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Rule of 3 – observations of female relationships

Just my opinion, My life, Uncategorized

All my life I have always had many friends.  But like most people, there are few people I would consider my “best friends.”  I have three best friends whom I’ve known since before puberty.  They are the ones that were there during all the pain and wonder of middle and high school.  They were the ones who helped me through first loves, break ups and learning what it meant to be a “woman.”  And I helped them through the same processes.  These are the women whom I asked to stand up with me at my wedding and they asked me.   Together we make 4.  Throughout our adolescence and into adulthood it was a constant rotating of who was sort of “out” of the circle.  It seemed if really we were a rotating circle of 3 with the players changing out of 4 people.  Many times I was the one on the outside of the circle.  As a young woman this would confuse and hurt me but as I’ve grown older, gotten married, had kids and lived a full life I’ve found that this is OK with me now. My role, so-to-speak, is different than that of the other girls in the group.  I know they love me and I love them but I’m just not in the intense circle of life with them.  And that’s OK.  I have absolutely no hurt feelings.  I know if at any time I needed someone in the middle of the night I could call any of them and they would be here in a drop of a hat.  And I think they know that is true for me as well.  One phone call and I will move heaven and Earth to be there for them.  That’s friendship.

As I have moved about the state, I have found myself trying to find new circles of friends.  Once again I found that the “rule of three” in a group of women holds true.  One short stop in Washington proved this true again.  Two women can be wonderful, best friends with absolutely no problems.  Three is OK and with little conflict and a good harmony.  But, throw that 4th woman in and for some reason shit starts flying.  Three team up against one or three stick together and leave one out.  And what’s weird is that “odd woman out” role changes depending on the situation.  Maybe when it comes to how you raise your children woman A,B,C are the circle and D is just out of her mind and doesn’t spank her kids. Or maybe it’s housekeeping.  B,C,D see eye to eye but that woman A?!  She lives in a sty (I mean have you SEEN her kitchen?).  Then maybe on marriage or husbands is A,B,D with C having an asshole of a husband.  How can she put up with him?!  It’s the strangest thing I have ever seen and I KEEP seeing it.

I am now seeing this in my own daughter’s life!  She’s old enough now to have sleepovers.  I will watch them almost as a case study.  4 girls is a recipe for disaster and tears almost every time.  Someone is left out of the game.  Someone doesn’t have a crown to wear.  And it’s always ONE that is out.  Never two against two.  Always three against one.  As a child this is terrible.  As an adult, until you realize what it is, it can still hurt.

If you find yourself as the odd woman out in a group of 4 friends, take heart.  Next week it will be Susie who’s out.  Just know your role and wait for your turn on the roller coaster.

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Plan to work and work the plan

Homeschooling, Just my opinion, Mr. Tolerable, My kids, My life, Parenting, Uncategorized

Before Jim and I had children we talked hours and hours about our philosophies on every aspect of parenting to discipline, to sleeping arrangements, to how to have the “bird and the bees” talk.  We both were adamant, we did not want our children in our bed with us.  This is a topic that has been debated so thoroughly that I could scream but that is not what I am hoping to spark with this.  I am simply saying, for me and my family it is the way it is and the way it works.  Each child goes to bed in his or her bed and Jim and i sleep together in our bed.  It was something that was a bit difficult to establish, especially when I was nursing and getting up every 2-4 hours but we stuck to our plan and it has paid off.

Another thing we spoke about thoroughly and agreed on was to maintain our marriage; to cultivate it like a good gardener cultivates his crop.  We purposely take time away from our children to spend eye to eye in conversations and in love.  I want to show my kids what a marriage is supposed to be like.  I want to model a good relationship so that when they are searching for their spouse they do not settle on good enough.  My mother and father have been married for 43 years but I really never felt they were in love with one another.  I remember seeing them hug a few times but there was no real emotion there.  Every child wants their Mom and Dad to be in love (even if you do not want to think about it – yuck!)  I almost settled on good enough before I met my husband.  I thought the love that you read about, the love that is all encompassing, the love that is so strong it can bring you to tears was simply a fantasy.  I am so blessed that I found my husband and the love of my life and know for a fact that that love does indeed exist.  I want…..need….my children to know that.

Our biggest agreement was that we wanted them to know we would die for them.  That they were the most precious, loved and important people in our life.  But, that the world does not revolve around them nor do we.  These parents who run themselves literally ragged because each child is in 3 different extracurricular activities is an example of what I am talking about.  If there is a show on that we want to watch, we will watch it and if the kids want to watch something else, tough.  You either watch it with us (if appropriate) or go down stairs and watch something else.  They are not at the helm of this ship and I know later in life this lesson will serve them well.  They will not enter this world thinking they are owed something from society or the world.  They must earn it.

Now, I have to say, we are in the infancy of this young family and we have passed several of the tests we knew would come.  I obviously do not have all the answers.  If in 25 years I have one in prison and one still living at home I will say “I WAS WRONG” but at least we have a plan.  It is the most important task God has ever give us, or any person, which is to raise these little beings into productive, happy, healthy and independent people.  Without a plan, I fear we would lose course and make bad decisions.  Do not make life altering decisions by the seat of your pants.  Make a plan and stick to it. Now, if I can only head my own suggestions.

We may be screwing our kids up by the methods we have decided to utilize.  If that is true, we will be ROYALLY messing them up since we plan to homeschool.  Those poor poor kids…..lol

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And for me and my family we will serve the REAL Lord

Just my opinion, Politics

Last night as my husband and I watched the acceptance speech given by now President-Elect Obama, we both kept looking at each other with confusion on our faces. We never said anything.  Nothing could be said.  This is what the nation decided.  As he spoke with emotion, energy, focus, and determination I found myself being swept into his brood, I got goose bumps and thought “this guy’s goood.”  Then they would flash a view of the crowd and I would instantly be snapped back into reality.  This is scary.  The people are wide-eyed, crying, screaming, jumping up and down, and I’m sure there were young girls that had to be carried out due to losing conscientiousness.  I didn’t like the feeling I got when I saw that.  This truly is a cult of personality.  People love him.  They adore him.  They are putting all their hopes and dreams into this man.  And sadly, they are worshiping him.

I can appreciate how African-American’s would have a level of pride unsurpassed before.  Only 100 years ago this would have been not only impossible but talk of it would be seen as laughable and punishable.  Here we are, so far beyond those times.  It is a proud day to be an American, no doubting that.  But, worshiping him?  I never saw that coming I guess.  Whites, blacks, homosexuals, heterosexuals, young (mostly) and old.  Believing this one man has all the power to make their worries go away.  Trusting that he will deliver them from a life of hardship, into a life of wine and roses.  And they are buying it hook, line and sinker.  There is even a blog called Obama Messiah where the writer looks into everything he does from the perspective that he is indeed the messiah we have all been longing for…..except for those of us who know the real Messiah walked on water, raised himself from the grave and gave the world undeserving grace – even for unspeakable acts as these.

I hope Obama will be the President he says he will be.  Listening to the people.  Being honest with the people.  Joining both sides of the aisle together to work as a bipartisan government.  I pray that he delivers all that he is saying.  I hope he is the man he says he is, not the man his past proves he has been.  His record as a Senator and in his personal life does not fare well in the eyes of a conservative, Christian, patriotic,  America-loving woman such as myself.  But, honestly, none of us know much about this silver-tongued young man as he really has not done anything.  Sure, he’s done more than say, ME but I’m not running for President of the Free World.  What people were banking on is, “This guy seem so Presidential and nice, and he is change.  He just has to do a good job.”

My prayer:

Dear God, you knew the outcome way before we did.  I pray that as a nation we come to You as our delieverer, our savior, our friend and our God.  Only You have the power to help us during struggles and we, collectively are in one.  The hopeless, Godless, and faithless are trying to fill a God-shaped hole in their heart with Obama and we all know a circle won’t fit where a square should be.  Help me personally to trust in you; to have faith that you are in charge so that I do not worry so much about what I cannot control.  In Jesus Christs name I pray (always). Amen

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Cult of Personality

Just my opinion, Politics

Do you remember that song?  I looooved it back in the days of tight-rolled pants and AquaNet.  It was sung by a band call Living Colour.  A rare blend of hard hitting rock and an all African-American band.  And an awesome one in my opinion.  One hit wonders I believe but hey, that one song was awesome.  Don’t know what I’m talking about?  Click here.  Here are some of the lyrics.

Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I’ve been everything you want to be
I’m the cult of personality
Like mussolini and kennedy
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality

Neon lights, a nobel prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I sell the things you need to be
I’m the smiling face on your t.v.
I’m the cult of personality
I exploit you still you love me

I tell you one and one makes three
I’m the cult of personality
Like joseph stalin and gandi
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality

You gave me fortune
You gave me fame
You me power in your god’s name
I’m every person you need to be
I’m the cult of personality
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I’ve been everything you want to be
I’m the cult of personality
Like mussolini and kennedy
I’m the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality

Neon lights, a nobel prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I sell the things you need to be
I’m the smiling face on your t.v.
I’m the cult of personality
I exploit you still you love me
So, until recently I had not thought of this song in many a moons.  But, now I think of it often.  The reason?  Barack Obama.  He’s like a freaking rock star.  People flock to political rallies who do not even intend on voting for him (or anyone) but think he is some sort of God.  It truly has become a cult of personality.  He’s smooth, smart, articulate, has a great smile, looks healthy, and seems nice.  He has charisma.  He’s a swell guy.  I give him all of that.  But, I am pretty sure he still has to take a shit now and then.  That when he gets drunk he is one of those guys who hugs you too much and forgets about personal space.  You know, one of “I love you guys” type of drunks.

If he is given the position of President of these United States (just tasted a little vomit) he will prove just how little he knows about not only how to run a country but about that little, unimportant piece of parchment called The Constitution.  He thinks the geniuses we call our forefathers got it wrong when they constructed a government Constitution that spelled out what it could not do for the people (ie: make a national religion, infringing on the right to peacably assemble, can’t subject us to unreasonable searches and seizures).  No, Obama thinks all that is fine and good, kind of. Here’s a radio interview he did in 2001.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iivL4c_3pck]

All knowing Obama thinks the Constitution should explain what the Government can do for the people.  That is what our ancestors were getting away from when they sailed across the Atlantic.  They were escaping from an oppressive government that was telling everyone what they could and couldn’t do.  But, what did they know?

It just ticks me off.  I love this country just the way it is.  I don’t want the government doing anything for me except printing money and providing a military to protect me and my family.  Leave the rest to the people.

Mandy the Stay-at-Home Mom

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90210 and NKOTB return? Why God, Why?!

Funny crap, Just my opinion, Random Stuff

Think back to a simpler time.  The year: 1992.  The fashion: banana clips, Adidias work out pants that make noise with every step, over-all’s with one buckle undone, and Thermonuclear T-shirts worn with another shirt under it so you can roll the sleeves up and show that flashy under shirt (layering in it’s infancy).  I am 13 years old.  Carrying a (backpack) purse for the first time but usually only for a week a month.  Slumber parties are my idea of a good time and Boyz II Men are on the radio constantly singing about “Making Love to You.”  I own (and wear as often as possible) a blue jean jacket covered with buttons and other decor.  But, not just any buttons – New Kids On The Block buttons.  I even had New Kids on the Block earrings (I can’t abbreviate and say NKOTB yet because that came later).  The method of styling my hair consisted of 3 steps:

1.) Blow dry my hair strait up on the side of my head.

2.) While the dryer is still blowing, spray hair spray (Aqua Net) to the area where the “volume” is wanted.  This usually created a “head out the window look.”

3.)  Use a curling iron on the tips to curl them back.

Man, was I cool.  I was down with OPP.  Those were simpler, awkward and confusing times.

Every Thursday night I would look forward to a new episode of my favorite show to air.  I would call my best friend, Elizabeth, on the phone and we would “watch” it together.  Each of us in our respective bedrooms, laying on our stomachs, phone to ear, legs kicking behind our heads.  Beverly Hills 90210 BABY!  We gasped when Kelly kissed Dylan – “That’s Brenda’s man you backstabbing bitch!”  We agreed that Andrea Zuckerman was by far the most uncool person at West Beverly High and in real life the actor that played her had to be old…..like 30.  We drooled over Brandon (my favorite), Dylan and Steve (her favorite).  Man we loved that show.  I was the perfect age to be one of the legions of young people who are the direct reason why 90210 became the huge hit it was.

I understand it probably was not as good of a program as my nostalgia makes me think it was.  I’m sure the plots were hollow, the drama so predictable and the actors sub-par.  However, to a 13 year old girl like me, it was the best show on television.

You would think with the fond memories I have of 90210 I would have a better reaction to the “New Beverly Hills 90210″ series that debuted it’s 2 hour premier episode on Tuesday.  They are dropping the “Beverly Hills” part and just calling the series 90210.  I’ve read some reviews of it that were far from flattering but as someone how did not see it, I cannot honestly comment on the quality of the actors, the writers, or the story lines.  But I’ve read reviews about how the characters are exactly like the “retro” cast.  Even down to the new kids (brother and sister) who move into town and are the “good” kids who were not raised around the glamor and lifestyle that is Beverly Hills.  Nat is still minding the bar at The Peach Pit.  Kelly (Jenny Garth) and Brenda (Shannon Daughtery) are said to make appearances on a semi-regular basis.  Even the intro music is eerily similar.

See for yourself:  [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzWJULZ5sjg]

Just the first several riffs on that guitar and I am magically transformed into a self-conscious teenager wondering what “masterVation” is and living off of cheese.  This isn’t a good thing!

And then to top all this off, the very same day I learn of the resurrection of 90210, I turn on Good Morning America and who is on the stage performing?  Joe, John, Danny, Jordan and Donnie.  New kids on the Freaking Block?  Or should I say “Old Dudes who have been around the block, made a lot of money and should fade off into the sunset?”  I just stood in the middle of the living room staring in disbelief and uttering under my breath, “What the fuuuuuudge?” (my new kids who repeat everything were in the room).  Seems they are returning to the recording studio and touring together as a group for the first time in 15 years.  Last I saw of John Knight he was on Maury Povich talking about his debilitating social phobia and stage fright.  After his huge stardom with NKOTB he became a recluse who stayed in his home afraid of people staring at him.  He was a ball of nerves and sweat on the stage that day.  Jordan was on this particular show as well saying he too had suffered from this phobia but not in as serious of a form as his brother, John.  They have obviously learned to deal with it and moved on.  Good for them.  Bad for us.  Donnie Walburg is now a very respected actor but he’s heading up this venture as the writer and producer of their new album.  It’s all very surreal.  I loved them.  I wanted to marry them.  They were IT.  My brothers would tell me about how in 5 years they would be gone and I would feel silly for ever having listened to their songs, plastering my bedroom walls with their faces, and wearing their junk on my person.  Boy, I hated it when I realized they were right.

I just don’t know what to make of all of this.  What’s next?  Marky Mark pulling down the ol’ britches and reuniting with the Funky Bunch?  I refuse to tight roll my pants ever again.  I’m just saying….

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Hello, my name is Me

Just my opinion, Mr. Tolerable, My life, Parenting, Random Stuff

I have been at my Mother and Father’s house for about a week along with Mr. Tolerable and the kiddos.  It was sort of like an extended vacation since the hubby is sans employment at the moment.  We have never really had the opportunity to join in on the weekly Friday night bon fire parties that spontaneously ignite when the fire does.  It would drive Jim crazy to hear about all the fun that was had in his absence since he was the sucka who had to get up and go to work every stinking Saturday and Sunday.  Well, he now is even more pissed about it because we had so much fun these past few weekends.  I laughed so hard one night I think I counted 3 times I had to use my inhaler (the measure by which I decide how good of a time I had).  My brother cooked a brisket and we ate Aces High Corn on the cob.   Then we all stood around as my brother cooked up his second try at home-brewed beer.  It’s so neat to see everything that goes into it – the levels have to be just right.  Add the hops “NOW”. Check the temp often then make sure you get the temperature down FAST so it doesn’t get an infection.  I learned so much just standing there and the men just seemed mesmerized by the whole process.  I lost interest and found my way to where the women were collected but once someone brought up menopause I found myself back at the beer garden with the men.

One of the things I worried about when I was pregnant with my children was that I would cease to be and I would totally and wholly become a Mother – forgetting all the things I previously enjoyed.  Turning into those cliche over sized SUV-with-the-little-stick-family-on-the-back-window-driving Mommies.  It seems that I have successfully done both!  I have little problem leaving my kids with my Mother for several days while I go and get my redneck groove on camping at a Nascar event.  I love the feeling of getting my kiddos fed, bathed and safely tucked in bed.  Then turn the monitor on to go out back and sit around a fire-drinking, laughing and cutting up until as late as midnight (aren’t you impressed?) LOL.  But, on a regular Monday morning if you were behind me on the road as I make my trek to my normal playdate you would see this picture on the back glass of my Excursion.  So, any of you preggos out there reading this, or those unfortunate women out there who have let themselves be engulfed by the wonderful envelope known as children, I am proof that it can be done.  You can still be a sexy woman with a good social life, great sex life, AND a fantastic mother.  Don’t buy into the lie that in order to be a good Mom you have you stop all things about you.  You are still your husband’s woman and lover.  Your bed should be the location for risque acts of love not only a social landing point for everyone in the house.  You are still your friend’s choice for a dinner, coffee, or a good laugh.  You are still you.  And thank God, I am still me.

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Church Politics

I am blessed, Just my opinion, My life, Random Stuff

I attend a rather large church in my hometown.  It isn’t large in comparison to some of the “mega churches” in the bigger cities but for this area it is large with attendance usually around 1200 people.  When we moved to this town we searched for a church we could call “home.”  We entered several “traditional” churches and never felt a match.  I remember going in one and only talking to the secretary (as the preacher was gone).  Later that evening when we got home we had a message from the preacher saying he thought his church was a perfect fit for us and for us to call him back.  We chuckled since he had never even met us or talked to us.  I finally talked my husband into going to the “big church on the highway.”  He was afraid it was one of those “weird” churches where people lurch in the aisles and talk in tongues.  I kept assuring him that a church THAT big wouldn’t be “weird.”  It has to be somewhat mainstream in order to get that big of a congregation.  I was right in my assumption.  We walked in on a Wednesday and told them we were new in town and looking for a church.  The secretary introduced us to a man by the name of Alan.  He was wearing blue jeans and was completely laid back.  He gave us a tour of the church, explaining their goal to “reach lost people and guide them to a personal relationship with Christ.”  He also said that even if this church wasn’t a fit for us he wanted to help us find one in town that was.  That struck us so deep.  He was more worried that we find a church than stay in HIS church.  He spent almost an hour with us and listened to us.  We decided to give it a try that Sunday.  Much to our surprise Alan was the lead pastor and was giving the message that day.  We looked at each other in disbelief because we had no idea who this man was who was spending all that time with us.  We assumed he had SOMETHING to do with the church but we never would have thought it was the lead pastor – he was so normal, so real, and so unlike any other preacher we had every met or talked to.  Then to listen to this man’s sermons….wow.  He was really concerned with lost people and the congregation showed it.  It was an audience of misfits.  Divorced men and women, recovering drug addicts and alcoholics, and your regular lost person (like you and me).  We instantly felt we had found our church home.  The love for Christ, the focus on him, and helping everyone cultivate a PERSONAL relationship with Him was awesomely overwhelming at times.  The church grew and grew.  The vision of the pastor, Alan, was to reach 10% 30,000 lost people in our county (so 3000 people for all your mathematically challenged out there).

Before we reached that goal, Alan said he was feeling the calling to go out to Colorado to grow new churches.  The percentages of unchurched and lost people there were staggering.  So, he left.  It was a sad day but we all new Jesus Christ had not left the building so we would be fine.  Fast forward a year and a few months and we were still without a lead pastor.  The family and small groups pastors stepped in to give sermons as well as guest speakers but all the upheavel had made the attendance dwendal.  My family and I weathered the storm and kept attending.  There were rumors that they had pastors lined up to come in and do a “trial” sermon on which the congregation would vote wether they would become our head pastor or not.  Never did that happen….

The congregation grew so hungry for a leader, so willing to just do SOMETHING to create some normalcy to the state of things again, that when they did finally find someone to apply for the job the congregation (in my opinion) rushed to accept him.  He is a good man.  A good father.  A good friend.  But, a leader with a vision that he has the ability to follow through with?  I don’t think so.  I guess we weren’t the only ones that had this opinion.  The congregation numbers continued to drop and more people began to voice their concerns about the “spirit” of the church.  The elders made the decision to “move in a different direction” and asked him to step down from lead pastor to small groups.  He declined and left.

I am with the rest of the congregation who thinks the WAY the elders came to their decision did seem rash.  The congregation was so surprised with the news.  It was probably not the best way to do it but I also don’t know how else they could have done it.  Would it have been right to tell the congregation, “We are putting your pastor on probation and if he doesn’t shape up he’s gone?”  I’m sure he (the pastor) knew that the elders and (most of) the congregation weren’t happy with the state of things and he was notified as much.  It would have probably been unfair to let us know that.  He would have felt like he had a magnifying glass on him and worried about everything he said and did.  So, I just don’t know how else the elders could have done what they did.  It’s a rough situation for everyone.

So, once again we are sans leader.  Rumors are flying around this little town like wildfire that Alan is showing interest in coming back and has even had a couple of interviews with elders.  There are some totally seperate issues going on with him and why he left.  He has told me in emails that he knows now that him leaving was nothing short of the age old sin of pride.  He thought he had outgrown our little church and he should move on to bigger and better things.  He has had a rough few years learning this lesson.  I just pray that the congregation can accept him as the “prodical son” with open arms and forgive him for his humaness.  I am so impressed that he would admit this that I am ready to have him back and let him finish what he started here – to get that 10% of lost people in this county to find Christ.  Only time will tell if the elders and the church will have him back.  From the conversations I’ve had with other members, we are willing to forget and forgive and move on to growing the kingdom.  Now if only the politics don’t get in the way…..

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I’d like to thank God, my family, the academy.

Awards, Just my opinion

And Nic who nominated me for a “Pink Rose Award”  I have to admit, I didn’t even know such an award existed before I was nominated by her.  Actually, come to think of it – have I actually “won” anything or am I just nominated?  Not that it isn’t an honor to be nominated.  It’s my first (and probably last) blog award!  I have arrived! LOL.  Is this the final thing one waits for to be able to attend BlogHer?  Maybe next year, next year….

Either way, it’s awesome and I am gracious.

It seems as there are rules to this contest.

Once an award is received, the rules are as follows:
1. On your blog, copy and paste the award, these rules, a link back to the person who selected you, and a link to this post: Pink Rose Awards. You will find the story behind the Pink Rose Award and other graphics to choose from there.
2. Select as many award recipients as you would like, link to their blogs (if they have one), and explain why you have chosen them.
3. Let them know that you have selected them for an award by commenting on one of their posts.
4. If you are selected, pass it on by giving the Pink Rose Award to others.
5. If you find that someone you want to nominate has already been selected by someone else, you can still honor them by posting a comment on their award post stating your reasons for wishing to grant them the award.
6. You do not have to wait until someone nominates you to nominate someone else.

So now it is my turn to nominate 7 wonderful bloggers for this award.  I will be presenting these nominations with a delicious piece of eye candy.

Don Diamont from The Young and the Restless

Don Diamont from The Young and the Restless

We will be trading well written but not as well read banter from a teleprompter.

Bobby:  Tonight we have a great group of women nominated for the prestigious “Pink Rose” award.

Don:  Oh Bobby, these ARE some talented women but not nearly as intelligent, funny or sexy as you.

Bobby:  (*looks at Don and smile)  Thank you Don, I’m surprised you actually read my blog.

Don:  I wasn’t talking about your blog – I was talking about last night.. (*pinches Bobby’s butt).

Bobby:  (*Giggle, Gains composure.  Clears throat. Uses envelope to fan face).  And the nominee’s are:

Kim: I know her in “semi” real life.  Although we have never officially met, I feels as though we have.  She was actually the woman who introduced me to the blogasphere.  She joined my infertility support forum back in 2005-2006 (correct me if I’m wrong, Kim).  She was there when I got my first and second miracle BFP.  I was there with her when she had 2 of her miscarriages, her last IVF which resulted in triplets, the sad news that one of the babies wasn’t developing and the shocking news at 18 weeks that one of the twins was gone as well.  She gave birth to one amazing little boy and has two older sons.  She is going through an international adoption from Korea now.  She is a smart woman who I turn to for advice as she is a PROFESSIONAL Mom and knows all the tricks!

Nic: Some times you just find people, through random chance and just connect.  That’s Nic.  First of all, I love reading her blog and hearing a female cockney accent in my head (even though she swears she sounds more like Marry Poppins).  She has a great blog that usually makes me chuckle.  And of course, she nominated little ol’ me for this very same award!

“Just”Stay-at-Home-Wife: Love her blog and feel as if we are kindred spirits.  I too was “just” a stay-at-home-wife at almost her same age back in the day.  I had all this time to think about what I didn’t have and how much it sucked that I couldn’t be a stay-at-home-mom.  When I read her blog it’s like stepping into a portal to the past.  I believe whole-heartily that she can read my blog and see herself in the future.  Sending you babydust!

A Little Pregnant:  One of the graduates from infertility.  Great blog.  Very entertaining and funny.  I am so envious of all the comments she has and hope someday to be in the same realm as her as far as popularity.

Shelly’s Journal:  A blog I stumbled upon when I was going through my “running phase” (it lasted about 1 hour).  This girl does all the things I wish I did and she does them well – stays in shape, home-schools, sews, and is just your average ordinary super Mom.

Three Under Two:  I thought my story was amazing (ok, I still do) but this woman has me beat, hands down.  After years of infertility and 6 rounds of IVF this Momma conceived twins and then a singleton spontaneously after that!  A great blog that for some reason doesn’t get updated as often as some (hear the sarcasm – she has 3 kids under 2!  I’m impressed she showers).  A very honest blog well worth a read.

And the winner is……..

I have no idea – how does this work?  Anyone?  Anyone?

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Is it ok if I don’t care if I’m destroying the Earth?

Just my opinion

And that I’m tired of everyone telling me how NOT to?  OK, my title of this entry is a little provocative but seriously, SHUT UP ALREADY ABOUT GLOBAL WARMING.  The new religion, Going Green, complete with it’s own messiah, Al Gore, is shoved down my throat at every turn.  Eco friendly, carbon footprint, biodegradable, recycled, recyclable, carbon emissions, hybrid cars, reduce, recover, reuse, REGURGITATE!  I am not so heartless to actually want to destroy my “Mother” Earth but just do not see myself, or the human race, as that big of threat to this extremely resilient planet.  One that has been going through periods of cooling down and heating up since it’s conception.  I think we are so unimportant, in fact, that if Earth wanted to, it could simply shake us off it’s back like little, bothersome fleas.  Since the inception of measuring and tracking temperatures we see that “Global Warming” occurred even before the invention of the dreaded Excursion or (gasp) disposable diapers. 

Scientist, real degree-holding, lab-testing, highly intelligent scientist have debunked Al Gore’s theory of global warming being man-made but it is like a scene out of the Twilight Zone.  People are believing the guy who thinks he inveneted the internet over these men and women. 

So, yes I’m tired of being made to feel guilty when I want to buy the $2 PLASTIC bucket and pail at Wal-Mart instead of the highly overpriced ones like those found here.  I LIKE plastic bags to carry my groceries in; they are easier to carry up stairs plus I reuse them as doggy poop bags or small trash bag for the bathroom (I guess that’s where I do my part – reusing).  I prefer a large, safer-in-a-crash SUV to a tiny, rediculous looking,  “Don’t you feel guilty?” Prius.  I like to leave lights on in my house – it’s easier to see that way.  I let the water run for a while when I want a glass of COLD water.  In protest my family goes out to mow the lawn and fill my gas tank when we have an “ozone warning” (what a farse).  What a joy I get out of saving money and shopping at big box stores rather than a pretinsious, over-priced, and totally gronola Whole Foods.  Is that ok?

I am just waiting with baited breath for the time when the pubic gets the shocker that, “Oops sorry, we were wrong.  This ever-changing planet just goes through this cycles of warming up and cooling down.  Turns out we are not as all-important as we thought we were and the actual SCIENTIEST are right.”  The fall of the new religion…..I will be there to say, “HA!” 

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  • Why I Write this Stuff

    My children called me Bobby when they were toddlers due to not being able to prounounce "Mommy." They are now 7 and 8 years old and I am Mommy. But my real name is Mandy. I just do this so I can keep in touch with the REAL me. Being a Bobby is a dream I thought I may never realize and I do not take it for granted. I homeschool (more specifically unschool) my two children and it's easy to lose yourself in the tasts of the day. I just want to make sure that after 19 or so years have passed,and my kids have moved out, I'm not stuck looking in the mirror and squinting in hopes of seeing Mandy again.