tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335629742010-01-05T19:47:31.720-07:00And They Lived Happily Ever AfterThe Sartori'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11420568801640794777noreply@blogger.comBlogger270125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33562974.post-21524859856176881722010-01-05T13:05:00.002-07:002010-01-05T13:10:35.139-07:00

Andy saved all of his time off this year so that he could use it in December and then I could work full time at the salon. It was good in theory since the holiday season is our busiest time of year and I could make truck loads of money knowing the kids were safe with Andy. Well, what did all that extra work get? Not a lot. People cut back this year and our usual 3 hour Christmas wait was gone

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This morning as I was blowing out my hair I realized something. I look like Ramona Quimby's mom. What the?... I know I wasn't going for much of a style, just trying to get it smooth and letting it fall where it wanted but my word. Do I really look like that?I have read every Ramona book at least a dozen times each. I always related to Ramona and often felt we were long lost sisters growing up

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We finally took the kids to do something Christmasy. I have been working way too many hours and have been much too tired and the kids' bedtime is really early. All bad combinations to making out for some Christmas festivities.Andy took us down to Tempe Town Lake for the lighted boat parade and some four dollar hot chocolate. The kids loved it and it was a good time. I tried hard to get a

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So I am trying to win this give away, and if I post it here I get another entry. I see this as a double edge sword though. By getting another entry I also offer up more entries from those of you that go look, thus lowering my chances. Sneaky sneaky Shannon. Oh well, Go check out Shannon out. She is pretty crafty.

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It has been a long, hard week. The robbery on Monday has really taken its toll on me. I have neglected my house and my work. Many people have made the comment that they are just glad that I am ok and wasn't hurt. I have no answer for this. While I survived physically unscathed, I am far from free of injury. And I am not ok.I have panicked around people more times than I can count. I went

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I have a story, as well as some news. Without the story, there would have been no news, but I suddenly feel anxious. Life is short and I learned a lot yesterday. I will no longer wait weeks to share anything.I was at the salon working and was having a fairly busy day. It was getting toward the end of the night and there were only three of us left. Two male stylists and me. All three of us had

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You know that writing gig everyone is so interested in and wants to get in on? Well I've got news for you. It isn't always what it is cracked up to be. When you write there is always going to be someone that doesn't like what you say or feel or think or don't like. Because of this I get hate mail.Vicious, hateful, condescending hate mail.My feelings are hurt and I have cried more tears than the

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Remember how I said I entered a writing competition? Well guess what.I WON!!!!I couldn't believe it. My essay is going to be printed in the Parenting Magazine and I also get to do a week long guest video blog on the Parenting website. Check out my first blog here.

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Teach them while they are young.

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I try hard not to yell at people in the service industry. I know how it feels to get yelled at when you are just trying to do you job. However, there are exceptions to this rule. Carnie freaks that want to hold my baby will get yelled at and possibly beaten up after I call the cops on them.We are walking through the carnival with babes in arm. Carnies are offering to let us play their games.

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So, a short run down of our weekend.~ Claire offered to let me borrow her portable DVD player for a road trip. We will now be buying our own portable DVD player~ Boston does in fact like to watch TV, it is just a matter of finding something he likes to watch. Like Thomas the Train.~ I do not learn my lesson and continue to drink far to much fluids on a long stretch of desert with no facilities.~

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I have anxiety. Endless, debilitating, vomit inducing, heart racing, tearful anxiety. A lot.And about everything.I am terrified of doing new things or going new places or having to talk to new people. So terrified I miss out on a lot of things. I won't go to parties, I don't sign up for classes, and I don't make new friends. This causes a fairly sheltered, hermit style life.I don't like

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I made this, yes MADE this. I have never made a blanket before and technically I didn't have to sew it. But I did do it without a pattern from a picture. I think it turned out awesome and I am sooo proud of myself.

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So you know how everyone always says how wonderful motherhood is and how even though its hard its worth it? All that is true but all of that is crap too.I have spent the day feeling guilty. Crushing, debilitating, heart rending want to slit my wrists guilt. Why you ask? Because my kids drive me crazy and I want to run away.*gasps*I know.I'm horrible.I can't even just be upset about all the

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A little grainy since I used my phone but you get the idea. They were straight before church. It was a wiggly day. People always say she looks like Shrek or Cindy Lou Hoo. Chloe has gobs of hair don't you think? I would love to have piggies as good as hers.

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I expect to get a lot of comments to the gist of the title. If you feel so inclined, go ahead, I don't care. Wednesday was our 4 year anniversary and I Failed to take the chance to gush about Andy. So I am going to do it now. You have been for warned. If you have an easy gag reflex click away now.There are so many reasons I love Andy I thought I would share just a few.~ Andy has a perfect

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So I just had the pants scared off me. Well technically they were already off but I digress. I was, ahem, in the powder room when I heard a loud noise. It was a loud thumping crashing noise. I was immediately alert. It just kept banging and it was so loud I thought someone was trying to break in. Lots of thoughts ran through my head. Fear being the first one. I just thought, this is it, the

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When I was a kid I always heard adults talking about "where were you" moments. I always thought that was so neat. I was impressed that they had seen so much and knew so much. I always looked forward to the day that I would someday have moments that I could remember where I was when I heard about it. I truly thought it cool and somewhat glamorous. Now that I am older and do have those moments

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I'm getting old. Really old. Really fast.I always think I am so young and hip and with it. I'm not.Here is the proof that I am getting old.TURN DOWN THE MUSIC!!! When did music get to loud? When did I stop turning it up as loud as I could make it? When did it get annoying and just turn into noise? This to me is just about the worst proof of getting old. I have always loved music, music

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I have always loved hanging out with Andy. He is so much fun and we always have a great time. Just before Scarlett was born we started having date night, we really felt like it needed to be priority for us. After Scarlett was born we tried to keep it up but it kind of slipped away with a new baby and yet another move and so much going on all the time. A couple of weeks ago we started doing it

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Andy picked me up at work to drive to Utah Saturday night and we just got home yesterday. There was much that happened and I don't think I will ever write the whole thing. So here are the cliff notes.We drove a lot. Breaking it up between several days. It was stupid. We won't do it again. Old friends are still good friends even if you don't see them for a whole year.I can crawl up and over

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Somewhere along the lines I have managed to lose my prayer etiquette. In my "old life" I would never have struggled to keep my eyes closed during a prayer. In fact it never really occurred to me that you could just leave your eyes open during a prayer. It just isn't done. The very thought of opening my eyes during a prayer made me uncomfortable and even a little queasy. But that has changed,

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