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I feel as if I've left my viewers/readers hanging, so here's some new pics...I must say that I'm at a loss for words at present.:}

Ahhh...Chucks!

I have always wanted a pair of black Chucks and now I have them thanks to my hubby:)

Selling Out Your Kids is the New Black...

So, out of my anger, I came very close to posting a not so nice cartoon pic of the "Octo Mom." The cartoon features the "Octo Mom," with a very pregnant belly covered in labels and stickers such as "pay-pal," etc. However, after some thought, I decided to post a pic of my own precious CHILD. "CHILD," is the keyword here--not CHILDREN. Now, don't get me wrong, twins and triplets are a common thing and often happen naturally. It's the irresponsible choices some folks make when it comes to fertility treatments that make me question several different things, which I'll get to later in this post. What sparked this post, you ask? I just watched Dr. Phil's third show featuring the "Octo Mom." Apparently, this organization plans to provide round the clock childcare for all of her children. Hmm...I guess in the meantime, she'll be free to run out and get a mani and pedi while sipping on her $5.00 + Starbucks drink. Maybe they'll also pay for her to have a tummy-tuck or some more collagen injections in her lips. Really though, the "Octo Mom," can't be the only one to blame here. Obviously, the doctor who agreed to this risky and costly procedure has "got some splainin' to do." (he's in another multiple birth scandal right now by the way...). Oh, and the media certainly plays a huge role in the aftermath of the births. Don't get me wrong, I believe these babies are here and they should be taken care of. The fact is, they will most likely face health problems and developmental delays just as their older siblings have. OK, since I brought up the media, I'm going to stray away from the "Octo Mom," story and focus on the already "famous," "buy in bulk," families. First off, there's the Duggar Family who have so far birthed and parented 18 kids. Their oldest just got married. I do give the Duggar's props because they did not use fertility treatments. However, they're still major sellouts, and I'll tell you why. They do not allow their children to watch television, but they're making money off of their REALITY TV SHOW! HELLO!!! They too, received assistance with building a larger house for their litter. Oh, and how can we not love Jon & Kate Plus 8. Free dream vacations, tummy tucks, hair transplants. It all sounds terrific right? The sad thing is I find myself watching this smut. Mind you, it doesn't make me want to go out and get some eggs fertilized or anything like that, however, those out there who may be a little bit off their rocker could take these shows to heart. Maybe the "Octo Mom," has a shrine on her wall devoted to the Duggars and Jon & Kate, and possibly Angelina Jolie. Ok, I'm now stepping down from today's soapbox.:)

Exactly, How Old Am I???

OK, so my cholesterol was a bit on the high side at my last physical, so I read an article on natural ways to lower cholesterol levels. I decided to start by taking Metamucil. I bought some last night and made my first glass early this morning. I was a bit apprehensive because there is a warning that the fiber can expand in the throat and/or esophagus and cause choking. This is usually when there is not enough fluid to wash it down. Well, I made it anyway and started drinking it. Oh my, it was so nasty, gritty and thick--I could almost chew it. I immediately knew that something wasn't right so I went back to double check the instructions on the label. I had accidentally added one rounded TABLESPOON of Metamucil to 8 oz. of water as opposed to one rounded TEASPOON of the stuff. I was paranoid for several minutes thinking that my throat was going to close up so I chugged a bunch of water down. Ugh! Once again, just exactly how old am I??? haha!

The "Key" to Laughter Can At Least be Found in this Post:)

I have had some bad luck with blinds and windows today--here goes. I thought it was going to be a warm & sunny day today so I went to raise the blinds to open a window. Well, the blinds fell and landed on me and bruised my leg. It took me forever to get the blinds back up. Even Liv was like "uh-oh!" I then decided since there was a nice breeze outside that I would hang my wind chimes on the porch. I just ran out on the porch super quick to hang the wind chimes (I could see that Liv was ok through the window). I double-checked that the door was not locked and everything. Well, I go to open the door and it's LOCKED. I forgot that Liv can reach the doorknobs now, so she locked me out haha! I'm laughing now, but was freaking out at the time. Liv was just staring out the window saying "Hi Mama!" and laughing. I was in my PJs and slippers, had no cell phone, obviously no key, I was screwed. I just kept thinking to myself "my baby is inside by herself and I'm out here in my freaking pajamas looking a mess all for some stupid wind chimes." Thank God that I had just opened the window so I just started punching the screen until it came out. Anthony later told me there was an easier way to get the screen out, but I was in "fight or flight," mode at the time. Liv was laughing the entire time--she really got a kick out of it when I climbed through the window onto the couch. Of course, a few of my neighbors were outside and confirmed even further that I'm crazy haha. Once I was finally in, I took Liv back outside with me (leaving the door cracked this time around) and attempted to put the screen back in. Unfortunately, I bent the frame so it looks horrible. We'll be making a trip to Lowe's this weekend to purchase a new screen. This was almost worse than the time when I left a shot glass in the sink that fell down into the garbage disposal and was later "disposed," by Anthony. Of course, it broke the garbage disposal, and since it was my fault I had to buy a new one. I'm one destructive gal, apparently.:)

Oh, and I hope my good pal, "the Hoff," doesn't mind me telling her story. Ok, "the Hoff's," little boy is only 5 weeks older than Liv so we're always calling each other over parenting issues, etc. One day, she called me and was hysterical. She had accidentally locked her little boy (who was just a baby at the time) in her vehicle. She, too, went into "fight or flight" mode and took a rock from her neighbor's landscaping and was trying to break out the window (her vehicle was new by the way). Finally, she had to call 911 (her husband was out of town at the time and he had the only spare key). 45 minutes later they managed to get him out of the vehicle! Poor Hoffster!!!

Ok, I just thought of another story of being locked of the house I do this a lot by the way b/c I'm too paranoid to leave a spare key outside somewhere under fake dog poop or a fake rock, etc. I'm sure thieves are on to those things by now haha! Ok, so anyhoo, my garage door opener didn't work forever and I had used my spare car key to get to work that morning b/c I couldn't find my set of keys with my house key. I got home before Anthony and had to pee really, really, badly! I got the bright idea that I could use the handle on the garage door to open it manually. Guess who broke the garage door? ME! Another time, I didn't have my key and once again got home before Ant and had to pee really, really, badly. It was also freezing outside. Out of desperation, I had to squat and pee in my backyard, praying the entire time that my next door neighbor didn't come outside. I mean, really, what would you do if you walked outside and saw your neighbor peeing in the yard? haha.

Another Crazy Dream...

I'm posting a pic of myself with Anne-Marie on the left and Lisa "the Hoff" to my right. "Why," you ask? Well, these lovely ladies were lucky enough to make an appearance in my dream last night.:) I think my dream was quite symbolic of what's been going on at our workplace. Getting a paycut, but feeling "stuck," as no other jobs are available, or at least not where I'm looking. Here goes:

I had a dream that Anne-Marie, Lisa and I had a friend drop us off at the lake (actually, it was more like in the lake). All we had was a small piece of particle board to float on. I quickly decided that it could not hold all three of us so I swam as fast I could to a little island. It was a gorgeous day, but for some reason, it started raining/storming out of the blue. I recall telling my friends that no matter when I go to the lake it rains, which is pretty much true. I recall a few years ago, it was a beautiful day, the weather forecast was "mostly sunny," and as soon as we arrived at the lake it came the most horrible thunderstorm that seemed to last forever. That's besides the point though. I feel that this dream of being stranded with two of my coworkers at the lake reflects my feelings about work. The feeling of being stuck and the only nearby relief is a small island, which is symbolic for the only thing that wasn't taken away from us at work on Monday, which is the privelege of working from home. My home office is my small island--it's the one thing that has prevented me from "going postal." haha! This has been my interpretation--follows is the interpretation from Dream Mood's Dictionary's @ DreamMoods.com:

Lake
To see a lake in your dream, signifies your emotional state of mind. You feel restricted or that you are unable to express your emotions freely. Alternatively, the lake may provide you with solace, security, and peace of mind. If the lake is clear and calm, then it symbolize your inner peace. If the lake is disturbed, then you may be going through some emotional turmoil.

Island

To see or dream that you are on an island, signifies ease, relaxation and comfort.�The dream is telling you that you need a vacation and escape the stresses in your life. You want some solitude.�
To dream that you are stranded on an island, suggests that you need to get away from the demands of your daily life. Or perhaps you are running away from a situation instead of trying to confront it.�Alternatively, you may feel cut off from society. You are in a rut and do not quite know what to do with your life.

The Sky is Falling and I'm Coming Down With It!

lAccording to Dr. Phil's Personality Test, I most definitely fall into the Chicken Little category:

The following is from Dr. Phil's web site:

Chicken Little PersonalityThe world is coming to an end and these people know it. Whether it's at work, at home, in their relationships, the economy, or the weather, a collapse is imminent. These people are anxious and urgent. They play the game of life with sweaty palms. They go from one imagined crisis to another. Others find their histrionics irritating and tiresome. To find out if you're a Chicken Little, answer these questions:

1. Do you wake up several times in the night to check on your child? YES!

2. Do you feel "doom" is lurking around every corner? YES!

3. Do you always visualize the worst-case scenario? YES!

4. Does your worrying irritate those around you? YES, and an emphatic "YES" FROM MY HUSBAND!

5. Do you feel like there is always a crisis to deal with? YES! RUNNING OUT OF TOILET PAPER IS A CRISIS FOR ME!

-This explains so much! haha!:)