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Hey, I got this award from a new blog that was recommended to me....its MomInTheTrench. Im looking foward to reading more of her blog.



Here are the rules:
Post the pic and award it to 12 other bloggers. Ok..here I go.

Shanti
Foxy
MiMi
Monkey Trouble
Jake and Christy

Livesay (Haiti) Weblog
Pictures of Great Brittain
Mama Drama-Times Two
Lets Have a Cocktail
feedingfamilyoffiveforfifty
The Provential Rualite
Freedom From Gluten Gourmet

Un.believe.able.

I usually ignore such things in emails, but this really is too frightening not share here. I have no idea where it came from so I cant give credit, but Im sure many of us have experienced things like this, although, these are particularly bad.

ONE
Recently, when I went to McDonald's I saw on the menu that you could have an
order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken Mc Nuggets.
I asked for a half dozen nuggets.
'We don't have half dozen nuggets,' said the teenager at the counter.
'You don't?' I replied.
'We only have six, nine, or twelve,' was the reply.
'So I can't order half dozen nuggets, but I can order six?'
'That's right.'
So I shook my head and ordered six McNuggets (Unbelievable but sadly
true...)

TWO
I was checking out at the local Walmart with just a few items and the lady
behind me put her things on the belt close to mine. I picked up one of those
'dividers' that they keep by the cash register and placed it between our
things so they wouldn't get mixed.
After the girl had scanned all of my items, she picked up the 'divider',
looking it all over for the bar code so she could scan it.
Not finding the bar code, she said to me, 'Do you know how much this is?'
I said to her 'I've changed my mind; I don't think I'll buy that today.'
She said 'O K ,' and I paid her for the things and left.
She had no clue to what had just happened.

THREE
A woman at work was seen putting a credit card into her floppy drive and
pulling it out very quickly.
When I inquired as to what she was doing, she said she was shopping on the
Internet and they kept asking for a credit card number, so she was using the
ATM 'thingy'
(keep shuddering!!)

FOUR
I recently saw a distraught young lady weeping beside her car.
'Do you need some help?' I asked.
She replied, 'I knew I should have replaced the battery to this remote door
unlocker. Now I can't get into my car. Do you think they (pointing to a
distant convenience store) would have a battery to fit this?'
'Hmmm, I don't know. Do you have an alarm, too?' I asked.
'No, just this remote thingy,' she answered, handing it and the car keys to
me. As I took the key and manually unlocked the door, I replied, 'Why don't
you drive over there and check about the batteries. It's a long walk....'
PLEASE just lay down before you hurt yourself!!!


FIVE
Several years ago, we had an Intern who was none too swift. One day she was
typing and turned to a secretary and said, 'I'm almost out of typing paper.
What do I do?' 'Just use paper from the photo copier', the secretary told
her. With that, the intern took her last remaining blank piece of paper, put
it on the photo copier and proceeded to make five 'blank' copies.
Brunette, by the way!!

SIX
A mother calls 911 very worried asking the dispatcher if she needs to
take her kid to the emergency room, the kid had eaten ants. The dispatcher
tells her to give the kid some Benadryl and he should be fine, the mother
says, 'I just gave him some ant killer......'
Dispatcher: 'Rush him in to emergency!'


Life is tough. It's even tougher if you're stupid!!!!

A silent moment

Im sitting here in the living room and the house is quiet. I usually have the tv on at least for background noise, but not tonight. The silence is really wonderful. This is what I hear:

Some wierd humming noise from outside
Cars in the distance
Dexter (our latest canine addition) snoring
and the tap tap tapity of my computer keys

Thats it.

Much better than last night. Some wayward teenagers were roaming the streets like alley cats last night, making all dogs for miles bark. Evidentally they thought it would be fun to take several trash cans from yards and pile them to together in the middle of the street. Of course I NEVER did anything like that when I was a punk.
I mean, filling an entire shopping cart up with the weirdest things we could find in a store (like "depends") and then walking away, is not even close to being as obnoxious as the garbage can kids, right? Or annoying the local McD's by WALKING through the drive through in pajamas? (Im going to stop here. Its all you really need to know right now about that. Really.)

I spent a fairly peaceful night with the kids. We took the dogs for a walk, ate dinner, and just sort of lounged around. The boys played a game and I found myself laying on S's bed, playing Barbies with her. I was being ridiculous in my play which made her belly laugh and now I have a new favorite sound. I just love her laugh, especially when Im the cause of it.

Ive been feeling really close to her as of late, which is a fantastic thing, and something pretty new, to be perfectly honest with you. When you adopt, it sometimes takes you a while to really "fall in love". I mean you love the child, of course, but it takes a while to really fall in love, if you know what I mean. Those of you who have adopted older children will know, Im sure. Anyway, Im enjoying it. I wish that it would have come sooner, but its here now. She is such a sweet gentle soul, too naive (yes, even for a nine year old) and too eager to please. The last two being a dangerous combination for the teenage years. I am just holding on to the hope that she will hold on to her sweet disposition, because I know how nasty teens can get. I would really rather keep her nine and a half forever.

Bad bad bad blogger.

That's me. Im awful. I have not been around to do my blog, or to read blogs, Im afraid. You see...my life has gone nuts. Work is worse than ever, and I dont even want to talk about this class Im in now. I just decided to go for my Masters too, but now.....Im not so sure.This.class.sucks.

Anyhow, I miss all of you and your blogs (for those who have them)and hope you are all doing well.

The kids are doing great. Just got report cards, everyone improved from last time. L went went from mostly As to all As. S's grades have come up (not that they were bad before, but there was room for improvement), and behavior is still a non issue. A's grades have gone up, and his behavior has improved slightly (I wont go here though, because I think his teacher is clueless).

Im reliving the nightmare of mean little girls though. S is having some problems with a couple of girls at school. Somedays they are friends, somedays they arent. I hate that. Little girls are sooooo mean. I want to tell her to ignore all of them for about three years, I want to tell her that boys are more fun, until say about 11 years old and then they are mean and she needs to stay away from them until she is 20. Sounds good to me.

I had a sad momemt this morning, while looking over S's homework packet. She has to take her spelling words and write them in sentences. One of her spelling words was "moving" and this was her sentence:

"I hate moving because then you have to get used to their rules"

Ugh. I wanted to cry. Its sometimes easy for me to forget all they have gone through, like moving to different families, trying to fit in each place they go. Obviously, she has not forgotten, and it sounds like maybe moving still isnt far from her mind, even though she is adopted now, and is home. In my mind she is home, but maybe in hers, she is not so sure. I wish I could erase any doubt in her mind that she will never have to get used to another family's rules again.

BONO and Coldplay and Brad...Oh My.

So, did you watch Hope for Haiti Now? I did. Twice. It was amazing, I thought and very well done, very tasteful and I didn't feel like it was a celebrity "look at me" show. I actually got the feeling that everyone there was really there because they cared. I dunno just a feeling I got. I loved the fact that it was done done in front of a live audience, it was easier for the focus to remain on Haiti, I thought.

I did make some observations though, during it.

What on earth is Brad Pitt doing to his face? What is that? Is he trying out for ZZ Top soon, or what? Hey Brad...don't make me write an "open letter to the thing on Brad's chin"..because, I'm tempted. Its probably for an upcoming role, but cant he use a FAKE hair face thing? I'm just sayin'.

Oh and the news guy, Anderson Cooper...he has got some bulging arms, doesn't he? Ooooh Weeee...I never realized. Who knew? Not me. Just always seemed like such a news GEEK, ya know? Now I know the real A-Coop.

Bono, Bono, Bono....my mom was watching the Bono/Jay-Z/Beyonce collaboration with my mom (which I thought was fantastic, by the way). I asked her if she remembered Bono and my girlhood fascination with him. Apparently she remembers more of it than I would like her too. She said,

"Oh, yes. He used to live in our furnace".

Yep. She remembers alright. I used to kid around with my friends that I kept Bono locked up in the furnace closet so I could marry him some day. Silly.little.girl.

Was Coldplay great, or what? I just love me some Coldplay. Chris, father of Apple and Moses, looked cute in his little hat.

JT was really fabulous. I think the more serious songs like that suit him much more than the "sexy back" stuff. I mean you can really take him seriously like that you know?

I loved seeing Neil Young and whats his face. Oh Dave Matthews. Sorry, huge Neil Young fan here,not so much Dave Matthews, but it was a lovely song.

Sting, "driven to tears" was the perfect song for the occasion...he is pretty buff for an old guy. I seem to remember him as kind of a little guy? Right?

Anyway, if you missed it, then you really did miss out. It was great and all for a great cause..now lets all pray that the money gets there and not only helps the situation but starts to bring about a change in Haitian Government as well.

I was going to post on Haiti, but I just read my friend Essie's blog post and well...she says it all and says it so well. So, in case you dont already read her blog...go here to read her post on the Haitian orphans, who have already waited too long.

Open Letter to Simon Cowell

Dear Simon,

Please say it is not so. Please do not leave American Idol. If you leave American Idol my family will be traumatized. I will no longer watch it, because your wit, sarcasm and attitude make my prime time world go 'round. When we heard the news that this was going to be your last season, my daughter's mouth dropped open and both my son's looked at me from the corner of their tear-threatening eyes. My husband will no longer chuckle at your words from the other room, where he is pretending he is not interested in such nonsense. If I will not watch it anymore, then they probably wont either because I will not want the reminder of you lingering in my living room one to three times a week. It would be too much for my heart to endure. If you miss Paula THAT much, why dont you ask her to marry you? Then you could STAY at AI, my house could be happy, and Paula...well she can just do whatever it is that she does.

Please dont go, Im begging you.

Sincerely,
someone who enjoys your sarcasm, rudeness and especially your accent.