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So my son and I were having a conversation last night about what he wanted for breakfast in the morning. He said he wanted raw toas t with raisins in it. I said; "raw toast? You mean you want some raisin bread not toasted." He said; "No, I want raw bread." I said; " Okay , that's fine" He's such a nerd!

Do you ever just feel blah ? Well that's how I feel this morning. I didn't want to get out of bed much less get the kids ready for school and I certainly don't want to go to work. It's cold outside-that makes me want to snuggle down deep under the covers and snooze half the day away. But....reality kicks in! By the way, I paid someone to clean my house . I cam home yesterday to a beautiful, shinny, dust free home. It brought a tear to my eye. Well, I guess that's all I have to talk about since my mood is just plain blah. I also have to go and get ready for work. In case anybody has wondered what I do for a living, I sell advertisement in to a junk mail program. Yep, I'm the one who stuffs your mail box every month with those coupons. Some people love to get them, others hate the sight of them and immediately throw it in the trash. Which one are you? Let me know on the poll located in the sidebar.

It's C-c- coooold ! I love it! This is my favorite time of the year. I took some pictures this morning and thought I'd share them today. I mentioned how I liked to go to the thrift store, so I am sharing some items that I bought last weekend from there. Have a wonderful day! My front yard with frost on the ground. I bought this welcome mat on clearance at Target last weekend...only 4 bucks. As you can see I was standing out side in my night gown barefooted. My toes almost froze off! I made this wreath a couple of weeks ago. Yes, I can be a little bit crafty when the mood hits me. I love the tiny bird nest with the bird and little eggs in it. Can you see it? Here's my front porch. All ready for trick-or- treaters ! This guy is scary! He has a motion detector. When you walk in front of him he screams like a banshee and his eyes light up red. It's really quite annoying.... Here is a close up of the mums on my front stoop. I love the color. Here is a thrift store it

Hello adoring fans (all 4 of you!). I'm excited to play a game. I have no idea what this means, but I do want to play along so I am following the directions. My dear blogging friend GiGi at FireFly Cottage tagged me and here is what I have to do: 1. Link to the person or persons who tagged you. 2. Post the rules on your blog. 3. Write six random things about yourself. 4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. 5. Let each person know they’ ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog 6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up Six Random (and I do mean random) things about me: #1 I love to shop at the Thrift Store #2 If I could be a beach bum, I would live on it 365 days a year #3 I bite on the inside of my cheek when I'm nervous #4 I am secretly in love with John Cusack #5 My favorite smell is a newborn baby's head #6 I had a speaking part in a Goody's Clothing Store commercial. My line was; " So Bob, what are you giving this year?&

I woke up very late this morning, way later than normal. I did not get up until 10:45am. The doctor prescribed me a sleeping pill. I took it last night, but I had two glasses of wine during the evening. I was awakened by a song playing in my head. "Knocking on Heaven's Door". Can you imagine the horror that came over me? I was feeling disoriented, not sure where I was, with THAT playing in my head! I thought O'Lord I've died and my bedroom is just as dirty and dusty as it was on Earth! I really thought I'd have fine linens and clean furniture in Heaven. Back to the spookiness.... The other day I was playing around with IGoogle and Google Reader and saw where I could add a picture header to the top of the page. I clicked on a title and no other than Bob Dylan popped up there! Remembering that this morning, I thought to myself (actually I said it out loud ) "Is Bob Dylan trying to reach me?" I know he's not dead, but is someone, somewhere tr

So, I went to the doctor yesterday. I did a follow up appointment for the stomach issue (if you remember We Missed the Big Yellow Bus post). The medicine he prescribed 3 weeks ago just wasn't working. I am scheduled for an ultrasound of my stomach this morning. ( I guess he's looking for an Alien") He believes it's Irritable Bowel Syndrome, so do I. He just wants to do the ultrasound to make sure it's nothing else (like a miniature Sigourey Weaver about to pop out of my stomach). I'm pretty bummed about it because I can't eat or drink anything this morning. NO COFFEE-I think I'm going to die. I'm also not sleeping well. It's like my brain will not shut off. I wake myself up thinking about work deadlines, kid's activities, housework that needs doing, did I pay the power bill...stuff like that. I hate it-I miss sleeping like a rock. I have always loved my sleep. I think it's because I like to escape into dreamland. I have the best drea

Happy Halloween! Is this cat scary or what? Believe or not, this is a real kitty. I took the picture. I'm pretty sure this is a possessed cat. It freaks me out every time I look at. Those eyes could shoot laser beams at you. Do you remember the movie Pet Cemetery ? Talk about night of the living dead! I wonder if it can levitate like the Exorcists .

This is so funny! It's from Saturday Night Live. I came across it this morning. Be sure to take my poll at the top left side of my page! Leave comments below...

I am a 40 something single mom whose whole world revolves around her two kids, finance', one dog, one crazy cat and a house. I drink wine to cope! Welcome to my World . I created this blog in hopes of offering women of all ages a place to gather and learn from each other and hopefully add some light comic relief to our day in day out lives. In my opinion ALL women are created equal and add balance to this world. It's just for some reason we have a hard time creating that same balance within our own lives. I struggle every day looking for that right balance of family, career, house, and "me" time. I thought perhaps if I wrote about it I could begin to figure it out and in return help others to do the same. If not, then we can at least get a good laugh at ourselves! I welcome all comments and suggestions. If you want to hear about a certain topic, please send it my way. Use the comment section below or email me at mhuey1265@gmail.com live well.....laugh of

This is a post that I did not write. I had a similar experience recently and it reminded me of this hilarious story I received through email awhile back. I'm not sure who actually wrote it but try not to pee yourself while reading it. I almost did! The first thing my mother taught me was to grab a handful of toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Lesson two was learning to assume 'The position'. This required carefully balancing over the toilet in a squatting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. That was a long time ago. Even now, in my forties, 'The Position' is excruciatingly difficult to maintain for more than thirty seconds, especially when one's bladder is bursting. If that wasn't bad enough, when you have to visit a public restroom, you

Last Saturday Jeff and I took all of the kids bowling. There were 4 kids in all (yes we were brave)3years, 5 years, and my 13 year old with one of his friends. It was a hoot! I haven't bowled in quite some time so my form was a little off (ok a lot off) I was at the bottom of the scoreboard the entire time. Heck even the 3 year old was beating me! Of course there were a lot of contributing factors throwing me off of my game. First being, I could not find the right bowling ball. I like a ball weighing about 8 or 9lbs. Sounds easy enough, right? Noooo. Because all of the ones at that weight have finger holes cut for the size of spaghetti noodles (uncooked!). Now I'm not saying that I have fat fingers. They may be a little "chubby" but certainly not fat. I finally have to settle on an 11lb ball with holes cut for "chubby" fingers. Then...on top of the ball issue... It was hotter than Hades in there! I thought I would be cute and wear an adorable pair of jean ca

Oh My Goodness! It’s been 4 days since my last post! I know my anxious millions(few) readers have been starving for some more of my charm, unmatched wit, and knee slapping humor. (you know I’m joking, right?) Well, first things first. My stomach is better and so is my temper (if you remember We Missed the Big Yellow Bus post) I have been doing good with my Sugarbusters! (The reason I spell it that way is because that is how it looks in the book-it’s a little annoying because every time you see that word it looks just like this! And you think you’re suppose to get excited or pay special attention because it’s in italic with an exclamation point-go figure) I have cheated some but nothing like I usually do with diets (life-style changes). Here’s the deal with Sugarbusters (sorry I’m not going there this time). You eliminate sugar from your diet. Plain and simple. But it’s not. Because there are foods that we eat that basically turn into sugar in our bodies. Things like b

Okay, I'm feeling better now. I did have to take a couple of days off of work which did help me. My body finally returned to normal by mid day today. I have got to do better. I don't even know who that maniac was who posted on my blog yesterday! I'm sorry to be so negative. To be nicer I decided to post some pictures of people and things I like. I am enjoying a nice and relaxing evening in my semi-clean home with my baby (13 years old), my doggie and my kitty. My oldest is gone to TN for a wrestling tourney. I hope everyone is doing well. Smile and be happy (that's what I'm telling myself anyway) Peace and Love! My son catching a fish. He's an excellent fisherman...patience of Job Tea Cups at Disney World The beach...any beach...anywhere...anytime. Especially with my Honey

This morning I had a complete come-apart. By 6:25am I was wailing with tears streaming down my cheeks on the phone with my finance' speaking an unrecognizable language to him. You know what I mean, when you're sobbing so hard the other person can't understand a thing you're saying. There I was sitting in my car in the driveway squalling because my son had missed the bus. Sounds CRAZY, right? Well maybe I am crazy! At least I feel that way sometimes. Of course I wasn't upset just because he missed the bus, there were a lot of contributing factors leading up to that moment. But right that second I felt like I couldn't go on anymore, like it was the end of my rope and there was no way I could function in this world any longer. Let me give you a run down of the events leading up to the total melt-down. First I woke up and had to run to the bathroom with diarrhea (a continuation from the day before), then I went into the kitchen to cook the boys egg-in-the-toast

I found this article and felt like it directly related to me and my weight gain. I posted the picture because I love her hair! Please read below and click on the link above to take you to the whole article on Women's Health Magazine. Now I can blame other people for my fatness! The Chill Factor Stress doesn't just cause tension headaches and office meltdowns--it can jump-start your obesity hormones as well! Learn how to tamp down the tension and turn off the fat cells for good Judi Ketteler You can't take much more. It's quarter to three on a very bad day that's already included ripped tights, a confrontation with your boss, and a guilt trip from your mother. You need a pick-me-up, a way to make it through the rest of the day without exploding. You need a double-hot-fudge sundae. Or a giant plateful of fries. Or, OK, even the month-old bag of probably-stale pretzels that's buried at the bottom of your desk drawer. If you've ever felt this way, then y

I hate cleaning my house. There I said it. I also hate cooking, exercising, and skinny people! It's hard to admit those things when you know you are suppose to take pride in some of them, but I just don't want to pretend any longer. When I was a stay at home mom I really loved doing most of those things (not exercise and I was a skinny person). I liked taking care of my house and my children. There was a lot of pride in that job and I was very good at it. Now that I have to work I can't do it all. I use to try but it's no use. I had to let things go around here. I was recently asked by my boss what my professional career goals were. I had to think really hard because nothing was coming to me! That's when I realized that my heart was with my children and my goals lied within them. I only work to pay bills. If I didn't have to do that I would go back to being a little home maker. This question made me realize how much I missed that time in my life. Of course, real