tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70316082009-11-28T18:35:47.605-08:00I want to be the girl with the most cake.Tuesday Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.comBlogger1226125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031608.post-51884811959089333112009-11-26T11:17:00.000-08:002009-11-26T11:24:28.081-08:00

I am thankful for: 6 little feet running around my house, for peonies, for juicy turkey and hearty wines. For little arms that wrap around my neck and squeeze, for clean clothes, for my Grandmother and Mom. For blue skies and the smell of rain, for lemons and warm slippers, the joy of the little things for kids. For my baby calling "mama" all day, for E and his strength and love. For my sisters

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Untitled from Tuesday Girl on Vimeo.

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I was noticing the other day that I have turned into a teenager. No it wasn't because I was sexting or stealing prescription painkillers (why? do you have some?), it is my TV watching. Apparently instead of my taste in television maturing, it is regressing. Why do I say that? Here is my list of favs right now:90210- Bev Hills and I go back. WAAYY back. So far back I remember when the "teenage"

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E is in NJ for a job interview today. We are not getting our hopes up but will continue to pray for some good luck. I wanted to share with you some great gift ideas I have over at my other site. I would give or want to receive all of them this year. I am also giving some great things away like a designer diaper bag, Hoover Stick Vac, $75 worth of custom favors and a 1 year subscription to a menu

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When my father died suddenly 5 years ago I suffered a great deal of insomnia. I could fall asleep easily, it was the staying asleep that was the problem. Every night I would wake at 3:30 and I would be awake until 6am- that was my witching hour and I would fall asleep easily and heavily at that time. My homeopath told me years later that the time I woke meant something, but I never asked what. I

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Most popular holiday for kids? Must be Fedrrins Day because I found this on my dresser this morning:

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Number of days I have been sick: 3Number of resumes I sent out this month so far: 25Number of calls if inquiry on said resume: 1Number of interviews I have had for a job which would require me to answer calls for a funeral home in the middle of the night and train in an actual funeral home & watch in-calls, funerals and embalming: 1Number of days I will have this never ending cough: 343985Number

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I really do have to tell you how much I love you guys. To take the time out of your day to read my sill little space on the Internet, it means a lot to me. I feel like you guys have given me so much more than I have given you over the past year. There are days I just want to quit this blog because I feel like all I am doing is whining about my life. There are days when I can make a lighthearted

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I blast the blinking cursor of doom. These days I am just not sure what to write about. Like most bloggers, I started this blog to connect to other people in my new position of a new mom and found myself in this great untainted territory. My words meant something to me and that was all that mattered. Now, well, I am not so sure. When I write about my current situation, I get myself more worked up

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You can vote once a day until 11/6, so I hope you please vote for me, tweet it or beg strangers like I am to vote for me to get this job: Good Mood Gig from SAM-eThank you!

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Things I can't stop buying even though I don't need any more: -cute hair clips/bows/ribbons for my daughter-a good baby blanket-slippers-beach towels-throw blanketsThings I have too much of but also can't get rid of:-clothes my daughter has outgrown-sarcasm-grey hair-scrunchies-fat-endless fear-single socks just hoping that the match will magically show up. Things I notice about NH:-so this is

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I am a planner. I like to make plans and lists. I like to know what I am going to serve for Christmas dinner in October. I worry about what birthday gifts would be perfect for my kids months before their birthday. I like to know where I am going to be, how long I will be there and exactly what route to take to get home. The past few years have tested my planning capabilities. It is hard to plan

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Well, I think it goes without saying that I need some cheering up. I have always liked Halloween but now that I am a parent it has renewed my love for this holiday and everything scary. I have always loved scary movies and books and I am obsessed with ghost stories. I have no real experience with ghosts although one time we were staying at a rental property at the beach for a few days with our

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You would think that maybe, I would have good news for you. But you would be wrong. The rinky dink job E took just so we can squeak by? The one that was a 50% pay cut? The one we were thankful to have because at least we had health insurance? They laid E off today BY FED EX!!!!!!!! They can't pay him anymore so they let him go. I swear life keeps getting better. Please if anyone has any

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My son L is one of the three sweetest gifts I have ever received. Sure he is a rooster and wakes at the crack of dawn every day of his life since birth. Even though he awakes before any person on Earth should be upright and have to function, he does so with a smile. He never wakes up grumpy or cranky. He finds beauty in the mundane telling me "how beautiful the sky looks" at age 3. L is sweet to

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It is so beautiful here this time of year it almost makes me feel guilty for hating New Hampshire. I really don't hate it here, but I am angry we didn't make it work. There has to be a reason we ended up here, I am just waiting to see what it is. I normally never post pictures of my gorgeous kids but this is a great picture of the twins. Also? Please don't forget about voting for me! You can vote

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Friends, I have come across a blogging contest for a job which would allow us to be able to pay for a new place to live. I would love to win this one but it is going to take a lot of help. Would you consider voting for me? You can vote once a day until October 30, which is not a lot of time. Good Mood Gig from SAM-eI would love it if you could spare a vote for me and maybe pass it on to friends

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"Mom, one day I want you to live with me" I would often say to my mother when I was a child. "You come live with me and Daddy and I will have plenty of room because I will live in a mansion" I would say"How are you going to live in a mansion?" my mother would always reply."I am going to marry a rich husband!" I would tell my mother with all the determination a 10 year old could muster. She would

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My grandfather was a good man. He was brilliant and funny and always had a great story to tell. He was the man who had great parties. He was the one you wanted sitting next to you on the long car ride. He was the first generation in this country and like many Irish immigrants did they settled in New Jersey were there was others from the mother country. He was an athlete and a big man/ His

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It is just a house, it is just a house, just four walls and a roof. This house though, is what made it okay to leave what I knew and try a chance at a new life in a new state. We saw this house when E decided he should take a job with his cousin and move up here since after hundreds of interviews there were no job offers in New Jersey. The owners had the house on the market for years, It was old,

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I am sick. My Grandfather has suffered a massive stroke. The owners of our house want to put the house on the market and we have no options, no money and we will have no where to live. We are terrible parents. We don't deserve our kids and they don't deserve us. I don't know how to get us out of this hole.

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This year has been the hardest one of them all. It has been filled with stresses and second guessing all of the huge decisions we had to make. Hard enough to do on our own, but when we have to think of our kids too, it gets even harder. I have yelled, I have bargained with higher powers, I have pleated, I have been resentful, I have been sad, I have been depressed, I have held positive thoughts,

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All last week I had been so excited for the weekend. Weekends for stay at home mothers are no different then any other day there is just more people at home to annoy you. Anyway, I decided I was going to go to Borders and get myself a nice cup of coffee and read a book. Yes, I said READ a book not buy one and bring it home to read. Have you heard of something called the recession and have you not

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Lately we have been having some problems with our daughter R. She is a born leader, even in the womb she redirected all the nutrients for her and her twin brother got the scraps- hence the one pound weight difference. She is the boss of her brothers and her parents- or so she thinks. First it began with too much talking during class- a normal problem and one I had as a child occasionally as well.

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