It is, of course, completely unreasonable. But it’s true, I want to be Barbie. Well, more like I want the life of Barbie……..at least the Barbies that live in my house.
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It’s wintertime – – in the northeast United States. That means snow, ice, wind and snowdays. 
Remember being a kid and watching through the window hoping, praying (and maybe even offering your intentions to be a PERFECT child) for a snowday. A sleep in late day. A watch TV and eat junk food all day kind of day.
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We’ve been working with a poetry unit this semester learning all kinds of poetry styles. We have also been enjoying books of poems by Jack Prelutsky - a master wordsmith for kids! His work inspired a fun project; we decided to collaborate on a poem where we each wrote a stanza. Here are the amusing results.
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First off – I’m not Miss Manners, Martha Stewart, Amy Vanderbilt, Emily Post or Letitia Baldridge. Matter of fact, I’m sure they could find a thing or two three about me that they’d love to fix. BUT I’m relatively confident that I have common sense and consideration most of the time, especially when it comes to “how to act in public”. I was raised by a woman who thought nothing of a whap upside the back of my head if I misbehaved out in public . I knoweth of what I speak!
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It begins the day you find out you’re pregnant: you do things you never thought you would and don’t want to do.
You start by giving up coffee….well, at least caffeine…and then cocktails….well except for an occasional glass of wine… all for the baby. You suffer unending nausea trying every “safe” remedy someone suggests just so that you can brush your teeth without tossing your cookies. You let perfect strangers touch your bulging belly and comment on your girth, tell you what you should do and add their opinion to your name choices. Think about it: would you allow that if you WEREN’T waddling your way through your last trimester?!
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I am a hoarder collector saver reuser of items. I was doing it long before it became fashionably “green” to reduce, reuse, recycle. I blame credit my mother and grandmother who never lost some of the depression era frugality (there was always a can of used cooking grease/lard in the house).
I “acquire” things (sometimes in quantity) and hold onto them (sometimes for too long) because you never know when you might need them.
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I’m not a big television person. Give me the news and Jeopardy and I’m pretty much all set.
My husband, on the other hand, is totally, completely and utterly addicted to it. He can’t even surf the net and listen to webcasts with his earpiece unless he also has the TV on (typically loud enough for me to hear 2 rooms away).
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From the time I learned what toxic chemicals were toiling to our climate, I immediately started using up my old commercial products and looking for a way to go green. For anyone who lives alone and isn’t a clean-freak, this is not a fast process, but I’m trying. As one product is used up, it is replaced with a non-toxic product like white vinegar and baking soda. To see just what I had, I took all my cleaning products and placed them in boxes on a shelf in my utility room. This was also to keep them out of reach of a curious toddler.
We’re homeschoolers. We don’t really have a last day of school or a back to school. Learning is a round the clock, 7 day/week experience for us. Except, of course, those days when being a couch potato is infinitely more productive than trying to get in a lesson. There’s no back to school shopping, or first day of school jitters, or new teachers. But today, I have the “back to school” blues.
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You’d think, for a mom, I’d be doing laundry or loading the dishwasher… or something other than blogging. Well, since you are here I feel I should be upfront with you; in essence warn you about expectations. As I say to my husband, expect nothing and you will grin ear to ear when I pull through with a newly-Swiffered kitchen floor or a lemon-scented toilet bowl.
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Current Mood:
Unmotivated