tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15952241484603682442011-12-02T09:28:20.472-05:00Ramblings of someone trying to find out just who she is.Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.comBlogger1681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-6021223228599221142011-09-18T09:54:00.000-04:002011-09-18T09:54:02.027-04:00

I recently started a new blog, and I've decided to park this one in neutral indefinitely. So much has changed in my heart in the last year that it felt right to me to make a fresh bloggy start. Come visit me over at Double Yellow! Let's take a new direction together! Til next squeak,

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Here in CT, we are preparing as best we can for the oncoming hurricane Irene. We've got our bottled water, candles, and basic supplies. We've cranked down the temp in our fridge and freezer. We're currently making a hot dinner, and planning 2 other meals made tonight that will be good cold in the next day or so. For all my readers and friends in the path of the storm, we're praying for your

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Well, I'm stuck. My brain feels like goo most days, and although I participate (or at least lurk amongst) many fantastic intellectual conversations online (mostly Facebook), the idea of blogging about, well, anything beyond the random family update confounds me. Maybe it's the summer heat (91 today in Connecticut). Maybe it's still adjusting to life with 3 kids. Or maybe I'm just too dumb to

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A week and a half ago, our lives changed forever. My husband, my heart and soul, was hospitalized for 4 days. He was diagnosed tentatively with cardiomyopathy, and congestive heart failure. Prayerfully, we will find out more when he has an angiogram which will be scheduled at his cardiologist appointment later this month.While I believe with everything in me that God only gives what we can handle

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1st, I want to thank you all for your prayers and words of encouragement. These last 2 weeks have been quite stressful, and knowing friends were lifting us to the Lord made all the difference. Ladybug had her weight recheck this morning. According to both our pediatrician and all I could find online/in books, a breastfed baby of Ladybug's age should be gaining 1/2 ounce a day. Some quick math

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The last 2 weeks have been quite trying around here, and after much thought and prayer, I've decided to share about how we've been doing. On 3/25, we had Ladybug's 4 month well-baby visit. Although I had thought she was healthy and otherwise fine, she was labeled as failure to thrive (FTT). She had gained only 10 ounces in 2 months' time. According to him, that was less than half of what she

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Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.It's late tonight, so please forgive me if this post seems all to brief or somewhat jumbled.My heart is heavy tonight with a burden not my own. I've been blessed enough to never have lost someone dear to me. Yet God has called me to live out the above verse this night.Please join me in prayer if you read this. Let us lift up those who

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Sigh. It seems every time I get back in a mellow groove, free of Mommy Wars drama, there's an updated news release or headline that fans the flames.Today, the AAP released it's newly updated carseat recommendations for American kids and parents. With it has come an uproar in self-styled educational advocates, out to show just how ignorant the masses truly are.Lately, that has become my biggest

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Disclaimer: I am not being compensated in any way for the product reviews on the Maze. I have found over the last 3 years that I prefer to buy from home based businesses whenever possible. Often times the products, customer service, and attention to detail are far better than anything you could find in a major retailer. I love helping promote home based businesses because, let's face it,

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It's been awhile (consistent I am not) since doing one of Cat's Monday memes. So here I am, noticing it's a Monday and all, and I thought, "Hey! Let's do this thing!"1) What two colors do you think look the best together?This is actually harder than I thought it'd be. There's lots of colors I love and many that look great together. My 1st thought is a nice deep red with black or maybe silver. But

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My friend Kristy humored my Facebook call for blogging ideas. So, without further ado, here's what I'd do with a million cool smackers, tax free.The first thing that comes to mind is saving for the future. I assume that, done properly, $1 million can go a long way. So, take around $250,000 for savings/investment of some sort.I would donate 10% to the groups that helped us so much to not only get

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If you're a mom and part of Facebook or any online forum for mothers, then you've probably at least heard in passing about the controversy surrounding pictures of nursing infants."Oh the obscenity!!"I took this picture today while nursing Ladybug, who will be 4 months old this week.As I learned before her birth with all my internet research, NIP (nursing in public) is quite controversial. Both in

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Now that Ladybug is nearly 4 months old, I thought I'd revisit my feelings on different parenting techniques.I have become "that mom". You know her. The one you never really wanted to be but somehow find yourself walking in her shoes. The one you'd whisper about at the grocery store."See that chick over there? Look at her kids! I'd never raise my kids like that!"Yup, I am her. Much to my

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First, happy New Year! I realize it's been awhile since I've updated this blog. Life with 3 kids has been challenging, to say the least! I don't think Miss Ladybug is going to give me much time to type (she's sleeping in our BabyHawk and is waking up) so here's a quick recap of the last few months.Our sweet baby girl was born November 4, 2010 via scheduled c-section. Her birth was perfect!My

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As Ladybug's birth approaches, I find myself in the completely unenviable position of having to re-evaluate my parenting practices. Urgh. Don't you wish you were me right about now?Our boys were born when I was quite young, 20 and 22 respectively. The only thing Mr. P. and I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that we wanted for our parenting style was to do the polar opposite of our parents. That

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Before I launch into what's really on my mind, I want to share this link to give some background on my personal history with the battle over breast vs. bottle. Fearless Formula Feeder is an excellent resource for moms who formula feed while still being very pro-breastfeeding in nature.Now that you've (hopefully) read and gotten more insight into my own struggles, here's what's really been

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FAIL I SAY!Seriously, I don't know what I did but my last entry just got nommed up by teh intertubes. A good editor I am not. Clearly.Til next squeak,

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Many friends advised me that the easiest way to beat writer's block is to start simply. Hop on a blog train, or do a meme. Many also suggested various theme days.So, here I am, hopping back on Cat's Monday meme.1) How often do you whisper? Not too often. Mostly on Saturday mornings when my 6 year old wakes up at the buttcrack of dawn. And yes, I'm whispering to tell him to go back to sleep.2)

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I must say that I'm somewhat ashamed of myself for letting this blog go so very long without being updated. *totally embarrassed*A lot has happened this year. In March, we found out that God had chosen to bless us with our 3rd child. I'm due November 6th, but will be having a planned c-section before then.So much has changed in my heart after going through this trial of secondary infertility. In

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It's been quite a long time since I've done one of these. So long that when a friend mentioned she was getting a meme up and running, my first thought was "Hey, I used to meme along with Cat! Why'd I ever stop doing that anyway?" So, conveniently, it's Monday, and here's the meme!1) When were you most selfish? Least selfish? Hmmm, I don't know if I've ever been selfish enough to earn a selfish

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Ummm...So, I'm changing some things up. Clearly. If any of you have linked to me on your blogs, please let me know so I can do the same for you here. I've lost track of everything as I've been taking time off. Thanks everyone!Til next squeak,

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I'm infertile. I have a hard time saying that, even now. I know it in my head, but my heart screams out denials. When I first threw in the towel, followed God's prodding, and adopted quiverfull ideals (I'm still loathe to say "convictions"), I assumed I'd become pregnant shortly thereafter. Ha. I guess God had a lot more to show me than just trusting Him for my family size.Hebrews 11:39,40. This

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My regular readers will notice a new label that this post falls under. Today I joined a friend's message board and she has a whole section just for us bloggers! Now how cool is that?So, this week's assignment is the top ten of summer. Here goes nothing!1) I finally finished a real knitted project. Not a potholder. Not a test square. A real handwarmer. In soft army green wool. With ribbing!

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I'm a mother. I'm a Christian. I'm praying my 2 sons will grow to be strong in Christ. Frankly, I think any mom who is in Him would have that as a priority. Unfortunately, these days there's a battle brewing. It's a Mommy War out there.Mainstream vs. AP. Crunchy vs. soggy. Vaccinations vs. non-vaxxers. Breast vs. bottle. Cloth vs. disposable. Public school vs. private school vs. homeschool. Young

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So, if you'll glance up at my profile picture, you'll see that I'm fat. That's fat with a "f" not a "ph". There's a difference you know! (a cookie if you get that reference!)In the last 2 years, I had been diagnosed with high blood pressure. Back in February, we had a change of insurance, which also meant a change of doctors. Never my favorite thing. I put it off for months, even after my hbp

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I'm not a very good liberal. Honestly. Then again, I don't think I have it in me to be a conservative. So, where does one go from here?I've got that old sinking feeling that God's about to boot me in the behind to a new level of...something. Exactly what I don't know, but the feeling is there.It's been on my heart for awhile now that perhaps some of the things we've been going through as a family

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Sometimes, it not only takes me by surprise, but amazes me entirely the way God can speak to our hearts.In the last 5 months or so, I've been battling depression...again. In my life, I've been in treatment 4+ years for various mental disorders. And a few years ago, I thought, by the grace of God, I'd had it licked.Guess I was wrong.As I sunk lower into myself and the hurts I've been feeling, I

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Welcome to Random Rambling 101. No, you haven't lost your mind. But clearly, I'm losing mine. I'm known for my mouth. As in my mouth tends to get me in deep trouble. Each time I go through these periods where I am no longer able to keep my pie hole shut, I find myself praying. I usually end up telling God that I don't wanna be this way, that I want to be able to have the grace to shut the frig up

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1st, props if you know the song I stole the title from. 2nd, this topic has been swirling through my mind goo for a few weeks now. It's pretty hot button, so it'll fit perfectly here.I'm quoting from a friend's post on my message board. While I love what she said further on (it really REALLY challenges the way we as a church treat sin/sinners), I'm completely enamored of the basic concept as

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Right? Isn't that what we're taught in church? Stick a big red "L" on their shirts and let's all call it a day.It's no secret to most that I'm proudly liberal leaning. It's also no secret that the vast majority of the people I know are quite conservative.That said, it should also come as no surprise that I've been feeling lost and miserable, kinda floating along without friends.I have been

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There was once a time in my life when I'd would just talk a person's ear off, especially if I was going through some emotional turmoil.These days, I find myself withdrawing and turning to nothing in particular. It's an odd place to be. Sitting at the 'puter and staring blankly at the screen all day has not been fun.I keep thinking of the trip to Disney World my family took back when I was 11 or

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I don't know if anyone else feels like this from time to time. For me, whenever God is trying to teach me something, it involves waiting. Because I'm thick-headed, I rage against this spiritual load time. This poem just about ripped my hurting heart out but in a good way! I thought I'd share it for anyone else going through a period of waiting on the Lord.Wait by Russell KelferTil next squeak,

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It's been awhile since I last blogged. There's been a lot going on both in my head, and in my life lately. And since I am sick while typing this, chances are, not much will make sense. But hey, that's alright. I think sensical wordings are for the weak, and oddball trips into the fantastic for the brave hearted. Or just those trippin' on NyQuil.So like I said, I'm sick. We're all sick here at

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I'm not ashamed. I am totally in love with another man. I heart Norman Gentle!There is just no way you can't love this guy. Srsly. If nothing else, he has certainly put a smile on my face these last few weeks. I've always said my state (CT) produces a certain kinda strange. Thanks for proving my theory Nick! As a side note, did you guys see just how ticked off his dad looks at first? Yowsa. Now

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I got a new toy earlier last week. I really do feel like a kid in a candy shop! Yay for iPod Touch! I tell ya, there's nothing that makes feeling up your personal electronics feel quite so right.Til next squeak,

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Well, that was quick. I'm done with the basic outline of the board.Here we go.http://christianmomsunited.freeforums.org/Go check it out if you're interested. See ya there.Til next squeak,

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So I've decided to do it. Yup, I'll be starting my own message board/forum for Christian mothers.God, what am I thinking?!I've gotten a tremendous amount of positive feedback from friends, and I think it has the potential to be something wonderful. Right now, I'm feeling somewhat overwhelmed with all that needs to be thought of when designing your own place. I'm hoping to have it up and running

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Yeah, it's awfully hard to "speak your mind" when you've got one of those bad boys shoved down your throat. Ya know, metaphorically speaking. When you're like me, admitting that you have conservative friends is kinda like admitting you have a "funny uncle". Everyone looks at you all weird-like and you can tell they kinda wonder to themselves, "How much influence does Uncle Chester have on her?"

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It's been ages since I've consistently done Cat's meme (truthfully, it's been ages since I've done much of anything consistently) and it's time to get off my bloggy butt and back in the game. 1) Who is the least generous friend you have? Probably me. Honestly, I've been blessed to have an incredible bunch of friends who are generous not only with their money, but their time, hearts, and support.

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Then don't say anything at all. Remember, 'tis my Maze, and I decide what comments go through or not.Now, that said, I got some wonderful news this week. Mr. P. informed me that my SIL is getting married!Here's the happy couple:SIL popped the question, and K accepted. We're thrilled to have her as part of our family. It's funny to think of being young and in love again. Mr. P. and I were the

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I don't know about others, but I've always dreaded this scenario. The phone rings in the dead of the night. The tears, the sirens, and the words:"There was a fire..."Well, that was my reality tonight. My mother called just after 10pm with those very words. And as much as I don't get along with my younger brother, my heart dropped into my stomach just then. Oh Lord. Did my brother make it out?

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I've been debating with myself over talking about this. I'm forever second guessing myself. So, I'll take the plunge, and what will be will be.This past week, I had a word from God. That word was quite distinct. God told me to MOVE! Ah, but not move in the way I want to. Oh no. I prayed about it. I asked my friends their opinions and for their prayers. I asked Mr. P. and whined to him over it.

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Read the post title aloud. Now say it again. A little faster. Ok, just one more time.Now think about this:That's one kinky barnyard!That is all. Til next squeak,

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I'm weird and just thought I'd share how my carpal tunnel surgery turned out in the end.Here's a pic from yesterday, 36 days post-op:All healed, and fully functional. Hmmm. That sounds like something that Bobbit fella would've said, huh? Doh.Til next squeak,

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Yay! The first meme of the new year! Thanks Cat!1) What is the cause that you believe is the most worthy of all those available? I swear, if there were an "Eliminate stupidity from the general human population" ribbon, I'd wear it proudly. Why oh why Lord, did You see fit to give this earth so many morons?2) What problem is the most common among people your age? See above answer. 3) Who do you

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I've been told I have an inferiority complex. Yeah, no kidding. So, having recently joined Facebook, that dubious joy of a site that allows you to find more people than you ever thought you'd lost track of, that ol' "gosh I'm a loser" blues really set in.Honestly though, after finding an abundance of people (some I got along with, others I didn't, a few I hated) and seeing how successful they

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I've always been the type to get all reflective (inflective? inflictive? infected? bah.) at the close of the year. Perhaps it's because of the wild ride my life has oftentimes been. (heheh Mr. P., stole your blog title) Regardless, in years previous, I've kept my observations of the year to myself, but this year, I have the Maze! w00t! That means now I have all of you to annoy with my dorkitude.

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Punch...as in, I've been feeling punchy lately. And somehow, that just got worse. Waa-a-a-a-a-a-ah! My Smiley Central is on the fritz!Ok, now that that's out of my system...You'll notice, Dear Squeakers, that the Maze is sporting a New Year's theme. Poor Mousie, his office party got a little out of control this year. After all, no one pimps it like Mousie.Also, the music on my player may not be

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Sunday was...interesting. At least from a psychological point of view. And for those who know me well, they'll recognize that I'm forever over-analyzing things. Especially when those things involve my in-laws. I've been with Mr. P. for 9 years (in case you couldn't tell by the post title LOL) and in that time, well, let's just say I've had a hate-hate relationship with his family. The feeling's

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naejeirual over at Thinkin' gave me an award! (2 actually, but I'm taking 'em one at a time.) Go me! I met Laurie some time back on christianmom.com (keep reminding myself to get back over there and somehow I always forget) and she's one of those awesomely encouraging people who you just know is never going to look down on you.With this wondrous distinction come ponderous inquisitions. Mmmm

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of post-op, my stitches sent to me...a nasty lil pic to share with you all. Til next squeak,

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Well, all went well. Beyond anyone's expectations! I'm thanking God for being with me today, and providing for the ideal (dare I say...perfect?) surgical experience. Actually, if I weren't so stoned on percs right now, I'd be dancing with joy. Aside from feeling like I have a normal human hand again, the very best part was being treated delightfully human. Until you've had the horrible

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Well, today's the day. I'm leaving in about an hour for my surgery. While I'm excited at the prospect of not living in pain anymore, I'm nervous about the recovery. I've never been the type to rely on others for help in my personal care, and unfortunately, these next few days will leave me no choice.I'm also wondering now just what have I gotten myself into. Those ol' demons of self-doubt are

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Mwuhahahahaha! Dear Right Paw, soon you will be sliced open and violently rearranged!Mwuhahahahaha!In case you can't tell, I'm formally announcing my surgery date! I'm so excited to finally be getting this stinkin' carpal tunnel syndrome taken care of!I had my orthopedic appointment on this past Wednesday, and the doc greatly surprised me by getting me in for the surgery ASAP. Like Monday kinda

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Happy Thanksgiving, Dear Squeakers!Today, I have much to be grateful for. God has blessed us here tremendously in this last year.Speaking of which, doesn't it seem like 2008 just flew by? Crazy, huh? It really floors me to think that 9 years ago, Mr. P. was hoping I'd show up at the Turkey Bowl. Or 8 years ago, we were expecting Monkeyman and preparing for Mr. P.'s knee surgery. Or 7 years ago,

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Have I mentioned how much I hate politics, and all things associated with politics? Like, say, political agendas?I'm pro-choice. I don't hide and I don't apologize for it. Yes, I'm a Christian. I don't hide and I don't apologize for it. Guess what? It's possible to be both, despite what you may think.However, getting into a debate over all this BS will kill any joy you may have. Let me tell you,

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Typically I have some smarty-pants kinda title for my posts, but not today Dear Squeaker.Today I "overheard" an interesting conversation. (as much as one can overhear anything online)Someone asked if a person can influence what God will do, or change the course of what He's decided. In other words, can a person move God's hand? The example cited was Matthew 15:21-28, specifically NKJV.21 Then

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~It's me. Do You have time to talk over breakfast? Are You too busy this morning? I hope not.I've missed You.How are You? Is that silly? Do Your other kids even ask You that anymore? I know so many of us say we know Your heart Papa, but really, how are You today?We've been sick here, and always seem to end up running late getting out the door in the morning. What about You? Do You ever get

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You may just change your mind after reading this.http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-world-europe/20081117/EU.Britain.New.Word/Granted, I use "meh" quite a bit myself, and I'm one of those world class geeks who really does lolspeak BUT "meh" isn't worthy of dictionary status. C'mon people.Kinda makes you wonder what we'll see in about 15 years time.Til next squeak,

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I've been thinking about this. How many people do you know who've had their kids put into foster care? If you're reading this blog, then right now, you know at least 1. How many parents do you know of who've had DCF/CPS called on them? How about an opened case?Not many? Yeah, I didn't think so. Believe me, those of us who have gone through the wringer don't really talk about it. So...I've been

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WARNING: If you are conservative in any way, shape, or form, I HIGHLY recommend skipping this post. Or if you're sensitive to foul language, because I make no guarantees that I'll be able to keep it rated G. Actually, unless you're a commie liberal freak like me, just stop right here. No good can come of it, except for you choosing to send me a nice pipe bomb for Christmas, or perhaps some kind

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Spiders. Bleck. When you live in the ghetto, you find 'em everywhere. And when it's 1 am, you can't really shriek over it. OK, so I really shriek over the 8-leggers, but anyway, I digress.1:30 this morning, I'm in the bathroom. Think of it as my tuffet. It sets the scene nicely.Minding my own business, a SPIDER decides to invade my bleary-eyed privacy by crawling on my bathtub. I can't scream for

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So it's back to the meme, even though it's not Monday. Should be fun!1) What is the longest time you could spend alone with your significant other (and no one else) before needing a break or time with other people? Well, we have kids, so in reality we can't be alone for long stretches. But, hypothetically, a life time. Who's life time is another story.2) Has there ever been a time in your life

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I get inflamed and squish Jack's median nerve. Jack can't feel his fingers.Ye-e-e-e-ah, so I saw Fight Club for the first time last night. Holy smokes! If you've never seen it before, you don't know what you're missing!I will say that one should have a high tolerance for violence, foul language, and crude humor before considering watching this movie. However, if you fit that description, go for

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Happy Halloween, Squeakers!! I'm greatly looking forward to trick-or-treating later this evening with my friends and family. For those of you that celebrate Halloween, I hope you have a safe and enjoyable night.For me, this time of year (Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas) is the bestest time. I get so excited for my kids, and the new experiences they'll have. Heck, I get excited for myself!I

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Being ghetto, I've had to shop at Aldi's lately. I'll probably continue to shop there even after our finances improve though. That said, there's a problem to having cheaper food items available.That would be the dieting FAIL. Oy, have I failed. Between skipping the gym due to my carpal tunnel issues (ok ok so admittedly, part of that is a cop out...I'm afraid of falling on the treadmill if I

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Mr. P. and I have been having on-going conversations about people-in-general, Christians-specifically, and hypocrisy. Frankly, I'm all confuseded now.If you change your mind on something, you're a hypocrite. If you tell someone else to do/think something you don't or haven't previously, you're a hypocrite. And of course, Christians are hypocrites more than the general population. (hope your

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It's another Monday, and that means it's time to meme!1) Why do we give people hugs? I think it depends on the person hugging, and their background. Personally, I've hugged just to be closer to someone and enjoy their warmth (Mr. P. ), but I've also hugged just to get a cheap thrill. Ahh high school days. Then again, I hug my kids to comfort them, and I've hugged grieving friends in a similar

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At least that's what I'm calling my EMG/nerve conduction study that was done yesterday. The urge to shout "It's ALI-I-I-I-I-I-I-IVE!!" was great, especially when those godforsaken electrified needles were shoved in my neck.Seriously, although the experience was not as bad as I thought it would be, it's still pretty darn high on my personal not-cool-o-meter. Like a 9.5. Easily.I had gone in to

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"People who probably shouldn't be famous but for some messed up reason...are."What a file tab huh?This post may offend readers, but probably not as much as Mr. P.'s post on the same topic. Although, if you're not easily offended by coarse language, it may give you a chuckle.Let's have a little chat about famous people and how they got that way. Last night on TLC, the Duggar family's new series

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Rise, my minions! ROFL!I'm a dork and get a real kick out of the fact that now I have 4 followers of this silly lil blog.Props go to Mr. P., Cat, and Lori! Thanks guys for making my day today.Til next squeak,

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Melanie is the first squeaker to follow this blog! Woot woot! So guess what you win? Ermmm, your own post? Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks for making this lil maze (and me) feel special!Til next squeak,

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Mr. P. and I love going to the movies when we have the chance. It's not too often we get to go, but we almost always agree on what to see.Everyone I know is all a-flutter about Fireproof, which is apparently the fall's biggest chick flick. Bleck. Not my thing. I know that makes me a bad Christian, bad wife, bad woman, and probably a bad person in general that I find that movie just sappy and

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This week has flown by! So you know what time it is! Meme me baby one more time!1) If you had to exchange souls with someone you know for one day, who would you pick? Hmmm. Either Mr. P. so I could gain more insight into what makes him tick (incidentally, he's my Timex...don't ask), or one of the supermoms I know so I can see how it's done firsthand.2) When were you happiest to come home?

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Welcome to the Halloween edition of the Maze! We're one of those Christian families that actually really enjoys Halloween. Even after a few years of watching the hard feelings and division it can cause amongst people of faith, it still kinda boggles my mind.Anyway, I decided to have some fun with my little mousy friend as the holiday season nears. He's got his wittle punkin hat, and will be

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Have you ever heard the phrase, "live for today"? What do you first think of when you hear it? I know that because of my personal background, living most of my life as an unbeliever, I tend to think of people who're out doing crazy stuff. Ya know, druggin', drinkin', skydivin'. Well, definitely the first 2 at least.So now that I'm a Christian, how does my worldview change when I hear that phrase?

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I've started and stopped this post more times than I can count in the last week. And I've even changed the title a few times as well. There's been so much on my mind lately, and so few words to express it all.We as a family have come to a place of turmoil. Well, pick your "T" word, really. Trial, testing, turmoil, trouble. They all spell out the same thing. We're kinda S.O.L.You see, Mr. P.

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Looks like Cat has come up with a good one this week! I can't make any promises that my answers will be marvels of well-thought out prose because I'm still feeling quite punchy, but I'll give it my best shot.1) Are you a leader or a follower? Ha! Neither! I'm a proud slacker, lazing about in all my scrimshanker glory. I don't have what it takes to lead, yet I'm too stubborn-minded to lead. So

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Monday meme, full of Tuesday goodness. Yeah, it's just that good.1) What has been the most insincere expression of faith you have ever witnessed? Honestly, when I heard my dad converted to LDS (I heard this after his death), my first thought was, "Pffftt, yeah right."2) If you could paint each room in your house a different color, what colors would you paint them? And not have to pay extra on the

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After reading a lovely post of Mrs. Anna T's, I've been feeling rather sentimental all week.Today, Mr. P. and I celebrate 6 years of marriage. While it hasn't always been tea and roses, it has been the best years of my life. Hands down! One thing we've been talking about lately has been that our years together (9 years as a couple! Yowsa!) have created in us a bond that truly cannot be broken.

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Only in the ghetto can you get away with this at 9am.I'm sitting here, laughing maniacally while blasting some seriously bouncin' tunes from a few years ago. Yeah!Sometimes I revel in it. Just thought I'd share.Til next squeak,

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Well, no friggin' surprise here at all to those who know me.Should You Vote for Obama or McCain?Your Issue Profile: 56% Obama, 44% McCainTruth be told, you're not really satisfied with either of the candidates.You could vote for either of them. You are the typical coveted swing voter.You may want to narrow yourself down to a particular set of issues in order to pick your president.Or start

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Since there was no school yesterday, I thought it was Sunday. Oops. Here's another of Cat's Monday Memes done on Tuesday. Only 'cause I'm smooth like that.1) What would you change about your workplace? ~Well, since I'm one of them there keepers at home (yeah, so I'm unemployed...) I'll just answer this one and #4 as if my home were my job.~ I'd give myself some modern conveniences! Like a

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It's not often I blog about any subject that can remain entirely serious, but today I feel something comin' on. Perhaps I should go check my temperature?In the course of the last 2 years, I've read many articles on the subject of hospitality. Quite a few of them found at LAF. (see sidebar link) While interesting and yes, at times inspiring, these calls to Christian feminine hospitality left a bad

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In noticing many of us have gotten lax about regularly updating our blogs, a CMFer issued a friendly reminder to post. Shame on us, eh? Since my mind has been consumed by thoughts of fair food and brownies this last week, I asked for any random suggestions for a topic. Oh, this should be fun!Thursday is back to school day here for my kids. Oh thank God! I'm ready to rip my hair out after the last

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Wow, almost missed this another week running! It's time for a Monday Meme, courtesy of Cat.1) If you could have any number of siblings, how many would you have, and of what gender? Hmmm. Honestly, I'm not close to my brother, and can't imagine having a sibling relationship that is close. I guess in a sugar-and-honey-coated kinda dream world, I'd have a huge loving family like what you see with

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I decided to add one of those nifty little blog roll features in my side bar.If you're a frequent visitor, and would like to see your blog listed, just leave a comment with your URL, and I'll check it out!In the meantime, go read up on these other fine bloggers. You'll enjoy it, I promise.Til next squeak,

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-27671189150923274882008-08-15T13:20:00.003-04:002008-08-15T13:26:01.530-04:00

Crest for Kids is not so great for hemorrhoids, actually. And when you've got a ton of little white tubes of creams sitting on your bathroom sink, it's time to organize. And if you are yelling at your kids while squirting and applying any of said creams, it's best to either stop yelling at the kids, or stop squirting and applying. You know why? Because something's gotta give. And apparently today

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-10833684732377682952008-08-14T10:00:00.003-04:002008-08-14T10:37:02.635-04:00

So, we went to church last night. Why oh why oh why? Seriously, sometimes I wonder why I go against my gut instincts and do some things. It almost always comes back to bite me.Anyway, all of us, and I do mean all of us, loaded on up and headed on down for the Wednesday night services. It was only at the last minute that we realized it would be a guest speaker and not the regular pastor.It ended

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-48573097512644931162008-08-12T23:42:00.002-04:002008-08-12T23:49:29.721-04:00

As I look at the clock and calendar, I realize that my posting has been pretty lazy over here, and for that I apologize.You see, I've been going through a spiritual crisis of sorts. I kinda feel like God has unscrewed my head, shook out my brains and replaced them with cherry Jell-o. And I don't particularly like cherry flavored Jell-o.So, while I'm stumbling through this time of heavenly

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-3478510099113921672008-08-07T23:05:00.003-04:002008-08-07T23:13:30.939-04:00

...because I'm married to Johnny Test. Til next squeak,

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-77700358772211516472008-08-05T21:44:00.001-04:002008-08-05T21:47:11.956-04:00

Well, I'm not really on a diet. But I did join a gym last month. And let me tell you, there's nothing funnier than a 330 pound woman on a treadmill. Hmmm. Well, maybe these guys are funnier on a treadmill...Til next squeak,

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-23730888285747608732008-08-04T23:24:00.003-04:002008-11-12T23:30:58.798-05:00

Another week, another donut. It's Monday, and somehow I feel like the week is already over! Man, having the blahs sucks.Anyway, Cat has cooked up some more yummy meme goodness. Here we go!1) What one thing in your life best represents freedom to you? Mr. P. Honestly. He pulled me out of my nasty home life when I was a teenager, and that was true freedom.2) What musical piece makes you feel

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Most mornings, I try to start out with a cuppa, and hit the computer while the kids are doing whatever it is that they do. Usually, that involves destruction, random acts of violence, and of course, the cartoons that encourage it all. Today, while my coffee was brewing, I heard this coming from the living room:Did you catch the line?"He's got a super talking dog he takes every place who likes a

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Well, this week's meme should prove to be interesting. Thanks be to Cat, queen of all things, ermmm, question-able.1) If the Pope promised he'd do one thing you asked, what would you ask him to do? He has a choice. Either stop being Catholic for a bit (because I think it'd be hilarious to watch the Church go into a tailspin over it) or give me the Pope-mobile. 2) What one experience has

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-68257216811576867342008-07-24T22:43:00.005-04:002008-07-25T08:49:41.735-04:00

Melanie tagged me with the "six quirky things" meme!Here are the rules:1) Link to the person who tagged me.2) Mention the rules.3) Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about myself.4) Tag 6 other blogger´s by linking to them.5) Go to each person’s blog and leave a comment that lets them know they’ve been tagged.Oy vay. I don't think I even know 6 other bloggers! guess I'm a loser huh

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-64569073883940674982008-07-21T23:41:00.003-04:002008-11-12T23:30:59.256-05:00

It's another Monday, and it's time to meme! As always, thanks goes to Cat for keeping the masses entertained.1) What is the most disgusting thing you've ever had in your mouth? When MonkeyMan was a baby, he was on ProSoBee formula. Once, he spit up right into my mouth. Yeah. That.2) What is the boldest thing you've ever done? Well, I just put a bright violet stripe in my hair. Does that count?

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-70132708144576000632008-07-19T01:30:00.002-04:002008-07-19T01:47:51.591-04:00

I took a week off from teh intertubes this past week. OK so it wasn't exactly planned or intentional or any of that. It's more like I got caught up in, well, life and kinda forgot to turn on the 'puter at all this week.Actually, it was kinda nice. I spent some good time with the kidlets. I've been dorking out hardcore to the Avatar marathon all week long. And when I say hardcore, you have no idea

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-46551314709794259612008-07-13T15:44:00.003-04:002008-07-13T16:12:03.254-04:00

We're dirt poor these next 2 weeks. Just a few years ago, this was pretty normal for us. Now? Oy. It's been difficult to come to terms with the state of our bank account, and the moths flying out of my wallet. OK so there's not really moths flying out of my wallet, actually I don't carry a wallet, but the imagery is there, yes?On average, I spend $100 a week on groceries for this family, and

Mrs. P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11220151548514474405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595224148460368244.post-7099324792819114822008-07-08T22:31:00.003-04:002008-11-12T23:30:59.638-05:00

Another week where I'm chiming in late with my meme. It's been a not-so-cool beans kinda week around here, but I'm sure things will improve. Cat's questions always brighten my day, be it Monday, or even late on a Tuesday night.1) What is the craziest thing you ever did as a child or teen? Oh this is easy. We were 19 back then. Mr. P., bless his willing heart, got dragged (drugged? dragt? drugt?

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