tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256062972009-04-08T09:13:18.089-05:00A little insight into my day-to-day life as a wife and mother for anyone who cares.kkooishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04089307749449762881noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25606297.post-77545732954675268002009-02-02T15:45:00.001-06:002009-02-02T15:47:50.636-06:00

kkooishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04089307749449762881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25606297.post-14852316917918786072008-12-03T23:30:00.004-06:002008-12-03T23:34:18.646-06:00

While saying goodbye to Jer as he left for work this morning..."Bye, Daddy! I love you. Have a good day at work. Don't spend a lot of money!"

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While I was driving us to Bible study..."Mommy, why are you always yelling at the cars?"

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Today Elise turns 4 years old! She is very excited about her birthday this year and has been telling everybody about how she will turn 4 on "Nomember 10." Jeremy's parents came to visit this past weekend. We had a fun little birthday party for her last night, and now we are preparing for the next round of visitors. My dad and stepmom will be here tomorrow.Happy Birthday, Elise!

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Upon arriving home early this morning after voting...Me: Guess what I did this morning?Elise: What?Me: I went and voted for president of the United States.Elise: Daddy and I voted.Me: Who did you vote for?Elise: A dog.Me: A dog!? What is this dog's name?Elise: Buster.For those of you who don't know, Buster is her beloved (and disgusting) stuffed pink dog that she has had since she was born and

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And so we wait for Spring to once again cheer for our beloved White Sox...

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-flavored coffee-my favorite coffee mug-pepper jack cheese-my crockpot-getting to watch the White Sox and Bears on TV-my Salsa-Red Chevy Equinox-hanging out with a good friend all afternoon-good wine-leftovers for lunch the next day-things Elise says that make me laugh

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Ten years ago today, Jeremy and I got married. I have loved each and every one of these past ten years and look forward to the next ten. I will save the rest of the sappy stuff for my husband, but I'll share some pictures from our wedding day. Unfortunately, we don't have very many pictures besides our professional ones. And since we got married before the digital age, our photos are all on

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This is the new book I have started reading. But, in true Kim fashion, I have waited until Thursday to start.

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I've read several blogs over the past few months about summer. How much they love summer. How they can't wait for summer's arrival. Lists about all the things that make summer their favorite season. All the fun things to do and places to go in the summer. The sadness they feel knowing the end of summer is not too far off. Well, not me. I hate summer. Least favorite month by far. So, here

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This week has not been very good. I have been sick. I rarely get really sick and it is so frustrating when it happens. It started Sunday night with, as my mom called, the "ache-all-overs" and progressed to puking in the middle of the night with a severe headache. Needless to say, I got little sleep and was feeling horrible the next morning. Jeremy was wonderful to work at home until about 10

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I had it last night. That awful dream that has haunted me for well over the past ten years. The dream that doesn't want to go away. The dream that wakes me up in a cold sweat and a heavy feeling that I'm left with for at least a few hours. The school dream. The dream circumstances, people, and events are always different, but the sinking feeling of stress, unpreparedness, and sheer panic are

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I know I haven't posted in a while, but I haven't felt like there's been much to talk about. Let's face it, I don't have the world's most exciting life. How many different ways can you talk about dealing with a "determined" 3 year old. I use the word "determined", not because I believe this to be the best way to describe her, but because it is always how my mother-in-law describes the way my

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This picture speaks volumes.

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After finally growing enough hair, I took Elise for her first haircut a couple weeks ago. Nothing drastic, just a little off the back to even it out a little and give her a few bangs. A couple months before this, I got my hair cut a lot shorter so she has been infatuated with haircuts for a while and was very excited and eager to have hers done. The several days leading up to it, she kept

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I was just told by Elise's teacher that I might want to send some more food with her for lunch. Apparently, they have been giving her animal crackers and other scraps of food almost every week because she is still hungry after she finishes the lunch I have packed.

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Why am I up at midnight putting together Valentines for 3 year olds? If you've gotten one Valentine you've gotten 'em all. And if you can't write them out yourself, well, then, what's the point? I should have gone with my gut and pretended not to see the "Valentine Class Party Sign-Up Sheet." Lesson learned for next year.

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The season of Lent is upon us. While I don't typically participate in the traditional practices of Lent, I have decided this year to give something up for this period of time. Computer solitaire. This is by no means intended to make light of what Lent means and the practice of it. But, I have been wasting way too much time doing something of no redeeming value. I thought this might be a

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No, not the WGA strike (much much much to my disappointment), but my own personal blogging strike. Not sure why I haven't posted - mostly out of laziness I guess - but I'm back for now.Not too much new has been going on here since my last postings, but I can update on a few things. Christmas is over and we have recovered for the most part. Elise reminds us all the time if she sees anything

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