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Miss Priss had so much fun, but I knew she would. My mom always had cookie baking parties for us kids and it was always a blast. This is Hubby's mom. Everyone always tells us how much we look alike. I take it as a huge compliment, but it kind of freaks out Hubby. Our little art-teest. Here's a little tip...if you make cookies for Santa, allow that for every cookie your child decorates, she will

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Total Number of Presents Bought: 56Total Number of Presents Wrapped: 54Total Number of Presents Bought for out-of-town family and friends that still need to be mailed: All of them, but I'm sure they'll all forgive me because my excuse this year for being late is really, really good. It involves the back door of a Jeep, a hammer and a head wound.Total Number of Presents that had to be put

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I LOVE my job. Have I ever told you that?I love my boss, I love the work, I love the fact that every day is different and interesting. Like, take yesterday, for example...I got to the office, fixed my tea and was sitting down to check my e-mail when my boss called me. "Hey, I just got a call from Councilor Chick. She wants us to come down to the city council meeting today and give them a quick

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We went to Memphis this weekend to celebrate Christmas with Hubby's family. It's part of the trade off we made when we told his parents that after eight years of traveling to their house for Christmas, we were going to stay home with Miss Priss and start some of our own traditions. At first, they weren't happy about it all, but eventually they came to understand where we were coming from. At

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Last night, I went to an ornament exchange hosted by one of my good friends. She's one of those folks who, when she hosts a party, you can always count on having a good time because she puts a lot of thought and creativity into it. Also, she's said in the past that she likes to "put people together," so she always invites an eclectic mix of women and then makes a point of telling you why she

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On Sunday, I had an appointment with my one of my design clients to do some shopping and accessorizing for her house. She's eager to get her living room finished for the holidays and I don't blame her. I would want that too...it's just that trying to fit everything in during this time of year has proven somewhat difficult, what with all the craziness of the season, the shopping, the parties,

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This year, I decided to shelve my inner control freak (and all my beautiful, MATCHING decorations) and let Hubby and Miss Priss participate in the holiday decorating, and this is what we got...I let each of them pick out a nutcracker for the mantle. No, your eyes are not deceiving you. That is Darth Vader and his girlfriend, Crack. Miss Priss named her, so in answer to your next question...No,

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Thank you to my friend over at The Fritz Facts for I stole this quiz from her site...which has probably landed me smack onto the "Naughty List."1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?Hot Chocolate. The word "Nog" makes me unexplainably uneasy.2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? Santa is a lazy slob. The elves do all the work and get none of the credit. I think they should unionize.3

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Every year I make an appointment at a local photography studio to take our version of the cheesy family Christmas photo...complete with the fake Christmas tree background, coordinating outfits and stiff, pasted-on smiles. It is not lost on me that these photos are always devoid of personality and originality and that nine times out of ten, it's usually this type of photo that gets shown on

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I never thought it could be possible to be THIS busy. I mean, in the past when I would post on here about how busy my life was? I was stupid, naive, or just plain ig-NOR-ant!And so my sweet, wonderful blog darlings who tune in here every day to read what I have to say...or is that just my ego talking? I'm going to make it up to you for the fact that I have been so lax in my blogging duties and

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One of my little terms of endearment for Hubby is "Loophole Larry." That's because he can find a loophole or a technicality in almost everything! For example, after seven colleges in eight years and a cumulative GPA of 2.3, it might surprise you to learn that Hubby's grades weren't good enough to get into the University of South Carolina. Yet, when Hubby finally decided to get serious about his

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Something tells me I've done a post with this title before, but I'm too lazy to go back and check, but trust me, this is a brand new post. So, Hubby recently became friends with his high school sweetheart on Facebook. And before you ask, let me just tell you that I feel neither threatened nor worried. Chick is married with four young children and now lives somewhere in Arkansas. Something tells

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So I can't tell you EXACTLY when it happened, but sometime in the last few weeks, my sweet, loving angel baby daugther has morphed into the 3-year-old Leona Helmsley...sassing, talking back, ordering Hubby and me around like the hired help...and defiant as hell. What in the world?!?Now...I can endure a lot of things in this world, but what I can't take is my 3-year-old daugther talking to me

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I don't know how many of my readers pray to a higher authority, but if you do, would you please pray for my friend and her husband? She is one of my best friends here in Birmingham and yesterday morning, her husband suffered a mild stroke. Thankfully, he is okay and doesn't appear to have suffered any long-term effects, but for several hours yesterday, he wasn't able to speak. Now the waiting

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Karma is a funny thing. We are always quick to point out when karma has had it's retribution on someone else, but rarely do we ever recognize it when it kicks us in our own ass. Instead, we're more apt to say, "Why do these things ALWAYS happen to me?!" I mean, I know I do. But this weekend, I had to face up the fact that karma had just delivered me a big 'ole heapin' helpin' of bitchslap and

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So I've officially been a full-time working mom for two months now. For the most part, I would say it's going...okay. I love my job, think highly of my boss and I'm having a pretty good time, but I think now would be a good time to pause and make a few observations about how things have changed since we became a dual-income family. Here they are in no particular order...(1) It seems

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Back in the day, when Hubby and I were first engaged, a well meaning acquaintance said to me, "Now just remember, K-mom, the things you love about him today will drive you crazy years from now."Such sweet advice for an optimistic, blushing bride-to-be, don't you think?Well, turns out that person wasn't too far off the mark. You see, one of the things I was most attracted to when I met Hubby was

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I realize that I am days late in posting these pictures, but it has been a crazy busy week!Here are Hubby and me in ALL of our Halloween glory. Can you guess what we are? We're a delegation from the United Nations. Can't you tell?

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Hubby and I are going to a Halloween party on Friday night and we're both really looking forward to it. For weeks now, we've been tossing around costume ideas but haven't been able to agree on anything.Finally, more out of desperation and lack of time than anything else, we decided to drive over to the Halloween store with a pact that we weren't leaving until we both came out with a costume...ANY

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Our country club is made up mostly of young families with kids so the new president decided we needed to have more family-friendly events and also throw fun, theme parties for the adults and do away with the "old school" dinner-dances. I agreed with this decision 110%. In fact, before the new regime took over, we hardly ever went to club events because they just didn't sound fun enough to spend

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For my birthday this year, Hubby gave me a Snuggie. Are you familiar with these?They are the blankets with sleeves built in that you wear backwards? They kind of look like the robes that monks wear? Anyway, I LOVE mine. It's super comfy and it's pink...and I have to say one of the best presents Hubby has ever bought me.Now I know you're probably sitting there thinking, "Really? One of the BEST

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So since I've gone back to work Hubby has had to step up in a big way and help with the general day-to-day things that keep our house running in a smooth, efficient manner. You know, things like unloading the dishwasher, putting away laundry, taking Miss Priss to school, etc....and to his credit, I must say, he is doing a fabulous job!Well, fabulous for him.I would be lying if I didn't tell you

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One day, when I write my memoirs, I'm going to call it "K-Mom, My Life On the Sidelines of Scandal."I was thinking about this last night and it occurred to me that, in my life, I have worked with or met more than my fair share of people who have gone on to become embroiled in a major scandal...and I mean MAJOR scandal...like the kind that lands you on Larry King or in the chair opposite Matt

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That was Hubby's nickname in college. When he told me that, we were on like our second real date and I remember kind of scooting close to the car door and saying, "Ummm...people know where I am, you know. If they don't hear from me in two hours, they're going to get worried."Turns out he was given the nickname by his frat brothers because he was the gallant one who always walked girls back to

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So good news, people...I've been invited to be a featured blogger for a website called Wellsphere.com. You can find me under the "Parenting" tab. It's a website devoted to healthy living and I, apparently, am a "Top Health Blogger."I know, right? Is it just me, or is that kind of funny?I mean, I TRY to live a healthy lifestyle and set a good example for my daughter. Every morning, I wake up

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