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Bush, Michael Jackson, Oprah and Dick Cheney.

My blog tonight has nothing to do with the title. I was simply informed that those names generated more hits on a collegue's website for his columns. I thought I'd see what happened if I used those names here. Yes, that's me. Baaaaaaaaa!

Today was a nice day except for not being able to wake up and stay awake. It could have something to do with my little one not being able to sleep due to a bad tummy ache. It was either a tummy ache or her desire for more attention. She's my DQ (drama queen). If the girl ever goes into acting for money I'll be rich beyond my wildest dreams. Then again, I can't ignore any symptom she presents, due to her situation in life. (i.e. stroke, seizures, CP) So, I'm left with no sleep. Yay me!

On the other hand, I was able to take a small nap today because my oldest was home and didn't have to go into school until later. It's nice having her here. The weather was beautiful today and I managed to get Wonder Boy to clean up the doggy doo in the back yard, I did a little clean up after he finished and then the kids went out to play there after they got home from school. I am wishing for Spring big time. Summer? Not so much.

I spent a lot of time cleaning up the kitchen, sweeping, vacuuming, washing and shining things up. The more I wash and clean my home, the more I don't want to move and lose it. I love my house. It's large and roomy, it has air conditioning for the very first time (A HUGE thing for me) and the thought of moving again, after only two years is making me feel slighty ill. We had a lot of stuff when we moved here. We've added to it because we needed more furniture to fill this place. Moving now will be 3x the work. Ack.

Then again, they are building mass quantities of homes behind our house and all along the roads out here. Traffic is horrendous now, I can only imagine what it will be like in a few years. I won't be able to drive anywhere due to chronic gridlock.

Can you tell I'm torn? I know my children want to move....most of them anyway.

Ok, time to medicate myself. Where's the ice cream?


  1. you have a beautiful family.

  2. Thank you. I am partial to them myself. They're wonderful gifts in my life.

  3. I visited not because of your key words, but because you visited Lord of the Idiots. I often laugh with him, at him and because of him. Enjoyed your blog as well. You gotta look at life with a big sense of humor. Thanks

  4. Pamela, thanks for visiting my blog and thank you for the nice comments. I have bookmarked your blog and website so I can check them out further. Have a great day!

  5. I tried using the keyword NUDITY but it didn't seem to work too well. Let us know how yours came out and I might have to throw Cheney into a few titles...ha ha

  6. How about Nude Cheney? No, that would have the opposite effect.

    What about Michael Jackson's nude Oprah pictures?

    That could work. Or not.


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