More Fragmented Thoughts

I totally love this fabulous excuse to be completely random.

Should I be worried that Bear ends up sleeping in his closet every night? He takes his pillow and blankets...and leaves the doors open. It is a big closet...

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What I get for laughing the first time Bear said something inappropriate: a child who thinks it's funny to say "Take a look at my butt. See?" and pull down his pants, while grinning at you over his shoulder.

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I was actually clapping and cheering at the tv last night when Survivor was on. Like I think they can hear me.

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I don't know how many times I said, "Oooh, I love Russell!" last night. Hubs just shook his head at me and went down to the mancave to watch something else.

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Do you know what Supah's Island is? I'm playing! Watch for the Survivor Fantasy Game, round 1. Should be up soon. I'm Cirie in that game. Someone stole Russell from me. Okay, just by getting a higher number in the draw than me. Take a look at the sponsors over on the sidebar: I better win something.

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I've seen SO many "adult" toy reviews and giveaways lately. Maybe it's the universe telling me to stop being so repressed and go get a toy. I'll know that is what it's trying to tell me if I actually win one of those giveaways.

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I'm thrilled that Bear's teacher is not coming back to teach his class this year. She is the director of the preschool and Bear only had her for two days and then she went out sick. So, he got used to the new teacher and has had her for over 2 months now. The director said that she watched the teacher and Bear together and said that they have such a connection that she doesn't want to break them up. So, the days that Bear is at school, the "sub" will have the class for the rest of the year. I could have kissed her for that.

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Um, why did I talk about sex toys and then about preschool? What is wrong with me and why am I too lazy to reorder my fragments?

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Next year, there will be a few hours every week when all of my boys will be in school at the same time. Hubs thinks I will be able to get a ton done around the house. I think I'll go hang out at Panera with my laptop, reading blogs...like I did this morning. It was so peaceful. And chai tea lattes are awesome. I'll still have a messy house, but I'll be much calmer.

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If I hit 300 followers today, I might pee my pants with excitement.

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After having 3 kids, especially with ginormous heads, it doesn't take much to make me pee my pants.

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Tried again to make friends. Planned an event for the moms' group. And pretty much got slapped in the face AGAIN. Why do I try? MOTHERBITCHES.

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You know you love my word. Say it, it's fun. MOTHERBITCHES. You can even borrow my word, like my friend Stepping on Cheerios did...um, as long as you give me credit, like she did, when she described her horrible motherbitch experience. ;)

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I think I'm almost done playing around with my blog layout. Thanks so much to Elizabeth and Supah for helping me out! And for not telling me to shut up when I sent you a billion emails and questions.

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A friend of mine was going to make my header and button, but you know, I wasn't paying her because I am CHEAP and she has a life, so I had to go with what I could make. I'm thinking she might take pity on my poor skills and make me something better.

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Any of my fellow Supah's Island Survivors: please don't vote me off. I love you all. Really. Even if I don't like the character you are playing. I love you as a person. Keep me around. At least let me win something before voting me out.

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Everyone who commented on my pic from Wednesday, where I was telling you how happy I was that I grew out of my college awkward phase and showed you the reunion pic- the reunion pic was from this fall. So, the comments about how I wasn't that bad in college- ouch, blow to my ego.

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BFF, whom I have known for holy crap almost 30 years, just started her own blog. Today is her very first post. Please go show her some comment and follow love. In My Own Little Corner