as I can. We recycle, buy environmentally friendly cleaners, buy local and organic when possible (so much harder to do in NH)and use compact fluorescent light bulbs. I may be green but my heiney is not. I have tried to use "green" or recycled toilet paper in the past, but I just can't do it anymore. It is hard, thin and the opposite of absorbent. Think

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Friends, we have SO much to talk about. First let's go full on VMAs. I have to say watching the VMAs makes me feel old and I try to stay away from anything that ages me like ruched bathing suits and wigs. I try and stay on the cutting edge of celebrity/bands/whats hot, but it is exhausting. Especially when there is a house full of people crying about how the like to eat dinner and have clean

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This was the first year where I didn't have 9/11 thoughts looming over me days before the anniversary. Maybe it is because I am no longer in NJ and the hole I would see every day is no longer in my peripheral view. Maybe it has been enough time that it is not in my thoughts so much anymore. It was a crazy point in time. Here is a re-post of what that day was like for me: I remember 9/11/01 so

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I have to know: who thinks this guy is hot?Is it just me or does he look like a cross between Dylan McKay circa early 90210 years and siamese cat?I got drawn into the Twilight hype via twitter and read all the books as fast as I could. Then I made E take me to see the movie and I was disappointed in how ugly I thought all the characters were. When the book describes in painstaking detail just how

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I have no idea why President Obama's speech to school children is causing such an uproar. Do people think he is going to make communists of children through the television screen? Just what is President Obama going to speak about?According to the U.S. Department of Education, the President will speak about "persisting and succeeding in school." The president will also "challenge students to work

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My husband E, started losing his hair in his late 20s. A little less on top, a little less on the sides every month. He wasn't as proactive or outraged as I wanted him to be and just went with it.I, on the other hand, was outraged. If it was me I would have bought every cream, every shampoo visited every doctor and sold my sole to the devil for hair implants (ala Jon Gosselin). He took it in

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Today I put my kids on the school bus for 1st grade. All mothers have done it, it is nothing new, it is an old story that you can find practically on every parenting blog on the Internet. Until it is your turn. The past six and a half years were leading up until this moment: leaving the house and being in some one's else care for eight hours a day. There is just something that is not right about

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The past two weeks have been crazy for the Tuesday Girl household. The company I blogged for went out of business, locked me out of my site, refused to let me buy my domain all in 5 minutes. I needed to lose that extra income right now like I need a hole in my head. Good times. So, I had to start my own blog with my very little knowledge on how to do so. I had some help, figured some things out

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So, Colorado. I won this Epic Summer Vacation trip from Mom Central and it was terrific. E couldn't go because of his new job and K couldn't go because 1 year olds usually don't like being awake for 12 hours with no nap in sight. I took the twins and asked my mom if she would like to go with us and off we went. I did things I have never done before like hike up a mountain with an elevation of

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The twins, my mother and I went to Colorado last week. It was amazing and more about it soon, well as soon as my ears stop popping and I can walk in a straight line again!

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R "Mommy, I don't know who to marry!"I am exasperated when she says this. She talks about marriage and marrying her father often in a way that is very cute and innocent. But as her mother I want to grab her by the shoulders and yell into her face "You don't need a man for anything, you can be whatever you want without a man. You can be independent. Never answer to anyone! Who needs men anyway?"

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There is a common theme to my life that seems like a positive attribute to have on the surface, but when you dig deeper, you realize it is a destructive path. I want to save everyone. When I was a teenager my parents got divorced and it devastated me. I mean, I could see where the path was headed, my parents fought- often. It didn't mean that it didn't come as a surprise and a terrible blow to me

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I still got it. Even after having 3 kids who did unspeakable things to my bod, been married for almost 9 years and have little time to dedicate to myself or personal grooming. I still have it. How do I know this? Well, my supermarket tells me so. Let me start at the beginning, ever since we moved to NH from NJ in February I noticed a strange phenomenon: people are always staring at me. After the

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I have been preparing for sending my kids back to school. I can't believe the summer is almost over! I have mixed feelings about school this year, it will be their first time in school all day. K and I will miss them. In preparation I got to try out some new snacks from Lance. They are perfect for school lunches or park trips and my kids love them. Would you do me a favor and go on over to

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