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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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
There’s something to be said about owning a house. For many years, due to my husband’s job, we lived in furnished apartments on college campuses. Some were nice and some were…er..not so nice. Drop-ceilings, walk-in showers (reminiscent of an 80′s gym locker room) and lack of closet and cabinets were like an HGTV reality show challenge. Every time we moved (which was about every two years), I thought Vern Yip was going to appear, cock his head to the side and say, “So, how are you going to make this space yours?”
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
“It’s your thing. Do what you wanna do. I can’t tell you who to sock it to.”
-Isley Brothers
Do you know what your ‘thing’ is? I mean… what are you really, really good at? What defines you? What sets you apart from The Others? You know. What’s your… thing?
Current Mood: Perplexed…??? & 
Unmotivated
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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No, no. I’m not yelling that at you in an accusatory tone of voice. Why are you so sensitive? Something you need to confess???
What I really mean is there are many different kinds of parents:
* The Crafty Parent who will set up stations of chaos fun with glue, glitter, markers, paint, egg cartons, and the like and make a wonderful, sparkly Eiffel Tower that lights up when you clap your hands three times
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Current Mood: Catty & Devilish & Horsing around… & 
Oh no you didn’t!
I don’t have a lot of hair. I wish I had a lot of hair. But, instead, I have a few thin strands that I keep coloring and moving around my head to create the illusion of thick, luxurious hair. My mom refers to it as ‘cat fur’… puny, malnourished, mange-infested cat fur.
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Current Mood: Sassy
I have been on vacation and generally running amok like a chicken with my head cut off. Shocker. Who the hell isn’t, right? During the amokness, I have been racking (or is it wracking?) my brain trying to come up with a funny blog topic. I’ve had a few false starts, but nothing really culminated into something I could proudly re-read to myself the next day (don’t pretend you don’t do this). Maybe the funny post hasn’t come to me because I needed to write something (dare I say it)…. un-funny.
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Current Mood:
Sad & tearful
Whomever coined the phrase, “Just be yourself” was a dumb ass. Let me preface the rest of my blog by saying, I have not had chocolate or caffeine in about a week and I am about to stick a fork in my left eye. Oh, and “dumb ass” is an understatement. Who started this JBY joyride of ridic-u-larity? Look, the LAST thing anyone wants to hear, when they are in limbo about reality, is a pep talk from a SAHM who has let herself go and who is wearing apple bottom jeans that are two sizes too small. Crack isn’t legal. Just sayin’. Oh, and I don’t wear apple bottom jeans. They scare me with all that gold.