Duchess is 6, I need drugs

The blizzard came a day early so we managed to pull off Duchess' birthday party. What fun. Thankfully since the kids weren't skating around at 20 mph, I was able to get lots of shots. Duchess welcomed her 6th year with a cowgirl party.

I'm loving the new hat daddy got her, but for me it's the mud splashed boots that really work this pic. This kid really is fearless. I so wished we lived in the country and could get her a real horse of her own. She just adores them.

So they played games like "needle in the haystack".

Simon Says with Dad.....

Stick horsey races.....

And cake, there was a huge horsey cake.....and ice cream. Meadow Gold ice cream is now my fav. I had three bowls.

Presents were a huge hit. Scooter from mom and dad made a splash!

Blow baby! One left!

Princess was on hand to keep things running smooth as we got to feed all the animals. Incident free except one adult got headbutted by a goat while trying to feed the babies.

Then, then.........then........they brought out the big guns. Duchess got to feed, nuzzle and pet a real live 17 year old pony. What a sweetie. Brought him right into the room!

Boot stomp was a fun game.....

Lots of prep work on that one, but it was a hoot. Boy can those girls scream.

I love the sisters' shot.

Another visit to the animals.....

Last pets to the pony.....and it was a day.

My girl had a great birthday.

Now, instead of trying to top an ice skating and cowgirl party next year for the girls, we're gonna have home parties. We figure we'll alternate each year. Wimps that we are........

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A Wrap!!!

Tonight was the end of Psysh I and Accounting II. Grades will come out later this week.

My finals consisted of a 40 question test, a 5 page paper, 4 discussion questions, 13 problems and a cowgirl birthday party in the slight snow.

I am done. It is after midnight but I did make the deadline and then took a bath in celebration.

Fascinating news and updates coming.

I've neglected all my fav blogs lately so be forewarned, here I come. As I have a two week break in school and I'm using every spare second to get caught up on everything! Laundry comes a very close second to blogging.

Till then, I'm recommending a site (rarely do I do this, everyone has different strokes) cause man oh man, I'm proud for her, I'm pissed for her and I'm anxiously awaiting the next and hopefully final entry.......visit the Redneck Mommy and show some love.

See you peeps tomorrow, I'm back to daily blogging as of.........now!

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The Big 1-0

Turning 10 is quite the bid deal......and we did it in a blizzard, on ice. Everyone should have at least one ice skating birthday, what fun. Thank you boss for the discount too.

Turns out Princess is pretty good at ice skating. Although some of her friends needed coaching, and thankfully Cec came out, she's my preggers hockey playing momma friend. Go girl.

Okay so alot of her friends couldn't skate. But notice that at this point, Princess is skating backwards......does not get that from her momma.

The Man was nice enough to provide all the blurry pics, take pity on me.

And by the by, who gives a 10 year old fake nails for her birthday? Not I.....although we did misplace the karaoke CD's we bought to go with it. I've tossed this house twice, no sign. Not good!

Princess was born 10 years ago this Christmas morning. Her's is my favorite birth story of ever. The Man and I were living it small back then. Little apartment, perfect sized for us with a nursery set up awaiting our princess. Warm California was experiencing a slight cold snap. The Man had given up cigs and wanted to step out for a stoggie after dinner. So I waddled out with him and sat on the steps outside while he puffed away. When done, he reached down for my hand and I refused to let him pull me up. Cause I'd wet myself, or so I thought. Turns out my water had broke. How utterly embarrassing for both of us. (and unlike my aunt told me, I didn't have a little glass bottle of pickles with me to drop and mask it) So when we got to the hospital, we walked and got drugs and walked and walked. Till we stopped at the elevators to call the folks on the payphone. I'm pretty sure that afterwards my mom spent the entire night in her rocking chair crying back home.

It was about this time that labor hit and I realized I was completely unprepared to have a baby. So I tried to crawl into the elevator and go home. So The Man (navy to the core) got in my face and told me to "suck it up and stand up and let's go have a baby".....the first and last time he's ever spoke to me like that. I tore him up.

After the drugs kicked in and I stopped telling everyone in the room that he was illegitimate (ba*tard got me pregnant, it was his fault), they had to make me put the playing cards away to actually push.

I've never been the same. She may look like him, but she's all me. It scares the living crap out of me. But back to the big 10.

All in all, a great time had by everyone. Especially since I stayed off skates, spending my time rescuing her little friends who fell and couldn't get up. Poor things. It was quite the comedy show. In a blizzard. Wonderful timing.

So next up: Duchess is turning 6 tomorrow. Where did the time go? Oh wait, I remember...

Just 6 years ago I was going to go into labor in the middle of the night. Then make it to the hospital too late for drugs. Then climb up the doctor's tie until he gave me straight shots of morphine, then deliver a sweet, black haired little chub who took one look at me and screamed. Love at first sight. Right about the time that my bestest friend in the world was leaving messages on my cellphone demanding to know where I was, cause she was gonna kill me for worrying her, when she was actually three floors beneath me working at her desk. Also, I'm pretty sure in my undrugged, semi-natural birth state that my mother was on speaker phone at some point in this, poor thing. I was not at my best.

Duchess came into this world with a bang. She was early too, probably the last time in her life she'll ever be early for anything.

And her birthday party? Saturday at the local Farm. Cowgirl style, all indoors except the covered pony rides. And once again, a predicted blizzard.

Irony, peeps, irony.

Leaving you thinking those deep thoughts as I finish up my last half week in my classes. Two finals, two papers and some homework due by Saturday. Cross your fingers (and legs) for me.

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Guest Photographer: Princess

Princess was the recepitant of a brand new 10 mega pixel camera from my mom and the Photo-Elusive-Step-Dad for her birthday. My baby is 10. Thankfully they gave her the present early so that we have some chance of being anywhat cool after that gift. My karaoke machine may not live up peeps.

But since she has her very own camera. She has been so good to volunteer to provide photos for mommy's website. Especially since mommy has been swamped and hasn't put up any photos lately, sorry. :(

But in other news, Princess sang last night at a national hockey game. How cool is that? The Man and I love hockey and well we've passed that gene on to Princess. Duchess could care less. Figures. So when she had the chance to sing with her local choir at the game last night, she jumped at it. The Man accompanied her.

Can I just say that in this picture above, my 10 year old looks much older. I'm very uncomfortable with how teeny she looks here. I'm in so much trouble, as that means I'm getting old. I hate that part.

Here are all the kids getting lined up for the event. Lots of freaking kids.

See my girl doing the YMCA? Yeah, she was totally on the JUMBOTRON. The Man said her head was as big as my car up on the main screen. She totally rocks.

And just steals my heart. My baby is graceful, poised, and spunky. I adore that about her. Even the talking back part, cause she totally gets that from her momma.

Welcome to a carpet eye view of my living room. Princess takes alot of different methods when trying to get the perfect shot.

Although this one, is just perfection. Hi Duchess, kisses! This is pretty much how she goes through life, relaxed, chilled and in no rush. She does not get this from me.

Murphy and his beautiful blue eyes. He hates it when Princess goes downstairs and he can't get to her.

A very cluttered but honest look at my foyer these days. We were in the awkward new house stage of "where the F(((()))) do you put the tree". Can anybody spot The Man's new preditor caller creation? Designed to lure in coyotes for him to snipe? Redneck much?

OH yeah, it's treat day. Speaking of the Photo-Elusive-Step-Dad......back from winter hunting at camp and keeping it real!

I promise more pics from Princess as we go here. It's always interesting to see through her eyes what is important.......

So pray for me.

It's starting the first blizzard of the season. Princess has a birthday party today, at the ice skaing rink......sigh.

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Heimlich For Your Dog

It does actually exist.

Desparate times call for desparate measures when Murphy swallows a pet shop animal that gets lodged in the throat.

Luckily he spit it out before I finished reading the directions out loud.

Ummm, the word "hineylick" popped up too, ewwwwwwww gross.
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Crisis averted, I'm going back to writing my paper on "Deja Vu".

Oh and Princess just told The Man that she had "junk in her trunk", I think he's got a bald spot now. Never noticed that he was a hair puller.

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Mean meaning for productive...

So lightening struck my house today. I actually "crafted" something. This is highly unusual for me. I'm NOT an artsy crafty person at all. Does not happen. I have no excuse. I got this idea and just had to follow through the inspiration.

So this is a tiled photo within a huge deep frame. I have to only figure out how to permanently attach the tiles to the back of the frame and hang it. I'm in love with it. I'm wondering if it's good enough to do and make as presents........Christmas presents? Cause after 3 hours figuring it out, I can knock this baby out in an hour. Whew!

Turn your head and take a peek at the unframed version........

That came from this photo..........Aren't they just adorable? I almost forget the sheer amount of vinegar in these kids when I look at this pic. My coworker was by yesterday and after 15 minutes with them, she tells me that they are exactly like me but like me on crack. Wow, thanks.

All this creativity prompted Princess to start on her Indian project due next week. This is our Indian campground. A barbie horse, some bamboo skewers and a little beef jerky with paper mountains in the background. Soon they'll be a teepee and some corn too........

She don't get this from me. I was seriously following directions as the thoughts hit her. Tie this, skewer this, tape this...........aye Captain, arggggh.

So today I woke up early with a strange feeling.........I think its called, I am ahead of my schoolwork and don't have to spend most of the day slugging through accounting problems (did you know if you buy an adding machine from Wal-mart that you can't destroy it no matter how many times you throw it, and now I have to paint a spot on my door, damn it).

So I cleaned my house. De-junked my junk drawers, cleaned my oven. Then high on fumes from said oven, I did the art project. Obviously the Great Value Oven Cleaner for $1.97 in lemon scent is to blame.

School Update:

Accounting: A

Psych: A

Two weeks to go before Christmas break.......

After break:

Biology 2

Peace Out:

Hope4Grace

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Obviously missing some brain cells.....

Between all the crap we have going on, we've decided to start finishing our basement after the first of the year.

We're in desparate need of more room.

I'm not used to have so much of my children. Sounds horrible but true.

The Man is on the phone now with his dad, who builds houses and is retired.

My father-in-law and HIS father-in-law are coming out in March to knock this out.

OMG........

However, we have 3100 square feet here, only 1550 finished. Basically we're living in the smallest house ever since we left apartment living.

I'm so freaking excited.

Free labor, the hard stuff was done when the house was built, woohoo, so we're already walled and installated.

This could actually work.

Mom, can the kids and I come live with you that week?

In March?

Can you check your calendar and pencil me in?

I clean toliets......

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To Do......

Being busy sucks but learning to multi-task is something I've excelled at.

It's called list making......

To Do: Before Christmas

0 Make Princess' bday party invites - ice skating this year!
0 Order cake for said party
0 Plan Duchess' bday party - in house princess teaparty
0 Finish psych and accounting 2 without bleeding over textbooks
0 Coordinate how The Man and I will both manage to get to my work holiday party
0 Start Christmas shopping, cause that is kinda important and I have nadda so far
0 Make karaoke cd's for Princess' bday gift - karaoke machine
0 Get Duchess' bday gift
0 Figure out the Santa gifts, sigh.....do you see a recurring theme here?
0 Order The Man more blood pressure pills so he can deal with me and my frantic self
0 Finish the 5 waist high stacks of laundry in my basement
0 Get Murphy to the doggie spa, his nails are killer
0 Shave my legs, at least twice before Christmas
0 The Man's Christmas gift - no freaking clue
0 My mother's Christmas gift - no freaking clue
0 Finish my painting for my Nanny's Christmas gift
0 Get my car fixed - The Man kissed another bumper.....sigh
0 Wash my car before Christmas
0 Reorganize my bookshelves
0 Spend more time with Duchess reading at night
0 Cook more, breakfast three times a week for supper ain't cutting it
0 Never take 2 classes at Christmas time ever again
0 Organize my closet, I'm missing my favorite boots
0 Figure out why I have 4 jackets........geez
0 Call and yell at my cell phone provider again this month, once is never enough
0 Update my myspace account - its been FOREVER, people may think I died
0 Figure out why I love "Like A Rock" by Bob Segar so freaking much
0 Get my arse in bed cause The Man just busted me up on the internet instead of sleeping....

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Not Done Yet....

I'm exhausted, weary and about ready to beat my head on the wall but I'm still here.

What the hell ever possessed me to take accounting 2 along with pyschology?

Week 2 is over. I had two pysch papers, a 19 question set of stocks/bonds homework, a math quiz, six discussion questions and had to proof three student's papers.

Wanta know about the evolution of gender roles? Ask me. I'll email you my paper. I got 100%. Curious about the use of hindsight bias in everyday life? Ditto..... Need to know whether your current stocks were presented to you correctly (cause you can actually have a stated rate of 8% interest growth and then receive anything beneath it, did you know that?) Have a question about the difference between contributed capital and retained earnings? I'm your girl, got a 95% on that b*tch.

So the cost of the above?

Another patch of gray hair, I haven't shaved my legs in WEEKS. My children can know give you a rundown on the various brain functions (they quiz me) and I waited till today to shop for Thanksgiving.

Work is hectic but good.

So we're hosting Thanksgiving dinner (or supper for those of us from the South) for friends and my beloved mommy. We'll have a full house. The house that is currently filthy. I have to scrub bathrooms and then move outward. I did manage to pick up all the butts that scattered across my backyard when the wind caught my buttcan. Cause hello.....white trash.

(Speaking of white trash, the rednecks with the 14 broke down vehicles and dirty little nakid kids and the dog that bit Duchess, MOVED last week. Yep, in the middle of the night. Nothing left but beer cans and dog turds in that front yard. It's a beautiful thing peeps!)

Among other news I haven't made the time to share. My photo-elusive step-dad is at his hunting camp for the season. He's killed 7. His limit is 4. This is why he's my hero. If you own it, they can't force you to follow no stinking laws! Go dad go. I need some Gluten Free deer sausage! Now if only he'd hit up those cemetaries and get me some iron fencing for my yard. Sigh.

Nanny made it safely home. I miss her already. I can't wait for her next visit. Gonna take more time off and spoil her rotten.

We are deep frying our turkey this year. The Man is prepping his contraption that will accomplish this now. In the past 1.5 hours, we've made great strides on Thanksgiving supper for tomorrow.

Since I wasn't smart enough to buy a house with a double oven......we're batch cooking.

Regular not Gluten Free dressing (stuffing to you yanks) is in the oven. This is my only consection to everyone else, I'm a giver that way. The birds are marinating. The eggs are boiled and ready for deviling, cause I can devil like you wouldn't believe (the secret is bacon!) The sweet potatoes are ready and in the fridge. The GF version of CG's beloved carrot cake is in process, having already been vetted by this family earlier this week. Yum! I'm prepping the GF pie crust as well.

My slaves, I mean my kids have passed out on the couch. Good little kitchen soldiers. The Man has even cleaned the garage for the holiday occassion. OMGosh, just have to share this: the reason I think he caved and cleaned it is not because company is coming. It's because I'm incapacitated currently due to a garage accident.

So I wear high heels every workday. No exceptions. Rain? Snow? yep, even then. I'm talented like that. So the other day we rushed home after karate and peeps, I just had to get inside and run out the backdoor and hide for a smoke. It had been that kind of day. So I was herding kids and as usual, dragging my briefcase, purse, lunchbox, my coat, their coats and keys, cause The Man has this horrible habit of locking the door between the house and garage. Geez. So instead of backing in like I normally do, I nosed in and packed up like the mule that I am. Coming running around the trunk of the car, heading for the home stetch I stepped in one of the many stacks of crap along the garage wall. Landing my high heel in a plastic kids' bike helmet. My heel actually stuck in the top of it throwing me off balance and I skidded a few steps before pitching backwards. I threw everything and landed on my butt, pulling a groin muscle in the process.

Me = not happy camper....... hence my garage got cleaned today.

The only thing exciting that happened this week otherwise was Murphy eating my carpet. But that's another story, for next time. More to come.......

Happy happy Thanksgiving peeps. Count your blessings!

And forgive my purge, but I promise to make more time!!!

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Because I have a sense of humor....

So four generations of my family got together, after driving to a great spot I pass everyday, to attempt a family portrait, except.....

it was freaking cold (17 degrees) and Duchess was exhausted...... and I am heartless.

Take 1

Take 2

Take 3 , then we took it inside.......wimps.......

And my girls and I got a cute, blurry pic....The Man is not a photographer

But Nanny and Duchess make a cute pair.
And we tried it again....oh well. I'm gonna edit the crap out of one of them and frame the bastard!

But true to form: nothing comes easy for us girls.

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Boring.....

It's date night.

Kids are at my mom's for a pallet/pizza party.

I spent the evening writing a paper on the gender differences of the sexes and whether it was perceived or reality.

I have officially become boring.

I'm sorry.

The Man fell asleep on me. The dog fell asleep on me.

Now I'm wide awake.

Going to do laundry and clean the kitchen.

If you find my life, pass it over.

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They Hear EVERYTHING...and more

My little easedroppers are everywhere. Yet while they may hear everything, they may not understand.......

Interesting comments from my girls, interrupting parental conversations!

- Who is economy?

-Why are people scared of economy?

-What is an AK-47?

-Why would you step on an elephant?

-Why is daddy got Uncle J's back? He has his own.

-When are we moving to Canada? (in response to the election, hee hee)

-Are you gossiping? It's a sin.

-I told my teacher that you do drugs but that I love you anyway (smoking)

-Did you really gut Bambi?

-How come "that one" is bad form?

-Will the shelter in our basement have a tv?

Not to mention that there is no such thing as privacy in my home anymore. Princess just has to tell me something the very minute she remembers. Interrupting my shower, my bath, or worse....

Somebody lied. Murphy is now 15 lbs and quite the bed hog. Luckily he likes to snuggle to his momma, therefore hogging The Man's side. He also likes to sleep with his head on a pillow. Smart little booger.

My mother is my hero. The one person in the world who doesn't judge me and makes it completely okay for me to not be perfect. I cannot begin to explain how utterly safe this makes me feel.

I adore my girlfriends who call me during the day just to say "hey, thinking of you". Those little calls just make my day.

Last week I got Murphy a new squeeky ball. He has devoured it. It's kaput. He really is a little stinker. But oh so handsome in his LSU kerchief. The Man takes it off, I put it on, he takes it off.

Otherwise, I have to clean my house cause the first full week of school, I have done NO housework. The people are revolting.

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Next up......

Accounting 2 and Psychology

What I have learned so far:

1. Business accounting is alot of freaking numbers. But I can now configure your loan accounts. And determine annuities.

2. Psych studies the mental and physical behaviors. And that alot of people are just screwed up from top to bottom. Now, I have to learn WHY?

3. To keep my head straight while taking 2 very indept very short classes, I had to geek up. I have a binder, with weekly calendars marked with exact due dates and important class reminders. Red for accounting, green for psych. It's looking alot like Christmas.

4. It's easier to read my psych book in the bathtub. I credit the soothing sound of running water. Plus the fact that my house is NEVER quiet. Which is why The Man is hiding in the basement with his laptop writing a paper on the exploration of the sea floor. Cause Barbie of Swan Lake is playing in my bedroom, music is blaring from one bedroom and National Treasure is playing in the great room.

5. I have a naughty leftover from college/high school habit of only being able to study to music. So I'm headphoning it when not in the tub. The Man is throughly confused at how I can study the differences in the subcategories of psych while singing along to Lowlife at the top of my lungs. (I can't help it, I automatically sing along)

6. When searching for his bootcamp yearbook to show our company last night a picture of someone they both knew, The Man pulled out my high school junior year yearbook. OMGawd...
I promise to post this picture later cause even I had to go.....wow.....it's amazing difference what fifteen or so years will do to a person.

7. I love school. I'm the biggest geek I know.

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Done!

Accounting 1001 is DONE baby. Over, caput......6 weeks of hell.

And a story.

Three weeks ago, my instructor apparently had a baby. And stopped working at all. Which is completely expected. Except she didn't expect it. First baby. Explains alot.

So after no teacher interaction for three weeks....um hello, and nobody at the school noticed. Finally after realizing that I'd had no grades for three weeks, that the students were running the show, answering and correcting each other in our discussions and homework assignments... I ratted. I'm a rat.

I emailed my advisor. Less than an hour later, we were assigned a substitute, on the last day of class. Then we found out she'd had a baby.

Is it wrong of me to be ticked?

Cause I pay alot to have a really good private school education via online classes. One where my diploma won't be a joke. I work hard for my grades and my classes are very condensed. So each week it's a challenge to stay ahead of the game.

So there it is, yet another fault that rises to the top......

I'm a rat.

But The Man says my tail is rocking, so I'm strangely okay with it.

*grades are obviously not done so I'm chewing my nails to see if I keep my A.......*

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Belted Up and Ready to Rock

Today was Princess' second tournament. It was more like a practice tourney with three local dojos. But being as she was a fresh yellow belt, she was nervous. She had to perform her Form 2, which she learned the last move on, last week.

With Nanny in town, plus my mom and us all in the front row.....it was no wonder that she kept her eyes closed for most of her Form. We are an unruly bunch.
But my baby was once again, one of the lowest belts there. We are now exactly five months into karate. Woohoo. She really enjoys it and has dropped ballet to commit to it. This surprised the ever loving pooh out of me. Cause ballet was all the big deal for years over here.

But today was also a very BIG day. Since getting her sparring gear a month ago, and practicing once a week with other students, Princess was getting into the ring and sparring other kids. For points. She was really nervous. I love this pic of The Man gearing her up. But we aim to keep them safe, while teaching them to beat the utter crap out of others. Irony!

Turns out, headgear wasn't needed so she moved on. Her first opponent, a trash talking blonde. Wait, that could actually describe alot of people I've known, lol. Sorry, focus! Anywho, once the fights were called out, the kids sat in front of us on the floor watching the others until their turn. Blondie came over and sat next to Princess. And started talking about kicking her butt....this went on for some time. Until I started looking around for her parents. As Princess was getting more and more upset. Her little head drooped, her eyes focused on the floor. Turns out, they were sitting right beside me. I know this because Blondie came running over to brag to her mom, who we'll call big blondie. Big Blondie smiled and nodded and sent her on her way. So I did what any other self respecting parent would do......

I called Princess over to me.

And loudly told her, while looking her square in the eye.

"It's not about winning. I swear, it nots. It's about being a good sport. Showing good sportsmanship. Because you know what, you can learn to win but you can't learn to be a decent person. It's heredity."

Then I told her to kick butt and do it the right way.

Big Blondie and husband, never said a word. Just sat there NOT looking at me.

So then it was on. They got into the ring.

And Princess, the same child who is so tenative and meek in sparring class with her fellow students, let her get a few good ones in, but Blondie made a mistake. She pushed her.

The referee reminded Blondie of the whole "play fair, technique not bullying" thing.

But it truly opened Princess' eyes. I was totally prepared for my kid to get her butt kicked. Was ready for it, because honestly as much as she loves karate, she isn't precise. She isn't aggressive. She isn't competitive.

Until today.

This wound up being a forward stomp kick that pushed Blondie back a good foot. It also wound up being the start of Princess' self-esteem. I have never cheered louder.

Blondie beat her by ONE point.

And when it was over, I stood up and let loose yelling for her. And then it happened......

Big Blondie and husband stood up and congratulated BOTH girls on a great match. And when Princess came over to cool down, they kept making comments about her being a tough competitor and what a close match.

Princess just soaked it up and said thank you......

And then kicked this boy's butt.

Although head contact was out, she opps and missed his nose by a mere inch on this kick. I just knew she was gonna land this one and get kicked out.

And although this kid was a puncher, his only moves were with his hands. And he packed a punch, cause she'd go backwards each time......

She kept those roundhouse kicks and front kicks coming.

It was awesome. She got agressive and chased him all over the ring. Kicking away. He beat her by ONE point. This kid went on to place 2nd out of 12 kids in her division.

Where did this tiger come from?

And when it was all said and done....... She got a good pep talk from her coach.

And came running over to me and after letting me gush all over her.....

"Mom, we totally have to repaint my nails, they're all jacked up."

Nice.

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Daddy Daughter Donut Day

The Man has Daddy Daughter Donut Day at the girls' school tonight. He was told to bring a blanket, his kids and a book. For some good ole fashioned daddy/daughter time.

He let the kids pick the book. Then when they started pulling hair over whether to take "Little House on the Prairie" or "Dora the Explorer" he just couldn't take it any longer.

He left the house with a big ole pink flowered blanket, two girls and this.......

Can't wait to see how this goes over......

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The South Comes.....

Here ye, Here ye:

My Nanny from Louisinanna.......has come avisiting......

The southern lady who is responsible for all the crazy, wild southern gentile woman that is my mother who is then responsible for all that is me.

Four generations of us sat at my table eating loaded baked potatoes for dinner.

I love family and it's a blessing to have everyone around.

Oh and The Man smashed my beloved Jade tonight.......fender bender is all, no worries. Poor guy, he's not a happy camper. Damn that mini-van driver who slammed on his brakes. He's on the phone with the insurance company, poor baby.

(I'm soooooooooo glad that it wasn't me who did it......)

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Halloween: Work Style

Me, the sailor with the cricket......hi boss!

Me with my girls......

We finished up this Halloween in style.

Trick or treating in the misty rain....

Following up with the croup!

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A++ Bookreport

Creative 4th grade teacher required this month's book report to be "visual"......
So creative 4th grader, Princess created a Wilbur pumpkin, took a fern plant and a plastic spider.

And blew me away with her creative self.....

Quite impressive....especially since it was her idea to hammer nails into his snout to make it stay in, she's quite the viscous little thing.

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