tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85300499917228716522012-02-16T03:55:08.435-05:00Bryan & Jennifer Wrenn and family.The Wrennshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11430611443791043276noreply@blogger.comBlogger2391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530049991722871652.post-63887774213816277052012-01-07T20:55:00.003-05:002012-01-07T21:01:34.272-05:00

So, the signs of life from my last post must have been misunderstood...mostly by the author? We're still here--been so busy that we didn't even get out a Christmas letter or even a card! What's changed? CUB SCOUTS.... at this point, the only members of this household not involved are the four-legged ones. OK, so Nick won't officially start until this summer--but he may as well be considered

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We're still alive and wreaking havoc around here--don't worry, I'll start posting stuff again soon!

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When I've got way too much on my plate, the blog is always the first to go...I've even recently unplugged from Facebook for days at a time. Don't worry, I'll come back with something worth reading in a while. In the meantime, just keep swimming...

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I am still home and have nothing exciting to talk about, except to recall some more of Bryan's ponderings (I love my husband--he totally cracks me up).Bryan's best friend is Brian from work (I call them "Bryan-with-a-Y" and "Brian-with-an-I"). Anytime they get together at our house in the evening, it spells nothing but trouble.Example: I had a huge business meeting with my vice president one day-

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I am being held hostage at home by those germs the kids keep bringing in. We've survived the flu, stomach bug, etc.--and I guess it's finally my turn to get some of that nastiness. While I sit here an feel sorry for myself, I figured I could at least post something so you guys know I'm still alive. Here's a little conversation Bryan started on the way home from work the other day:B: If we were in

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Pardon our absence--we've been held hostage by various germs in the last few weeks, ranging from stomach bug to strep throat and all kinds of nasty colds, etc. The only good part of this is that in searching for a good germy picture, I stumbled on a new blog to follow: Nucking Futs Mama.

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This year was the boys' first Derby Car Race--and we are so proud of them! They picked out what they wanted their cars to look like from the internet, and we cut them roughly into those shapes for them. They did all the final sanding, painting, and decal applications.They even showed us where to put their weights. Among all the work, we forgot to take pictures of them with their cars (oops)--but

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And my reply to my dear hubby's ego: (in case you missed it, it's here and here. Can you count them all? I count ELEVEN.

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Things that came out of our mouths, or from our immediate relatives' mouths, over the holidays:Eat for two, fart for two.I'm a cowlick reader.I'm pretty sure Dorsey doesn't want my nose hairs on her grave.No, I'm pretty sure Dorsey doesn't want her grand-daughter to have nose hairs.It's not Christmas without Granny threatening to beat me over the head with a bean spoon.I'm gonna park as close to

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Here is this year's most awesome present to me, from me. The funny thing is that Jen was completely against it, but once again, I won and now she loves it and can't live without it. When will she learn that I'm always right??Living room before my intervention (note that it looks boring and average to any male with high taste in electronics and gadgets):Yes, that is from 2009 but it looks THE SAME

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Yeah, I know everyone else in the world has already packed up their Christmas decorations and moved on to the next holiday--but we got our stuff out late and we're gonna leave it up a while to sit back and enjoy. And I have some posts to catch up on, anyway.So, we finally had a white Christmas at our house. And it was a BIG white Christmas--over 13 inches of snow! Great for building forts, huge

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Mommy is going to have a talk with Santa about toys like this...This free digital slideshow made with Smilebox

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I've had some really bad luck at work lately with a big job I've been working. It's gradually got me down...and then this weekend hit. Friday everything was looking good. Saturday everything went to crap. Today, it really went into the toilet. I worked both days this weekend--clawing, scratching, jumping through hoops, knocking down walls, calling people into work for help...and it got me right

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"Who farted?" "It wasn't me--I ran out of gas.""Brandon, you can't bring that rock home. Millions of years from now, scientists will be confused how a Midlothian rock ended up in Gloucester.""You should've seen the big frog in the pond last year--he was big enough to eat! But that darn hawk beat me to it...""Can you move your butt out of the way? It's blocking my signal.""It's disappointing to

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This is our bull-headed boy, who is stubborn as a mule and just doesn't care what anyone thinks about him:This is yesterday's picture of that same little boy who can't seem to stop peeing in his pants at preschool (yes, that is girl clothes--for humiliation):I'd post a picture of what he looked like today, but don't need any more pervs...he came home wearing only a diaper and his jacket. In 30-

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I posted on Facebook that I'm going topless for a while--and that my picture was coming soon. I imagine I've disappointed (and relieved) a few people:The advantage to owing a pre-lit tree disappeared this year when several random light strands stopped working. Including the top of the tree, which is now in the man-cave for troubleshooting. This may be how it remains for Christmas this year, since

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May your stuffing be tastyMay your turkey be plump,May your potatoes and gravyHave never a lump.May your yams be deliciousAnd your pies take the prize,And may your Thanksgiving dinnerStay off your thighs!

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Although I hate the dreary winter because of the bare trees around here (except when it snows), I thoroughly enjoy watching the colors as those leaves get ready to fall to the ground. Here is our crepe myrtle today:

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This is hilarious--go see my British friend's post here and see why I need to repent. You probably need too, as well.

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At work, I am amazed how everything falls apart at once...and then in the eleventh hour comes back together again after much stress and flailing around. I have had some big, high-visibility jobs do this exact thing this past week. I worked very hard to coordinate everything and everyone involved, and then watched with a sinking heart as it all fell apart. It is such a terrible feeling to have

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It has been over a year since Loki went to doggie heaven. When it finally happened, Maggie immediately aged 10 years. I guess because Loki looked so old and frail, we never noticed how she was getting old, too. She was always secondary to him for me, just because Loki really was my "baby"--although I spoiled her rotten and treated her like a human, too. Now that he is gone, I have latched onto

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According to Wal-Mart, I should be posting Christmas pictures already...Here was our house this Halloween:

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Remember that post where I finally started moving my butt a little more? Check this out now:That's what happens when life gets in the way. I come home exhausted from work most days, then do the parenting thing for the rest of the evening. But apparently that doesn't matter--because look at this:I figured I could post a picture including my boobs because Jaci did it, too. (Yeah, Mom--I do

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OK, this has been sitting in draft status for a while--I forgot about it. SO, it's not really relevant now that the leaves are changing and it's getting down into the 30's at night, but I'm posting it anyway just because I love this woman and she cracks me up sometimes. And I had to sort of make fun of her for what she did this summer.Does this look like the face of a criminal? This woman is a

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This is an actual conversation that happened the other night at our dinner table:Tyler: Why is this called a Butterfinger?Bryan: Because it comes from a finger.Brandon: Like, a dead person's finger?Bryan: Yes.Tyler: A finger that tastes like butter?Me: You didn't know that dead people's fingers turn into butter??Brandon: No!Me: That's what happens when you die--you turn into butter.Tyler: Hmmm..

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See, we aren't terrible heathens--our boys are in Cub Scouts, where part of their Scout Promise is to do their "duty to God". AND when I said that my worries about not enough quality time with the kids was out the window?--it's because Cub Scouts forces us to do meaningful things together.Here's our little Cubs: We are so proud of them!

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Here is a story Brandon wrote at school--unedited:I'm the smallest punkin. I will beg them to pick me but I am too small and sence I am small they can not here me. I want to grow faster! I yelled. The other punkins are big and they take all my food exsep one little tiny piece. I hate big punkins. I can not even drink my own water cause there is so many big punkins and I am the only one who is

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Of course we're still ALL dressing up for Halloween--it's friggin' FUN!!

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They've invaded!!!

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I get my toenails painted at the local nail salon because I am a woman and I am lazy (according to my husband). Since it's October, I opted for a Halloween theme. I thought it would be cute to have a spiderweb with a spider on my big toes. Apparently in Asia, they have spiders that look like frogs: (pay no attention to the wrinkly toes--look at the damned toenail art!) (for you men who don't get

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My doctor has ordered me to go get my first mammogram. That's right--I will be going to put my boobs in a vice, just to get a baseline picture for future reference. And I will be paying someone to do that to me.I'm so excited...just like all you men who have to get your first prostate exam...

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A while back I was at a crossroads--my job wasn't satisfying and I felt the tug of needing to spend more quality time with my family. That's all out the window for now--I have moved into a different job at my company. I am now the Diesel Momma!As people at work learn that I am now in charge of this complex, critical job--they laugh. And I smile because I don't know any better. OK, yes I do--I

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No, I'm not one of those people who bombard my entire contacts list with political e-mails...I just saw this the other day on Facebook and stole it because I'm too busy to make a real blog post.

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At the risk of offending my die-hard Christian friends and family, I am going to address a little problem we're having with the boys. We are not church-goers, nor do we talk to our kids about God. We respect Christianity, but we do not practice it. We feel that when they get older and know more about the world, they can choose for themselves if they want to practice religion, whatever type of

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Just where do you think my husband got the bright idea to do something like this? From watching America's Funniest Videos...Yeah, that's wax in his orifices. No, I didn't get it on video.

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Today we took a day trip to beautiful Lake Anna. Of course, the pictures I have show the not-so-beautiful side...Note the green goo mixed with people's trash floating in front of our boys. Have any of you seen Creepshow? (there is some bad language here)

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Yes, that is Brandon's toe peeking through the hole in his shoe. No, he didn't tell me about it. Yes, he chose to wear these in public for a few days. No, I didn't notice it until the shreds of leather and stiching started dragging around.

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Last night we went to the Open House for the older boys' elementary school. Brandon and Tyler are still at the age where they're excited to go back to school, rather than dreading it. After making our way into the cafeteria to find out which teachers and classrooms the boys have, it was time to visit the Lunch Lady to make sure we had money in the accounts to cover lunch for a few weeks. The

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Something odd happened to me after we returned from our trip to Colorado (I promise I'll post about that trip...but this has gotten in the way.) This odd thing has removed me from many of my addictions--Facebook, chocolate, drinking...Whatever I'm doing is paying off already, because I was at the beach with the kids a few weekends ago and had a lady exclaim to me--you look so good for having 3

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I thought about this while making fried chicken last night: Do you think on planet Marklar that human meat fries better in a pan if they crack a open a couple of our embryos to dip us in beforehand?And I wonder how expensive our meat is? Do those Marklar aliens run around trying to find the best price and evaluate buying thighs instead of breasts? I wonder how much poop is transported across the

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Anyone who has spent any time around my husband with our kids knows that he is crazy about having their hair perfect. Perfect to the point that I am not allowed to comb their hair at all because I'm not good enough. Perfect to the point that he friggin' combs their hair before they go to bed at night! Psycho...Since I am an evil wife, I have been plotting against this OCD behavior for almost a

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Nothing like announcing "I'm baa-aack" like a good rant...Any of you heathens watch South Park, like me? This is Token--he is the "token" black kid on the show to represent "diversity". What in the hell does he have to do with me? Well it seems that I am the "token woman" in my shipyard. Nothing gets my panties in a wad faster than someone implying that I got to where I am simply because I'm a

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We're not technically having technical difficulties...I've just been sidetracked by other stuff since we returned from our Colorado vacation. I can't say for sure when I'll be back, but please stand by...

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Hey, remember a while back when I freaked out because I had to sew? I was proud of myself because I had so much advanced notice that I could afford to re-do it a couple of times if I screwed it up. But what did I do? Waited until the night before...but it turned out OK, don't you think? (The safety pin holding the hood together is not in these pictures) (home-made costume ideas here.)The sad

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Here's what's come out of our mouths lately:You F-ing hooker! You know I say that with all the love in my heart.Let go of his noodle! You have your own to play with.*GASP* Chocolate Jesus is gone!!!I've caffeinated the fish in the river.Doing the dishes always makes me have to pee.It sounds like you're playing with your balls.Thanks God for my Olympic-strength butt-cheek--it's the only thing

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We are currently on a family vacation in Colorado. Here is a summary of what happened on the way over here--I'm sure we'll have more stories of the trip itself and the voyage back home. Bryan & I bought corn nuts and beef jerky to eat on the plane. Little did we know they would stink up the plane to high hell.Part way through the long leg of the flight, Bryan decided to unbutton his shirt all

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This is my first post here, even though my wife is always stalking me around the house and writing down things I say or do and twisting them into these blog posts.Here's a little something I came up with at work the other day--a little peek into the inner mind of Bryan:Trap door boogers. I hate them. You know they're out to get you. The lie there lurking, waiting for the most prominent person

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Here we are, hiking up a mountain in Estes Park, and the boys just wouldn't slow down and hang back for us old folks. So Papa Bear taught them a lesson.Create a free slideshow

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Sooooo, it was a nice evening last Friday which meant only 1 thing--we'd be outside drinking and letting the kids run amuk with smores and sparklers.Sooooo, after drinking for a few hours we realized it was getting late and the kids were up 2 hours past their bedtime. This is when Bryan got the bright idea of camping in the backyard.I grew up camping in my backyard and was immediately onboard for

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Now that I've woken up from my diabetic coma, let me show you what caused it:THAT is the birthday cake I made for Bryan--I received more ooh's and aaah's from this lazy person's cake than from all the other cakes I've spent hours decorating. It looked even crazier with candles (that would be Bryan's jokester nephew, who is very happy I snapped this picture):Bryan had a good birthday--his entire

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Only in Texas would I find something like this...Check out the website at ilovechickenpoop.com

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Several weeks ago, I received a call from my Mom that my grandmother "Dorsey" wasn't doing good and probably wasn't going to make it through the rest of the week. Her health had been declining for the past 5 years, and she felt it was time to return home to God.At that time, Bryan urged me to write her a letter with my fond memories of times together growing up. I put it off, and Dorsey

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Bryan and I both have tattoos (in somewhat inconspicuous places.) The boys are fascinated by them because they don't wash off. We've told them that they hurt like a thousand needles (to ward off any growing feelings of really wanting one by the time they are teenagers). So they run around all the time with their temporary tattoos--proudly showing them off to everyone:

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Since I made the last list, I have been more actively writing these things down as they are said. Which drives everyone crazy.This is not a "responsible coffee"--it's inferior. I'm pretty sure diamond mines are "responsible"--and cheaper by the pound than this stuff. I expect blood shed for my coffee.I think some people's eyes don't work. When they look in the mirror, it's like a clown-house

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We let our boys play with fire tonight--it was just way too nice of an evening not to have homemade smores! Oh yes--they tasted as good as they looked!

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So I just posted about the boys wanting to bring their creepy, crawly friends into the house to sleep with at night (OK MOM--I'm paying for my raising now!)--Imagine stumbling into your little boy's room early in the morning to see this (look hard):I almost peed in my pants. Jen over at Buried With Children has a similar story.

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Time for a hormonal rant and some wallowing in my own sorrows.I have been stuck at a crossroads ever since I earned my master's degree last May. I am torn between work and family life. I used to be career-driven--I loved my job and loved my company. I got thrills and pleasure from the challenges of work. Now work is not fun anymore--I find myself longing to be home doing projects with the kids. I

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The dollar store is a magical place for little kids (and their moms!) Look at what they scored this time with their bribe for behaving at Wal-Mart.These things have entertained them for hours on end outside--and I now have less bugs and spiders to worry about! The only problem is that they wanted to bring their new nasty "friends" inside to sleep with them at night--!!About those spiders...we DO

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This is how I lost Tyler at his brother's soccer game.Customize a free digital slideshowOh, to be a kid again!

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We have been terrible about birthdays this year. We actually jipped the boys out of full-blown birthday parties this year because Bryan & I were both working so many strange hours at work. We took them to the Great Wolf Lodge for a weekend to make up for it, though.Here is Brandon blowing out candles on his cake:Another free photo slideshow by SmileboxAnd here is what he did with some of his

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This is very difficult for me to admit to the general public, but it's something that I need to say before I get caught and it gets blown out of proportion.I have been cheating. On Starbucks. Something I never thought would happen. It started off innocently enough--just playful banter, but then I was seduced by the sweet smell, and after one sip--I was hooked. The new coffee of my affection?

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OK, does anyone else bust out laughing when they read the title to this little book? Or are we (Bryan & I) the only ones who still have our immature, juvenile sense of humor?

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I was informed by Tyler a few days ago that he is going to be in a play at school. He will be singing on stage. And he wil be a monkey. And he will wear a costume. And Mommy has to make his costume.*SCREECH*--what?Mommy has to make him a monkey costume. Being the lazy macaroni-&-cheese-supper mom that I am, you can bet I don't know how to operate a sewing machine. So I opted the lazy way out--

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Some blogs I read post things like "Things I May or May Not Have Said". Since I am a mom of three and married to the family clown, you'd think I have a lot of these things to repeat for you to laugh at. However, because I am a working mom of three--I can't remember ANYTHING. So here's a few things I have actually noted and remembered in the last few months to make up a measly list of my own:We

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...That is what we should have names our littlest four-legged monsters. Wherever they go, a path of destruction is left behind. They destroyed my day lilies and azaleas (see that nub of a twig?--used to be a big, flowering bush.)They continue to pull up the new sod around our new patio. And they have pawed the screen off the back door--when we actually found it, the door was hanging off the

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OK, in the last few weeks we have: Been in a "minor" wreck and found out the insurance company of the driver at fault doesn't want to cover it--thank God we have a "real" insurance company that is going to play hardball for us.Gotten our new furballs spayed and neutered a few weeks early due to the non-stop humping around the house (both of them were guilty).Attended two trophy ceremonies to wrap

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Wondering where we've been? Part of the answer is that Bryan & I discovered a new food that we just can't get enough of (OK, the credit goes to my in-laws, who had it at their house first.) We sit at night on the couch and eat it, night after night. It is the nectar of the gods!I wouldn't have really even tried it at my in-laws house except that I tried a similar home-made recipe a few weeks ago

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This is what I felt like today after a bad day at work, just trying to get home to my family in Easter-Weekend/Friday-Kicking-Off-Spring-Break rush hour traffic exacerbated by beautiful weather...all the idiots come out of hibernation to drive in the good weather.

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Once upon a time, my sweet, funny baby boy Brandon would bring home innocent but hilarious books from his school library. Here is what he brought home this week instead:What's even funnier is this guy's website--check out the text version of his life here. Even though I totally rolled by eyes when Brandon brought this book home, I secretly love him for it because I get to see through the eyes of

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These are some of the coolest PJs I've ever seen--thank you Granny!!We haven't seen the movie yet--I want to see it so bad that I'm tempted to take the kids without Bryan (due to his nutty work schedule.) It couldn't be any worse than dragging them all to Wal-Mart every week...at least they'll be entertained! And we'll probably spend as much money at the theater as we do in our weekly trip to

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Seems the celebration started a little too soon. Our poor little Nick still has a sick bottom. With absolutely no other symptoms, even with the initial onset, we're at a loss on why it's taking so darn long to get rid of this little annoying problem.

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Bryan and I were leisurely sitting in our big jetted tub the other evening pondering the universe. Why are you surprised? I think a lot of people compare our family to the O'Doyles from Billy Madison...Don't you ever sit around and talk to your significant other about the difference between a new moon and lunar eclipse, or the term "nuclear engineering" versus chemistry, physics, and quantum

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Today we are having a celebration of Nick's poop! All you other parents out there know exactly what I'm talking about. The end of a long bout with diarrhea--solid stool! Isn't it funny the things that excite you when you're a parent of young kids? I can't count how many times we stood around with other parents discussing the hot topic of our kids poop. Parents, don't pretend you don't know what

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Bryan is giving me the evil eye as I write this...Remember, he and I don't always see eye to eye on music, especially when it comes to Lady GaGa. Here is our oldest son singing his favorite GaGa song--turn off the music at the bottom of my blog before viewing:Free digital slideshow made with SmileboxFor the "real thing", click here (caution--not for the faint of heart, and watch out for bad

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Do you know what that is? A bullet hole. In the side of our house. And we don't have just one--we have two holes in that side of our house. So not only do we somehow live in the vortex of wanderers, but we also seem to live in a redneck ghetto. Our house is in an actual neighborhood--not alone in the middle of the woods. But we do live off Guinea Road and, according to Chesapeake Bay Woman, can

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Oh, yes--this is a real statement made by one of those crusty old shipbuilders at work. I about fell out of my chair laughing. Few people surprise me, but this man absolutely amazes me. I try not to judge people until I get to know them, but this guy's reputation preceded actually meeting him and he kind of scared the hell outta me. Since then, I've learned that his bark is way worse than his

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Beer. Just saying that word makes millions os people (male and female) start salivating. I am one of the very few who don't. And because of that, I almost wonder if I was adopted... My sister drinks like a fish. Even my Mom drinks beer. My Dad outgrew beer long ago and moved on to scotch. But he will still drink beer if there's no single-malt around. I'd rather drink my own pee.Someone once told

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Yes, that is our Christmas tree. Yes, I just took that picture today. Yes, I know it's March and a week away from Daylight Savings Time. I told you that I couldn't wait until Christmas, and I told you I think it's sad when people take down their trees before New Year's Eve. So, should we even bother taking it down at this point?

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Since the world is currently having a love-affair with vampires and werewolves--I can't believe no one has noticed Avril Lavigne's fangs...I just saw her Proactive commercial and I couldn't stop looking at her teeth!Of course, now that I decided to write about it here--which meant finding a picture to illustrate my point--I see that many, many people have noticed this. So much for coming up with

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According to Bryan, somehow we managed to move into the center of crazytown (no comments from the peanut gallery--we don't fit in that well!) We have a variety of seemingly insane homeless people around here--we don't know if there's a half-way house around here that attracts helps these people, or what. We have our own nicknames for them--and I know some of you will think we're going to hell for

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The very energetic man who I referred to as the magician at work has been out for almost two months getting a bone marrow transplant to treat his bone cancer. An acquaintance told be about a website used by patients facing serious medical issues to stay in touch with friends and gather support--I had never heard of this site, but since then I have come across three different families who have

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We have many friends who are avid motorcycle enthusiasts--people who love cruisers and/or "crotch rockets". And we inevitably have some arguments with these people over proper road ettiquette--particularly with California motorcyclists. What brought this to mind was a recent article posted by the San Diego Union Tribune's site here. When we lived in sunny San Diego (which we miss every single day

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Remember a few days ago when I let loose some pent up energy on the copier at work? I almost had another episode today... and because I don't carry a psychiatrist in my pocket (maybe I should?)--I have no pills that will magically make everything better. Or do I?Check out my super-sized bottle of homemade Xanax! (It's even better than the knock-offs I could buy in Mexico!) No longer will I sit

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Bryan & I are huge music listeners. When we first met, I was amazed that we had the same taste in music across the board. As in, anything from opera music and symphonic soundtracks to classic rock, 80's music, pop country, heavy metal, some Latina and select boy bands (I can't believe I just admitted that to the entire internet). A very wide range of music! We rarely disagree on it--until

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After trying really, really hard to get sick (so I can get some time off work. alone. with attention and sympathy), I managed not to get the swine flu, the bird flu, the regular flu, or to get any of the other random illnesses that our kids drag into our house on a regular basis. Oh, but finally, I get some mutant form of strep/sinusitis/cold virus over the weekend. And it's not as fun being home

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Sooooo, work has been driving me absolutely crazy lately. It's just one problem after another, compounded by lots of whining from many adult men. And then there's me. The woman who is "holding them all hostage"... UGH! Just ask Bryan--I am on the extreme edge of...something. Then today at work, the Xerox copier sent me over that edge. And I proceeded to take some pent up aggression out on it. It

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We talked about getting a puppy for Christmas, but didn't find any at the shelters. I don't know what happened yesterday, but out of the blue Bryan called the local shelter and they had puppies. Not just any puppies--Jack Russell mix. By the time he got to the shelter and left, the whole litter was gone! And we ended up with two, because one is black & tan like Loki and the other is so

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Bryan's cameltoe.What?--you thought I was talking about something else? What's wrong with you??

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This is for my Mom, who loves to tease Bryan about being a city slicker! (turn music off at bottom of blog before viewing)Make a Smilebox slideshow

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I apologize to my Mom in advance, because I don't know what she's going to think of some information given here--might be "TMI"...but it was funny and typical of what I put up with around this house.I have been jealous of Bryan's love affair with eBay for a while. His affection started just after we moved in together almost 10 years ago--prompted by searching for car parts to upgrade our sports

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It wasn't long after this when I decided I had to go out and join the fun! (turn music off at the bottom of my blog before viewing)Make a Smilebox slideshowMake a Smilebox slideshow

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It happened. I've been dreading this day for a long time. I got the phone call at work yesterday from Bryan, and was immediately catapulted back to this little fiasco here.Brandon has learned the mother of all bad words--the F-word. Where did he hear this word? I had flashbacks to this moment. Bryan & I are known to cuss like the sailors we are at certain moments--but we are careful around the

The Wrennshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11430611443791043276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530049991722871652.post-11699115239191156192010-01-18T08:15:00.000-05:002010-01-18T08:31:43.284-05:00

(at Zojo-Ji Temple with Tokyo Tower in the background) Even though I am dead tired when I get home from work, I am still reading books. One of the blogs I follow (I can't remember which one, I'm ashamed to say) recommended Memoirs of a Gaijin: A Humorous Look at the Daily Life of a Foreigner in the Japanese Countryside. This caught my eye for two reasons: 1. I have co-workers who relocated to

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I found out a really surprising, but very pleasant thing about having my new Roomba. Turn it on, and the kids are out of my hair and entertained for as long as the darned thing is running! And, guess, what??? As an added, most awesome bonus, they friggin' pick up ALL their toys WITHOUT me having to even ask them ! (because they are afraid that thing will gobble them up forever.) It is the most

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I discovered this taped to Brandon's door this evening. Turn off the music at the bottom and listen to his explanation:Make a Smilebox slideshowHe made those rules for ME. Nevermind his brothers who routinely break every one of those rules while in his room (or anywhere else in the house, for that matter.)

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We just got our Holiday Bonus a la the movie "Christmas Vacation". Our co-workers kept asking us if we received it--it seems that it slipped down between the seat cushions of the courier's vehicle and was just rediscovered. Thank goodness we didn't put a down payment on a pool in anticipation.It's a DVD. Full of propoganda. No "thank you" or "Merry Christmas" (nor a politically correct version of

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Beware! This house is protected by Nerf N-Strike! (or a cheap knock-off)(note: that is a half-eaten dog bone at the bottom of the picture--not a phallic symbol)Oh, thank you so much Santa for bringing our rowdy boys these weapons of mass destruction...we now find foam bullets stuck to our windows, pictures, fireplace, light fixtures, and hiding in places we never knew we had. One boy has almost

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There is nothing sexier than a man who can cook. And my man can COOK! Our Christmas Eve dinner was one of the best dinners I've ever had--at home or at a restaurant! I was a little wary of the lobster tails he got "at a great price"--there's got to be a reason why they were so "on sale". He had a backup plan, though. Bone-in prime rib. Again, I underestimated him when he said he didn't have to

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