tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610083530081517642011-12-26T00:40:27.728-07:00"I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into another room to read a book." ~Groucho MarxKorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17523892197119604721noreply@blogger.comBlogger2851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361008353008151764.post-6135779005666595202009-06-15T00:00:00.001-06:002009-06-15T00:00:00.549-06:00

Well folks, apparently blogger has decided that I have loafed around here, taking up valuable web space and not paying them an ever-loving dime, long enough. They have told me to get up off my ass and go somewhere else, much like I told my deadbeat second husband.** So I have moved over to this spot, the new and much improved see kori rant. Special thanks go out to JT over at The Goth Mom for the

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Do you all know Mrs.4444? If not, go check her out and join in with the Friday Fragmenters. Lots of fun, you might get a cool little award, and hey; your name will be on a cool blog. What better way to start out a Friday? ***We got a squirrel feeder for Christmas last year, and we have a ton of squirrels where we live. We don't, however, have a tree from which to hang said feeder. So Steve

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Every morning in my email I get a Thought For The Day from Hazelden; sometimes it echoes what I have already read in my meditation books at home, sometimes it is irrelevant to what is going on with me at that moment, and sometimes it is really a kick in the ass. Today was a kick in the ass kind of day, because it was all about trusting the process. I read it, and read it again, and I thought, "OK

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I had just walked in the door from lunch yesterday when I got a phone call from the prosecutor's office; he was all like, "So, this is X from the prosecutor's office, how are you today?" Now, I don't generally consider calls from him good things, so I very cautiously said, "I don't know, you tell me how I am." He said, "Well, maybe pretty good...CF just made us a deal, and I need to talk to

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I have a new post up here. And I have to say that it was hard to even get that one written. Bloggers block, writers block, whatever you want to call it, I am just having a hard time in general lately. Four or five times I have tried to write a letter to a friend only to get about three lines into it before giving it up as a lost cause. My mind is scattered in ten different directions, and

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Come on, it's FRIDAY! Join in with Mrs.4444 and her gang for Friday Fragments. It will only hurt for a minute.***It has rained so much here that we have mushrooms growing in our back yard. Mushrooms; this is Idaho and where I live is a freaking desert. I keep hoping that they are not poisonous but will maybe make one break out in hives and some slight vomiting; maybe then they neighbors kids will

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A few questions for you people. Perhaps you may remember that I have been talking about a give away, and my move to a new place in the blog-world, and perhaps you may be thinking, "What the fuck? What a FLAKE!" because I haven't actually gotten it accomplished. Rest assured, it is all still in the works, and with hope by next week I will be able to do it. So in an effort to involve all of you, my

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See that? That is just how much my man loves me. Yes, that is duct tape. The fridge came with the house, but it didn't have those things in the door to stop the stuff from falling out.. So Steve fixed it for me. I thought I was being all sorts of funny when I said, "Oh, and the sticky part of the tape is so handy for making sure you don't hear that annoying rattle when you open the door." He

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So there was a Roman Catholic Priest, a Methodist minister, and a Jewish Rabbi, sitting around discussing at what point life actually begins. The Catholic priest says, "Life begins at conception." The Methodist minister says, "No, no, life begins at birth." The Rabbi disagrees with both and says, "No, my friends, life begins when all your kids have left home...and the dog dies." It is funny, but

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Friday Fragments is brought to you by Mrs.4444. If you love little snippets of information from the brains of strangers like I do, this is the place to go. Because I don't know about any of you, but me? I am nosy like that.***goddamn cell-phone-yapping-driving-a-new-SUV-that-mysteriously-didn't-come-with-turn-signals-installed-motherfuckers. Need I say more?***School is out today; this is always

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She seemed lonely, this little girl, immediately targeting Steve and Owen and I as Friendly People To Talk To (and clearly she was not getting this vibe from me, you all know that, right?); she floated by us in the pool for a really long time, bobbing along next to Owen with their matching orange water wings, asking where we lived and how long it took us to get there. After listening very

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Sam was invited to a camp out with some people from the church down the street from us. A Father-Son Camp Out, and my visiting teacher's husband has said that he would be happy to take Sam on the trip (Sam DID ask Steve, but Steve couldn't because we have a family wedding to go to that same night). I have thought about it and talked to a couple of different people about it and what it all boils

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Yep, it is Friday. You know what to do. If you don't, go see Mrs.4444; she will be happy to tell you.***Today is Owen's third birthday, and Tuesday was Sam's. It is funny, when I was pregnant and due with Owen, I just kept praying that he wouldn't be born on Sam's birthday, and he wasn't. ***For the last two weeks or so, we have seen a bird on a fence post just as we turn a corner on the way to

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Is it Thursday already? The week has flown by with a variety of different happenings here, and I feel a little sheepish that I was so excited to get this computer so as to be able to post from home, give the blogs I read more attention, whatever, and it just hasn't happened. Isn't that crazy? Maybe it means I have more of a life than previously thought, I don't know.I have had two different

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As a person who doesn't like change much, this having a computer at home thing is a little bit hard to get used to. At work, I am the only one who uses the computer, so I have everything I need or want right at my fingertips. Want to post a picture? click click click, there it is. Want to find a quote quickly, or check my account balance while also emailing? No problem. I know where everything

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A Saturday morning and I am sitting at my computer AT HOME, having already been through my reader and cleaned it out, played a couple of games, drank almost a post of coffee and it's just after 8:00 am. I am still not sleeping well, so when Owen woke me up at 6:00 or so it was just like a normal day; too little sleep, start the day off tired, try to make it through until bedtime tonight. Pretty

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***On the way to work this morning I saw two things in particular: a car driving past with the backseat filled with Happy Birthday balloons, and a funeral procession. It really made me stop and think how life is just flowing along and we are all just along for the ride. Right this second, there are babies being born and people dying, marriages ending and new ones being performed. It is spring

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Midnight is rolling around again and I still haven't' been able to sleep. I went to be at my normal time, tired tired tired, but-nothing. I haven't had problems with insomnia type stuff for a long time, and I don't think this applies anyway. I am just having trouble stopping all of the thoughts in my head. you will all come to regret my home computer, I think. Nighttime is not ever the best time

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I am back at work today feeling so tired that I can hardly keep my eyes open. I didn't sleep well at my sister's house at all, so started the day off yesterday feeling just like this, and for some reason I couldn't sleep last night either. I know it was after midnight when I finally fell asleep, so I feel much the same today. My head feels stuffy and dull, and my eyes are burning. I don't

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So do you guys all remember how we know that summer is on its way? With injuries of some sort? I mentioned Owen tripping (twice) and thrusting his teeth through his lip (no stitches, by the way. "They" don't like to stitch mouths due to increased risk of infection. I learned this when Sam did a similar job on HIS mouth, at about the same age). Well, I forgot to mention that Eli also got injured

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One of these days I am going to have a Weekend Recap full of some exciting and fun adventure, but this isn't the day. Instead, just another rather ordinary recap of the ordinary doings of my very ordinary life. So be it.Friday evening was good. Eli was gone to a birthday party, so Hannah and the little boys and I went out to dinner and then just messed around the house. I was putzing around

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Thanks to Mrs.4444, I have a topic for Fridays. If you are interested in having at least one day where you know what you are going to post, join in. It's as simple as that. And if you don't feel like heading over there, my newest post is up here.***Owen fell last evening and hit the wall, thrusting his bottom teeth through his lip. Gross. Blood everywhere. Then this morning he tripped over a

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I think I have gone insane. As if the two and a half dogs (I say half because we have Steve's dog part of the time) AND the rabbit we have as pets, we now also have two kittens. Can anyone say "sucker?" Really. We stopped to just look at them, and ended up taking the last two home. What can I say? If nothing else, I really like Asian food so perhaps they might come in handy at some point in the

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You know what I am trying to do today? Nothing. By that I mean that there are all of these different things going through my head, different snippets of conversations and emails sent to me sort of floating around up there, and today I am just simply letting them lie. For this day, this moment, there is no action I either need to or CAN take, about anything, and while there are a lot of things

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I have photos of the weekend and was planning on doing a weekend wrap-up just using pictures, but alas, where is my camera? Sitting on the bookshelf at home. So I will maybe do a photo post later in the week, provided I can remember to bring the camera.Jacquie and I had such a great time on Saturday. It was really, really nice to have the day just to ourselves, with no kids and no time

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Welcome to another edition of Friday Fragments, brought to you by Mrs.4444. I love the idea of documenting the little snippts that don't quite make it into an entire post, although for me I tend to use this more as a stream-of-consciousness kind of thing where I write down the things going through my mind at various points during the week. However you choose to use it, it is a lot of fun and neat

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Moving on, I am over my depression of yesterday simply because there is nothing I can do about it. As I have said before, we all KNEW he wouldn't remain in jail, so it isn't as if I was surprised. I comforted myself last night by the mental image of CF having to go to work yesterday knowing that his face has been all over the news, and I got a chuckle or ten out of that one. This IS a small town/

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So much for victory. He didn't even spend a day in jail. He was released yesterday. Fuck. This is all just a bunch of fucking shit. That's it-just a bunch of shit. That must mean his attorney already knew that an ankle monitoring device was likely and already had him start making the arrangements. Must be nice for the motherfucker to have access to all sorts of ready cash in which to make

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Happy Monday! And a happy Monday it is indeed. While we did not get all we had asked/hoped for in court, it was still a victory. None of us actually had to testify, which is good, and the judge DID revoke bond, which is also good. CF is now in jail, but he can get out as soon as he obtains an ankle-monitoring device at his expense. Once that happens, he can go to the two AA meetings he

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It shouldn't surprise me that I got a call from the Prosecutor's Office today. I mean, the preliminary hearing was on Hannah's birthday, and then trial was set to start on Eli's birthday. In fact, when I told April about it having been postponed until June, she was all like, "Well whose fucking birthday is on THAT day?" And yes, she said the F word; she isn't nearly as sweet and soft-spoken as

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These are all reasons why today is a good day. I went out for my break this afternoon and ran into my friend P., the mother of my friend M. who died last month. It is the first time I have seen her since just two days after the services; she is a huge reminder of all that I DO have. And this woman-wow. All I can say is that she is amazing and inspirational and a wonderful example of a woman in

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Back in the public eye, so to speak, and I come in here this morning to find I have nothing of great import to say. I am feeling depressed today, for whatever reasons. Shouldn't be, really, because it is finally spring here, the trees all blooming and budding out, and I haven't had to wear a jacket for several days-that alone should be enough to make me sing with joy, because I can't stand to be

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Just wanted to let you all know that for a variety of reasons, I am going Private for a couple of days. Please email me if you would like an invite. For those of you who don't have my email, please comment and I will make sure you get it. Thanks for understanding, and this won't be a forever thing; I need those pennies from my ads too badly to be private for long. I mean, come ON, I almost

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For more of these delicious little insights into the minds of some pretty amazing people, check out Mrs. 4444 over at Half Past Kissin' Time. Also, she gives out an award of sort for the best Friday Fragment, and I personally think it is worth the effort to try to get it just so my name would be on her blog. Because she is that cool.**People say sea gulls are disgusting birds, but I would have

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So my newly 15 year old Eli has forbidden me to write anything at all sappy and sentimental on the blog in honor of his birthday, so I am certainly not going to do it. Instead I will tell you that this kid sent me to the hospital twice to be pumped full of anti-labor drugs which made me sick and bitchy, he put me on bed rest for 6 weeks and was still born three weeks early, and even with all of

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Deep breath here. I had my emotional breakdown last night, ranting (big surprise there, right?) and raving about how unjust the justice system really is, crying and crying about how sad and awful this really is; I also felt so defeated and hopeless that I thought maybe it would be in the best interests of everyone save HIM for the whole thing to be dropped. Of course, on the heels of THAT I

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The trial has been postponed until June 10th. The judge told me that he hopes I understand that he is really in a bind, and I said, "So is my daughter." and walked out of the courtroom.

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This is how we distracted ourselves over the weekend. If nothing else is working, get out of the house and live-that makes everything seem better. There are other things to say but I am waiting to post anything signifigant until this afternoon or tomorrow. The short story is that there may or may not be a continuance on the trial. If there IS, it may or may not be as late as June before we go

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I am sorry, there will be no Friday Fragments from me today. However, go on ahead and check it out at Half Past Kissin time. It is fun to read all the little snippets of things people put down.The thing is, I am sick today. Sick at heart, sick of drama and problems and stress and tension. Just-sick. Last night, in the midst of an already tense evening, I got served with more papers. Yeah-another

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The night last night wasn't as quiet and fun as I had hoped. Hannah and I got into a discussion about her homework, which led to several hours of the silent treatment from her. Then I knocked on her door to tell her it was time to shower and found her crying; she had tried to call her dad again, to no avail, and she is heartbroken. I felt furious-not with her, but with him. And not just for

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I apologize for the confusion; the trial is set for next Wednesday, not today. The 8th and the 9th, actually, and hopefully that will be it. I guess I will know more specifics after out meeting on Friday with the PA. Gosh, I HOPE I will know more by then! You remember, the 8th. Eli's birthday. Isn't it terrible that first we had the preliminary hearing on Hannah's birthday, and now the

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The PA finally called last night at 5:00; we are going to trial on Wednesday. Via his attorney, CF said, "I didn't do anything wrong; there will be no deal." We have to go in to meet with the PA on Friday afternoon to prepare for the trial, as both Hannah and I have been subpoenaed. It is odd. I knew this would most likely be the case, that he would take it all the way to trial (after all,

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I have to say this was one of the best weekends we have had in a long time, and we have had some good ones. Friday night Steve and I went to the AA Speaker meeting, which was an exceptionally good one. I was glad to see my friend P. there, the mother of the man who died last week; I am amazed at her courage and strength, and am glad to know that no matter how difficult life is at any given moment

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So I have decided to start participating in this thing called Friday Fragments, which is the grand idea of Mrs.4444. I have kind of been lurking around her blog lately, and definitely need one day a week where I have some structure. If you want to know more about it, head on over to her place and check it out. Actually, you should go check her out anyway; she is pretty neat.**I talked with the

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I am thrilled; this post was just picked to go to syndication on March 30th. This is the second time one of my posts has been chosen, and it is incredibly exciting. Of course, I will add here that it might perhaps be simply a lack of other options; posts have been slim over there at the Rocky Mountain Moms Blog, so maybe I was the best one out of, oh, three. No matter; it is still very exciting

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My latest post is up over at the Rocky Mountain Moms Blog this morning, should you feel the urge to go check it out.I went to my friend's funeral services yesterday afternoon, and it was, in a word, terrible. I have never really understood why people describe such events as "beautiful;" there was nothing beautiful about it. Yes, the flowers were pretty. Yes, the chapel looked nice, despite the

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Eli's room. I would apologize for the mess, but it wouldn't do any good.Hannah's room. The other two walls are the same brown as Eli's, which is actually much prettier in real life than it comes across in the photos. My living room rug (and dog). These two are the basement; one area is the craft/games/stay out of mom's way area; notice the pipe hanging down? So far everyone save Owen has gotten

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Sam in the snow yesterday.My dad-New Year's Eve 2009, with half of Steve in the background. Owen-a little chilled, it looks like. Our favorite tree at Emerald Lake.Owen and Lola (Eli's dog), 2008. The new house from the outside; this was yesterday. It was 69 degrees on Saturday, and we woke up to snow on Sunday. Steve and Owen, New Year's Eve 2009Christmas 2008 The above four were early fall

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There has been precious little going on in my life lately, or rather precious little that is blog-worthy, and I just feel blocked and dull and stupid. Bear with me, please. I have to keep writing, I actually need to write MORE, simply so I don't get out of practice. I lack discipline lately, so I am simply working hard at putting some words down every day.My weekend recap? Mm. Friday night

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Talk about W.E.I.R.D. I mean, seriously strange. Exactly 17 years ago today, I married my first husband. It was a Friday the 13th then, too, and although I am not especially superstitious, there have been times when I wondered if I should have known then that it wasn't going to work out. This is one of those things that make me shake my head at myself and think, "Now, what, exactly, were you

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My latest post for the Rocky Mountain Moms Blog just went up; I have been trying to write a little bit differently, a little bit more meaningfully (it is too a word), and t his is a good example of it, I think. Unlike my springtime post, I don't think it will get made fun of. Much, anyway. I am shamelessly self-promoting because I am needy like that. Please go check it out. If it isn't too

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Spring is on it's way here in the valley, the tulips just starting to poke their green blades up through the half-frozen earth. In the places where the sun reaches, the ground is mud, exuding the aroma of fresh new earth and growing things, and even on the coldest days, the sun carries a hint of the warmth to come.Not far from here, though, lies the reservoir, iced-over yet. There are still

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The old man with the cane was out guarding the bank ATM again this morning while the younger, more fit man was unloading the machine. It looks like Old Guy has gained some weight since last time I saw him; his bullet-proof vest now looks more like a bullet-proof halter top, and I imagine that it would be even easier to overpower him and run for it now. These are the things I think about when I am

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All afternoon I have been sort of snacking on these jelly beans I brought to work this morning, not stopping to think that I should have brought just a small portion. I think I ate about half a pound of jelly beans, and now my stomach is queasy and I feel heavy and dull. I am not used to eating that much sugar, for one thing, and I wasn't feeling well yesterday, either. I just went out for a

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A lull. I am neither in a great mood nor a bad one, just kind of coasting along. In talking with Amber just a few minutes ago, I was able to articulate one more thing that I have been feeling, I don't know, unsettled or uncertain about. See, I keep waiting for someone to tell me what to do, and that just isn't happening. I want someone to sweep in and give me specific instructions about how to

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There once was a little girl, the youngest of four daughters. By the time this little girl was four, her mom had been married three times, and the entire family was irrevocably screwed up. At four years old, this little girl and her older sister (six) were both already so tired of being made to feel expendable and also so tired of being the punching bag for StepFather #4 that they decided one

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I have a new post up over at the Rocky Mountain Moms Blog today, if any of you are so inclined to hop on over there and read it. There is also a very interesting and rather heated discussion going on over there about how women abuse the court system in a divorce in order to steal the children away from their fathers. Written by, imagine this, a man. I did my own responding, but this guy? He

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We got a notice from the court yesterday that the Pre-Trial hearing for CF is set for the end of March. Of course it has long been looming, there at the back of our minds, but everything else has sort of overshadowed it for awhile. Now, though, with the arrival of that ominous envelope yesterday, it is right there once again. I haven't told Hannah just yet; I know that I HAVE to, and I will,

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I have it so good. You know, we all know that some things have happened over the last year that were less than ideal, but I haven't had to deal with any kind of really scary illness, my children are all well and relatively healthy, and so am I. I am so, so blessed. Because there are some people whom I really, really love who are going through a very scary time right now, and while my heart just

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I got nothing today. I haven't been reading the news so can't comment on Current Events-not like I do that much anyway. Ditto with the whole TV thing; since I don't watch TV, I can't even comment on the shows I watched over the weekend. I am a dullard today. Hannah's date went well; she came home walking on air, the boy having not just taken her to dinner and a movie but also bringing a

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I have a few things that I have been pondering just lately; if any of you know the answers to any of the questions or thoughts I bring up here, please feel free to share them with me.1. Is there a way to do password protected posts on Blogger? I have had some fallout in my "real" life over the post I wrote the other day (St. Nick called it a Manifesto! Which made me proud, actually), and if in

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I was walking to the post office this morning, swinging to and fro the canvas bag I use to carry the mail, and I was struck by this very strong, not-very-good memory. When I was married the first time, a 20 year old mom, I had a job at a little cafe type place. We would take home-baked muffins and cookies and bagels to surrounding businesses, and that was my job; the goody deliverer. I hated

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I don't have anything to say today that isn't going to start some kind of a conflict, which really fucking pisses me off-which by saying so out loud just creates more conflict, which in turn makes me angrier. So I am just going to go all out here and get it off my chest and let the chips fall where they may. So be it. This is not just about the whole post-that-I-deleted-yesterday thing, though it

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I have entirely too many books. We each went through all of our books prior to the move and got rid of a lot of them, but during the actual move I discovered that we still have an awful lot of them. As in, we had more books than anything else. As in, every single box had books on the bottom and clothes on top, or books on the bottom and bathroom stuff on top...not to mention the boxes that

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Eli has been getting up a little earlier in the mornings to make Malt-O-Meal for all of us before we leave the house. He is 14, not outwardly loving and affectionate, but he does these little things to show that he cares. He makes sure that Sam, chronically underweight and not feeling well to boot, eats at least half of his, even putting half & half on Sam's portion instead of skim milk. While

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Three more days until we get moved, after which I might possibly have the time and the energy to read through my readers, blog in a more meaningful way, or spend my lunch hour doing something besides make phone calls to line up different things. Today, I called the phone company and ordered service at the new place to start on Friday, and got my new phone number. We have the option here to keep

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I didn't really mean what I said yesterday about 2009 biting. For one thing, while this new situation with Hannah is terribly upsetting (ok, an understatement of vast proportions, but still), but it is a carryover from all that occurred last year, so I can't really say that this new year sucks already. It just makes LAST year seem suckier. Second, there are also good things happening, both big

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Another week has begun, as well as another month, and I would have to say that if you take it as a whole, 2009 has not shown itself to be any kinder than 2008, at least at this point. There are some really positive things, as there always are should I pay enough attention, but for the moment, it seems like we are destined for more than our fair share of troubles again. The year has approximately

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I wanted to give you all at least an update on Hannah. I just called and she is doing okay. God, it is so much more complicated than that, so many different layers to that one simple word, "okay." In this case, what that means is that she is where she needs to be, and she is safe. I had a meeting, actually WE had a short therapy session yesterday before I headed home, with her and her

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I have to laugh at something: I have noticed that I have a couple of people who read my blog who are not only very conservative Christians but are ALSO completely Anti-Obama (and I am not talking about YOU, Steph, I love you!); while I appreciate the readers and think it is cool that they obviously find something about my blog compelling enough to keep reading, it just makes me laugh. So if this

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Well. IHA called and my inspection is set up for next Thursday; she is already familiar with the home and doesn't anticipate any problems, was almost as equally excited for us as WE are, and get this: I am going to be paying $11.00 less a month than I am currently paying for, let's face it, a dive. The utilities are a little bit more expensive there, but there is natural gas heat (which we have

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It is a good thing I took the extra time to do something with my hair today. I mean, it is getting kind of long, and I got a gift certificate for Christmas for a cut and style, but I don't know what I want to do with it. So I have been trying all of these different things-pulling it back in a ponytail with a sideways part (it looked really nice like that when my sister got married, by the way,

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I hate being a grown-up sometimes. Or rather, I like being one, I just hate FEELING like one. I had to order new tires yesterday (or rather, Steve ordered them because he can get them at cost AND put them on for me) and the total was very nearly $700. I about had a heart attack, really. The last time I had to get new tires was when Eli was a baby, and I was given them as a birthday present.

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Like most everyone in our country today, I watched Barack Hussein Obama give his Inauguration Speech, the crowd a wonderfully compelling mixture of different race and economic status and every possible difference we use to keep ourselves apart from one another. There were a million people huddled together in the cold to watch our 44th President take office. While I was not there physically, I

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My first post for the Rocky Mountain Moms Blog is up; you can check it out here if you are so inclined. And please leave a comment if you read it, because I have this terrible paranoia that if they don't think anyone is interested, they will boot me off as a contributor and I will feel horribly ashamed and embarrassed that I wasn't good enough. Oh. Did I say that out loud? Perhaps I still have

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I am feeling better today in that I am not so damned discouraged at the moment. For one thing, I was able to talk to S. from the prosecutor's office yesterday afternoon, and that helped. Not that it changed anything, but at least I know more what is going on. The reason they postponed the trial was because the defense wasn't ready (read: CF isn't yet ready to be assfucked by the general prison

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Sigh....still waiting for that elusive grace....And in the meantime, we got served new subpoenas last night and the trial date has been postponed until April 8-9. I don't know why yet, because it is only 8:30 here and the Prosecutor's office doesn't open until 9:00. I did leave a message but they don't return calls in a timely manner so I am not expecting any kind of an answer today. This

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I find it ironic that The Geekhiker left a comment on may last post asking when I sleep, or something to that effect. I did not sleep well at all last night, at first unable to get to sleep and then what sleep I had was broken up by strange, vivid dreams that I can't quite remember this morning. I don't know if the entire house was picking up on my restlessness or vice versa, but it did not seem

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I got tagged by The Girl over at A Girl and Her Blog again to do another one of those 7 odd/random things memes, and I tell you, I am starting to get seriously concerned that some of you people really think I am quite odd, that I have enough little quirks and eccentricities to keep finding more. I might have to start digging really deep to find the ones I have been burying, and bring them out in

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Funny, not long after I posted yesterday, the woman from the Prosecutor's office called. It isn't the same woman I got mad at before (I think SHE is actually in the background begging this woman, S. to pleeeeeze call me so she doesn't have to deal with the over dramatic whiny bitch, but hey, it works for me!). Anyway-S. called to let me know what was going on. I was right in that the hearing on

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My kids started back up to school yesterday after being home for eighteen days. Yes, eighteen, which seems utterly ridiculous to me. I mean, come on; mine have a hard time focusing after a three-day-weekend, so I can't imagine them slipping right back in to the routine. I, on the other hand, fairly leaped out of bed at 5:45 yesterday morning-despite having been able to sleep in an hour later over

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I have put off writing a New Year's post for several reasons. One is that I so don't do the whole resolution thing, and another is that I really haven't had much to SAY. Or maybe the quietness I have been feeling inside has translated to a distinctly quiet voice, or perhaps I have been taking a much-needed break from the whole online world lately, or hell, maybe I have just been feeling lazy.

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I am actually quite thrilled with this particular meme, partly because it is one that I haven't seen before and partly because I like the kinds of meme's that actually require me to think. In three minutes I could come up with some smart-ass answer to all of these, and that would be that-but I really like to have some questions that require me to actually contemplate the answers. So a special

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I want to talk about excess here for a minute. We went to a birthday party for Steve's niece last night; she will be turning a year old tomorrow ( a YEAR. Yes, that is important to embed in your minds. One. Year. Old.). the family always has parties at a local pizza joint, so the venue was no big thing; however, we usually go in the back and sit at a couple of long tables they have back there.

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I don't even know where to begin. Perhaps you would like to hear about the fact that the kids were so excited by the sheer number of gifts under the tree that they were up and down all night wondering, "Is it time to get up yet?" We are talking at 2:00 a.m., again at 4:30, and finally at 5:45. Apparently at some point I had told them that I would NOT get out of bed before 6:00; I heard them all

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In a few short hours, my kids and I will be in church with Janet and Rob; their church is a simple one, with old wooden pews that have been burnished with years of sliding into them, standing up, kneeling. It will be dark outside, so the sun can't shine in through the stained glass windows, but there will be candles and the secret smell of people congregating to celebrate this season. We will

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One more hurdle over with; the office dinner last night is over, and I managed to get through it relatively unscathed. There was one awkward moment when the boss' wife said, "So are we expecting another person?" after the rest of us had congregated, but I just laughed and said, "Heavens no!" and that was that. The food was good, although there was way too much of it (which you will not often hear

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It is a beautiful afternoon here, with the snow still soft and deep, not yet marred by wind and leaves and garbage and dog shit. I went home for lunch and the boys were gleefully gearing up for an afternoon out of doors, carrying empty laundry-soap buckets with which to make perfect squares for their forts. They have all been cleaning furiously today, without being asked, in preparation for

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The stomach bug that Owen had has ripped through our entire house like wildfire; Sam was stricken Friday night and into the wee hours of Saturday morning, then Eli came home form his friend's house sicker than sick. By Saturday evening I had it as well (and it is the true measure of friendship that we were shopping with Jacquie and Hannah and her boys, and Jacquie patiently waited outside the

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What a day I had yesterday! Owen woke up throwing up about 4:00 in the morning, and basically did not stop until last night. Poor little guy had projectile bodily fluids coming out of every possible orifice all day long. In between bouts of throwing up (which would also trigger a diaper explosion; poor thing, his bum was just raw yesterday), he dozed, or would even get up and play for a

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It has just occurred to me that I am coming up on 200 posts. That just seems little bit crazy to me. It is funny, I was just looking through the archives and remembered how excited I would get when I would get 6 comments. Like, 6 comments was a really, really good day! I have to just shake my head and laugh at myself now. I mean, it isn't like I have 80 comments like SOME (ahem, you know who you

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Look at that; isn't she a beauty? Mama Smurf over at My Life gave this to me, and this is actually how she put it:"...cuz I have a soft spot for a gal that tells it like it is. And I just have a soft spot for this chic in general. Life has dealt her some pretty low blows but she always comes out pointing at the shiny spot on a rusty old dilapidated Lincoln."So of course there are rules, the first

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I just got back to the office after going to the arraignment for CF (the acronym is courtesy of April, BTW), and there were no real surprises in that he pled Not Guilty. However, he has been formally charged now with FOUR felonies instead of three, and three of the four are The Big Ones, while the last is a "minor" one. My guess is that the 4th charge is there simply to be thrown away, and the

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I have in my hand a copy of the Restraining Order against The Bad Man. This was not procured without effort, believe me, beginning with phone calls on Monday and continuing on into today. The first person I talked to this morning accused me of being over dramatic, causing more problems than I was helping, and also said that I really need to look into counseling for my entire family (which, BTW,

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Should I be slightly concerned that when I called the elementary in the neighboring town to talk to someone for work, the secretary recognized my voice? I didn't even have to tell her who was calling. She used to work at the elementary here when Hannah and Eli went there, but moved to the other one about two years ago. Perhaps that means I used to call the school a lot, what do you think? We had

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Happy Monday! I just got off of the phone with the prosecutor, and I will toot my own horn here by saying that I was very calm and reasonable, prefacing the conversation with, "I have a few questions that I hope you can answer for me...." and proceeded to tell him what had transpired on Friday. Without yelling or crying, which is HUGE (for me). He was noticeably upset, and is going to try to

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It isn't quite the end of the weekend and I don't know what is in store for the rest of the day so I can't really call this a weekend recap. Instead, I will just say that it has been a very eventful weekend thus far.It turns out that not only did The Bad Mad get out of jail without us being notified, but he ALSO showed up at the AA meeting on Friday night. Jacquie and I had been planning on

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Head Lady of The Class~First, I need to apologize for having been so long in getting to you, as well as for not calling you last night when we opted to stay home. As you can imagine, there has been a lot going on with our little family in the last three weeks, and we had court on Wednesday, so the current situation has consumed the majority of our time and energy. Last night, feeling the way I

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As most of you know by now (thank you again to my lovely April for updating the blog for me; you know I love you, right?), Hannah did not have to testify yesterday-thank you to whomever was Up There watching out for that sweet girl! It was very, very bizarre, I tell you that, the whole thing. It was like some kind of auction, with bidding and negotiations and a lot of back-and forth until a

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Kori called me today after court. Hannah did NOT have to testify (yay!), but in return, they had to agree to allow for a lower bail so he will be out tomorrow. Thankfully, he's on house arrest, and is only allowed to go to work, and he's not to go anywhere near Kori or her family.I was most pleased to hear that the judge specifically ordered him to stay away from the AA meetings that Kori attends

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