tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194161752011-04-21T15:14:45.143-05:00On the eighth day God made sweet tea. -Cravin' MelonHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551840357731155068noreply@blogger.comBlogger3041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19416175.post-82806185373445151572007-03-16T07:57:00.000-05:002007-03-16T08:01:31.796-05:00

You can find my blog at Moncks Corner Moments.Update your feeds accordingly. I don't think I'll be moving the haloscan comments. (I don't think it's an option.)I fell in love with wordpress while setting up Home Ec 101.

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Those of you sitting near me at the last blogger meet-up know my geekness extends to games like Starcraft.I'm not alone, so hush.I found this satire this morning and had to share.If WWII was an MMPORG.

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The MLS listing for our home expired almost a week ago. Since then our phone has been ringing nonstop. Lately I receive upwards of ten calls a day. I'm tired of explaining to agents that we will not be relisting at this time. So, I let the phone ring.We have a strange phone that does not have an off switch for the ringer. I will look for this in the future, I never realized it was an "option

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I swear my allergies are so bad I can feel the pull of the moon in my sinuses.Time to refill my prescription.

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Scene: Aidan standing in time-out for opening the oven to look at his chicken nuggets.Tim: Do I need to flip 'em?Aidan (bursting into tears): I don't want to be flipped!

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So yes, I was a slacker and didn't keep bottled water on hand, so the other day was my fault. However, the only thing more obnoxious than being under a boil advisory is being under a boil advisory with a sick kid and wondering if maybe they had had some of the water before hearing about the warning.Yes, I'm paranoid, but that's my job.Margo and I took the rugrats to Charles Towne Landing on

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Yes, I know it's mildly ironic I'm asking on Blogger. (The switch will be soon.)I am looking for either some coding or a plug-in that would cause a text box to pop up when words were moused over or clicked.As far as the application, I'll be writing a lot of recipes and I'd like to have tips for novice cooks available, but not cluttering up the screen for more advanced readers.Ideas?

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Well, today's the day. Ivy and I are ready to formally announce our latest project.We've put together a website: www.home-ec101.comCheck it out and let me know what you think.

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It was the baby that just sent my husband out for an oreo milkshake.Honest.Hey, it's my last one, I have to milk it a little.

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I know this will come as great relief to everyone, the cookies have been located! I've been patiently waiting for my Thin Mints to arrive, as other troops delivered and pawned off their extras.I don't know the little girl I ordered from. I've seen her zipping around here on a golf cart, but she seemed to be my only neighborhood source. As she didn't have change, I let her keep the extra money

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I have not fallen off the face of the earth. The kids are fine, the husband is fine. I'm just working on something with Ivy.There will be details soon.

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Until I'm far enough along to actually feel flutters and kicks, I don't think there is any sound so reassuring as the beating of the baby's heart.The heart rate was 140bpm.Place your bets.

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I just left a message with the pediatrician and accidentally left my best friend's phone number instead of my own.No, I'm not distracted or anything.

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I don't have children, I have petri dishes. I took Aidan to the doctor today, expecting him to test positive for Strep, since we've been exposed every other day for the past month or so, and to go on our merry way. The rapid test was negative, we were told it was most likely a virus and that he'd feel better in four or five days. That's perfectly fine, we're tough, we can deal with it. He

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My house smells like tacos.Saturday I made Malia's most excellent Black Bean Soup. I became distracted during the process and my youngest weaseled into the spice cabinet. Yes, I was probably reading blogs, that's not the point. Long story short he opened the cumin and spread it gleefully around before I saw what he was up to.Like the genius I can be, I quickly vacuumed up the mess.I've emptied

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I hate how no one answers their phone anymore. I feel like a pest when there is only voicemail to speak to. I wonder if the other person is screening their calls, putting off returning mine until the last minute, rolling their eyes when they see my number pop up.Insecure?You bet.

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When hand-crushing tomatoes because that's how Tyler Florence says it should be done, watch where you are aiming. Or say to heck with it and buy the crushed tomatoes.Signed,Spent Nap Time Mopping

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I have always been prone to nightmares; I wake up covered in sweat, heart pounding, unable to move nor speak. These dreams come in cycles sometimes a year or two will pass without a visit from the Old Hag, but when life has its way with me, she'll pay a call.This pregnancy, aside from a few lingering symptoms, still seems unreal. After struggling with infertility with our first and fearing the

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Once again I'm stealing from Shauna.Today I'm thankful for:Hats. Of all types.Finally finding good pizza.Post-pizza-pile-ups.Naps.

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Why do children who were put to bed two hours late insist on waking an hour early?

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Tim took the baby out and brought home a little boy.

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I noted recently that I'm slowly climbing out of the first trimester funk. With that, my appetite is returning with a vengeance. There were a few times with my previous pregnancies where I'd long for a certain food. Perhaps I'd dream of it and wake with a memory of a taste or a longing for the way it would feel.Until recently I have never dealt with the feelings of, "I must have this food or

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It might be premature, but I like to think I'm leaving the exhaustion and misery of the first trimester behind. I find myself longing for naptime a little less each day. In my experience there are none so introspective as a pregnant woman and when you add a blogger into the mix, you create a monster.I recently stumbled upon an amazing blog written by an American midwife in Malawi. Be

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I can't tell everyone how happy I am to hear that all of the results came back clear.No celiac, no colitis, no Crohn's. All of his digestive enzymes seem normal, he's absorbing fats and proteins as he should. There's no underlying infection.So, it boils down to we have no idea why he is the way he is, but it's not affecting his absorption of nutrients, so we'll monitor him.It is so nice to know

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Most mothers lament over their inability to get their children to eat vegetables. That does not seem to be a problem in our house. My boys are eating machines, if they can catch it they'll eat it, with rare exception. Yesterday I was distracted, probably trying to de-fur the house as our basset hounds think it's time for the great Spring shedding.I heard my oldest scream, "No Marky No! No

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We made it through clear liquid diet and other pre-procedure fun on Wednesday just fine. I think I was more upset by the whole thing than Aidan. I was worried it would devolve into some horrendous experience that he'd tell other adults in a three year old's convoluted way and I would have to explain, while the neurotic part of me would flip out waiting for them to call DSS and report all the

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551840357731155068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19416175.post-9053764444424612302007-01-16T09:18:00.000-05:002007-01-16T09:45:47.910-05:00

My husband's ex-wife and I get along fairly well. That's not to say I call her up for a weekly chat or we go have our nails done. If I have a concern about my stepdaughter I do feel comfortable enough to call her and have a civil discussion. I'm very lucky in this regard.I wonder though how my stepdaughter feels at the moment, both her mother and I are expecting. Between her mother and I she

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He's going to be a nerd like his dad and I.I see no hope for him.He's galloping around the house shouting kaniggits*I must admit it looks a little wrong in print, but it's innocent, really.

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Between doctor visits, lying on the couch waiting for my stomach to settle, breaking up fights, and just dealing with daily life, I've gotten behind on Project365. I have the pics.I think this is possibly the only upside to having to get samples from big brother. Little brother is now fascinated with the potty.Yesterday's pic was unsuccessful, but I think it has potential, I like the repetition

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Aidan had a GI appointment, yesterday. I've never known if he fell into the range of normal or not. Our pediatrician didn't think so and referred us to Dr. Kline. Like any mom, I was hoping to hear, it's perfectly normal, you're just a little paranoid.Not so.The little guy will be having an endoscopy/colonoscopy next week. I need to cut Aidan down to five food items so we can begin ruling out

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I just ran out of time, far from great composition, but it's pretty enough.Yesterday involved a doctor's appointment and prepping for a surprise house showing.Good news. I got to see the baby's heartbeat and can finally let out that breath I've been holding.

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Perhaps it's the weather, but this isn't the first and probably won't be our last 'guest.'

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My son often pretends he is a sad kitty. I don't know why this silly cat is never happy, but he's not. Tonight I was taking pictures and he started making the sad kitty face and asked if he could see.Imagine his disappointment when the camera revealed only himself.After that sad bit, here's Mark enjoying dinner.

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My son and I have a game for foggy mornings. We tell the clouds to "Wake up! Get back in the sky you lazy clouds!"Regular posting will resume soon. My energy is low and my nausea is high. That makes me miserable, yet comfortable in the reality of this pregnancy.

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A friend of mine gave this to Tim and I just before we left Minnesota. It's a silk poppy in a hand blown vase. It sits near my kitchen sink where it often catches my eye and helps me remember our friend half a continent away.

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It's all Kathy T's fault.

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I just can't mourn the death of James Brown.I do feel for those who cared for him.I remember him performing during a Superbowl halftime show. My mother saw him, got angry, said he was a wife beater, and turned the channel. Maybe I don't appreciate his music because I wasn't exposed to it in my youth. Perhaps I have no taste. I suppose I miss out on a lot of great things in life, but I've

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It's time to get back on track, begin putting away the holiday decorations, and catch up on chores postponed over the holidays.For now though,I'm savoring a quiet moment.

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May the coming year bring you luck and prosperity.If you forgot, you're more than welcome to pop in for some collards and Hoppin' John.

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This looks like a fun project.Project 365 I know there are some camera bugs who would like to play along.

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Today is not a day for the gym. The thought of stepping up and stepping down, turning, kicking, and lunging makes my stomach roll.Today is a day for loose clothes, fuzzy socks, and chamomile tea.It is a day for soda crackers and moving slow.Someone tell the boys.

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We're a sick, twisted family. Last night it was misting as we left the Christmas Eve Service.Aidan - Daddy, it's raining!Tim - No, the angels are spitting.Aidan - The angel spit in my eye!Today - Mama, can I play outside when the angels are done spitting?

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There are times when a precious tidbit of information bubbles up, where you just want to blurt it out, but you wait until the person has finished digging their own hole.We attended a progressive neighborhood party last night. It was fun to eat past full and I admit it was hard to pass up the cocktails and request water, but I did. A beautiful girl was in attendance, close to my height, with

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Dave Moulton tagged me and I read the post ten minutes after my last big post. That would have been a perfect number five, such is the nature of life. Write five unknown facts about yourself.1. I play the trumpet. I used to play decently with a good range, but now I only break it out around Christmas or to show my stepdaughter something.2. Things that should be simple often scare me into

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I've debated this post for a couple of weeks. Not posting has somehow felt dishonest. I know there is very little accountability in the blogging world, yet I still feel held to certain standards. I've not made this post for fear of possible repercussions associated with my job application. (According to the latest e-mail the process is on hold until some time in the new year.) After much

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At least the tree is done.Do you ever have those days where the harder you try to catch up, the more things fall apart?I don't. Nope. Not me.

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I usually don't know where I stand in the feminist debate. I believe in equality, yet I really don't mind if doors are held open. So, I'm probably a fence sitter.However, comments like this raise my ire.I dont know about you but I was absolutely stunned to see the Cowboys play as pathetically as they did. I thought the GIRLS played (sorry girls) pretty badly during the NY Giants game and the

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Set a timer for 15 minutes. Hang limbs, string lights, break up wrestling matches.Rinse, repeat.I have to buy more lights, I've scrounged all the salvageable strings.Finally, if anyone could send some warm thoughts and prayers to my friend Ivy and her grandmother, they'd be appreciated. It's so hard when things like this happen and harder still when it's the holidays.

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I need a swift kick in the rear. I do not want to finish putting together this tree. I need someone to keep my company, it's so boring. I started with good intentions on Sunday evening, we put on carols, had eggnog, and even let the kids play around.Then reality set in.I put the lights away so carefully last year, inspecting to make sure each strand lit properly, wound them carefully so they

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My son is lost in a world of firefighters, trains, cars and if you listen closely, squirrels. He's been parking and arranging his toys for about an hour and I love that he can become so involved in his play.I thought I'd share this article, I think it raises some excellent points.Truce Teachers Toy Guide

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It is much easier to get rid of your children's toys when the kids are being obnoxious.

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For those who don't know, I've been entertaining myself doing the roundup over at Postscripts Lowcountry Blogs. My kids are sick, again, so it's another day stuck in the house. I just want to go the gym, but I'm not one of those parents. Now, if those parents weren't those parents, I probably wouldn't be stuck at home.So, local bloggers, please be chatty today; it's this or daytime TV and I

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A) They can finally walk beside you in the grocery store without touching EVERYTHING.B) You can amuse everyone around you by opening a dozen brown eggs and hearing "Oooooh chocolate eggs!"

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Thanks Mike!Favorite food to crunch: Kettle corn.Favorite comfort food: Colcannon.Food that makes the best noise: I don't know, the sound of anything being deglazed is probably enough to get me excited.Favorite picnic lunch: Almost anything packed by someone else, but cold fried chicken has a special place in my heart.Favorite food scene in a movie: The entire movie ChocolatFavorite food lyrics:

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I completely forgot that Tim was going to be working very late this evening. I looked at the clock and realized I had forgotten to start dinner.Viva le croissant weiner with cheese and a side of corn.They are happy, thrilled even.I think I'm going to puke.

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Clothes dry much faster when you actually turn the dryer on.

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I have a weird habit of replacing words in children's songs as I go about my day. I read somewhere that it's actually good for kids to hear recognizable songs in that manner, something about encouraging wordplay.Well, it works.I hear a song drifting out from the bathroom as my 3yo does his business:A pain in the butt!A pain in the butt!Hi ho a derry-oA pain in the butt!I had to share.

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After the blognic, Geoff complained he hadn't seen an invitation.He will have no such complaints for this meet-up.I e-mailed him this morning:Dear Geoff, This is your formal invitation to the blogger meet-up on Tuesday. I'd have sent an engraved one, but I don't have the time to stalk you properly*. -Heather*We all know this is a fib, it's more like I don't have the inclination, but a lack

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It's November 29th.We were listening to Christmas carols.We had the windows down on our drive home from the beach.

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Well, I attempted to cajole Geoff into arranging a blogger get together in October, but he has officially dropped the ball. That is OK.I was wondering if anyone would be up for meeting for Happy Hour next week? I'm open any night but Wednesday and would love to meet somewhere like the Dog and Duck in Mt. P?Absolutely nothing formal, just a drop in if you can make it type meet-up.6ish?They have

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Well folks, this is Blogger's chance. I've been considering a move over to Typepad, but I have decided to give the Beta version a try. So far I like how it looks; being lazy and cheap may not have been such a bad decision.I like finally having a label option.

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This is what I missed.Tim has gone; the boys and even the dogs are asleep. My house is quiet and my coffee is warm. I am alone in silence, except for the clicking of the keyboard.The sun will soon rise and with it my children.I had a moment's peace before the daily chaos.Today is good.

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They both live here and spend their time playing things like Scrabble and World Of Warcraft.I think they need to get out of the house.Badly.

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One mom, two boys, thirteen days, eight states, three thousand four hundred eighty-two miles, seventeen cups of coffee, thirty-six chicken nuggets, one stomach virus, and we're finally home.I'd like to thank everyone who put up with us in their homes, most especially to Carye and Ivy who also put up with the virus. It's so good to know I have such loyal and caring friends. There are nothing

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It's official. I am the meanest mom ever. I took Aidan to the Urgent Care, last night. They gave him a prescription for phenergen and told me to not give him any food for twenty-four hours. For the past couple of days he has been unable to differentiate between nausea and hunger, today is no different, only we're withholding food. The poor little guy can't understand.We're heading back to

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Mom -1Kids -2Miles -3184Cups of coffee -17Chicken Nuggets- 34It was snowing when we crossed the ridge from Tennessee to North Carolina, but the roads were clear. The trip was uneventful until Aidan puked on Carye's couch. Sorry about that.

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Mom -1Kids -2Miles -3045.6Cups of Coffee -16Chicken Nuggets -34An hour ago as we crested a ridge, the sun broke through the clouds and the mountains were bathed in golden light against a backdrop of blue steel clouds. It was one of those moments that makes every annoyance of travelling trivial. The boys were sleeping, so I sped through the beauty in silence.

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Mom -1Kids -2Miles -2871Chicken Nuggets -34Cups of Coffee -16If you happen to be travelling from Nashville to Asheville and need to make a pitstop, do not be surprised if you come across a harried looking mother leaving a toddler behind as she drags a crying preschooler toward the bathroom. Try not to assume she's a rotten mother, just realize that when a young child says they "Really have to go

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2:22pmMom - 1Kids - 0!!!!!!!!!!!Miles - Ivy droveCups of Coffee - 14 and enjoying a cappucinoChicken Nuggets - 34 (Ivy's fault)We're at Espresso Joe's in Smyrna. It's nice to see the faces of the blogs I read. There will be a podcast that I will link to as soon as it is posted. There is another out of towner present, who lives in Hopkins, MN.Baldbaldivy is enjoying headrubs.Pics later.

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I used to think the "kid puking in the middle of the night" was the worst wake up call. No, it turns out "my kid puking on me in the middle of the night in someone else's house" is the worst wake up call.Let's hope it's just "road gut;" he has no other symptoms.I might also add, it's not really high on my list to be the first one up doing laundry at someone else's house, either.

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Mom -1Kids -2Miles -2727.1Cups of Coffee -14.5Chicken Nuggets -30We're back at Ft. Campbell, which means we're just about an hour from Nashville. Barring any unforseen events we should be there soon. What's for dinner?

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Mom -1Kids -2Miles -2489.1Cups of Coffee -14Chicken Nuggets -30Sibling rivalry is rearing its ugly head. Who knew that I should have brought two identical blankets? Southern IL fun for everyone! Tim is starting to sound as though he actually misses us. He could just be getting tired of Taco Bell; time will tell.

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 2376.4Cups of Coffee - 13Chicken Nuggets - 30We escaped from my father's at ten pm and are headed for La Vergne, TN and BaldbaldIvy's. I will admit I am sorely in need of a washing machine, I hope she doesn't mind me taking over hers for a load or two.I did get to spend a nice afternoon at my stepsister's. She has two kids who are only months apart from my own and as a

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 2164Cups of Coffee - 12Chicken Nuggets - 30By ten o'clock this morning I'd made my decision. That comes across much more rationally in writing. By ten o'clock this morning I'd broken down in tears because I was scared of hurting my stepmother's feelings. She strives to be a great and accomodating hostess, but their house is just not child friendly. My father is a

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 2101.2Cups of coffee - 12Chicken Nuggets - 26Thank you Connie! If you ever need information Googled while you are stuck in traffic on I-355 outside of Chicago, she's your gal. I made a terrible error with the toll booths, she researched how I could remit my missed. $0.05 so I don't end up a fine over a bloody nickel.Ten hours on the road and we have arrived at my father's

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 1799.8Cups of Coffee - 1Chicken Nuggets - 26It's cloudy, but no winter weather has been predicted. I really hope noting this doesn't bite me in the rear again. We're on our way to Joliet, IL. The kids are looking forward to seeing my father and his wife. Nothing exciting so far today and I hope things don't change.

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Mom - 1Kids -2 (sleeping!)Miles - 1650Cups of Coffee - 10Chicken Nuggets - 26 (the grandparents struck!)I've enjoyed the past couple of days, catching up on sleep, enjoying great food, and spending time with family and friends. Tomorrow we pack it up and head back to Joliet, IL. If we do need to get a motel, I can assure everyone it will not be a Motel 6.One aspect of the trip that has puzzled

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Blogger ate my last post, so here it is... the short version.We arrived in S. St. Paul, MN at 11:50am.Mom - 1Kids - 2Miles 1,639.7Cups of coffee - 7 ~ 140ozChicken Nuggets - 16Wrecks Passed - 12 (To my knowledge only one required medical assistance and that was in SC just past Ridgeville.)It is so nice to sit and relax, to not hear roadnoise or listen to DJ patter. I wonder if there is a

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South St. Paul, MNMom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 1,639.7Cups of coffee - 7 or 140ozChicken Nuggets consumed - 16Wrecks Passed - 12 (To our knowledge only one required medical assitance and that was in SC)We left Madison at 8am, it took about two hours to leave the area affected by the storm. 120 miles covered at 15mph would have been a painful ordeal. I am thankful I chose to stop for the night.I'm

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If you ever happen to be in Joliet, IL and find yourself in the need of a motel, do yourself a favor and ignore the light on at Motel 6. I'm not quite sure why the motel offers the option of "non-smoking" when the entire place reeks like a campus pub, a true dive bar, on a Sunday morning after the last drunk shuffles home.Since when is hot water considered an optional amenity? I've spent most

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Well, we are holed up in a Microtel in Madison, WI. After getting lost around Milwaukee*, it started to rain. The temperature dropped and the rain turned to sleet, followed by snow. Our speed dropped from 65 to a mere 15 miles an hour. Forty-five minutes later I called my husband and we decided a motel room is cheaper than getting towed out of the ditch.We have 270 miles to go. We'll get an

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We are just leaving from our pit stop and I see fluffy flakes of snow blowing by. I was hoping the system would dissipate, but looks like we're out of luck weatherwise. We only have about six hours of driving to do, but I'm anticipating a ten hour trip, with frequent breaks.Thankfully it's neither snowing hard enough nor cold enough for it to stick. Let's hope conditions don't deteriorate.

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 1295.2cups of coffee - 5.5My computer is crashing, more updates later

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4:45pmMom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 931.3chicken nuggets - 8cups of coffee - 4.5Let's face it, driving in Illinois is boring. Some people can't get enough of wide open spaces and farmland; I'm not one of them. So far I've gotten to enjoy several hours of smelling wild onions, refineries, and cows. Otherwise we're all just fine and the boys are coping well. I'm estimating three hours until our arrival

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 693.1Cups of Coffee - 3Chicken Nuggets - 0I haven't been to Ft. Campbell in eleven years, but it looks about the same as my last visit. In highschool I was on the JROTC drill team and the Ft. Cambell drill meet was the highlight of our year. We're definitely leaving the South as the omnipresent Waffle Houses are becoming sparse. The boys are holding up and we even had a

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8:30amMom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 604.2cups of coffee - 3*chicken nuggets - 0A big thank you to Ivy and family who so graciously opened their home to us. I do believe I stole her cats' favorite sleeping spot and they took great pains to remind me how inconsiderate I was being. I'm sorry Spike and Simon, I know you like sleeping, but I like breathing more; deal with it. The car is trashed, the

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I was so excited to pull into Bad bad Ivy's that I forgot to check the mileage. We'll call it. . . a lot.Mom - 1Kids - 2Cups of Coffee - 3 Chicken Nuggets - 0*Toddler Meltdowns - 2It's always good to see Ivy, even for a brief visit. We met online while pregnant with our three year-olds. Staying with her is like visiting an old friend, with none of the uncomfortable silences.I consider today's

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420.8 miles0 nuggets2.5 cups of coffee2 toddler meltdownsPilot's kenyan blend stinks! However the truck drivers I've met while thekids act like they have lost their collective minds have been wonderful. They help with the juggling act that is purchasing coffee with a stir crazy baby.On to Nashville!

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Cups of coffee - 2Chicken Nuggets - 0Toddler meltdowns - 1Miles - 315.1Dear Man Texting in the tan Ford Taurus,Please pick a lane and do not assume that I am willing to share mine.Have a lovely day,Frazzled Mom Who resisted the urge to use sign language in front of the kidsDear Krystal Burgers,Is your wi-fi free due to it's inaccessibility?Thanks a bunch,the woman who is sorry she

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Cups of Coffee -1Chicken Nuggets - 0Toddler Meltdowns - 1Miles - 75Those little magnetic strips on credit cards never seem important until they break. Thankfully I decided to top off the car before I left town. Unfortunately this involved a detour to Huger and back. Ivy, we'll get there, I promise.

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 0Cups of Coffee - 1Chicken Nuggets - 0Toddler Meltdowns - 1Weather - MistyWe're off, teeth brushed, faces shining, we're pulling out of the driveway! I'll check in the next time I have wi-fi!

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Mom - 1Kids - 2Miles - 0Cups of Coffee* - 0.5Chicken Nuggets Purchased - 0We're all packed; the boys are still sleeping. We are heading out after breakfast. I have two quick stops before I can leave town. Apparently Piggly Wiggly doesn't carry the little boxes of milk so Bi-Lo here we come.My big goal of the day is to reach Nashville, TN. We'll be spending the night with my friend

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I'm the number one page for 'retarded basset hounds!"In honor of that, here they are!

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Sitemeter is a fun toy.Dear Googler,I know The Internet can seem like the answer to all of life's queries, but do you think "Are there any good jobs in Moncks Corner?" will land you the position you deserve? May I suggest picking up a newspaper and looking in the classifieds? Sometimes, if you are lucky, you can even find them for free at Huddle House, that is if you don't mind a little coffee

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I was listening to AM1250 this morning and heard Richard Todd mention Gregg Meyers was running something called "Proofwatch."Is this the same Proofwatch on SchoolMovement?Just curious.Charleston County School BoardProofwatch

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I voted around 10am. I feel safe in saying I was probably the only voter, of about one hundred and fifty people, under thirty. Including myself, there may have been ten voters under fifty and possibly forty under sixty-five.The vast majority of people in the room were elderly. The demographics will likely change as people vote during lunch or after work.

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This is just to be sure I'll be able to blog while on the road.

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