Similar to The Art of War, a Chinese military treatise that was written by Sun Tzu in the 6th century BC, the art of hugging is just as revealing, albeit not as well documented.
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It has been a wonderful year for tomatoes. Last summer they refused to ripen. This was probably for the best, since JD was only a few months old and canning them was not really a feasible option. My stash of home canned tomatoes had dwindled down to the point where I was almost panicking. No goulash? What if I really, really want goulash? You can’t make goulash with (gasp) store bought canned tomatoes!
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Current Mood:
Green
I always laugh when I think about baby-proofing. Mostly because of that saying “I child-proofed the house, but they keep getting back in!” but also because it is impossible.
Making your home a sanctuary in which no child will ever get hurt/ingest a chemical/swallow a Lego is not going to happen. New mothers, take notes. It will save your sanity!
Current Mood:
Perplexed…???
Tonite’s installment of, I Can’t Sleep, has been brought to you by the makers of Naturally More Peanut Butter. Naturally More Peanut Butter: Because, naturally, I need more peanut butter than the average binge eater.
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Current Mood:
Catty & 
Devilish & 
Drowning & 
Horsing around… & 
Juggling the world & 
Needing a time out… & Perplexed…??? & 
Playful & 
Sassy
I want to preface this with some major kudos to the single parents. I don’t know how you do it. Seriously.
I foolishly decided that I could take all three boys camping by myself. No husband.
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Current Mood: Juggling the world
My friends had invited us to go camping with them. They had their grandkids for the weekend of this really excellent tractor show (a phrase I never thought I would utter, I assure you) and were hoping we would tag along so they would have some built in playmates.
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Current Mood:
Do me in already!
Sometimes I have trouble reminding myself that JD is a full-fledged toddler. Most people refer to it as “denial.” He is my youngest, he is the last, and certainly will be my “baby” forever, right? I can only ignore those “signs” for so long, those indicators that my baby is on the path to becoming a little boy.
I spent the better part of Thursday morning waiting in an auditorium filled with parents and children. Just my luck, I happened to be seated in the row directly in front of two young ladies who have spent a few years honing their skills to near perfection in “teen speak.” Every now and again, I’d lean over to my daughter and mutter, “If you ever…..” After the first hour, I was begging for sharp implements with which to stab my eardrums and put me out of my misery.
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I went to a local store at the mall, today, called Buckle. It’s a dedicated jeans shop (but they also sell shirts and shoes). There were low-rise jeans, mid-rise jeans, skinny, boot cut, flared, eco-friendly (seriously??) jeans, blinged-out jeans; I was experiencing denim-sensory-overload. There were also jeggings. I laughed my ass off when the salesgirl (whom I shall refer to as Candy since I was too tickled to catch her real name) nonchalantly said the word. I asked her to repeat herself so I could get another internal chuckle, “I’m sorry. What are these called?” Although, internally, she was probably thinking, “crazy old feed-bag needs to stick to workout pants”. I asked her if she felt stupid saying the word. She said, “No”. I asked how old she was (look, this wasn’t an interview. It’s not illegal for me to ask her that question). “I’ll be 22 this year!” (she was so proud of her age). Well, that answered my question… all of them.
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Current Mood: Catty & Playful & Sassy
I am ready to give up on being presentable. It just isn’t going to happen. I am not a neat person to begin with. I am rather clumsy and prone to spilling coffee on myself, or dribbling salsa down my shirt. Condiments land on my pants on a regular basis.
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Current Mood: Do me in already!