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Now that Mom O Matic has come to an end, I hope that you will all come by and visit me at my new online home, gracie mack. It's where I'll be selling my handmade jewelry. To learn about new listings, vintage finds and crafting adventures you can like gracie mack on facebook or follow @tweetgraciemack on twitter. Hope you check it out! Thanks! Fresh Greens Sterling Silver Earrings at gracie

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It is time to move on and focus on the many new projects percolating in my head. Thanks for reading, commenting, emailing, and for coming back after I took some blogging breaks. I may pop up again with a new online venture some day. Momomatic has been a great adventure thank you for being part of it. Love, Tanya.

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A friend recently suggested that we do a "red dinner" for Valentines. She and her family had done them growing up and she swears that she even opted out of a few romantic valentines dates to stay behind for the annual dinner.So we did it! Pasta with red sauce, red jello, beets and red punch. Sure the table looked a little like a mob hit when everyone was done messily eating. But it was fun to

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I started my search looking for vintage coasters and ended up finding a variety of awesome old school numbered items instead. You just don't know where you will end up when you start wandering down the vintage shopping path on Etsy.  Mini Hi Ball Coasters - $65  Set of ashtrays - $25 Set of shot glasses - $12 Mod Clock Plate - $12

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Husband: What are you looking at? Wife: Porn. Husband: You are buying shit online again aren't you? Wife: It counts as porn if it gets me hot. Husband: A new throw pillow gets you hot? Me: Smok'n. Wife: What are you looking at? Husband: Amazon.com Wife: Since when does Amazon have nude threesomes? Husband: Since you started buying throw pillows with abandon. Wife: Carry on.

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My wonderful son has the immune system of a peasant living in the age of the bubonic plague and dining off of sewer rats. He gets sick so very easily. We do allergy meds and vitamins but the poor guy is a magnet for germ nasty. So he's home from school a lot. So much so - that I'm starting to suspect the school attendance secretary thinks I have Munchausen syndrome. Or that we are secret

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Drunk History, courtesy of Funny or Die, teaches us about Abe Lincoln and Frederick Douglass. Hilarious, and perhaps a bit too closely resembling the history lessons I've given in our own home.

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People in my town are muttering under their breath. They have furrowed brows and scowly frowns. Because a blight has come to our little village. A visitor that came clad in the seemingly innocent guise of childhood, industry and good deeds. And this visitor brought with her the curse that has every mother on the school playground staring at each other, confused and sugar dazed. Until someone

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So I sell handmade jewelry. And my friends sell Gigi Hill bags, Pampered Chef kitchen gadgets, Tastefully Simple dip mixes, Avon makeup, Lia Sophia jewelry and even Passion Party sex gear. Yet another friend hosts spa parties where her spa technician friends come to give massages and manicures to all of us for a fair price. So I've come to the conclusion that while we all feel we are earning

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These printable valentines are cuter than what's at Walgreens at 4pm on Feb 13th I guarantee ya! Grab some card stock and crayons and make these tonight if valentines are still on your to-do list or if you find yourself running a few cards short. The Animated Woman's super clever Lil' Valentines! She has both a color and a black and white (so your kids can color them in) version on her website.

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A very similar scene played out at a McDonald's Drive Thru not so long ago.....This time our protagonist - that's me - is calling in a prescription refill to her local Walgreens. Pharmacist: Thank you mam. Can I help you with anything else? Me: No, well yes actually. Did you know that while I was on hold, waiting to talk to a pharmacist, the music that was playing, the hold music, was I Want

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Husband and I have been making out. Lip rassl'n, snogging, sucking face, mashing, rub'n cotton, etc. I'm not exactly sure what sparked this tonsil hockey revival but I suspect it came out of the desire to generate warmth as the snow has unstoppably piled up to the tip top of our window ledges this month. Romance and blue balls sparked by an unending winter. But it's lovely and I encourage

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Awhile back I was talking about how awesome Mike Sack's book Our Bodies Our Junk was. The book that parodied the Our Bodies Ourselves manual that every self respecting liberal mother traumatized her child with back in the late 1970's/early 1980's. Well Mike was nice enough to send me an advance copy of his upcoming book Your Wildest Dreams, Within Reason and asked if I wouldn't mind talking

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We're waiting for the snow. Chicago Snowstorm 1935 The epic 2011 Chicago snow, the historic snow, the storm that is supposed to contain thundersnow and is coming our way today! In order to prepare for the blizzard I went shopping. And as I stood behind like minded pantry stockers bearing worried expressions, their carts filled with bottled water, batteries, bread and milk, I wondered...was I

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There are many things in this life I don't understand, they simply don't make sense to me. Most especially...drinking games. I guess once upon a time drinking games sort of made sense. Back when I thought the taste of alcohol was disgusting and something I had to drink to muster up the courage to try and do the Molly Ringwald Breakfast Club dance. But now, I like alcohol. A like it a lot. There

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I was cleaning the playroom the other night when I noticed a box of kitchen matches sitting on the shelf. Matches I had brought down earlier in the day to try and make the joint smell nice because our vacuum broke down mid-suck and emitted this burny smell that I'm pretty sure is exactly what Brimstone smells like. Not wanting the playdate that was coming over to think I was sending the kids into

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Domino's Pizza has these new and incredibly annoying commercials. They confuse me too much to adequately explain them so I'll just quote a friend, "Domino's stop tricking people. I get that you needed some new ads, but if you drive me to the middle of nowhere to show me tomatoes I will kick you in the balls." Now what Domino's should be doing is hiring employees like this one to make their ads.

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I'm lying on the couch cuddling with my daughter. She's wearing my wedding ring, spinning it on her little finger and watching it sparkle. So I ask her, "Do you want to get married some day?" "No", she says, "I'm going to find a guy and then when you die I'll take your house." Love her.

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One of the songs I've got on repeat while I work on some fun new crafty projects... Updated: Are you checking out Amy Sedaris's crafty channel on Youtube? It's a thing of beauty and not to be missed! I got to meet her and listen to her talk about crafts at a BlogHer conference and have been girl crushing on her ever since.

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There used to be a time* when I trusted other people's perceptions of myself more than I trusted my own. If someone said something negative I believed in it. Like they had secretly scored a front row seat to the "Tanya is an asshole and let me tell you why" production my brain put on every night when my head hit the pillow. And the anxiety of being "found out" racked me daily. So when it was

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Hold these balls please. I know you're busy but I need you to hold the balls if you want to get this done tonight!Ok now keep your finger on the balls while I hold the stem.Stop, stop your fingers are on my stem, keep them on the balls! Whoops, I forgot my stick - can you keep two fingers on the balls and then reach down to the floor and grab my stick. But don't take your fingers off the balls!

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I have this friend that is incredible and lives much too far away. She's well read, intelligent and able to listen to an explanation of where I am in life or what I'm struggling with and then give me back dead-on, beautiful insights. I can share what makes me sad, frustrated, overwhelmed, helpless and so on. And she always hears me out, dismisses all the ways that I've managed to insert how awful

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This past holiday I ordered several fantastic garden markers from a shop called Monkey's Always Look on Etsy. The artist, Allison Cecil does a great job with custom orders too. So if you have a special phrase, thought or family name you would like her to hammer into the spoons she will do that for you. I even ordered a few extra large serving spoons so I could fit longer song lyrics onto them. I

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I have to preface this story with the fact that my husband is the sweetest guy you will meet. He'll shovel the driveway, help you fix your car, hold the door for you and is in a good mood 360 out of the 365 days of the year. He is basically the opposite of me who would rather pay the neighbor kid to shovel and can turn a mood ring black in seconds flat. My point is that my husband is nice. Super

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We had big plans for the week after Christmas. A dinner party with friends one night was going to be followed by a bar hopping date night the next. And then our annual family New Years Eve party - nieces and nephews in the basement, aunts and uncles upstairs. Everybody parties a little too much, sleeps over and eats donuts together in the morning. Instead, a vicious stomach flu took us out one

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I love that this went to the police. No matter that a bucket of warm water would have wilted those frozen wieners in hot second. Found via Dlisted.

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When I was pregnant with our first child I had fantasies of being an exclusively wood toy only family. "No, no.." I would graciously say when offered a Polly Pocket, "Our children only play with incredibly expensive wooden toys carved by contrite Germans."  I would explain that our children, who also never wore acrylic fireproof licensed pajama sets, enjoyed spending hours sliding and clicking

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Pretend that I am your grandmother. I'm your grandmother and I've just entered that phase of life where I can still remember your name but have given up censoring thoughts, observations and advice when we speak. I've just given you a cup of lukewarm Ovaltine and slid a bowl of dusty hard candies that have been stuck together into a ball since 1982 across the wood Midcentury Modern dining room

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Somehow I managed to get myself into a kick ass cookie exchange. All these fantastic cooks that can whip up things like homemade biscotti and hazelnut lace cookies. It is a score, let me tell you. I walk away with a variety of treats that I could never make myself. The winner of this years best tasting prize was a no-bake cookie that tasted just like a Frango mint candy. It was so good, so easy,

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The other day I was at Target, because where the fuck else would I be right? And it dawned on me that I might not be projecting the Christmas spirit that I was at that moment in pursuit of. I was squinting at tiny price tags, scrunching my face up as I tried to access the part of my brain that solves problems like, "Does Jane like vanilla scented candles or did she say they activate her gag

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I must confess I am absolutely hooked on "educational" cable channel programming. The shows on The Learning Channel, The History Channel, A&E fascinate me to no end. I feel inspired to offer critiques to the stars of these shows in a way that I never have with regular network television. Strangely enough they don't seem to hear the helpful questions and observations I yell at the screen. Which is

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With family in Wisconsin and Illinois, husband and I are rich in Midwestern traditions. Here's a few that we find charming and amusing.  The Basement Shower The basement shower is a small, plastic stall usually located near the laundry room but if your relatives are well-to-do it may be in an actual powder room. The purpose of the stall is to keep the real upstairs bathroom clean of course.

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Last night husband and I were drinking a beer from Trader Joe's called Simpler Times. Apparently, in simpler times they made their beer with a 6.2% alcohol content. I'm guessing that's because in simpler times you didn't go to therapists or use serotonin reuptake inhibitors you just drank harder. And because it's always a good idea to go on the internet after you've been drinking, I started

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Ever since I turned (gasp, choke) 39 and husband started fast approaching (why do men age so much better?) 40 -  we have noticed that we keep repeating the same shit over and over. So we decided to start writing the aforementioned shit down, thus creating the oldass list. And after reading the oldass list it was clear to us that the biggest challenges of getting older are - trying to understand

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The super talented animator JC Little thought it would be fun to ask her friends and online buddies to draw some pictures of her for a change. See the sweet and generous JC is always drawing other people. She even launched a new series called YOU, where she randomly picks a person and illustrates them. So her idea was that we might all imagine what her upcoming Cuban vacation with her 10 year

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Last night, I looked at husband wearing his free beer tee shirt, flannel pajama pants, black socks and leather sandals. And then he looked at me wearing my too tight yoga pants pulled up all the way under my armpits cause it makes me feel like my tummy is flatter that way and nothing but an old bra on top. And then we looked at our kids, one sleeping with their finger up their nose and one

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Santa? Do you want to talk about it? No? Do you want to explain why the reindeer are hugging each other and talking about forming a support group while the elves nurse their eggnog hangovers? Well, no more will be said then. But someone needs to help Mrs. Claus. She fell asleep in the workshop after building a fortress of battery operated rocket ships around her and declaring that you

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Why it's best not to stay awake waiting for Santa... Uh, St. Lucifer? Found on ebay in The Hot Attic's shop. Who notes, "It has an on/off switch on the butt"....if you dare!

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This is not the Santa you want coming down your chimney in the middle of the night.And if he does...it's safe to assume you've been very, very bad this year. Vintage card found in Lulubecs Etsy shop.

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I found Naked Santa in TracieNicole's Etsy shop. All the pictures were taken by her and not cropped or edited by me at'tall!

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Every year about this time I start rolling through the pages of Etsy and Ebay looking for vintage Christmas decor. And I've found some golden scores, like a cardboard fireplace with flicker flame logs that we'll be setting up this year..swoon. But I also find some very strange and curious vintage Santas during my hunt. And when people make a listing for Etsy or Ebay they tend to take multiple

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Found via the CB2 catalog.

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I am woken up every morning by the sweet, soprano and very enthusiastic singing voice of my daughter. She runs through any and every song that has ever entered her tiny consciousness. Favoring Kindergarten counting songs that are the endless equivalent of 99 Bottles of Beer On The Wall. And occasionally throwing in a verse or two from What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor, lyrics compliments of

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Thank God I found a gummi brain in time! Do NOT eat that bowl of candy corn I just counted it! That better be a milk dud stuck to the ass of your $40 Star Wars costume son. Should I sew two apricots together to make an ear? Do not, I repeat do NOT pee in your costume! I'm questioning whether or not unpopped popcorn feels like teeth....feel my teeth, now the popcorn, now my teeth. You think?

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FYI - If you are a on a budget and at the pharmacy and hesitate when you are forced to choose between birth control pills or a pile of chocolate bars the pharmacist will raise an eyebrow at you. And if you suddenly remember that you have a stash of forgotten cash in your coat pocket and then say, "Score! No babies AND I get to keep the candy!" his upper lip will curl up just a tiny bit.And if

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The other evening I decided I was going to make meatloaf for dinner. I got it started, then realized I had no breadcrumbs. So I Googled in order to find out some alternatives and discovered a recipe called Cracker Meatloaf. And thought, "That could totally work. We're white and we like meatloaf. Done!" Only we didn't have the saltines the recipe called for, we had the mini Ritz crackers with

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I have made no secret about my love of vicodin. A love that ensures we never, ever have it in our house. It's yummy delicious stuff that generates a feeling of "all is well and I hold all the secrets of the universe" for me . My sister swears that yoga enthusiasts also get this same zen from those pretzel poses I can never seem to twist my body into. And if this is true, I have a hearty new

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I was recently at a school Halloween party planning meeting brainstorming about crafts, snacks and treats for the upcoming party. And while doing so we were reminded a few times to be mindful of allergies; peanuts, dairy, etc. We eliminated a few ideas because of allergens. And I confess, there was a moment where I thought "Really? Really?" Then a few days later I was chatting with some parents

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I was searching online for "Kid's Halloween Craft Ideas" today and this popped up. Tempting as it may be to walk into the planning meeting with a box of Super Plus and a pack of Googly eyes - toss them on the table and say "Done." I think I'm going to have to stick with construction paper pumpkins.

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Every night for the past week, round about 2 in the morning, our daughter has been coming into our bedroom. She comes in with big, wide eyes and tells us about how she's seen a ghost in the house, or in our room, or in her brother's room. Then with her fears safely passed on to mom and dad, she snuggles between us and passes out. But once wakened with a ghost story I can't really fall back

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Have you ever noticed how when you drive through McDonald's there are often 3 voices taking your order, usually a mix of male and female? One asks if you want to try a special, the other tells you they are ready for your order and then another actually takes your order? Well I have taken note of this and decided to figure out what the business strategy was. Am I supposed to feel more taken

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Due to some Noah's Ark, Al Gore's Global Warming type flooding, our basement office and playroom has been out of commission for more than a year. It flooded, we redid it. It flooded, we redid it. It flooded, aaargh! But bit by bit, paycheck by paycheck we've waterproofed it. Then sat yoga style on the floor staring at the walls every time it rained making sure we had filled every crack

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The other day I stopped by a friend's house for a chat. When I got there she was chilling out and eating a bowl of cereal while feeding her baby. Her preschool daughter was quietly playing in the same room, stringing colored paper clips into a necklace. The house was pretty and tidy but not crazy company clean. It was serene, relaxed and unhurried. She was smiling and welcoming. And so of course

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A friend turned me on to Garfunkel and Oates and I officially adore them. They are like my beloved Flight Of The Conchords, only sweeter and more melodic. Enjoy! Sex With Ducks (a response to Pat Robertson saying that legalizing gay marriage will inevitably lead to legalizing sex with ducks) Some other great ones (some get risque so be forewarned and get ready to laugh...) Pregnant Women Are

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The other night I felt an urge to play dress up. Put on something pretty and see if I could lure husband away from the Bears game. So I pulled open my dresser drawer and looked inside to browse my selection. My "selection" was comprised of 4, $10 white or gray cotton bras from Target and 8 pairs of cotton bikini underpants (8 because they come in packages of 4). So HOT. Do you need a minute to

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I started getting up early to drive my son to school some time ago. It's my attempt to be a grown up and smell like soap and perfume by 9 AM. (In lieu of my usual scent of morning breath and middle age) And it's alright I suppose, this being productive in the morning routine. But man does getting up early make me cherish the times when I do get to linger in slumber. I run my fingers along a set

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I bought some new eye drops yesterday, they are after all a standard item in the overserved overtired mom's toolkit. And I decided to try some Rohto cooling eye drops for the first time, they were on sale and the cute packaging grabbed me. Little did I know that "cooling" was going to be an extreme understatement. So later that same day I'm hanging with husband on the couch and I remember I have

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I'm just gonna fess up, I like Kate Perry. She's cute and retro and she has great boobs. And I think she sings too. I'm not sure what the original air date for Hot and Cold on Sesame Street was but I'm confident that a lot of dads confused their kids when they kicked them out of the room so they could watch this very special Elmo alone.  Update: Sesame Street yanked Kate Perry's video (below)

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I do Jillian Michael's Shred Routine..once. The results: The first day I tried Shred I managed to make it through by promising myself I could stop at the halfway mark, then just after this next rep, and the next until I did it all. I was woefully unprepared, had no floor mat, and beat the hell out of my knees and tailbone throwing myself onto the hardwood to do sit ups and push ups. Hell yeah I

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Isabella Kallman turned me on to Aardvark On The Sea and I'm in looove. As soon as I dig up enough quarters in the couch I'm ordering this amazing letterpress print (Above), framing it and putting it right next to the front door. "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." - Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho - 1983. UPDATE: The broken link is fixed, click away to Aardvark

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I applied the "1960s" effect to the picture above with Picnik. This particular picture looked quite lovely in it's original state but I adore that I can make it look retro and cozy with Picnik. If you don't already use Picnik to spruce up your photos you really should check it out. They'll charge you a very small fee (maybe $5 a month) to sign up for the full service. Full service includes the

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Snippets from a phone conversation with my dearest friend Gwen, who lives "across the pond". Her: So I just picked up the girls from this awesome mountain climbing expedition they did in Switzerland, they had a great time! Me: That is awesome! I just picked up the kids from karate. Son accidentally throat kicked the instructor. ******Her: I bought a great piece of fish at the fresh air market

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Husband is breathing in the slow, rhythmic way that tells me he will soon be asleep. I'm safe and spooned up next to him, my brain reviewing the day and thinking deep thoughts. Me: Hey, you asleep? Him: Mmm, what, what's wrong? Me: I was thinking about something and I wanted to talk to you about it.Him: (Sitting up, rubbing eyes to shake off the sleep) What's going on? Me: I feel.....that I can

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So I've gotten into this habit of baking at around 8 at night. Husband puts the kids to bed and I start making things that require butter, flour, chocolate and just about everything else that would make your Weight Watcher's counselor have to breathe into a paper bag with her head between her legs. The kids hate this new late night baking routine. Because just as they are falling asleep they

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About a week ago an old classmate contacted me via Facebook, Denver (DJ) Hinkle. We went to a very small school together, Kindergarten through eighth grade with a graduating class of under 50. We all knew each other from the time we carried metal lunchboxes through the parachute pants wearing 1980s. And DJ emailed wanting to catch up, brag about our kids and talk about where we ended up in life.

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Why is it that fall weather is so energizing? Put a cool breeze in the air and suddenly I want to leap up and organize my spice drawer. A crisp day and you couldn't stop me from refolding the towels perfectly so if you wanted to. And once those leaves start crunching underfoot I'll be damned if I don't pick up that quilt I started last year at about this same time. Fall makes me want to light

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A friend and amazing photographer, Sarah of Oliphia Photography,  took some great shots of us at a local forest preserve. She has an incredible eye and I was really excited to have some beautiful and relaxed pictures of of my awesome family. Here are a few of my favorites... This picture of daughter and husband melts me. Without a doubt that man is our anchor and compass in this life. I love

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I am now waking up at an hour that I haven't greeted since I had a newborn to feed, or a plane to catch. In other words, it's been years since I was up this early. My eyes are so weighted down that even blinking takes effort. My hair is Medusa like on one side and smushed flat on the other. There are remnants of mascara, but only under my right eye giving the effect of a prize fighter that lost

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Most days I feel like, "not bad, s'alright" when I survey the house. Sure, there might be an avalanche of heel piercing Lego's on the kitchen floor but it's a floor I'm pretty confident that I wet mopped sometime this week. And watching Hoarders tells me that as long as there are no dead, flat cats layered in the junk I'm holding my own as a haus frau. Then a spontaneous dinner party happens. A

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The winnahs of the Dirty Dirty Sex Book Giveaway, a copy of Our Bodies Our Junk are..... Oh The Joys and Fivefiveohseven Enjoy ladies!

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See, even Paula Deen can get behind a good spicy butt massage.$3.99 TJ Maxx.

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Son has been looking wild eyed at the end of his second grade day. He has listened, he sat still, and by God if he doesn't get to run and scream he'll start twitching. But please feed him intravenously while he does this because he is STARVING too. But he also needs downtime, time to shut out everyone and zone. And he needs all these things at the same time.Daughter walks out of school jacked up

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When I first started this blog there were a few topics percolating in my head. I had maimed myself trying to trim my bikini line. I wanted to confess my deep and shameful love for Vicodin. And I wanted to talk about how I wrote "I wiped up anal butter" on my bath towels.Good topics. Riveting news. And there was no way in hell I was going to use my actual name as a byline. At the time I was doing

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Ever so long ago my mother walked into my bedroom and handed me a copy of Our Bodies Ourselves. She smiled and said, "Let me know if you have any questions." and left the room. Questions? Oh I had a few. Namely, why where there so many afghans in the photo backdrops and why was everyone looking at their vaginas with hand mirrors? I suspect that indignantly asking my asking my mother how exactly

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Once upon a time, back in the mid 1980's I wished for a Coach Purse. Truthfully, I wanted many such Coach Purses. Like our ancestors once dangled fur pelts from their waist, I longed for enough purses that I could consolidate all the multi-colored Coach tags onto one bag. One bag of status. They would match, and yet clash, perfectly with the stripey Benetton sweater and Esprit jeans I fantasized

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My birthday is coming up in a few days. The big 39. I'm a Virgo, though technically not a virgin since the summer of 1990, my favorite color is a golden glowy yellow and I accept all alcoholic beverages from moonshine to fine wine should you wish to celebrate with me.The wisdom of my years you say? Share with you what I've learned on the long and twisty road of my 39 years? Well, I've heard

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Actual text exchange between my husband and I:Me: I'm not wearing any underwear.Husband: That's because you haven't done any laundry this week.Me: Exactly.Husband: Hot.

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The world spins off it's axis for me sometimes. Too much on my to do list, too little money in the account, too much muchness. And when this happens, it feels like I see life through the paper lens of one of those pretty spinning lamps that casts shadows on the wall. All these pictures flying past my field of vision and I can't seem to focus enough on any one lovely perspective enough to

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A Twitter buddy and crazy talented animator, @littleanimation, was talking about the Cornwall Tan. How surfing in Cornwall in a wetsuit leaves you with a white body and tan face. Sort of like a working man's tan only even your neck is snow white. And you are surfing. In Cornwall. Apparently, this means there are loads of hot, swarthy, Cornwall surfer dudes and it led us to imagine how they might

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A few months ago I discovered a pleasure that has me hooked, begging for more even...the ass rub. See I had this shooting pain down my right ass cheek and right hip that would not go away. So one night I threw myself across husband's lap, heiny cheeks facing upwards, and begged for a good hard platonic rub down. He delivered that night and for several nights to follow until the tush and hip pain

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This summer hours were spent sitting poolside with my feet dangling in the water, listening to my kids laugh and play. We eschewed over planning and let play dates just kind of happen, and had some great ones. Husband and I started enjoying a spontaneous cocktail hour after the kids went to bed and it's been lovely to end the day having a drink with him and laughing together.But..it's almost over

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Me: Argh! I just put the very vital stuff that I NEED right THERE and now it's gone! The kids are outside so clearly you are the person who moved my STUFF! It had to have been YOU!Husband: dum-de-dum dum...Me: (Through tears of laughter) Sorry man.(Thank God for humor. Otherwise we marrieds would surely kill each other in cold blood over missing to do lists and our own entitled absurdity eh?)

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I'm not sure if the nonstop, Florida like humidity has caused a brain rot to set in. Or if the flood gas from our recent over the top storms have made me all swampy. But I'm having a hard time thinking up a good blog post. So I thought I would just do a top 10 list to keep things moving along, I hope it amuses you!Top 10 Things That Made Me Laugh Out Loud This Week.1. Someone sent me a meme

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I pick out gifts for Carnival lovers over at TryHandmade.Also, true story, my children were at a festival a few towns over the other day. And they recognized one of the carney operators from a different festival earlier in the summer. A sign that I may be dragging the kids to too many carnivals perhaps? Or just their good fortune to make a friend with a smattering of teeth that gives them free

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I imagined that when one of my closest friends came back to the states for a visit I would break down in big hiccupy sobs when I first saw her. Kind of a mixture of happiness, relief and letting go in the way you only can with someone who knows you inside out. I hadn't seen her since she moved away to Switzerland this past January.But when we met I was completely dry eyed. Big hugs, so happy to

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For the past decade I have studiously avoided having my picture taken. This is what happens when you are both insecure and considerably overweight, you run away when someone pulls out a camera. Or grab on to a nearby blowup sex doll to distract the picture taker.And while I am obviously (cause I keep talking about it) proud of my weight loss, I'm still iffy about photographs. But as I was

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Come closer. I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Ready? You can't tell anyone I said this kay?Sometimes...my kids are assholes.Shhhhhh. Of course they are amazing, beautiful creatures with souls filled with cotton candy, rainbows and roses. Their kindness blows me away more often than not. And intellectually I recognize that they are supposed to be driven by their egos, or Id's. A

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If you are just now tuning in I'll catch you up. I decided that I would give something up for a week, hence One Week Without was born, and then write about it. Why? Sort of a study of human nature/sociological deprivation experiment. Also, I live in the suburbs and it gets kind of old just going to Target all the time for entertainment. My first "without"...Twitter!As predicted, without Twitter I

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A new column is up at Try Handmade!My sister entered the dating game recently, and I give her advice via my selections. And despite the temptation I did not suggest this awesome card from Earmark's Etsy Shop.

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Husband: I think we should play dress up.Me: How so?Husband: Like, with costumes. You know...Me: Oooh. Like you could dress up in a Merry Maid outfit and clean the house? Oh God, let's do it.Husband: That's not quite what I was thinking...Me: Could you dress up like the guys from the lawn service? Maybe weed the garden and mow the lawn. Then I'll bring you lemonade. Oh baby.Husband: Yeah..and...

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It's no secret I love a good carnival, festival or 4H tent. I'm not sure why I breathe deeper when the scent of funnel cake is in the air, but I do. Here are a few photos from our latest festing experience:They had crafts.Notice to the right of the sign is a suit of camo (w/machine gun) to dress up your front door goose with.And please show you are proud to be an American...uh, by carrying around

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"Uh, yeah honey I'm just gonna sit right down next to you, watch the game on my TV hat and cuddle while you watch Army Wives. Look, I even made you your own bowl of popcorn so you don't have to use mine."

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Happy 4th of July to all! We hit the local Brookfield parade this morning and I was crazy proud that my kids knew to stand up when the soldiers walked by. Son even saluted. Though I admit I am nervous for some of those vets once Brookfield gets started with their never ending fireworks. I picture of few of the shakier ones reliving Nam as the last KABOOMs sputter out around 2am. We plan to swim,

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When I get mad I like to shoot stuff. And while hitting a local firing range is so on my list, for some reason my family is hesitant to allow me around live ammo. But point me towards a video game that has a plastic rifle or shotgun attached by a curly cord and I am all over it. I will bag that cartoon deer. I will assassinate those zombies. I will annihilate aliens. And all the while I'll be

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The other night I was trying to explain to husband why I had to log on to the computer before bedtime to @ someone back on Twitter. What conversation was so important he wanted to know?"Well I tweeted about making tapioca and leaving out the little tapioca balls by accident. People commiserated. Then someone backed me that tapioca is best eaten warm. So, score cause that totally settled our warm

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I created a gift guide for one of my favorite subjects, vintage playgrounds. Click on over to Try Handmade and check it out!

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The other day I accosted a guy on a Harley. Well that's not entirely accurate, I pulled up beside him at a gas station so I could tell him a story. See his backseat lady had been reading a big hardback book while he drove. She did so by using his back as a wind blocker slash book stand and it absolutely melted my heart.When I was a girl my dad used to take me fishing on the back of his motorcycle

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I love the idea of welcoming your spouse with a big hale and hearty "Hello!", followed up by hugs and kisses. It's something the kids already do, run to the person who has been gone for all day or for 15 minutes getting milk and smother them with love. So the grownups should do this too right?This is how it usually goes:Husband: Hellooooo! (kids attack him)Me: (Furiously trying not to burn

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