tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21560623193774357122024-03-13T22:28:30.323-07:00Under The Suburban SunLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-47354284786243336532013-05-02T05:12:00.002-07:002013-05-02T05:24:29.797-07:00Its OK Thursday 5/2<div align="center">
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- That I have been enjoying some incredibly beautiful weather. I am so glad winter is over!</div>
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-That it is spring and that means the birds are back attacking my sliding doors. Its OK because I know they are just protecting their nests in the trees surrounding my deck. <br />
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<em>see him on the railing just waiting to make his move?</em><br />
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<em>notice the nice claw marks I have to clean off of my window? </em> </div>
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-That my daughter and I went to trivia night at our local tavern and only made it through one round. We wanted to go and dance instead.<br />
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-That my daughter and I encountered this while out shopping. This is in fact a man. I have no words for this.<br />
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-That when I went to get my car inspection sticker yesterday, an older gentleman insisted I go before him. The older gentleman that was going to inspect my car said "I would rather look at a smiling girl than an old man any day" I said, "So would I". I am glad I could make him laugh. I knew he had a good sense of humor.</div>
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-That at our local grocery store the more you buy, the more points you get to save money at their gas station. It is always a race in my house to see who gets to use the gas points. I usually win (probably because I threaten sudden death to anyone who uses them) and of course I send everyone a picture to let them know I have won. <br />
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-That I had to turn down and overnight trip to Montreal. If it were a longer trip I would have been disappointed that I couldnt go. I love Montreal.</div>
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-That my daughter not only ordered, but bought some clothes for me (and herself of course) from a catalog we were looking at. What a good kid.<br />
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-That my favorite baby got her first haircut and looks adorable. She was not too happy during the process however.<br />
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-That I hope the growth they removed from my fathers nose turns out to be nothing.<br />
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-That I am in awe of my 94 year old Nana. She is staying with my parents for a week while my aunt and uncle are off celebrating their anniversary. She lives down the street from my aunt and they wanted her to have some company, so they brought her to my parents. It is not that she cant care for herself. She still lives alone, drives and still exercises. She is more like a 60 year old (and looks like a 60 year old). I love going to visit my parents when she is there. I just hope I have her genes.</div>
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-That while visiting my parents, I was looking around my mothers house for ideas for Mothers Day. For birthdays and Mothers Day etc, sometimes I would make up baskets of beauty supplies for my mom. I asked her if she needed shampoo or anything and she started carrying out boxes with all of my previous gift baskets. She had so much we could open our own beauty supply. She had a few of the bottles written on with marker that said wash, leave in 2-5 minutes, rinse. I asked her who wrote that and she said she didn't know. It turns out, she didn't know what to do with a lot of the things or had trouble reading the bottles. I told her to get me some post its, tape and a marker. I labelled everything and wrote specific instructions on what to do with it. It took me an hour. A note to my children, if there ever comes a day that I don't know what to do with a beauty product....You need to do something about me. </div>
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-That I love spring and summer because it gives me a reason to have sherbet. It is also artichoke season Yeah!</div>
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-That I have been changing up my black wearing ways. I try to wear color every day.</div>
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-That my excuse for not walking or going to the gym with my daughter is that I need new sneakers. Maybe I will go get some today....</div>
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-That my favorite time of day, well one of my favorite times of day besides happy hour, is doing face time with my favorite baby. Sometimes she is chatty, sometimes she hits the phone and likes to hang up on me but at least I get to see her. She is truly adorable. She has quite the little personality.<br />
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-That I actually had the energy to write today. Every Thursday my daughter comes home and calls me "lame" when I forget to post my "Its OK Thursday". She enjoys them apparently.</div>
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-That I am repetitive sometimes. It is not easy getting older. </div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-26058516644074651862013-03-28T05:59:00.001-07:002013-03-28T08:31:50.196-07:00Its OK Thursday 3/28<div align="center">
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- That I finally took down my biggest wreath on my big window in the front of my house just YESTERDAY. It is the end of March. I am embarrassed. I climbed a ladder and did not even care if I bought the farm. It needed to come down. I wanted to hang my spring wreath for Easter. In our defense, the snow has been so deep that it was hard to get to. I can finally see grass on my front lawn.<br />
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- That I have been detoxing from my winter food fest for weeks now. I worked on Monday and I had to take my spanx off half way through my shift. I was seconds away from having my circulation cut off. How does that even happen when not one piece of chocolate or junk food has passed these lips in three weeks? I felt like I gained weight. While commiserating with my oldest daughter she told me "Mom, that's what happens, first you bloat then you lose the weight". I think she has watched the movie Mean Girls one to many times but that's OK. I don't think that's exactly how it works.<br />
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- That while at work on Monday I had just made oatmeal and had to put it aside because I needed to check out a client. The client saw my oatmeal and asked me if she ate lentils too would she be thin like me. Does oatmeal even look like lentils? <br />
It was kind of ironic that she said that seeing that I felt like a tick ready to explode at any second.<br />
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- That I will be making two turkey breasts for Easter. My grocery store did not have one turkey that was not<strong> their</strong> brand. I am picky when it comes to my turkey. I guess we are weird for even having turkey on Easter. We are just not ham people.<br />
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- That my daughter is having a really difficult time with my favorite baby. She is up crying every night. She did have an ear infection but it has cleared up. She is still waking up. Maybe the poor thing is having night terrors. Who knows what goes on in a 2 year old mind. I feel so bad for her (the baby, not my daughter). I just hope she learns to behave. She doesn't realize she is blowing my chances for a second favorite baby.<br />
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- That I think we finally got rid of our pet. I had to stop feeding the birds and I feel bad about that.<br />
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- That my husband and I just celebrated the day we met 29 years ago. A lifetime ago it seems. <br />
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- That I will be steering clear of any fashion magazines for the next 3 months. I don't need to learn for the millionth time how to apply self tanner. I am sure they are all getting their articles ready (like its rocket science). I will not however give up my US weekly.<br />
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- That winter is here. I cannot wait until Game of Thrones starts on Sunday. It will conflict with another of my favorite shows, My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding, but that's what a DVR is for.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-91230969079272604352013-03-07T06:29:00.000-08:002013-03-07T06:29:13.103-08:00Its OK Thursday 3/7<br />
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- That we are in the midst of yet another snowstorm. What a winter. I got everything done in the beginning of the week so it is really OK.<br />
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- That we still never shoveled our walkway from the last storm. It keeps the peddlers out right?<br />
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- That I am addicted to face book poker. <br />
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- That my daughter and I have been putting off three way calling my mother. We will do it today.<br />
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- That I made it to the gym this week and hated every second of it.<br />
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- That I hope I get my blogging mojo back.<br />
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-That I made my daughter brownies to bring to work yesterday. When I came downstairs this morning, she had a few of them separated and packaged up with candy. When I asked her what they were for, she said they were for the homeless people she sees on her way to work. I am glad that she has been working in the city for awhile now and is not cynical.<br />
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- That my husband has the option to either buy me a puppy or adopt a baby. I think he will go with the puppy.<br />
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- That I took every single nicknack from every corner of my house, including my dining room hutch and washed it one day out of boredom. It took all day long. That is why I need a baby or a puppy. <br />
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- That I tried a new nail salon yesterday even though my friend told me she thinks they give "happy endings" in the back. I did not witness any shenanigans. They did a good job. The place I had been going to for over 10 years changed ownership. They are not as good.<br />
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- That it will be another weekend of cooking and entertaining all weekend. I enjoy it.<br />
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-That while driving home from work, my eye felt blurry. I thought it was my contact. I was wearing my sunglasses and thought nothing of it. When I got home, I realized that one of my sunglasses lenses were missing. I drove all the way home looking like a pirate and I didn't even know it. I felt like such a loser. How did I not know? I can only imagine what passing cars must have thought.<br />
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- That I love that my friends opened up their own salon. They do a fantastic job. I don't usually go for blowouts but I may just to go visit with them. They keep me young or at least young at heart. They want to keep me young too. No soccer mom hair for me. I will be the old lady with the long grey braid.<br />
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- That this is my daily spot. It is winter after all.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-56739513701108870322013-02-19T05:40:00.000-08:002013-02-19T05:40:57.760-08:00What do you do when you are snowed in?<br />
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I may be cross eyed by the end of the day working on them but it is worth it.</div>
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<em> I made this glass for a give away for my daughters blog. It has been months since Sandy won but I just did not have the time. Sandy, if you are reading this, I am mailing this out to you today.</em></div>
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<em>I also finally made a glass for myself. I think Cosmo's actually taste better in this glass. It could be that I have been using cran-cherry instead of plain cranberry. If you like Cosmo's and you like cherry, try it. It is so good!</em></div>
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The blizzard of 2013 started yesterday. We are all on lock down here in Massachusetts. The Governor has stated that if you are caught out in the blizzard it is a $500.00 fine or possibly up to a year in jail. I get that they don't want the gawkers out in this storm.<br />
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They are saying we have 24 inches and possibly will be getting up to 30 inches with 10 foot snowbanks. It is supposed to wind down at around 2pm today. <br />
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I had no plans so I really don't mind. I will however mind when I do have to go out. The town does a horrible job plowing and I can only imagine what secondary roads will be like. <br />
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I went to the grocery store on Thursday and it was a nightmare. That is my normal shopping day anyway. I really should have gone on Wednesday. Why does everyone need bread and milk when there is a storm? I just don't get it. You don't have that in your house already and need to stock up? If you didn't have it then you don't really need it unless of course you just happened to run out.<br />
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My husband went to get gas and the line was all the way out to the street. <br />
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Junk food fest will begin later. It is the end of the world right?<br />
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I think it would be a good day for a nice big breakfast. As you can see, all I can think about is food. What else is there to do in a storm? The news is boring because there is nobody out in the storm. I don't need to watch them showing me the snow on TV. I can look right out my window and see it.</div>
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I may have to look in the basement and see if I saved my kids sleds. <br />
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Happy hour will probably commence earlier than usual. Do you blame me?<br />
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<em>That is in fact my buried mailbox</em> </div>
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<em>These are my husbands best friends, his grills, buried.</em></div>
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<em>This is my sliding door in the family room. See how high the snow is on the deck?</em></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">I hope everyone enjoys their weekend. Please get out in your car and go somewhere for me.</span></strong></div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-42581296404531190522013-02-01T06:36:00.000-08:002013-02-01T06:44:38.710-08:00The Nail Files 2/1<div align="center">
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Today I am linking up with <a href="http://www.fabulousbutevil.com/"><span style="color: #2288bb;">Tara</span></a> and <a href="http://www.myvickiliciouslife.com/"><span style="color: #2288bb;">Vicki</span></a> for the Nail Files.<br />
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I haven't linked up with the nail files lately because I just haven't had a different manicure. I got a french gel manicure before I went on vacation 3 weeks and 3 days ago. Twenty four days to be exact.<br />
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As soon as I got home, I put a coat of Sally Hansen Hard as Nails over it. </div>
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I packed twice, did about 50 loads of laundry, bathed a baby regularly and cleaned all of my bathrooms and this is how my nails look today.</div>
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Not bad right? The growth at the bottom doesn't really bother me because it is not as noticeable as it would be with a color.</div>
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I am going for a mani/pedi this weekend. My cuticles are a mess and my nails need to be shaped. I did want to show how great Sally Hansen Hard as Nails really is. I swear by the stuff. I can guarantee my nails would not have stayed this nice had I not used it. If you don't own a bottle, go get some.</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-74333641397405525642013-01-24T06:04:00.000-08:002013-01-24T06:16:36.647-08:00Its Ok Thursday 1/24<span id="goog_745974456"></span><br />
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-That as much as I loved being on vacation and visiting my daughter and favorite baby, I LOVE being home.<br />
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-That my husband and I did not want to end our vacation so we took a vacation day after we got home and went for Chinese food and finally drank our New Years Eve champagne that I couldn't stay awake for.<br />
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-That I have so much to catch up on. I will get there eventually. Sometimes you just need to unplug.<br />
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-That I came home to a clean house. My husband cleaned and made sure I had a fresh bed and all of my favorite blankets were washed. He also cleaned and bleached all of the grout in my kitchen area. You have no idea what a daunting task this is. Its a big area to cover.<br />
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-That I need to go check up on my parents (babies) today. It has been too long. <br />
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-That it is back to healthy food. I haven't cooked in probably 3 weeks. It is going to be hard getting back on track.<br />
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-That my favorite baby got a princess castle tent for her birthday. I would hide in it before she came downstairs in the morning. I would also hide in it when she woke up from her nap and my daughter would say "Where is Mimi?" The dog sometimes gave me away by coming in the tent for some affection. I wonder if she will look in there for me today when she wakes up? I miss her already.<br />
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-That I don't think I have driven in 3 weeks. I hope I remember how.<br />
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-That I passed along my nail polish obsession to my daughter. It could be worse right?<br />
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-That my favorite curling iron that I keep in the outer pocket of my suitcase got smashed to smithereens at the airport. I always put it there and I never have a problem. Good thing my daughter had the exact same curling iron and gave me hers because she never uses it. I will have to deal with the hockey tape on the lever if I have to.<br />
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-That I am wondering how my other daughter survived her laundress being on vacation. I haven't been in her room yet and I can only imagine the hamper situation in there. Maybe I will wait until tomorrow. I don't want to cry today.<br />
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-That I tried to pack my favorite baby in my suitcase but it didn't work.<br />
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-That I have to wait for my daughter to get home for her to download all of my pictures from my SD card onto my little computer. I know I am pathetic that I don't know how.<br />
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-That this is what my thermometer is saying. Do I really have to go out today?<br />
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-That I miss my friend ShaSha and our happy hours. I hope she can come over later.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-73056062179214351552013-01-17T05:32:00.000-08:002013-01-17T05:36:03.291-08:00Its "OK" Thursday 1/17<div align="center">
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- That I think this was the best vacation to date. I loved Punta Cana. It was very relaxing and very fun. We met some great people too. Shout out to my new Minnesota friends. They were the best! I love that Minnesota accent. They introduced me to flaming shots. <br />
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-That it took me 3 nights to make it up until 11:00 pm when the disco opened but I did it. It was a blast. Its hard to make it up late when you start drinking at the pool at 11:00 am.<br />
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-That this is what happens when you start drinking tequila at 11:20 am. Yes that is me singing. At least people danced to my singing. <br />
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-That we had a layover in NY. On the short flight from NY to Boston, they offered only two snacks on the flight, chips or cookies. Where it was such a short flight, they wanted us to have our selections ready. We had a Stewardman (this may or may not be what they call a male Stewardess but that is what I am going to call him) not a Stewardess and he was quite the diva. I was in a light sleep and I could hear Stewardman ask my husband what he wanted. My husband said "nuts". Stewardman said "<strong>Sir</strong> your not listening, what do you want?" My husband again said "nuts'. Stewardman huffily walked away and my husband never got anything. We are still laughing about it. My husband said he fell asleep and never heard what they were offering. Stewardman still should not have been that rude. Why couldn't he just say what they had? Rudest Stewardman ever. We will however laugh about it for years to come.<br />
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-That we got to watch our playoff game at the sports bar. Pedro was a great bartender. He opened early so that we could watch the game. Yes we won. Go Patriots! We even sat with some Houston fans we met the night before. They left halfway through the game.<br />
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-That the food was not the greatest. Breakfast was the best meal. I still managed to gain a few pounds. <br />
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-That I miss saying "Ola" and "Gracias".<br />
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-That my dishwasher is totally broken now. It has been three weeks. The repair man will be out on Friday. Actually its not OK. If you are reading this Bosch, just replace it already. The repair man has been out 5 times. Bad customer service. I do not enjoy doing dishes. Thank you.<br />
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-That I cant add pictures for some reason. I hope they fix it soon.<br />
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-That in about 8 hours I will be face to face with my favorite baby and not on face time. I cant wait!<br />
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-That I haven't read blogs in about three weeks. Hopefully I will catch up soon. <br />
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-That I will be in enemy territory again while watching the Patriots play on Sunday. It was the same scenario last year. We played the same team. I hid my Patriots gear in my luggage just in case.<br />
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-That I need to finish packing and hang out with my husband before I leave. He will be lonely.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-38971779716505250812012-12-28T05:54:00.000-08:002012-12-28T05:54:04.620-08:00The Nail Files 12/28<div align="center">
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It feels like it has been forever since I have participated in The Nail Files link up.<br />
I have had many manicures but with the holiday season, I had forgotten to take pictures. I tend to be sticking to Black Cherry Chutney by OPI. It has been one of my favorites for years. <br />
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I did try one of the new colors from the James Bond collection and I love it. I was afraid of all of the glitter in it. Once you put this color on, the glitter is not as noticeable as you think it is going to be. It is a very deep green.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">"Its OK"</span></strong><br />
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-That I got my husband a branding iron for his barbecue. He is the grill master. He couldn't wait to try it out so he branded our turkey. He loved it.<br />
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-That I told my mother that I went to the turkey farm, saw all of the turkeys running around and branded the one I wanted. She believed me.<br />
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<em>This is what I dealt with while taking my mom shopping. She is a goof.</em><br />
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-That I got to watch my favorite baby open presents on face time. Last year she would not even touch the presents. This year she couldn't get enough. She would rip open anything that was there. Every time she opened a present she would say "wowwww". She then proceeded to talk to me while the phone was on her mothers lap. Her face was upside down and she kept saying "hi" "hi". She really is the cutest.<br />
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-That my very dear blogging friend surprised me with some beautiful new ornaments. She is too sweet. Thank you again Kathe!<br />
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-That I got everything I wanted and more. Thank you family and the son I never had.<br />
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-That I made 12 cheesecakes in a week. I made one for myself and still have not even cut into it yet.<br />
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-That the son I never had will be coming back today to join us for trivia tonight. Weather permitting of course. <br />
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-That I will be taking down all of my decorations today except for my tree. I want to enjoy it for another week.<br />
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-That I really don't like putting away all of my Christmas Lenox. It is so pretty and out for such a short time. I have been around for a long time and have been collecting it since the beginning of my marriage. I have quite the collection.<br />
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<em>One of my favorite things to put out. My husband doesn't let me put baby Jesus in the creche without the hay. I like it without because it makes less of a mess. He always wins.</em><br />
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-That the only thing I can think of that i didn't get, I will be ordering today.<br />
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-That I finally got the go ahead to book my tickets to visit my favorite baby for her second birthday in a few weeks. Between my vacation and the visit, I will probably only be home about one week next month.<br />
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-That my daughter is taking me for a spray tan before my vacation. I hope I don't end up looking like an oompa loompa. <br />
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-That I am going to need that vacation. I am working three whole days next week. <br />
I worked the day after Christmas. That was probably the only time I did not like my job. It was so hard to go in. I will be taking so much time off, how could I say no when asked to work? We cover each other which is really nice. I am working New Years Eve and there aren't very many appointments on the book. The good thing is, I can close up when I want.<br />
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-That we got my son <strong>another</strong> xbox for Christmas. I haven't seen him since.<br />
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-That my daughter is on forced vacation this week. She can only work so many hours. I have the next few days with her before she goes to her boyfriends for the weekend. I am hoping to fit in seeing Breaking Dawn part 2 and possibly some ice skating. <br />
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-That I am sad that Christmas is over and that the regular football season is almost over. We are in the playoffs however, so that is good.<br />
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-That I would love to shop some of these great sales that are going on but I am just too shopped out. I am sure my husband will be glad about that. I think I wore the strip off of his credit card.<br />
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-That this helped me get through the holiday season. I will be sad putting away my Christmas glasses too.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-53301823513937529062012-12-23T04:46:00.001-08:002012-12-23T04:46:34.931-08:00A little bit of holiday fun<br />
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-That I will be taking my mother to start, yes that's right I said <strong>start</strong> her Christmas shopping today. I don't know why she waits until the last minute but thankfully she will have my help. I hope I have some nips up in my cabinet. I think I am going to need them. <br />
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-That all I have left to do is wrap about 5 presents so I guess I wont mind being stuck at the mall all day. It will definitely be an all day affair. My mother is a lollygagger. Is that even a word?<br />
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-That these last three weeks have been absolutely chaotic. I am starting all of my Christmas prep in July next year and I mean it.<br />
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-That my son informed me that he is moving back in with his friends after Christmas. I don't know if I believe him or not but <strong>Hallelujah</strong>. It has been rough. It is just not working out. He is too used to being on his own and doing his own thing. I will just help him from a distance.<br />
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-That when I face time with my favorite baby, I show her my Christmas tree every time. She is fascinated by it. It holds her attention. I wish she were here to see it in person. I will miss them this year.<br />
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-That I actually remembered to gift the mailman and the man that drops off our dry cleaning. I usually forget. I did forget the trash men this year though. I will get them next week.<br />
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-That you would never know that the economy is bad with the amount of gift certificates that I have been selling during my one day shift.<br />
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-That I am beyond excited that the son I never had will be spending Christmas Eve with our family and the kooky extended family. He is in for a treat.<br />
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-That we changed where we will be going on vacation because we couldn't get the hotel we wanted. Most of the other decent hotels were unavailable. We will be going to Punta Cana instead. Has anyone ever been? <br />
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-That the bars open at 9am at our resort. I like to consider myself a hardcore happy hour person. I don't think I could even start at 9am.<br />
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-That I will be initiating the cereal diet around here if only I could stop eating! I have to be in a bathing suit in less than a month.<br />
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-That I finally perfected my peppermint bark recipe. The key was to not add the peppermint oil. My oldest daughter asked me to make it for her so I need to mail it out to her.<br />
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-That my dishwasher is STILL not fixed after having the repair man out four times in the past month. I just hope it lasts through the holidays. Did I mention it is not even a year old yet? I am just glad it is still under warranty. I am hoping they just replace the whole dishwasher.<br />
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-That I know its a happy time of year so why am I so grumpy and in such a rush with everything? Its OK because I am working on it.<br />
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-That the 80 year old woman who came into the spa the other day was a kook. She wanted to know why she had hair growing all over her chin and why she had nothing down "there". How do you even answer that? How would I know? She also wanted to let us know that she knew what "friends with benefits were". I did contain myself and did not burst out into laughter while she was asking a million questions (even though my favorite esthetician was grinding her finger into my back to either make me laugh or because she couldn't believe what was coming out of this ladies mouth). I think the spaceship picked her up when she left. I love my old people (heck I am almost one of them) but this lady was whack. <br />
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-That I visited my daughters work last week and she works right out on the trading floor. She never told me that. I got to sit with her for awhile. She works with a nice group of people. This week their treat will be cheesecake, if I can fit in making them later.<br />
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-That my roots are about an inch long and I have no polish left on my baby toe. That's how busy I have been. No time for maintenance. I am just about done with all of my Christmas shopping so hopefully I can fix that. Maybe that's why I am so grumpy? I miss my pampering.</div>
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-That my husband told me that I had until noon yesterday to book our vacation for January. Jet blue's website was too slow and I did not have the time to just sit and wait. I wanted to know why he couldn't do it because I had so much to do. I sat back and realized, he works so hard so that we <strong>can</strong> go on vacation and it is really not that big of a deal. Even though he works from home most of the time, he is not just sitting here. He starts at about 6 a.m. and I have to drag him out of the study by 7 p.m. to have dinner. He works more when I go to bed. His schedule is ridiculous and I do feel bad for him. Don't tell him I said that. I will happily book that vacation today because it never got done yesterday.</div>
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-That while looking through my pictures, I just realized I forgot to get a specific gift for my husband. Just when I thought I was in the clear. I guess it is going to be another busy day. I will <strong>NOT</strong> be grumpy about it today. Well maybe just a little when I am at the grocery store yet again. Has it even been a week since I have last been? Oh well.....</div>
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I want to take a moment while I am talking about craft projects to give an overdue shout out to these two lovely ladies, Carrie and Danni. I won a paint challenge with the wineglass that I made for my friend. I was in New York, already having the best week ever when I found out that I had won.<br />
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Carrie at <a href="http://myfavefinds.com/">http://myfavefinds.com/</a> hosted the contest and I will be drinking Starbucks for quite some time thanks to Danni at <a href="http://silohillfarm.blogspot.com/">http://silohillfarm.blogspot.com/</a>. I want to thank these ladies again. I was quite surprised and honored to have won. They both have great blogs that you should check out!<br />
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-That while in New York, I did not get scammed once this time. It all happened by accident actually. I cant believe I didn't think of it before. A man was trying to scam me into something. I just looked at him and didn't answer. He assumed I didn't speak English. He said "Parlez Vous Francais?", to which I did not answer either. I smiled and walked away.Maybe the beret I was wearing made him think I was French. From there on out, I just pretended I didn't understand what they were saying when I didn't want to communicate with someone. Genius idea. Too bad I couldn't use that ploy in my every day life.<br />
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-That while in New York I found the perfect heavy green sweater. It was my favorite color green. It was just my style. I was having one of <strong>the</strong> worst hot flashes while walking to the register with the green sweater that I was excited to buy. All I could think about is what I would feel like in that sweater during a hot flash. Needless to say, the sweater did not make the trip home with me. I wound up buying a light weight sweater with holes. My husband felt bad when I relayed the story and told me that he would buy me as many green sweaters as I want when all of this passes. He did think the story was funny however. Me, not so much.<br />
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-That when my favorite baby hears my voice lately and sees me on face time, she squeals with delight. I love it. Maybe she is just trying to work me for extra Christmas presents?<br />
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-That my daughter was so stressed out that she had to make a big purchase. She needed brake pads. She asked us to get them for her for Christmas. I said no. After the purchase, she said she needed to do a shot and what should she do the shot to? I told her to do a shot to being an adult. She didn't like it much but she will survive. It is hard being tough on your kids.<br />
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-That while trying to call my son and get an answer from him, I finally sent him a text. This was his response. If you see a news story about someone snapping....its probably me.<br />
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-That I started a tradition with my favorite baby. I buy her an ornament for Christmas. This is her ornament this year. She should have a whole tree full by the time she is an adult. I may buy more than one a year.<br />
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-That I am only listening to Christmas music in my car while out doing my holiday errands to help me with my stress level. I like every song. There is one song, well its not actually the song but the person who sings it. I think its either Michael Bouble or Harry Connick Junior. You know the song "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth"? Well one of them sings it. I am sorry but a grown man talking about wanting his two front teeth kind of creeps me out. I seriously need earplugs when I hear this song. I don't know why it bothers me so much.<br />
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-That We are going into Boston to have dinner with my brother in law and his wife (who live in Florida), and a group of friends later. My daughter works in Boston so I will be going in early to hand deliver these cupcakes to her work today. She said that all of her office mates want to meet me. When I missed a week of treats for them while I was in New York, they asked about it. She has been asking me for a while lately to come in, so today is the day.<br />
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-That's all that I have for you because I am working today. It is the one day gift certificate sale, 25% off. The clients usually wait until this day to buy them for future services. It will be crazy. It will be fun for me because I get to work with my friend. There are typically not two people at the desk. Her husband already warned us to behave. Yeah right.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-23171227146562894222012-12-01T08:47:00.000-08:002012-12-01T08:47:31.476-08:00It's good to be home but I want to go backI am back from my adventures in New York. I went all week without a computer. I didn't even bother bringing my netbook this time. I knew I would keep myself entertained. A week in New York is never enough for me. I am looking forward to my next trip there already. <br />
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The next day I woke up to freezing rain. I went to check out the skating rink at Bryant Park for the next day. There was no way I could skate in the rain. They had the cutest little shops all set up at the park and of course, I couldn't resist shopping. I had a quick lunch at Grand Central Terminal. I also found a craft fair inside of the terminal. I walked and shopped all day waiting for my husband to be done at the office</div>
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I skated at Bryant Park for 3 hours. I had an absolute blast. I did not fall once. I was proud of myself. I only stopped because the skates were so heavy. They weren't dainty little figures skates that you could rent, they were clunkers. </div>
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After skating I headed over to Rockefeller Center where the tree lighting was going to take place that evening. I wasn't sure if we were going to go or not. I wanted to check it out and get a feel for it. I have heard it is a zoo and they were right. I decided we would go later and see the tree lit up after the festivities. You couldn't really get near anything anyway. They were pushing us back at 4pm in the afternoon. You would not be able to see any of the performers from where you would have to stand. The above picture is the ice at Rockefeller Center being set up for the evening festivities. So far Tuesday and Wednesday....skating was out at Rockefeller Center for me. </div>
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The next day, one of those sweet ladies sent these cupcakes back to the hotel with my husband. They were delicious. She had asked me the night before if I had tried them yet and I had not.</div>
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My husband got out of work early on Thursday and we walked over to Rockefeller Center to skate. Sadly, the ice was still a mess and they were cleaning it from the night before. My skating dreams were dashed. My husband, being the good sport he is, suggested we go to Bryant Park so I could skate some more. He stood and watched me for hours. He took pictures and video taped me as well. I am sure he was totally bored but he didn't seem to mind. I would have skated all day if I could have It was pretty cold out for my husband to just be standing around. Sadly, I called it quits a few hours in.</div>
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We had a wonderful dinner at Smith and Wollensky on our last night. Personally, I think my husband cooks a better steak. I must be spoiled.</div>
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I came home to a clean house and this prize from my daughter. My new Alex and Ani bracelet. We were going to get matching snowflake bracelets for the holiday season but sadly, you cant get them anymore. This is such a cute bracelet. My daughter is very thoughtful.</div>
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This is me skating. I had to save the best for last. I truly think I had the best time this time in all of my visits to New York. I was more comfortable with the skates the second time around or maybe I just got a better pair. I did not fall at all this time either. That is quite an accomplishment after not having skated for so many years. I was very disappointed that I did not get to skate at Rockefeller Center at all. It just didn't work out. That just means I have to go back soon so that I can. </div>
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I will be putting up my Christmas tree today. It is lightly snowing and it is the perfect day for it.</div>
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-That the highlight of my day is face timing with my favorite baby. She kissed me on the phone about a million times yesterday. She actually ended up putting me on mute because she was so aggressive about it. She just would not stop (no I do not have a problem with that). She also blows me a kiss then puts her hand on my face. It melts my heart. She is so much fun to watch. It is the next best thing to actually being there. I really wish they were here for Thanksgiving though.<br />
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-That it took some convincing but I got my brother in law, the son I never had and my daughter to come to the nail salon with me for pedicures/manicures. The son I never had looked at the girl that was about to work on my daughters feet and told her she might need "one of those masks" because my daughters feet smelled. He also proceeded to tell the woman next to him that the color she got was great. That's just how he is. Schmoozer is a good word to describe him. He is too funny.<br />
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-That upon hearing that the son I never had vacuums all the time, I needed a rug vacuumed and asked him to do it. He happily agreed. My daughter would have complained and would do it 3 hours after I asked. He also moved a big plant for me in preparation to put up the Christmas tree. I guess we are all comfortable with each other now.<br />
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-That while at the pageant last week, we ended up changing our seats. The people in front of us wouldn't sit down and kept moving their seats. It got to be so annoying that we moved across the aisle. We thought we were in the clear until this sat in front of us.<br />
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I asked my brother in law about one of the contestants that were up on stage and he said "I don't know, I cant see a thing". I wonder why. I was also texting back in forth with my friend who was a contestant when she was backstage. She asked where we were sitting. I told her to look for the lady with the biggest hair in the audience. <br />
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-That my brother in law loved contestant number 59. We now have a running joke and use the number 59 in every text message. It is kind of ironic that the Patriots won by 59 points on Sunday. Of course I had to take a picture and send it to him.<br />
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-That my husband and I have been eating cereal all week to prepare for today. I have been having my brother in law come over a lot for dinner. He always brings a decadent dessert. My husband gained 6 pounds in a week. Thankfully, I did not even gain a pound. I had to put my husband on the cereal diet and suffer along with him. I don't think he could do it on his own. I did make chicken soup last night. There is only so much cereal I can take. He will have free reign today. We will be in NY all next week so I have no control over what we eat. Hopefully he will walk a lot with me after he is done working for the day. I know I will be walking all day and skating.<br />
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-That I will be in NY for the tree lighting. I have heard its a zoo. Our hotel is pretty close so we can walk there. I would love to be able to hold a spot for us from noon to the beginning of the ceremony. I know I would never make it. I blame my bladder. I would love to try, but I know for a fact I wouldn't make it. <br />
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-That I really have not been home at all this week. I worked two days instead of one. Did I mention I hate the 1:00-8:00pm shift? I am a morning person. The day I worked at 1:00, I started my hunt in the morning for a black belt with a gold buckle for my husband. That is what he wanted. I spent all day yesterday looking too, in between grocery shopping and general errands. Black belts with gold buckles do not exist. My husband is now the proud owner of a black belt with a pewter buckle. He is really picky. Sometimes I think he thinks of things he thinks I will not find to see if I can in fact find it. He knows how hyper focused I am on things. Maybe its his way of sending me on a scavenger hunt. I would not even be suprised if he googled "most difficult items to find". That's what it feels like anyway.<br />
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-That I knew I would be out all day yesterday and that traffic would be horrendous (and it was). I made my son come with me to keep me calm. He came along happily. He hasn't started his job yet.<br />
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-That I may possibly be more excited for my mom to bring me my mashed turnip with brown sugar than I am for turkey. She makes me a huge dish and I am the only one who will eat it. I will be eating it for the rest of the weekend or at least until the heartburn kicks in.<br />
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-That I woke up to the smell of turkey this morning. I actually slept in....if you consider 7:00am sleeping in. My husband put the turkey in at 5:00. He is the best.<br />
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I made this wine glass for my friend who competed in the Miss Massachusetts/USA pageant this past weekend. Sadly, she did not place. She will always be a beauty queen to me, win or lose. I wanted to do something special for her, so I made her this wine glass. I went heavy on the bling because she is a girly girl.</div>
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I was not happy with the way I could see the glue from the gems I put on the glass. I baked it to shrink it a little. It worked. I would have hated to throw this glass away with all of the work I had put into it. Thankfully the baking of the glue did not ruin it. </div>
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-That my favorite baby has not learned to hide properly when she is told it is nap time. Her Mimi needs to teach her to go all the way in the box.<br />
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-That I don't understand the whole "red cup" hype. I like my Dunkin Donuts cup just as well. To each his own. That is why they make chocolate and vanilla ice cream.<br />
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-That I took my son for a job interview yesterday. He got the job and I guess I got a job too, I now have to drive him there.<br />
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-That my daughter kept trying to wake me up yesterday because she was mad that she couldn't find a pair of tights that were put in the laundry. She proceeded to be nasty to me about how I took all of her clothes out of her overnight bag and washed them (seriously, I wish someone would take initiative and come in and just take my clothes and wash them, who would complain about that?) She had taken a sweater from the son I never had and it was in the bag of clothes that I had washed. I washed and dried it and didn't even know it was in there. I am a notorious clothes shrinker and she was afraid that I had shrunk it. We will see this weekend when he tries it on. I thought I was doing her a favor. She was so bitchy about it. She even tried to throw me under the bus by telling my husband that I was hoarding his socks in my clothes pile. I made her cookies anyway to bring to work today. I am a sap. (She wanted this story told, hopefully it is because she feels bad for being mean to her mom). A note to my daughter, get organized and get ready the night before, then you wont be scrambling in the morning.<br />
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-That my daughter was face timing with the son I never had last night and I stuck my head in there and I told him that I was now wearing his sweater as a belly shirt because it had shrunk. He knows how worked up my daughter was over it. At least I made him smile.<br />
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-That the friend I work for, asked me if I could come in to work last night and do a massage interview at 6:00. That means I had to get a massage and let her know how it was. I actually wasn't sure if I could because I had already been planning on cooking at that time. I cant believe I actually hesitated. I went and it was the best massage I have had in a long time. Like I said, I love my job.<br />
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-That I am proud of my beautiful niece for winning her cheering competition this past weekend. I didn't realize how much I have missed going to cheering competitions.<br />
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-That we have made it to Thursday night trivia all month. We look forward to it. Trivia is from 8:00-10:00. After its over, my daughter and I go ask the DJ to play "Back that ass up" and "Put your back into it". The DJ smiles when he sees us because he knows what we are going to ask him to play. We are usually the only ones on the dance floor. We have fun. We dance to the two songs then go home. After all, it is only Thursday.<br />
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-That the Hallmark and Lifetime Christmas movies have already sucked me in. I will watch any Christmas movie. I actually ended up DVR'ing the end of an infantile movie about Santa when I had to go out last night. I wanted to see what happened. What is wrong with me?<br />
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-That Saturday and Sunday I will be at the Miss Massachusetts/Miss Teen Massachusetts pageant. The woman that works for my husband is participating again this year. Last year we only went for one day. This year we will go both days. I think she has a great chance. I have already seen her gown. It is spectacular. Last year she had the best gown in the whole pageant. I really hope she wins. She is great. <br />
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-That there is nothing like a great scandal, especially when it involve a General.<br />
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-That my husband booked our NYC trip. I really was going back and forth with leaving everyone here alone for the week. I will be going back and forth with it until the day I leave. I will be glad I made the decision to go once I get there.</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-8041058770979207732012-11-11T06:19:00.001-08:002012-11-11T06:43:48.989-08:00Happy Veterans Day<strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Veterans day to all of those who serve or have served our country. Thank you.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">A special thank you to my favorite son in law who is currently deployed.</span></strong><br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-12333218924773916242012-11-08T05:30:00.000-08:002012-11-08T05:34:45.220-08:00Its "OK" Thursday 11/8<div align="center">
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-That my favorite baby may or may not have ESPN or something.<br />
Of course her Mimi thinks she is a genius.<br />
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<em>Actually, that's not OK. I am not ready for this. I am not used to that blast of cold air yet. I closed the door very fast, believe me. There was more of it and it melted because it rained after it snowed.</em></div>
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-That I am shocked that my favorite painting, Monet- Waterlilies, sold for only 43 million. It does not seem like enough to me.</div>
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-That my husband just asked me to go to NY again at the end of the month. I said I wasn't sure and he seemed really disappointed. He doesn't like going alone anymore. I will obviously go.</div>
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I already have the woman that used to work for him lined up for skating one day. I plan on skating at least 2, if not 3 days. We will be there a full week and there really isn't too much I haven't seen, so skating it is. I am sure it will be all decorated for Christmas too. I am so excited.</div>
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-That I am not sure if I am going to trivia night tonight because I am working tomorrow. My family is making fun of me. They may end up shaming me into going. I guess it will be a 2 Cosmo night.</div>
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-That my son is already eating me out of house and home. I will fix his wagon by forcing him to help me with the grocery shopping today. I wonder if he would get a manicure with me later too? I could use a pedicure too but I don't want to wear flip flops in the snow.</div>
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-That I cooked a turkey dinner on Sunday. I needed something to do during my teams bye week. We eat turkey a lot in the fall and winter. I hate cleaning up the mess.</div>
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-That I am exhausted this week for no particular reason. Even answering a simple email was a chore this week. I am still tired.</div>
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-That I forgot what an artist my son is. He did an outline for me on a wine glass I am making. My daughter was jealous that we were doing crafts together while she was at work.</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076872647506475270noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156062319377435712.post-5686511070493112852012-11-06T04:07:00.000-08:002012-11-06T04:28:06.790-08:00The little bird is backI am going to post an old post in honor of my son moving back home. <br />
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On Sunday, I got a call from my son asking if he could move back home. Of course he can. What am I going to do? His rent was too high.<br />
He needs help in the direction his life is going and this is the best place for him anyway. He does not have a steady job and I am hoping to guide him into being a little more mature and responsible (wish me luck on this).<br />
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I am hoping to sit down with him and have a long conversation. It has been so busy at my house that I have yet to have even more than a 5 minute conversation with him so far. He is not a talker like my girls are. The girls will tell me things I don't even want to know. I have to really dig with him. By dig I mean separate what is fact from what is fiction with what he is telling me. <br />
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I do not want to say he is my problem child because he does not get into trouble. He is a genuinely nice and compassionate young man, he just gives me the most trouble. He needs to settle down. I will do anything in my power to get him on the straight and narrow. He is not a teenager anymore. He is 20 years old. It is time. <br />
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I hope that I do not stroke out in the process. <br />
I hope that he does not find a new apartment before my job is done. <br />
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So without further adieu, here is one of the first posts that I ever wrote. I wrote it as a guest post on my daughters blog. Maybe it will give you some insight on what I have dealt with over the years. <br />
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When Louie was born the girls babied him. I am not going to lie so did I. As an infant Louie was a pretty good baby. It wasn't until he was probably about 7 or 8 months that the crying stage of his life began. The girls started calling him waaa waaa Louie. I will tell a few short stories so you get the idea of my theory.</div>
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We went on a family trip to Disney when the kids were 2, 4 and 6. I used to take the girls every year by myself from the time they were infants. This would be the first time with my husband and brother in law as well. We stayed at the Grand Floridian and had an exclusive package. Food anytime we wanted. Wine and cookies and milk in the afternoon. Presents for the kids at turn down service every night. For the enjoyment of the men there were model shoots in the afternoon and Miss USA pageant contestants were there as well. Should have been a dream vacation right? WRONG. Louie cried on the plane, Louie cried off the plane. Louie cried at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Louie cried while visiting the characters. Louie cried in his carriage. Louie cried out of his carriage. Louie cried while eating cotton candy. Louie cried on rides. Louie cried when walking. I think Louie even cried in his sleep. My brother in law ended up leaving in the middle of vacation because he couldn't take it anymore. I really wanted to go with him. I have never been back to Disney since. I am so traumatized. I hope I can get over it so that I can take my favorite Grand baby soon. </div>
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Christmas Eve we go to my Aunts house. It is tradition. Picture about 100 people stuffed into one house. It is always a lot of fun. There is also a Santa parade that goes through all of the neighborhoods with fire trucks, police and all kinds of floats. Always the highlight of the night. Louie as usual was not cooperative. Yes the whole crying thing. It was a rough night. </div>
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Christmas morning comes around and its 7:00. The girls are up Louie is not. They play with their stockings. 8:00 comes around and Louie is still sleeping and I ask the girls if they want me to wake up Louie and they say no. I am kind of shocked after all it is Christmas morning and here are these little girls waiting patiently to open presents. 9:00 comes around, still no Louie. I ask again. they say NO don't wake him up. 10:00 and 11:00 still no Louie and NO they do not want me to wake him up. Louie finally got up at 11:30 and I think the crying didn't start until during the present opening. Do you get the picture now? 5 and 7 and dying for their new dolls but it didn't matter they just wanted peace.</div>
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Cut to Louie now being 4. Still not potty trained. I try to sign him up for preschool and they tell me unless he is potty trained they wont take him. I am frantic because I am the one that has spent the most time with waaa waaa Louie and I need a break. Just thinking of those two and a half hours a day without the waaa waaa is looking like heaven to me. I am on him like crazy to learn. I cant take it anymore. He is 4 and I am just baffled as to why this kid doesn't get it. I pretty much chase him down and he hides from me. One day while searching for him I find him in the corner of my dining room next to the server changing his own diaper. That is when I snapped. I cant even tell you what happened that day because I think I blocked it out. </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">So as you can see, being a parent is not always easy. A parent's job is never done. Just when you think life is getting easier, they pull you back in. The key is to never give up. Maternal instincts are amazing. You always want what is best for them. I want all of my children to be productive members of society. I will do whatever it takes. That's what being a parent is all about. I am not from the school of "When you are 18 you are on your own". I am a meddler and I will be a meddler until I take my last breath. Not in an annoying way, but in a caring way. If I had it my way, my kids would live with me for the rest of their lives.</span><br />
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-That my daughter likes to borrow my clothes. If she didn't, that would probably tell me something.<br />
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-That I really need to find some new craft projects to keep me busy. All of this baking and cooking comfort foods is not good for the waistline. My whole family needs a diet.<br />
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-That today I will be online booking a tropical vacation for after Christmas to make up for the fact that I missed my trip this week. I am thinking Aruba.<br />
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-That if your number comes up on my caller ID as unavailable...I will be unavailable. I cant wait for this election to be over.<br />
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-That I only had nine kids show up at my house for Halloween. The streets were empty. That never would have happened when I was a kid. I have 3 bags of candy left. I wonder if birds like candy?<br />
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<em>I saw someone decorate her cookies like this and I wish I could remember where I saw it so I could give her credit. She used fudge striped cookies and they looked more like witches hats than mine ended up looking. The people at my daughters work still enjoyed them!</em></div>
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In other news, I will not be going to visit my favorite baby this week. They cancelled my flight for this morning (Tuesday) on Sunday afternoon. The flight they wanted to give me instead of today's flight , just didn't work out for me. I cancelled my whole trip. I will probably not see my little cutie until January. My daughters husband has been deployed for the past 7 months and will be returning soon. They will need their alone time. It will be hard not seeing them for the holidays. That is their decision to make though. I hope they change their mind and want to spend the holidays with their families. Isn't that what it is all about?<br />
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It is still raining but the wind has died down. We lost power for about a second during the storm. Other than that, we only had one casualty.<br />
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<em>This is the only branch we lost. It is much bigger than it looks. I did not want to go outside and get my slippers wet.</em></div>
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<em>See that deck chair way over there? It got blown away. We were bad, we forgot to secure it.</em></div>
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<em>My front lawn</em></div>
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<em>The neighbors front lawn. The only good thing that came out of Sandy, the wind went in the right direction and blew all of our leaves over there. Sandy had to redeem herself somehow for making me miserable.</em></div>
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I need something to cheer me up today, perhaps some shopping? I need to snap out of my funk.</div>
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<em>Today's sky. Why my flight had to get cancelled is beyond me.</em> </div>
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