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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Things that go bump in the night......
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Well, it was bound to happen, and this morning it did. I was sleeping peacefully and all of the sudden heard a loud thump followed by whimpering and crying. My LittleMan had fell out of the bed. He sleeps with me and usually is a very sound sleeper, but last night LuckyHusband was at work, so there was no barrier on the other side, and he wormed his way to the edge and fell off. The funny thing is that it scared me more than it did him. It didn't even wake him up. He was whimpering and crying in his sleep. As soon as I picked him up, he cuddled with a pillow and was out again. WHEW!
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Here's a picture courtesy of the idiot driving in front of me last week and will be followed promptly by a rant.
Picture:
Bumpersticker
Edited to add-It says "At Least I can Still Smoke in My Car"
Rant:
Who the hell cares? I mean really...if you smoke, congratulations on sparing me from paying Medicare and Social Security on you until you are 100, but as long as you don't blow in my direction, I couldn't give a shit less. I don't really understand why smokers feel that not being able to smoke in public places infringes on their rights. I don't want their damn smoke in my lungs. If that's a problem, maybe they should stay home more often. I don't get why people feel entitled to ruin my lung capacity in the pursuit of their early grave. I don't have a problem with smokers honestly, LuckyHusband is one of them (unfortuately). I respect your right to smoke. I know that I don't look especially flattering with my fat rolls, but I think I have the right to inhale Ding Dongs and McDonald's fries whenever I want. I don't however, feel the right to shove them down your throat and clog your arteries in the process. I guess it's a matter of respect, who knows. But, honestly, smoke in your car all you want. I don't give a damn.
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Another Picture:
This picture proves that yes, I live in redneck world. How tacky do you get?
Redneck
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Site of the Day
Go visit Lainie and tell her hi for me!!
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Three Things
Name the three books you most recently read
1. Nighttime is my time-Mary Higgins Clark
2. Shopaholic and Sister-Sophie Kinsella
3. Shopaholic Ties the Knot-Sophie Kinsella

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Edited to add:
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Melissa-Mom to LittleMan (4/04); wife to LuckyHusband; full-time toxicologist; full-time housekeeper; full-time domestic laundromat manager (washes all the clothes); full-time domestic finance manager (pays all the bills and yells at husband for spending too much money on fishing stuff); and Keeper of the Cheerios. Lives in a tiny town; spends tons of time with family; reads; enjoys crafts. Can change a diaper, fill a sippy cup, and put on a toddler's shoes in 15.4 seconds flat, all while calculating the impact of petroleum hydrocarbons to a nearby surface water body (watch for me in the Toddler Olympics on CBS this fall). Addicted to Dr. Pepper; Kit Kats; and pasta. To spot me in a crowd: I'm the one with frizzy messed-up hair, smeared graham crackers on my shirt; huge purse with a diaper peeking out, toddler on her hip, and camera in hand at all times.

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