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Motivated Mondays – Being an Over-Achiever HAS to be Over-Rated

I am a good Mom. No, I am a great Mom…or so I keep telling myself that. I’m not really into “pats on the back” so the words are usually converted into little bites of Godiva, which means that there are a lot of little empty gold bags laying around. They make for elegant decor…or doggie-doo bags. Just don’t mistake the new from the old. Yes, it’s Monday. Just sayin’.

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Funny…Makes Funny

Last week a friend told me I wasn’t very funny when I was pregnant. Personally I challenge anyone to strap on a 30 pound watermelon, try to shave their right leg…oh, and then crack a smile. Look, it’s not about being funny. Looking funny, yes. Being funny, no.

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Allow Me To Introduce Myself

I am so excited and honored to be a part of such an amazing group of Hottie-McHottie writers!  I will do my best to not let you down or offend (too much).

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Saying Goodbye for the Second Time

My Army National Guard husband got off for pass this weekend before heading off overseas. I went to pick him up on Friday for Tiger Day and family day, and we made some good family memories. But, this morning I had to send my husband back to Camp Shelby, MS. for the second time, when I really just wanted to “kidnap” him and keep him here…

Falling Apart When I’m Putting Myself Back Together

I can’t feel my left shin.  Let me rephrase that, my left shin is numb.  It has been that way for four days now.  Is this the beginning? 

What is around the corner for me, having a bottle of Tums on my nightstand?  A medicine cabinet full of aspirin and liniments (because that is what you call it when you get to a certain age)?  Metamucil taking up permanent residence on the kitchen counter? 

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Day 8 – Freudian Clip

It’s sad when one finds amusement in little jagged-edged colorful clippings. Every week I challenge myself to see how much I can save, and the more I save, the better I feel. Some women shop for shoes, but since my pregnant cankles are here to stay for the next month or so, in my book, a BOGO and a manufacturer’s coupon beats any DSW friends and family sale.

Seriously, why is there a “mental hurrah” behind saving a buck or two? Is there a Freudian theory that can be connected to this new obsession…?

Motivated Mondays – I Wear no Pants

Yes, today is Monday. It’s another one of those, “Where is my cup of hot joe so I can burn my mouth, days.” And I’m not talking the gardener or the pool guy either. Of course, to have a “Joe” I’d have to have a feasible garden or a pool (other than the blow up kind). Again, sadly I do not. You, on the other hand, might. If so, your Monday may be going better than mine. I’m sending you a virtual clap, that is if you don’t already have the real one from “Joe”. I digress, as this is a family show…

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I Am Toast

Look, there’s no revelation or light bulb that goes off. When you are pregnant, irrational thoughts such as “I don’t know why World War II couldn’t have been solved with a slice of chocolate cake and a pint of Chubby Hubby” constantly bombard what is left of your sanity. For some with a rotund belly, they dream of donuts or funnel cakes… under a blanket of powdered sugar. And yes, sometimes that blanket of powdered sugar also gets put on those fried delights as well. Given the circumstances I am craving toast; I think it started with this…

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Day 5 – (My Bread and Butter)

This week the sales were measly…at best. Sadly, we are out of a lot of things. Poor planning, on my part, has left us sans our usual hearty stash of Juicy Juice and Madison has had to resort to soy milk and water to accompany her meals; honestly, that’s not a bad thing in my book. Last week, of course, Juicy Juice was BOGO at Publix, but I was too caught up in searching for my Dove’s Men’s Body Wash that I forgot the essentials. We’ll be munching on bread crumbs, and begging on the corner with a tin can, but hubby is going to be squeaky clean with an extra sporty scent.

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Freak Out…

Ever wonder why the late-70′s one-hit-wonder band, Chic, kept repeating that chorus over and over…and over again? Sure, they were talking about a crazy herky-jerky dance move, but if you’re a parent and you’ve emotionally freaked…yes, it’s pretty much the same. Minus the bass guitar and backup singers of course.

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