Like Mother Like Daughter---WW

When my Grandmother passed, we were all asked what we would like to remember her by. I begged for this footstool. I asked for it over and over and over again. I really wanted it. Ben thought I was a lunatic. He kept saying, it's just a footstool. Well, not to me. To me, that one footstool was a constant in my life. I never realized how old it was until we found these pictures. Yes, that's me at about 8 months on the stool that now sits in my living room. And that's Brinna, doing the same thing on the same stool. Now he understands why I wanted it so bad.

I also have to add that I never realized how much Brinna looks like me till I saw these pictures side by side. It makes me happy since Adelae definitely favors her Daddy.




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Not Me! Monday

Time to confess! Did you shout at your husband about how wrong he was, only to realize he was right? Did you scream at your child in the other room to get dressed, only to realize she'd already done it? Well then, Not Me! Monday is perfect for you!

I certainly did NOT let my daughter eat cereal for breakfast....twice. Nope! I'm always ready with a brand new recipe that encompasses all the food groups and tastes like a little slice of heaven!

I did not get up extra early in order to be ready on time and not have to rush around. I most certainly did not use that extra hour farming my farm and serving dishes in my cafe on Facebook. Nope! I'm sure that would indicate some type of addiction.

I most certainly did not let the dishes pile up all week until Friday, which is my husband's self-proclaimed dish day. Nope! That would just be mean!

I am not typing this blog as one child yells at me from another room and the other one climbs up on me whining because she's teething. Nope! I would drop everything and go running to them.

So, what did you not do this week? Feel free to 'fess up! And if you're not brave enough to admit what you didn't do this week, head on over to My Charming Kids and see what other didn't do!

Letters of Intent

Dear loyal readers,

Sorry I haven't been posting much lately. It's been warm and we've been outside almost all day every day. So, I haven't had much time to blog. I'd love to say I'm back, but well...I'm not making any promises.

Signed,
Me


Dear Facebook,

I love you. I love keeping in touch with family and friends. However, your games are KILLING ME! They're addicting. You would think I could just stop playing. I mean, I KNOW that it's not a big deal if my (gasp) crops wither (gasp) or the food I'm "cooking" in my restaurant goes bad (double gasp), but I CAN'T HELP MYSELF! Seriously..I can't. Yes, I have an addiction to Facebook games. I love them. I LOVE THEM. It makes my husband crazy. I figure he doesn't have much room to talk since he spends hours building his fantasy baseball team.

Signed
Gotta go my food and crops are ready

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Thank You Michael Moore

Ok, I wasn't going to post anything on my blog about the health care bill. Which, unless you are living under a rock, you know is highly controversial (the bill, not me not posting about it). But, well..I can't resist. Someone on what I refer to as my "mommy board" posted this and it's too good not to pass along. It pretty much sums up how I feel about the recent health care bill vote.

To My Fellow Citizens, the Republicans:

Thanks to last night's vote, that child of yours who has had asthma since birth will now be covered after suffering for her first nine years as an American child with a pre-existing condition.

Thanks to last night's vote, that 23-year-old of yours who will be hit one day by a drunk driver and spend six months recovering in the hospital will now not go bankrupt because you will be able to keep him on your insurance policy.

Thanks to last night's vote, after your cancer returns for the third time — racking up another $200,000 in costs to keep you alive — your insurance company will have to commit a criminal act if they even think of dropping you from their rolls.

Yes, my Republican friends, even though you have opposed this health care bill, we've made sure it is going to cover you, too, in your time of need. I know you're upset right now. I know you probably think that if you did get wiped out by an illness, or thrown out of your home because of a medical bankruptcy, that you would somehow pull yourself up by your bootstraps and survive. I know that's a comforting story to tell yourself, and if John Wayne were still alive I'm sure he could make that into a movie for you.

But the reality is that these health insurance companies have only one mission: To take as much money from you as they can — and then work like demons to deny you whatever coverage and help they can should you get sick.

So, when you find yourself suddenly broadsided by a life-threatening illness someday, perhaps you'll thank those pinko-socialist, Canadian-loving Democrats and independents for what they did Sunday evening.

If it's any consolation, the thieves who run the health insurance companies will still get to deny coverage to adults with pre-existing conditions for the next four years. They'll also get to cap an individual's annual health care reimbursements for the next four years. And if they break the pre-existing ban that was passed last night, they'll only be fined $100 a day! And, the best part? The law will require all citizens who aren't poor or old to write a check to a private insurance company. It's truly a banner day for these corporations.

So don't feel too bad. We're a long way from universal health care. Over 15 million Americans will still be uncovered — and that means about 15,000 will still lose their lives each year because they won't be able to afford to see a doctor or get an operation. But another 30,000 will live. I hope that's ok with you.

If you don't mind, we're now going to get busy trying to improve upon this bill so that all Americans are covered and so the grubby health insurance companies will be put out of business — because when it comes to helping the sick, no one should ever be allowed to ask the question, "How much money can we save by making this poor bastard suffer?"

Please, my Republican friends, if you can, take a quiet moment away from your AM radio and cable news network this morning and be happy for your country. We're doing better. And we're doing it for you, too.

Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
MichaelMoore.com

P.S. I'll have more to say on this tonight, live on CNN, at 9pm ET. I'll be talking with Larry King about the health care bill and where we go from here, considering we still don't have universal health care.

P.P.S. In case you missed these photos in yesterday's NY Times Sunday Magazine… That's the results of seven years of madness. The Iraq War began its 8th year this weekend. How can we remove more of those responsible for this tragedy in November?

Wordless Wednesday--Spring!

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Letters of Intent

Dear Dog Abandoner Person,

Thanks! Yes, I said Thank you! I don't know who you are or why you chose to abandon your sweet dog, but your loss is clearly our gain. We thought it might be a little too soon to replace our dear sweet Annie, but I need a dog. We live in the middle of nowhere and I need that security that a dog gives me. I'd been looking around on websites for a week or so when I stumbled upon Vinnie. His picture stole my heart. I decided we must have him! So, we headed off to the pound yesterday to pick him up. I was worried that he would be too big for us to handle, after all we do have two young children.

Turns out that's not much of a problem.
Vinnie has officially been deemed "a good boy" and will be residing with us for a very long time.
I think he looks pretty happy, don't you?

Sincerely,
A grateful pet owner

PS..I don't condone just dropping your pet off in the middle of nowhere. I shake my finger at you and say "Bad!"


On a different note,

Dear Baby,
Please sleep. I don't care if it's on me, in your crib, on the floor, or the car seat, just SLEEP! You are 7.5 months old and you have a cold. You NEED TO SLEEP! This business of not napping during the day and only sleeping for 3 hours at a time at night has GOT to stop. I am suffering migraines from exhaustion and I'm more than a little grouchy. So, if you could SLEEP I would really appreciate. Your big sister and daddy would really appreciate it to. We all know that you're the princess, you don't have to exert your power with a sleep strike.

Signed

YAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN (also known as your mommy)

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Gimme that FOOD!

It took us a little bit to figure out what this grunting noise meant. At first we thought the obvious, then we realized Brinna ONLY makes this noise when we're feeding her. And only when it's something that she REALLY likes.