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Tired Mama

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i work at a hospital, i raise kids alone, i make really good chili, i like to paint, i don't let my kids win at board games, i am allergic to my dog but keep her anyway, i want more for my life.
1月11日

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1月9日

Don't hate her cuz she's beautiful!

My oldest daughter got a hot iron for Christmas. An eight year old with a hot iron. Sounds dangerous, I know. But I do all the actually ironing, if you will. Still some of you may be confused. This is why my daughter needs a hot iron. She gets out of the shower looking like this.
 

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Before long the hair starts to dry and it gets bigger and bigger and bigger

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If we dont' get a hand on it soon, it could take over her little head.

So we break out the bow-bow box (what my kids call the box they keep all their hair pretties in) and we get to work. Tools for the job: Hairdryer, two brushes, hot iron, tea tree oil and lots and lots of patience and maybe a tissue or two for when she starts to cry after I have burned her ear or the back of the neck. I know it sounds like cruel and unusual punishment, but it is all worth it when this happens...

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See that long, luxurious, beautiful red hair? Yep, that's the same kid!

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Don't hate her cuz she's beautiful!

Clearly, this must stop

Over the past year I have lost about 47 pounds give or take a pound or 4. I didn't really do anything drastic, just stopped snacking late, drinking so much pop and decreased the portions of what I eat. Then I got a new job in October after being laid off at my other job. One of the first things I noticed about this new job, yes the first, is all the stinkin doughnuts around this place. If there is a meeting: doughnuts, a teaching conference: doughnuts, an interview: doughnuts, a depostition: doughnuts. Ok you get it. These people eat alot of doughnuts. I have become one of those people. I also add coffee to my high calorie breakfast most mornings. And this just isn't any coffee. It's the super-secret-I've-got-three-kids-to-get-off-to-school-and-it-is-only-9am-and-I-am-already-tired-coffee. And this special coffee isn't made by just pouring regular old black coffee to a cup and adding a little cream and sugar.....oh no.... this is special coffee after all. You must first sneak into the break room as to not be detected because the amount of crap i voluntarily add to my coffee before consuming it is a little embarassing, Then you add about half a cup of hot water to the bottom of the cup and throw in an entire package of hot cocoa. Then you must add a ton of sugar and a smidge of cream. Finally  you are ready to add the coffee. The sweetest smell is coffee and chocolate slowly mixing together. MMM can't you just smell it? Would you settle for a picture?

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Yep, there it is. Hello my dear sweet friend.

And see that long list there to the left of the cup. Well that page is the first of five pages, typed. And it is my to-do list for today. Guess I should be workin on that instead of this here blog huh? Ok, right after I go add more sugar to my coffee. Not quite sweet enough this morning!

1月8日

Was there life before Cinnamon Rolls?

I woke up very reluctantly this morning. I stayed up way too late and my seven year old snores way too loud. She has not been feeling well and even had to stay home from school yesterday. So when she stumbled into my room at 4 this morning looking miserable and adorable with pink flushed cheeks, there was no way possible to tell her no when she said, Mama can I sleep wit you? So I scooted over and made room for her. I then scooted over to make room for Cooper for how ever could he sleep in liv's bed without her. So there we were: me, my seven year old and her dog in a bed that I usually very much enjoy having all to myself. The alarm clock went off at 6 and I reached over to wake sleeping beauty. After many futile attempts I got in the shower deciding to save waking the natives until after I was a little more alert. I somehow made it sleepily through the morning and just about had everyone dropped off when the sinus headache started sneaking into my face. It is suppose to be 67 degrees today. On January 8. In Cincinnati. That doesn't happen. My sinuses are very sensitive. And my head is very achy. Last night I ran into the grocery store after picking Cori up from school. We had not picked up Emma yet or sick Liv from big Papaw's house. I was rushing and running as usual and so Cori took advantage of my weakness to beg me for Cinnamon rolls from the bakery. THEY ARE MY FAVORITE MAMA - YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE. And she is right. She does have quite the love for cinnamon rolls. So i caved and we bought cinnamon rolls. I brought one to work this morning and I heated it up slightly and carried it to my office with my sweet coffee. I sat at my desk and devoured my roll while reading emails. I know all things happen for a reason and I know that may not necessarily apply to breakfast pastry - but I know I was meant to have this Cinnamon Roll this morning. It is ooey and gooey and sweet and just what I needed and I may just love my middle child a little more for making me buy them.
1月7日

My 30 Sons

I mentioned in an earlier entry that I started volunteering for an innercity youth sports league. I have been doing this for the past 4 years, but becoming the coaches girlfriend somehow increased my work load considerably this year. More phone calls, more paperwork, more responsibility, and most importantly, more time with these awesome little boys, I now affectionately refer to as my 30 sons. We went out of town this season three separate times for different tournaments. For those of you that may not know, being an innercity team means we have no money. There is no financial backing, there are no fancy uniforms or bags for the boys, and we scrimp and save to go to out-of-town tournaments. Then why go, you might say. Because I did not mention that these boys are also really good. Out of 31 games played, they lost 1. Out of town trips consisted of piling as many boys into one room as we could, packing food along with us to heat up in the rooms, and making 7-8 hour road trips on a cold, stinky, bumpy school bus. But we did it. And we loved it. And I saw little boys walk through nice hotels and into packed stadiums in awe and wonder. Our practice field is just that...a field. No lights, no concession stand, no bleachers, no bathrooms. But we work hard and we are one big happy family. Along with football fundamentals we teach the boys the importance of school, being a good example and obeying teachers and parents. The boys are taught to be respectful of girls and to show good sportsmanship. Many of these little boys do not have dads and if they do they are in jail or too busy in the streets to make it to games or practices. They make me laugh, they make me cry and they make me very very proud. This weekend was the annual banquet. Again it was a little ghetto fabulous, going along with the no money theme, but mothers pulled together to make a wonderful meal and coaches pulled together to buy trophies. The boys were ecstatic and they made my heart swell. Finding time to volunteer can be daunting at times and sometimes I probably do not give 110% like I should, but I know working with these kids is changing my heart and this is the best part.........
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1月4日

I wish I was as thin as my avatar

Yahoo! Avatars

So this is my avatar. The one I made on Yahoo messenger. Remember the lovely little messenger I was telling you about here that allows you to hide your messenger within email? Anyhoo, my sister and I have become addicted to instant messaging eachother which has been really cool because we can remember to tell eachother all the goofy and sweet and silly things our families do throughout the day. And oh yeah, I get to vent to someone about the ninkempoops I work with. My sister and I even make over eachother's avatar's. Geeks, I know. So this is the latest avatar I created. Because I am a football nut. And because it is wildcard weekend. My boyfriend and I will watch hours upon hours of football and eat copious amounts of junk food and hopefully, luckily, amazingly the Steelers will win the playoffs so that said boyfriend will not be in a foul mood for the next 5 months. To get to the actual point of this rambling - I made this avatar and my sister said "Your avatar really looks like you". Its true I suppose. I do have brown hair and I do wear black framed glasses. And I have been known to rock a football jersey or two. I also tend to hold my arms like that for no reason. Okay I am kidding about that part but what I am not kidding about is... I would SO have that football field rug in my living room. I would ...shamelessly. But still that is not the point of the post. The point is... I think my eerily similiar avatar is way cuter and way thinner. All the plus size options they offer for the avatars are kinda goofy and not anything that I would wear. So though I may have cute black glasses and brown hair and green eyes and hoop earrings.... I am not as thin as that dagon avatar! That is my disclaimer.

12月27日

Middle Child Syndrome

This is my middle daughter. Her name is Corina Jane - Cori for short. She was born in February. On a saturday. She is quiet and a loner. She is the middle child. She doesn't get special attention for being the oldest, or extra attention for being the youngest. And she never ever complains when her sisters get to open birthday presents just 2 weeks apart in November and she has to wait all the way until February. She just kind of is. And that stinks I think. I worry about her as the one in the middle. Do i give her enough attention? Does she get enough love. This is my favorite picture of her. It was taken recently in my kitchen. She was wearing a robe given to her by a friend of mine. With a scarf for a belt. She could not find the belt that goes to it so she improvised. That's what she does. My youngest would have cried, my oldest would have pouted. But Cori? She just said, hmm this scarf will work just as well. She takes care of herself. Alot. And for that i hope she does not resent her mother. My new year's resolution is to show each daughter more time, more love and individual attention. My start is with Cori. I dedicate today's entry to her and the wonderful things that make her....her.                                         

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My 20 Favorite things about Cori:

1. She wakes up every morning with a smile.

2. She still sucks her thumb when she cuddles with her mommy.

3. She loves to sing and dance like no one is watching.

4. She takes up for her big sister when the mean girls in second grade make her cry.

5. She loves animals.

6. She has a very cute laugh from deep in her belly.

7. She looks like my sister.

8. She acts like a 6 year old, not a 6 year old going on 16.

9. Her favorite Christmas present? A big rig full of matchbox cars. Ahh a girl after my own heart. (I did not own a single    doll as a child)

10. She is named after my very very favorite movie (Corrina, Corrina with Whoopi Goldberg)

11. She always takes out the garbage.

12. She is thoughtful.

13. She loves, loves, loves to spend time with her great grandparents - which makes them feel very special.

14. She gets very excited about the small things in life.

15. She would rather eat fresh fruit than candy any day.

16. She sneaks in my bed in the middle of the night.

17. She pushes her baby sister on the swing at the park - for as long as she wants her to.

18. She is quarky like her mother. If she's tired? Why, she'll just lay down. Even if it happens to be in the middle of the kitchen floor, or the sidewalk, or the landing at the top of the steps.

19. She always always plays with the blind boy at her school at recess because she says no one else will play with him and she does not want him to be sad - "after all mama, he is just like me, his eyes just don't work" (I know, I got teary too)

20. She calls me mama.

  I love you Cori Bug!

 
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