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Or the post affectionately known as the reason I need to be medicated.(Ed. Note: This post, like many others, is being crafted in the early morning hours. The house is quite save the socks doing the tango with the bounce sheet in the dryer, the dogs snoring, and BS turning rolling over onto the remote filling the house with energetic voices who have all lost 6 million pounds by drinking a fucking

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The holidays are upon us and this year seems to have an odd feeling about it. I've had my tree up for months, yet didn't send a single Christmas card. We've been talking about what the kids want, yet I've yet to buy a gift. For whatever reason there are times when I feel like the holidays bring out the worst in people. Is it the stress? Money (or lack thereof?) Relatives? Travel?I don't

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When I started this blog it a secret. My secret. A small place in my head that materialized MB by MB. My first comments were from strangers. After having it for six months or so I mentioned it to Heids and P. Shortly thereafter an occasional friend. The reality is that less than two percent of the readership at TWS are people that I've ever met. This is the place that I come to let it all

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VIA THE WHOLE INTERNET.Knowing you, and loving you, and living with you, and being married to you, and raising babies and dogs with you, and respecting you, and celebrating with you and crying with you is all I'll ever need.Happy birthday, Love.I'll be home soon.

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Not much time to talk since I'm hoping to board in 10 minutes. The fact that the plane isn't here yet isn't a deterrent to my desire to get home. The always silly and amazingly thoughtful BS tossed a bit o'surprise party my way on Saturday. Know this, I was shocked. So much so that I yelled at P and Jax for not telling me, "...I would have dressed better."The company was amazing, the wine

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As I typed the title of this post I can't believe this is the third year I'll be posting the "Birthday Letter" on this blog. Who would have thought? Funny thing is, when I started this little mind fuck deal TEN years ago. I never dreamed I'd have a decade's worth of shit chronicled, much less three years of it out there for all the world to see.2009 has been fun. I entered this year with my final

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It's not a secret that I enjoy partaking in my cocktails. I keep a cork-screw in my glove box* and have a glass stashed at P's house for the soul purpose of not breaking one of her crystal wine glasses. I'm the proud owner of a wine bottle koozie, and have amassed a series of magnets, tees, and post cards relating to the subject. It's rare that I attend an event with out my trusty bottle of

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For the first time in nearly a decade I will not spend Thanksgiving/Christmas begging room and board for the dogs from Winnie and B boarding my dogs, hurdling through an airport, reminding BS and/or the Kidlets that it's COLD in NY, and praying that when the T*S*A tossed my luggage they left my tampons and carmex. No instead I will be Lone Star bound, relaxed, and a bit warmer, if not less

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BS is the single most kind person I know. While his delivery isn't always perfect he always does the right thing, regardless of how those around him feel. He makes me laugh ever single day. He is an amazing Father, washes a mean dish, plays the guitar, and will help fold a fitted sheet.For all the things I can say about him, the one adjective you'll never hear when describing him is clothes horse

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With the exception of okra I've yet to meet a vegetable that I won't eat. Really. I don't care for veggies that have been cooked to death, but other than that, I'm not too picky. Grill 'em, steam 'em, fry 'em, sautee 'em, whatever, I'll eat them. That being said there is one dish that I can't stomach. That dish haunts my life this time of year. It's the Green Bean Casserole. A side dish that has

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BM did NOT show up for the college visit that she insisted she join us on.Now you're probably thinking that she went to an event with Daisy, had another commitment, or was other wise indisposed, purposefully, no doubt.Yeah not so much. Never called, texted, nothing...

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To start at the beginning...He looked at me shocked."What are you saying?""He's a smart guy. Very smart. With resources at his hands that the average person doesn't."I silently pleaded for him to ask no more questions."Are you okay? You look like you're going to pass smooth out," he said.I felt like it. I also knew that at that very moment F*ckF*ce was probably getting a call or an e-mail letting

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I'll preface this post with a request to those few readers that know my family in "real life." Please respects the privacy of my Kidlet and use discretion when mentioning this in the presence of anyone other than BS and I.When Daffy first moved in with us he experienced anxiety attacks when alone. That is to say that if one of us didn't get home from work before he did, he'd simply go back to

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I don't even know where to begin thanking everyone who commented and e-mailed me in the last 96 hours. You'll never know how appreciated and encouraging your words have been. They've given me a sense of strength that I didn't know I had.We explained to Daisy on Friday night that she had to make a decision as to where she was going to live, as we'd need to enroll her in school in our district, or

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BM came over yesterday afternoon to speak to Daisy. I told Daisy she did not have to agree with what BM told her but she did have to be respectful. BM talked for 15 minutes and Daisy said not a word.BM came out to the porch where I was waiting to tell me that she was leaving because, "...and I ain't gettin nowhere with her."I asked if Daisy was respectful towards her. She said she didn't know

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It's 2:38 AM. The Yankees won the World Series. BS and Daffy are asleep. The house is quiet less the sound of the dishwasher draining and black dog's nails on the floor.He paces the hallway between Daffy's room and the Guest room where a sleeping Daisy rests. She's been here a few hours. The first twenty minutes of her dozing found her body still contracting with sobs.I don't know what today

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We have a scheduled visit to tour a College that Daffy is considering attending. This visit has been on the books (meaning the outlook and kitchen calendars) for a few months.When we initially discussed it, I suggesting inviting BM to join us. I was shot down by both Daffy and BS. Around Homecoming I did mention to her that we'd need to start looking at schools soon. She agreed and the

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I know that often we share a love-hate relationship. I'm okay with that. I've even come to terms with it. When I return to my native home, I freely acknowledge that I miss you. I miss you in all your Ro-Tel-Cilantro-Humid glory and I'm a big enough woman to say it.That being said, I've never missed you more than I do right now. This very second. 4:51 MDT. I miss you providing me big hair, because

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The family and I live in a suburb of a major US City. The neighborhood that we live in is comprised of larger lots than most, therefore making it a desirable place to live. In an effort to maintain the pleasant residential environment the deed restrictions are plenty, and strongly enforced by the Homeowner's Association. Recently Daffy mentioned that his grandparents (BM's parents) had

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Sorry for the delay in posting. Here is what's rocking at Casa d'Minnie.1. The company that insured the woman who hit me last week wants to use refurbished and re-manufactured parts on my car. That I've been without for a week now. Driving a rental car that's missing a hub cap and has lights that come on and off. I'll be trading that sucker in this weekend. Is anyone in the insurance

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SAYAfter you "forgot" to yield and can't differentiate between green and red and hit my car. With me in it... "What the F*ck, Bi-atch?""Ditent you see me?""Whats taking the po lice so long, I gotta get my babydaddy and we needa get her a flu shot.""I can't find my insurance card."Things you should never say to the police office at the scene when he asked what happened..."Why you aksin her side

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As Daffy was finishing his dinner a few nights ago I was cleaning the kitchen."'R'mind me to chew, chop, chew... I have to get up a little early tomorrow chew, chop, chew...lunch.""What? Oh, you want to get up early to make lunch?""Yes.""Well since I'm standing here and before the kitchen is finished being cleaned, why don't I do it now?"Keep in mind, Daffy is very capable of making his lunch,

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I spent yesterday in NY. And Michigan. And Tennessee. And Texas. Really.P and I woke at the sickening hour of 3:15 AM, Eastern time. We arrived at the airport in NY to board a flight so packed the flight attendants were gate checking diaper bags. Then we sat and waited for the ground crew to de-ice the plane.We arrived in Michigan late, due to the de-icing and managed to cross the terminal

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From: MeTo: PFYI, the below is an e-mail from Bobby’s niece. What’s funny is the little girl who is turning two… I paid for a rather hefty portion of her baby shower since she was 18 and unwed.We don’t have your address…When:Saturday September 26th 12pm to 3pmWhere:Niece 6 and Creepy Hubby House Sorry you didn't get one in the mail, we didn't have yalls address!!Hope yall can make it!! She's

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Things that I may have wanted to post to this blog on Friday:Dear Lovelies,Please come over right now and have a glass of wine and sit on my bed while I try on these dresses. Thank you,MinnieVoicemails that I may have left for Jan on Friday:Hello. Gorgeous.Call me. In fifteen minutes or less. (I had the tailor on the other line and I knew Jan would tell me how to communicate my bizarre

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