tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69417963822150747162024-03-19T03:29:57.835-07:00The Real MeCDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-50105290216028031582015-06-04T11:32:00.002-07:002015-06-04T11:32:53.074-07:00InsuranceI am in insurance hell this year. For the love of all things good, can we go back to the good old days? ...Here is what you owe, here is what percentage we cover... Now you have to have a M.D. to understand these people. And not to mention, every time I call, I get someone who does not speak English as a native language. Don't get me wrong my bi and tri lingual friends, I envy you and your ability to communicate in multiple languages. BUT... it is hard to understand someone on the phone when they have a thick accent. Couple that with talking about insurance, and oh boy... Also, could you people PUHLEEZ get a sense of humor. Chuckle when I make a little joke, put some fluctuating tones in your speech. Its not that hard. I would say being monotoned is "for the birds," but even the birds change their sound every now and again.<br />
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Between Blake receiving speech services from the PIE program, who is out of network and NO ONE told me, to me getting my blood drawn at my ob/gyn because I don't have health care provider right now (who did tell us they were switching to out of network), I feel like I can trust no one in the health care field.<br />
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I know these people, programs, and offices aren't out to get me,but I feel like the level of money sucking incompetence is at a premium. Because someone put in a code for routine care versus preventative care makes the difference between a 25 dollar bill and a 110 dollar bill.<br />
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And another thing... my insurance company's automated lady is STUPID. How dare I say to my child, while on hold, "not now sweetie," because if I do (and did) that dumb lady will send me back out to the main call center and I will have to start and FINISH the process all over again. Seriously, I was so close to sealing the deal when she sent me back. Well, we will see if my gap exception is granted or denied anywhere between " 2 days and 15 days."<br />
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Blah. Bye for now, my bloggy friends!CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-72195433308446642612015-02-06T19:18:00.001-08:002015-02-06T19:18:36.237-08:00Field Trip DayMy mom is my go to gal for daytime babysitting. Unfortunately, She broke her foot several weeks ago and gets to be on an awesome one leggedscooter (hooray for leg muscles) and a wheelchair for longer distances (hooray for arm muscles), but unfortunately she can't drive. (I know, I know what you are thinking "poor Corina, how are you ever going to get your relaxing day at the spa or have a session with your personal shopper- I know, poor me for sure!)<br />
Anyways, I realized this yesterday when I remembered Collin had a field trip today. I casually mentioned it to my friend that I might have to pull out from chaperoning the field trip. Without hesitation, she offered to watch my little guys. She's a mom of ten, so I didn't want her to have to spend her only free hours during the day watching someone else's kids, so I declined, but she offered again and reminded me that her life revolves around kids.<br />
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I accepted the offer and left a few notes for her, you know like- don't give Blake dairy or he will crap up the back of his diaper, or Kyle is the spawn of the devil when he plays too much X-box, so limit it to about 45 minutes.. .<br />
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We texted a few times while I was on the field trip. She snapped pics of her black toes and I sent her a pic of her adorable daughter, sandwiched in between a millipede and a "for the love of all things good make this nature woman stop talking" text. Next picture was Kyle-still playing the x-box, and Blake still watching. Oops on the 45 minutes! And when I got home and made him get off, the devils son appeared, just as predicted.<br />
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Seriously though, I am so grateful for friends like her who offer up her time, and mean it! Thank you my friend!<br />
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As I am sitting here eating the crumbs left in the tostito's bag, I'm thinking about a brownie, or cookie, or hot chocolate, or something sweet and yummy and sugary. Because well, I deserve it! I had cabbage soup for dinner, I deserve dessert. I worked out today, I deserve a dessert. I only gave out two time-outs today, I deserve a dessert. I went into the freezing cold ice rink with a pre-schooler and a toddler who has communication delays, I DESERVE DESSERT! Tomorrow is my burfday- oh yeah, I'm getting me a dessert, or two!<br />
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Night bloggy world!CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-69865933195603993792014-04-09T09:19:00.000-07:002014-04-09T09:19:03.767-07:00#sorryimnotsorryLets face it. Some hashtags are just plain dumb. Some are hilarious! The use of hashtags in its intended form, is to group topics and trends. It was started for twitter, filtered into instagram, and facebook, and probably the other social media sites the teenagers frequent that I'm not privy to since I coach and I would find out all of their naughtiness if they allowed me to see it!<br />
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Here are some of my very true #sorryimnotsorry hashtags<br />
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I have been sitting on my butt the greater part of this morning #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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There is a huge stack of unfolded clean laundry that I literally have to push out of the way to get around #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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Its been there for almost 3 days #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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I fantasize about bed time from the moment my kids wake up #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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I exercise a great amount of control not lashing out on my unruly children every damn morning #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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Most days, I do get angry and raise my voice #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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I'm unsure the last time my oldest son showered #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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My first grader has 12 tardies this school year, only about half are excused #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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My middle kid keeps asking me for food, and I keep telling him to wait til his snack digests #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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I hit decline every single time the sub hotline calls me #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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I kind of wanted another snow day or two hour delay in March when I worked outside of the home every other day #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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64, no sun, and windy is NOT a nice day out and NO I don't want to play outside #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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I don't really care if my kids put on already worn socks or jeans, as long as they dont smell bad or have a stain #sorryimnotsorry<br />
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There are so many more in my head, but I will stop there. Until next time, bloggy world!<br />
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<br />CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-45285312883612528452014-01-19T19:51:00.003-08:002014-01-19T19:51:47.212-08:00Sickies- this blog post is DISGUSTINGThis past week has been one from hell! Seriously, there was a fiery furnace and an evil tempter here. Two out of the three of my boys had high temps, all three of them puked on and off throughout the week, and all of them had the bubble guts, which we affectionately call "poop soup" in our home.<br />
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Kyle and Blake were puking on the same days and Collin followed suit several days later. Collin was able to make it into the bathroom every time, but the other two were not. Kyle would come into my room in the middle of the night, say "I puked" as he was trying to lay in my bed. Blakey would wake up in the middle of the night, cry for just a brief period of time (par for the course with him), and immediately go back to bed. When I went to get him in the morning, he had a surprise waiting for me all over his bed, his clothes, his his crib,his floor, and most importantly, dried up in his hair. So I was washing sheets in the middle of the night, and then four hours later, washing sheets again. In between that, I was giving baths and showers, cleaning up nose bleeds (poor Collin), and trying to keep the house as straightened up as possible.<br />
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The day before Collin's 7th birthday, he was super sick, and was unable to make it to school. He played DS, watched TV, and actually laid on the couch, for the majority of the day. The next day 24 hours had passed without being a sickie, so I sent him to school. Right before he left, he asked me if I was going to bring cupcakes for his birthday. I said, thats the plan. Guess what? I never brought the cupcakes. :(<br />
When he got home from school, I apologized profusely and told him I would definitely do it tomorrow. Well, tomorrow morning came and went, and 10:20, their lunchtime, had passed, and I forgot again :(<br />
I suck! <br />
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Lets see if next week is any better :)CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-33019795898685600822013-10-23T07:10:00.000-07:002013-10-23T07:10:04.743-07:00TeethA few years ago, as all of you may know, Kyle knocked his teeth out by getting his knee stuck in a chair, shaking the chair to get his knee unstuck, and face planting on the floor. One tooth came out cleanly, the other had to be pulled two days later because it was hanging by a thread.<br />
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I was ready for him to get his precious teeth back, and immediately asked when I can get replacement teeth- ASM (something space maintenance or maintainer?). The dentist had some baaaad news for me. He couldn't get his teeth until the back molars were all the way through. I was hopeful for the next three appointments, but it was always "Sorry Mrs. Jones, not yet."<br />
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Finally, two years after he knocked his teeth out, he was able to get replacement teeth. I was so excited! Although I had grown to love my kid's snaggle tooth smile, his middle tooth was moving into the center and it really looked bad. It looked as though he was moving his tongue incorrectly when he was saying words, too. Plus kids, and adults, are just kinda mean and nosy.<br />
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His poor little teeth took some getting used to, as he said it hurt him every time he ate something. Finally, he stopped complaining, and we thought we were in happy teeth land.<br />
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Fast forward 2 1/2 months. My husband and I had just finished our anniversary dinner and I drove the babysitter home. I walk in and Chris says- "Don't be mad, but Kyle pulled out his teeth." Are you for real? What do you mean he pulled it out?!!! Then Kyle replied with- It was loosed, so I took it out. Then of course, instead of being an understanding mom- I yelled "THAT WAS 450 DOLLARS. HOW LONG IS IT GOING TO TAKE FOR HIM TO PAY ME BACK." Ugh! I know I overreacted, but I was just astonished at the time and wasn't thinking that we can totally go back in and get it recemented. You know, that rational woman thing, yeah, it wasn't there that night.<br />
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Well, we have an appointment next Tuesday at 11:00 am and my 3 1/2 year old son is adamant that he is NOT getting those teeth put back in. I am adamant that he is! Seriously, two more years of open space and that front tooth will be completely sideways.<br />
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I know many of you will think, what the heck, its just baby teeth, but 3,4, and 5 year olds are very aware of the way they look, and the way others look at them. It may sound vain, but I want my son to look and feel good about himself without having to tell every new person he meets that he knocked his teeth out, then he got new fake ones, then he pulled them out!CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-42613813084882207692013-10-14T06:48:00.001-07:002013-10-14T06:48:31.409-07:00Ragnar part deuxWell Bloggy Friends, its me again! (You are thinking, how can this be? You blogged last month? I'm in my A game, I guess.) The other weekend I completed my second Ragnar. It was an event for sure.<br />
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Here are some highlights<br />
10- Bill. We didn't know this guy or anything about him, except he worked with another runner in our van. He wasn't really a distance kinda guy, but he was upright, breathing, and willing. And he had jokes. Really dry, sarcastic, hilarious guy!<br />
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9- Going to the wrong exchange in the wee hours of the morning. Ragnar has this dumb way of putting the ending point first. Luckily we made it in time the bracelet slap hand-off to our next runner.<br />
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8- That dumb slap bracelet, its nasty sweaty, but its way better than a baton!<br />
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7- Peanut butter and jelly and tuna fish salad creations. Yep, that was my meal for lunch one day. What a combination.<br />
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6- heat index of 99! Not an exaggeration. It was brutally hot for most everyone Van 2's first run. I came in a little above pace on this 6 miler, but I felt like my lungs couldn't keep up with my legs.<br />
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5- Govey shutdown forced everyone to double up on their last leg. Since National parks were closed, any runs through any parks were closed off. What that did for me was take 4.4 miles away from my run, and 5 miles away from Bill's run. I didn't like the idea at first, but when it came time for it, I was very grateful!<br />
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4- Seeing Keith put a hammock between 2 trees. His butt was an inch from the ground. One wind gush and he would have fallen straight through.<br />
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3- Being able to do this with family and friends. My husband, my sister-in-law, and one of my dear friends were in the van with me. I was really proud of my husband. He is a strong runner and did great!<br />
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2- B.O. and butt. At three in the morning, things are really funny. Cheetos, Funyuns, sweaty people, dirty socks and shoes, food trash, outside smell on sleeping bags, all mixed with a hint of Doterra oils makes for an interesting smell. A smell that was affectionately described as B.O. and butt!<br />
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1- Running through the finish. Of course we couldn't do this alone, we had a whole other van of awesome women- Molly, Crystal, Michelle, Melanni, Kami, and Jenni. At the end of Mary and Keith's run, we all ran in with a silly hat. It was great! And everyone should have the opportunity to see Chris Jones with a big black afro.<br />
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This Ragnar was fun, HARD and tiring, and memorable. Next up: Ragnar Key West!<br />
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<br />CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-23277798730641209522013-09-15T21:15:00.001-07:002013-09-15T21:15:08.176-07:00My long lost friendsWhats up homies? You know you've missed me and my blogging antics, right? Well, I was sitting on my couch downing full butter popcorn and watching the Honey Boo Boo commitment ceremony, and I decided I needed to rekindle my love of blogging with my love of all things fattening, for all of you to see. So here I am!<br />
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I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I love Hot Tamales. Oh my gosh do I love them. I can down a whole entire box in 5 minutes flat. And stupid CVS, they always have a 2 for $3 sale. Well, the other night I went running, and after you run 3 miles, you can eat whatever you want, right? So I opted against the brownie and decided to go with the Hot Tamales. I was on my second box and I put them in my purse. I put my purse down, and I hear it. I hear the ping-ping-ping on the ground. I heard every single last Hot Tamale hit my front porch. Some even got stuck between the holes in the Welcome Mat. I walked inside with my head hanging low, my tongue on fire, and my belly bloated from only 1 box of Hot Tamales, instead of the 2 that I was supposed to have. Hot Tamales at CVS, I'm coming for you this week, and I will have my revenge.<br />
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Well Bloggy Friends, Breaking Amish is on, and I need to pay attention to a religion that encourages shunning and only requires their community to get an 8th grade education, because all of that is so awesome!CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-5223411246982591682013-04-01T20:23:00.003-07:002013-04-01T20:23:46.572-07:00Fashion no no'sYes. I am guilty of making almost every fashion faux pas there is, but I know what does and does not look good. I also lack the desire to spend ridiculous amounts of money on looking cute all the time. Yes, I am a brand whore...if you count target brands. And I aint talking about the "guest" designers whose clothes are still expensive and quite ugly.<br />
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- high waisted anything is only cute on a stick.<br />
- bangs are super cute on some people, not everyone. If you are and can rock the bangs, make sure they dont come from the back of your head.<br />
- skinny jeans do not look good on every body or bootie. Painted on jeans look good on no one.<br />
- if your toes arent painted or pedicured, dont wear flip flops.<br />
-Making rainbow stripes on your eyelids look dumb. As does wearing every day make-up as if you are on a stage for a production or competition, or "other."<br />
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There are other tips I could give, but I will stop there, since I will probably be embarrassing myself.<br />
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So bloggy friends, what is your fashion peeve?CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-59644747001310143252013-03-05T08:59:00.002-08:002013-03-05T08:59:49.595-08:00my thoughts as hashtagsIf my thoughts were hashtags...<br />
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#imsohungry<br />
#ifonemorekidcries<br />
#flipmylid<br />
#notacow #nursingeverythreehours #notanewbornanymore #dontcareifyouareteething<br />
#tabletsaintcheap #coloronsomedamnpaper<br />
#kissyourownbooboo #donotneedabandaidagain<br />
#hideandseekagain?<br />
#sureyoucan #watchinghoursoftv<br />
#whatsthatnoise and #whatsbrokennow<br />
And finally #bedtimeyessssssCDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-71122541876014930892013-02-04T15:23:00.001-08:002013-02-04T15:23:44.303-08:006 pmWhy yes, yes I did put my baby to bed at 6 p.m. He has this amazing ability to take 2 or 3 20 minute naps during the day, and that's it. So today, instead of waiting til 7 or so, I said dude, you are going to bed now. I am sure I will be regretting my decision come 6 am when he wants to wake up for good, but it seemed like a really good idea! Now off to teach Zumba. Lets hope I have more than 1 person today. Not exaggerating.CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-41319703980414866552013-01-24T18:48:00.002-08:002013-01-24T18:48:54.871-08:00FoodI don't have a food addiction, I have an eating addiction. It used to just be a sugar addiction, but now it is an anything I can get my grubby hands on, less baby food mush. I draw the line there. But its a really small line. If my kids don't finish something, which is happening all too often these days, there aren't starving kids in Africa, there is a starving Mom right here. Left over snack- I will take it. I can't put a scoop of potatoes in the fridge, I'll just eat them! I eat lunch, and an hour later, I am thinking about what to eat for dinner, and trying to figure out some convincing argument for ordering out or going out to eat... just so there is no mess in my kitchen. (Yes, I abhor dishes duty. I get bitter when I am the only one doing dishes. My babies daddy does help in the fight against the double stack sink, but I want more. I would rather clean the toilet than do the dishes. But I digress.) So, as I sit here, with my pants above my waist because they are too tight on my actual waist, I reflect on my eating choices for the day. I ate entirely too much. It's almost 10 at night, and I am super hungry. Anyone have any coping mechanisms for eating addictions and those that love them? No, really. I'm serious.CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-74269226798999785832012-11-03T21:45:00.000-07:002012-11-03T21:45:26.529-07:00Crazy DaysWhen I fantasized about being a mom, I thought my day would go something like this.<br />
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Wake up. Shower and get dressed in decent clothes with all my jewelry on, and nice shoes, and do my hair and makeup.<br />
Wake all of my children up. Help the little one(s) get dressed, and the older one(s) would dress themselves.<br />
We would all come downstairs together where we would eat plain Cheerios with fresh strawberries on top, and a tiny pinch of Stevia.<br />
We would leave the house with plenty of time and sing songs as we walked to the bus stop.<br />
Exercise, snack, story time, craft time, lunch, then nap.<br />
In the evening, we would all do our part in helping with dinner, and my husband and I would take turns preparing a healthy meal.<br />
After dinner, we would play a board or card game, go outside for a bit, and come back in for baths, story time again, and then bed time. We would say a family prayer, kiss them goodnight, and they would fall blissfully asleep, and my husband and I would watch a wholesome romantic comedy or our favorite sitcom together.<br />
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Now, my day goes something like this:<br />
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I am awakened by a kid who's in my bed because the zombies were attacking him in his dreams. Another kid comes in crying really loud because he can't find his blankie, which in turn wakes up the baby, who is hungry and needs to eat right then, or the world will cease to exist. I send the older ones downstairs to watch a cartoon while I tend to the baby.<br />
The younger two are still in pj's while I get the older one his clothes for the day. I rummage through his drawer for socks and underwear, because the last clean pair isn't in the right drawer. During this time, I hear "Hey, fight me. " Laugh, laugh, whack, whack, scream and cry. Then one child comes to me crying that the other one hurt/hit him. I get out captain crunch berries, or cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast, probably forget the spoons, and napkins along the way.<br />
After demanding the oldest get dressed, the baby falls asleep, and the middle one spills juice all over the floor.<br />
Now I have to wake the baby, we run out the door with pj's still on and hair def. not brushed, and lunch hasn't been made, only to see the bus pass by. The big boy hauls butt to the next bus stop, and I realize my garage door, and the door leading into my house are wide open. GREAT!!!<br />
This is all before 8:45 am.<br />
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I would divulge the rest, but I'm sure you get the picture. (And most of you can relate, right?)<br />
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And even though life with kids is not like I expected, I'm OK with this chaos. Because when I put them to bed at night, and kiss their little foreheads, I realize I'm blessed to be able to give and receive love from these little ones that I've been entrusted with here on Earth.CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-24917060789135074102012-09-03T07:05:00.001-07:002012-09-03T07:05:30.529-07:00Few MonthsThe last few months have been... a little busy for me. I've wholly neglected my blog, and I'm sorry for you! You aren't privy to all of the antics and going on's in my life. And I am sure you are just sitting by your computer, refreshing this site and just waiting for me to write something inquisitive and life altering? No, not really? Oh, whew- that's a lot of pressure off of me. Well, in case you even had an inkling of wondering what myself and my family have been up to, I actually have some pictures to post!<br />
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Goodbye summer, and hello to a new era of my life- having a kid in school! I'm figuring out how to juggle this crazy thing I call my life. I'm sure my next post will have something to do with how I'm failing to kick my sugar or soda addiction. Until then, bloggy world!</div>
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Sunday, August 5, around 7:30 pm- Drop boys off at Grandma Jones', pick up a burger and a McFlurry on the way home<br />
Monday, August 6, 6 ish- Wake up, take a shower, make sure the bag is packed. Wait for my mom.<br />
7 (ish)- get to the hospital, wait, and wait, and wait in my room until someone from registration comes in<br />
8- nurse comes in, hands me my stylish gown, and tells me to put it on<br />
8:05- change, WATER BREAKS! nice timing!<br />
8:10- nurse asks 1000 questions, lay in bed, get my IV<br />
8:15- get pitocin (and i ask why am i getting pitocin since my labor has already begun- she informs me it is on the smallest dosage and is barely doing anything)<br />
8:30- feel contractions- damnit- back labor again- my mom helps me breathe through it<br />
8:50- husband leaves- sigh- he better be back before this baby makes his appearance<br />
9:15- epidural- a hundred more questions- try 1, nope, try 2, wrong spot, try 3, oops, not there either, try 4- well maybe this will work- ok- lay down-<br />
9:20- Ummm- my lower right leg is numb, but I can feel absolutely everything else.<br />
9:30- Epidural clearly not working, anesthesiologist decides I need a spinal block. So we start the process all over again, with one numb side, and still have back, and now front contractions.<br />
9:45- I can still feel my left hip area, and the contractions/feet in my ribs. I'm laying in an uncomfortable position, and having a hard time breathing.<br />
10:30- anesthesiologist number 2 comes in, fiddles with machine, gives me something, rolls me to my left side, and I finally feel decent. Thank you Dr. Karp. (Had this guy with Kyle, he was amazing. We asked for him this time, but he was down in the OR-sigh)<br />
11:00- 5 centimeters checked by nurse- shouldn't my doc be here?<br />
11:35- call Chris and tell him to bring me lollipop and gum, and by the way, why was my pitocin turned up?<br />
11:50- call back Chris and tell him not to stop for lollipop and to speed cause I could tell this guy was coming fast<br />
12- Chris walks in, whew! I'm ready to go!<br />
12:20- Dr comes in, checks me, I'm all the way, but says we can hold off on pushing. Really? Its a good thing most my lower half was numb, because the contractions were definitely close and long. (I could STILL feel him up under my ribs.)<br />
12:30- Nurse gives me my second round of antibiotics and talks soccer with my husband.<br />
1- Doctor comes in, I get cleaned up and prepped, he gets cleaned up and prepped, and I start pushing a few minutes later.(Remember, I'm still numb, so figuring out how to bear down to push and not tighten with my face was a challenge.)<br />
1:25 ish- Dr. says- good gracious he has a big head. Do all of your kids have big heads? YES- YES THEY DO!<br />
1:32- Baby! They plopped him on top of me, which I think is a bit gross, but whatever!, and I said- awww- he looks like my other two. They all commented on how big and beautiful his umbilical cord was- (umm- gross again!) then they cleaned him off, and I heard the cry. BEST SOUND EVER. <br />
1:45- getting stitches as my Doctor talks to me about how his friends are servers and bartenders, so he can't play with them during the week since he has a big boy job.<br />
1:50 ish- I get to hold my baby and the nurse asked me to try to nurse him. He wasn't too interested, but after trying for a little bit, he latched right on. Good boy!<br />
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<span style="text-align: start;">Blake Christopher Jones, 8 pounds 5.7 ounces, 21 1/2 inches long, noggin size- big!</span>
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This has by far been the hardest pregnancy to date. The factors are many- the fact that it's summer, I'm in my 30's now, my 5 year old has become a really difficult child who is testing his limits and being disrespectful to everyone, my 2 year old is either so full of energy that I can't keep up with him, or he is crying and screaming, I am carrying this baby directly out front which is putting pressure on my ribs, my upper and lower back, and even my neck, and the heart burn/acid reflux is really bad this go round.</div>
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With all of the negative things going on, I was very grateful for today. I had a dear friend throw myself and another friend a baby "sprinkle" today. (The kind where there is no registering, no big frills or games, just some food, good friends, a few presents, and a lot of laughs.) Although, I didn't really feel deserving, seeing as this is my third BOY, I am so appreciative for everyone who attended and contributed, and I really feel blessed to be surrounded by sweet people. Especially at this time, when my sarcasm level has gone up 18 notches, because I am so sick of being prego!</div>
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Babies are blessings, I know they are, and I am sure when I meet my little guy I will fall in love with him, but right now, that eviction notice can't come soon enough :)</div>
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Does August 6 sound like a good day to have a baby? :)CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-6590179998534429422012-06-20T21:18:00.000-07:002012-06-20T21:18:05.288-07:00Wide and longSo really, everyone knows I am going to say just what I think on this blog. This is the reason I have neglected to write as many posts as I would like. My brain keeps going back to how bad I look and feel during this pregnancy. I've had several people ask me if I'm carrying twins, and a mom of a teenager ask me if I was past due, and was appalled that I was still a month and a half out, and would indeed be getting bigger. UGH! <br />
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Speaking of getting bigger, one of the perks of pregnancy/having a baby, is obviously the increased boobage! For someone who has nothing, a little bit up top is really exciting. But after carrying and breastfeeding two babies already, this time around the bigger cup size isn't quite as appealing, because now, they are just wide! Not even wide and perky, just wide. I have to dig them from underneath of my armpits to stuff them into a bra, to create cleavage. And non-perky boob cleavage is UGLY! My friends and I have discussions at church about how unattractive cleavage really is. (Yes, during church- ha!)<br />
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And while I am complaining, along with my sausage fingers and toes, my hiney looks like I ate way too many sausages. And not only is my butt big (OK- no comments on the fact that I have had this larger than life hind end since middle school)- its LONG. But seriously, who has a long butt? I feel like I need to take up sewing and create an underwear bra, to hold this long bootie in place. I really feel like it starts in the middle of my back, and goes down to just before the back of my knees. No wonder I can't find any clothes to fit me!<br />
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I need to head off to bed, and be grateful for the beautiful blessing that will soon be joining our family, but as I walk up the stairs, rest assured, I will be feeling every force of gravity pulling my body parts straight down!<br />
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<br />CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-12752926680579536302012-05-21T08:23:00.001-07:002012-05-21T08:25:04.432-07:00We are always changing!As women, our mind, our soul, our thoughts, even our bodies are always changing. Some for the good, some for the not so good. Here are some of those changes:<br />
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- Making more conscious food choices. These choices are usually for the better. As a kid I would eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and an eclair for dinner, and have a butterfinger for dessert right before going to bed. I would feel so sick if I did that now!<br />
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- Getting a healthy heart. Most of us do cardio for weight loss or maintenance, but we all know that a good cardio workout is a great cardio workout for your heart. <br />
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- Parenting! When I grow up- I will NEVER be like my mom. And then you turn into her, and realize its not such a bad thing.<br />
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- Teenage girls dream about their future husband and how perfect he (and your marriage) is going to be. Then a couple of years after getting married you realize what you wanted has changed, and then a few more years later, you realize what a great man, father, and partner you have. And hopefully he will see that in you, too.<br />
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- Everything sags before you get "old."<br />
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- No matter how much you do to prevent it, cellulite is a part of life for women.<br />
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- Breastfeeding is indeed best for baby, but your boobs WILL NEVER be the same afterwards. <br />
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- You will waddle when you are pregnant. Period.<br />
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- You let your kids zone out in front of the TV like drooling maniac's because you need to get stuff done. (And don't tell me you don't!)<br />
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- People you love and you are close to will die, and in a horrific manner, and you will question your relationship with God. And you will question that relationship again, and again, and again.<br />
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- Church is still a place for socializing, but it actually becomes a place to foster spiritual experiences and meaningful lessons. <br />
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- Going out with friends is fun, but hanging out with your family is sometimes more fun. Your family becomes your best friends.<br />
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- Your skin doesn't automatically get better. All kinds of weird spots and bumps show up, and practically out of nowhere.<br />
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-Parts of your body you didn't know existed, hurt. You can throw your back out sneezing. Hurt your hip reaching. Or crack ribs by playing catch.<br />
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But really, each birthday that goes by is another year of wisdom you are able to have, and from which to learn. Try to be grateful for something big or small, every day of your life.<br />
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Today I am grateful for this baby who is sitting on my sciatic nerve and making me pee every 15 minutes! It means he is growing and healthy! Love you unnamed baby boy number 3!<br />
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# 5- No, I am not weirdly fat only in my bulging tummy. I am indeed 5 1/2 months pregnant, so stop staring at me.</div>
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# 4- For the love of all things good, can someone please design workout maternity clothes. Not all pregnant women want to wear yoga pants for every workout. I bought several pairs of large shorts, which are big enough, but don't give extra room for the expanding belly and just end up in your backside. It's a permanent wedgie.</div>
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# 3- Don't tell me that your doctor told you, or you read on the internet, that running while pregnant is bad for the baby, can cause birth defects, or even miscarriages. I keep track of my heart rate, my breathing, and any odd pains that might pop up. If anything is out of the ordinary, I slow down, or walk. No doctor has ever, or will ever tell you not to walk while you are pregnant, so hush up well meaning, but ill informed old school advice givers.</div>
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# 2- Speaking of slowing down, if I slowed down anymore, I will be standing in place. This is no joke, and very frustrating. I am not a fast runner to begin with, so slowing down my pace because I physically can't make my body move any faster is less than ideal.</div>
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# 1- I can not go one mile without feeling like I have to pee. And with each step I take, I feel like I need to pee more and more. Oh, and heaven forbid I have to sneeze while running...</div>
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Even though it kinda sucks, I don't want to lose the "fitness" I had a couple of months ago. And sitting on the stationary bike at the gym for 25 minutes doesn't compare to the cardio workout that you get from running. And, I have tried prenatal yoga, and it kinda sucks.</div>CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-47203385967970630672012-03-28T10:18:00.001-07:002012-03-28T10:18:53.526-07:00Lock your car!I blame the Little Guy.<br />
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I got in my car the other morning, and noticed what I thought was my glove compartment, was open and empty. Nothing else seemed to be bothered or gone, so I thought maybe my husband took the manual out for one reason or another. I went to work and thought no more about it. When I left work that day, I stopped by the gas station to get a soda (don't judge, you probably drank soda when you were prego, too!) and I got a dollar from my wallet, and went to grab some coins from the change-holder-thingy, but there was no money. Hell, the entire change-holder-thingy was gone. Right then I realized two things; my car had indeed been broken into, and they found another glove compartment in my car, which I didn't know about! </div>
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So why do I blame the Little Guy? Well, he was in my purse, stealing my mascara and rubbing it all over the couch, so I can only assume he got into my keys and starting pressing buttons, as he always does!</div>
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Moral of the story- lock your car and hide your purse.</div>CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-38104028725876129342012-02-20T13:00:00.000-08:002012-02-20T13:00:51.478-08:00Clothes shopping, no thanks!I NEVER thought I wouldn't want to go shopping for new clothes. I do love to shop, and I really love clearance racks at stores. I don't care if it was last season's shirt, if it has a red tag on it, I'm happy. But right now, I don't want to buy anything! I'm almost 4 months pregnant, and I'm not one of those adorable pregnant ladies who just have a belly, but nothing else grows. Nope, I grow everywhere- (well, except for my boobs, which is the one place I really want to grow.) A lot of people *think* I am all stomach, but really, my butt, legs, and hips spread right away. Since this is hopefully my last pregnancy, I really don't want to dump money into buying a new maternity wardrobe. I went through all the clothes I wore with the other kiddo's and they are all work clothes. I guess I could wear slacks and button up shirts everyday, but one thing that prego ladies know is you gotta be comfortable! So here I am at an impasse with being not quite big enough for maternity clothes, but too big for my normal fitted attire. Ugh!CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-60020054708871414202012-01-16T11:20:00.000-08:002012-01-16T11:20:18.056-08:00Busy and 5.Bloggy World,<br />
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Its been over a month since I have graced you with my slightly sarcastic, yet, very truthful writings and musings. I've been busy! Since I wrote you last, I<br />
1- successfully pulled off an entire cheer and dance competition. (Lets forget about the part where there were 5 missing trophies, and this was not realized until the emcee was calling out winners and I ran out of trophies.) Through all of this, I've realized my days of being a head coach are numbered. I don't know if I will ever get out of the cheer/dance world, but being an assistant, or just choreographing and/or judging seems more up my alley right now.<br />
2- I've pretty much stopped running, minus two miles here, or three there. I do feel a bit antsy about letting this slip, but I REFUSE to run in 30 degree weather.<br />
3- I've taught zumba only one time in the entire month. It seems that everyone has an excuse for why they can't come.<br />
4- We had Christmas Eve with the Jones', Christmas Day at our house, Christmas night at the Boyce's, then the day after Christmas with the Jones' again.<br />
5- We went to Florida. We were in a pretty nice hotel, where they didn't have washing machines and dryers available for guests to do themselves. We could get our laundry done, by housekeeping, for a small fee of around 5 bucks per garment. So, we all ran out of clothes, and I'm pretty sure my husband wore the same pair of jeans more than twice. I may or may not have done the same.<br />
And while you Virginian's had 60 degree weather here, I had 84 degree weather, and certainly was in my bathing suit, floating on the lazy river!<br />
6- We went to Sea World. The Big Boy did not want to do Disney at all. He really wanted to go to Sea World, and since my hubby and I didn't care, we obliged him and went. It was pricey, but the 5 hours we spent there were great! We saw an animal show, complete with dogs, cats, birds, pigs, and even a skunk. We got to watch the whale show- this was amazing, and NO, none of the trainers were pinned to the bottom by their angry whale this time.<br />
7- We hired a babysitter (two of the soccer players) to play DS with our older son, and also monitor the little one who was sleeping, so we could do something for New Years. Our big night out was eating a meal in the hotel lobby. We did, however, see fireworks through the window. That was a plus.<br />
8- I've had practices and performances with my girls.<br />
9- I've waited for more people to show up for Zumba.<br />
10- I've eaten A LOT of sweets. Yep, I'm still at it. Yikes!<br />
11- I've gained several pounds- most likely due to numbers 10 and 2.<br />
12- My parents live in a home which the original home is 80 years old. My brother gutted and redid their bathroom as a Christmas gift. I will be putting new front doors on their home. Hopefully these fixes will make them more comfortable in their old, almost historic home.<br />
13- The person who quite literally changed my life is 5. Today is his actual birthday, but we celebrated it on Saturday with 16 other kids. NO lie. There were 16 kids under 15, 90% of them were under 6, and very boy heavy. Collin was able to have a couple of his friends from school come over and he was so excited about that. We had pizza, pinata, coloring pages, played duck duck goose, soccer, lots of wrestling the bigger kids, lots of candy, and of course, cake, ice cream, and presents. No one got hurt until the little kid who was hiding under the table with his other buddies stealing people's candy, hit his head on the table going to get his goody bag. That was the only casualty. I'd say it was a pretty good day.<br />
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I love my little guy. He went from being the guy of my dreams, to the kid who amazes me every day, to the kid I couldn't wait to send to preschool cause he was driving me crazy, to a perfect mix of a small child, and an older kid. I know everyone thinks their first born is super smart, and I'm no exception to that thought.<br />
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Until next time bloggy world!CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-86295802997397343132011-12-13T21:33:00.000-08:002011-12-13T21:33:05.789-08:00ProcrastinatorHave I already blogged about this? Well if I have, sorry, you will hear it again! <br />
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Why am I such a procrastinator? I literally have to wait until all of my family is in bed, there is absolutely nothing on TV and, facebook, twitter, and email have all been checked and no one is posting anything or sending me anything.<br />
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I am spending my nights doing programs, t-shirts, to do lists, getting judges and vendors squared away, etc. for this stupid competition on Saturday. (I say stupid because it is a whole lotta work, and its just little old me doing it all.) Its not like I didn't start these projects early enough, its that I don't work on them early enough at night, so I can go to bed at a decent hour, and get a good night's sleep.<br />
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Man am I tired! My body is mad at me and rebelling against all of the late nights. I have a headache, sinus ache, lower back pains, and have recently thought picking up a productive cough would be totally awesome. HA!<br />
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I just keep thinking, if I can make it until Saturday night, all will be well- except- scurch- there are two parties and I have to prepare a lesson for Sunday School the next day. And since I am a procrastinator, I will do it on Saturday night, after everyone goes to bed, or Sunday morning while I am trying to get my kids dressed and ready for church! UGH!<br />
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So procrastination I go, until I can figure how to start projects earlier in my day!CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941796382215074716.post-1756224124537366572011-12-05T21:26:00.001-08:002011-12-05T21:35:55.333-08:00I'm at it again.SUGAR! I can't seem to get enough of it these days. Remember my post from a couple months back where I was responsible for eating an entire package of Oreo's? Well, I'm craving those stupid Oreo's again. And candy bars. And tootsie pops. And soda. Pretty much anything super sweet, with no nutritional value, I want it. For a while there, I was great. I wouldn't say my issue with sugar ever went away, but it definitely wasn't out of control. Leading up to Ragnar, when I was in the thick of my training, and then, leading up to my half marathon, when I was putting up the big miles, my need for sucre was at bay. It was a normal, everyone loves sugar, but not going to indulge everyday type of thing. But now, man oh man, I am back at it again. I can attribute it to a couple of things.<br />
1- I'm not training anymore.<br />
2- Its cold outside, and I love me some hot chocolate.<br />
3- I'm away from home and at practice a lot more now than before, so its easy to grab something from the vending machine.<br />
4- I am staying up very late at night to get competition stuff done, and the only good snacks in my house are ice cream and candy.<br />
5- I've fallen into the "its the holidays, I'll be better in the New Year" trap. This trap is bad- and it sucks people right in!<br />
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So while I wait for someone, anyone, to show up to my zumba classes on friday mornings and monday nights, I will consume sugar. While I am at practice for a double rehearsal, I will consume sugar. While my littlest has learned how to say "I want kin-y, I want duh- dun (I want candy, I want dumdum) I will give into him, because I want some as well, and I will consume sugar. <br />
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OH MY GOSH I LOVE SUGAR!CDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12772908178181065071noreply@blogger.com0