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My birthday: April 17
My anniversary: April 25
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If I had a billion dollars, I'd give a million to each of my friends and family. I'd have an indoor gym and pool built at my college. I'd pay for teachers aides at my daughter's school. I'd buy every book Nora Roberts ever wrote, and I'd fly to her next book signing so I could tell her thank you for saving my sanity by giving me an escape from reality for a few hours at a time.
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1,000 Shades of Fool
American Girl
Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too
DJGroovySlug
FlyLady.net
He Wrote, She Wrote
I choose not to believe
I Was Just Thinking...
Jill Shalvis
Long and Writing Road
Miss Snark
Passionate Chaos
Pub Rants
Questions Asked, Questions Answered
Running With Quills
Still I Rise
Sublime Vacuity
The Steal-Me Book
Turn the Page
Woodland Rambles
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Taken from the ALA website
Books I have read are italicized.
I'm getting ready for a cooking spree. I have to make chocolate chip cookies and pumpkin pies to take to my dad's house today.
...the pediatrician put A on Concerta (an ADD medicine) Wednesday. She's been a much calmer, more focused child since then. If it seems to be working so well, why do I feel so bad for doing it?
The government today announced that it is changing its emblem from an Eagle to a CONDOM because it more accurately reflects the government's political stance.
A condom allows for inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a bunch of pricks, and gives you a sense of security while you're actually being screwed.
It just doesn't get more accurate than that.
My mil came and stayed with the kdis Monday night so I could go to class. She told me that after she put A to bed she went into M's room to watch a movie with him. She sat down on the floor, and he turned around and looked at her, pointed a finger at her and said "You don't need to be thinking that I'm going to bed yet!"
Then later they were talking about how he loves mommy and daddy, and mil said that she loved us too, and that daddy was her son. M looked confused, so she said, "You know, you're Daddy's son?" and M said "yeah, I'm his son" and she said, "Well, Daddy is my son." M said "Nuh-uh, he belongs to Mommy!" and gave her what she described as a go-to-hell look. Good that the kid knows who's the boss around here!
A's tooth, that is. It was so loose that I could get my thumbnail under it in the front. So I applied a teeny bit of pressure, and voila, out it came. I handed it to her and asked if it hurt. Her eyes got huge- I'm not sure she realized that I'd pulled it. (Guess it didnt hurt.) She was all excited. And since we're getting pictures taken today, it was perfect timing- we'll have a permanent memory of that new smile. 
Went to visit my brother but he wasn't allowed to have visitors because when they woke him to have him read the manual and take the quiz, he said he'd rather not. (Somehow I doubt that was the exact phrasing he used....) So I wasn't allowed to see him. I called a little bit ago and he can have visitors tomorrow, so I guess he decided to cooperate. Maybe he's wising up. Nah, probably not.
Life fucking sucks. I've had the worst week in my entire life. Bar none. I can't explain here, but trust me on this... it's been bad.
My brother went to the juvenile detention center today.
I can go visit him. I'm not sure I want to. I'm so mad at him, and at Mom and Dad for being lousy parents, and at myself for leaving as soon as I was old enough- which was also when he and the girls needed me most. I'm mostly mad at my parents, though, for being stupid assholes who should never have reproduced.
Life sucks. I don't feel like blogging right now. At least not here.
M (who- for those of you who don't remember- is three) came downstairs to me, blood dripping down his index finger and onto his hand. My hand is all wet- it's red. (Imagine a thoroughly disgusted tone of voice.) Okay, what did you do? I hurt it. On what? A wheel. Okaaay. So I take him upstairs to the bathroom, stick him under cold water (which pissed him off immensely because it was cold!) and discover that it is just a small cut- but bleeding a lot. I blot him dry, get out the neosporin- which leads to bawling because he doesn't like medicine! and apply a racecar bandaid. There is a continuing discussion regarding the way in which the damage was done, and by what. The wheel. What wheel? Where at? On the table downstairs. Okay, that means that he hurt himself, went upstairs, got out a bandaid- which I know because it was in the bathroom floor with blood on it- and decided that it was bleeding too much for him, so he came back downstairs to get me. We finally get him doctored up, and go to the kitchen to see this dangerous wheel that I apparently left unattended within my son's reach. The culprit? A pencil sharpener. Yes, I said a pencil sharpener. He stuck his finger in the hole where the pencil goes and twisted. I explained to him that this is not a wheel, and it has knives in it to cut pencils with. He looked skeptical. Every parent sees that look, I'm sure. Yeah, right- do you honestly expect me to believe that load of crap? I, unfortunately, tend to see it frequently.
Do other people have kids like these? Or is it just mine?
A has a loose tooth. It's her first. She was eating a bowl of Cheerios yesterday for breakfast and when she bit down on a Cheerio- poof- loose tooth. She's been really excited about it.
Today I picked her up from school and we were talking about the tooth fairy. The conversation went like this: A: "There's no tooth fairy." Mom: "Well, then, who puts the money under the pillow and takes the tooth?" A: "It's a tooth witch. She rides around on a teeny tiny toothbrush, and she uses her wand to magically pick the tooth up in the air and send it to her house. She has wings like a fairy. I like tooth witch wings best of all. Tooth witches are my favorite thing with wings."
When I took A to the birthday party, the birthday girl (BG) was being really mean to her. She kept saying "No, A, don't touch that! No, you can't play the game. You 're playing last. You can't play makeup with us." She was really being a little shit. A didn't even seem to notice. I told one of the other moms that I wasn't sure I should leave A because BG didn't seem to like A very well, and she said that she didn't think that A and BG got along at school. So then I was trying to decide if it would be worse for me to make A come home or to let her stay and put up with BG being a brat to her. I finally decided to let her stay, because she's been looking forward to this for weeks and she really didn't seem to notice or mind that BG was being mean- and she gets along with the other girls who were there. But now I'm not sure what to do, because BG's mom has mentioned several times that we should have a playdate and after watching what I did today, there is NO WAY that kid is coming to my house.
The thing that really frustrates me is that we bought the matching patches for their Brownie vests, and now I hope BG's gets lost so she never puts it on hers. I guess I'm a materialistic, evil bitch, because I'm really irritated that I spent $15 on a brat who is mean to my daughter- when I'm trying to save every penny towards Christmas for my kids. (I hate being poor- I can hardly wait until I get out of school and I can get a good job.)
Hubby started a new job today- second shift. It has both positives and negatives. We'll have to wait and see which wins.
Somebody found my site by searching google for butterfly's eyeballs. How cool is that? New toy, new toy! Bwa ha ha.
Ignore me, I'm spazzing- A is going to her first sleep-over tonight. She's just so little to be spending the whole night at a stranger's house. It's her friend's birthday. We bought her a really cool Barbie writing desk thingie, and a butterfly patch to wear on her Brownie vest (we got 2 just the same so A can wear one on her vest, too). I bought a bunch of really neat wrapping paper with snowmen all over it. I'm a snowman fanatic. I adore them.
Okay, A saw the link about squirrels in the corner. She asked "Why did the squirrel cross the road? Can you find out and tell me?" When I told her it was just a joke, she said that she thought the squirrel crossed the road to find a girl squirrel to marry. Oy.
Well, I still have a present to wrap- so maybe I'll be back later.
Everybody send healthy thoughts to Lishy. She has a nasty head cold.
...where you find out about who visits your site, and how they found it, and all that stuff?
