tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64222232011-07-08T06:53:04.259-05:00Warning! Motherhood isn't for wimps. I'm plodding through motherhood one clogged toilet at a time and I'm still loving it. My life is full of beauty and craziness. I've decided I'm officially going insane, would you like to come along?Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comBlogger3021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-23933348924936265262009-03-24T09:03:00.002-05:002009-05-01T10:14:20.448-05:00

Inspector Diaper. Do-doot-do-doot-doot-do. Yeah, there I said it. I've been sifting through the poo like I’m some sort of top secret investigator on a mission. You know that slime in Ghost Busters? Well, I think it's in Eva's diaper. Either that or the The Teens are pulling a prank on me. (Hey, let’s Nickelodeon slime the baby’s diaper when she’s not looking.) You know, just so they can gauge my

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-49537655819368989752008-05-17T15:28:00.003-05:002009-06-02T15:42:05.672-05:00

Do not read ifFrom The Electric New Paper, SingaporeThe earthquake in China unleashed one of the most powerful forces on earth - love.Whether it is a mother saving her child, a female cop breastfeeding lost infants or celebrities moved to act, it was there like a comforting blanket amid the pain, grief and heartbreak.Perhaps one of the most powerful examples of these acts of love is the last

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-24493316749893732682008-05-17T15:28:00.001-05:002009-06-02T15:36:44.867-05:00

I hope you're wearing waterproof mascara.This story broke my heart. From The Electric New Paper, SingaporeThe earthquake in China unleashed one of the most powerful forces on earth - love.Whether it is a mother saving her child, a female cop breastfeeding lost infants or celebrities moved to act, it was there like a comforting blanket amid the pain, grief and heartbreak.Perhaps one of the most

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-89124796235383725492007-12-25T21:14:00.000-06:002007-12-31T18:01:49.691-06:00

Mooch was super excited this morning and kept waking us up. I have no idea what time it was the first two times she came in, but by the third time I figured we had better get up.This was after I shouted, "Never! You will never get me out of this warm bed!" I then threw my Christmas orange at her. I never was a morning person as my poor family can attest to. They used to come into the room with

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-11611875707788582512007-12-04T02:37:00.000-06:002007-12-16T19:17:04.765-06:00

This is national news. I'm sure Jose Sanedoval's Momma is proud, he's certainly given the country something to talk about. Now when people think of Wisconsin they'll think of beer, cheese, and blow-up dolls?Mr. Sanedoval is accused of stealing "dolls" from an adult store. Apparently he was being drunk and stupid, which I'm sure is the least of his problems.A criminal complaint that has been filed

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-63421978039253791202007-12-03T19:19:00.000-06:002008-01-01T00:19:49.816-06:00

Today is the first day after Thanksgiving vacation that I have attempted to get back into our routine after having spent the last week sick with the flu. Today was also a day for a little s*x education. I'll get to that later. Sticking to a routine and schedule is extremely hard for my kids. People with ADHD tend to reject order, routines, planning ahead, and waiting their turn- not to mention a

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-77643073580636907442007-11-20T07:24:00.000-06:002007-12-05T00:41:12.981-06:00

I will driving to Michigan either tonight or tomorrow to spend Thanksgiving with my grandma. We're very much looking forward to being with her, but not to the strange smells during the eight hour car ride or the horrid traffic through Chicago. Not to mentoned the bazillion tolls on the way through. I tell you the truth that you might as well just drive around flinging dollar bills out the window

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-2256682771437651012007-11-17T19:26:00.000-06:002007-12-23T23:20:41.821-06:00

This is our third year going to the Milwaukee Christmas parade and it has become a little tradition we look forward to every year. My husband's company provides bleacher seats and complimentary peppermint cocoa, apple cider, coffee, and Christmas cookies. The children must have cast on a spell on me this year because I actually volunteered to take two of their friends without their even bringing

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-62618946895107533332007-10-31T22:00:00.000-05:002007-12-16T19:25:09.626-06:00

Another year has almost come and gone. This year I'm not that big on Halloween. LiL' J wants to know why we don't have scary spiders, vampires, and ghosts like the neighbor kid has. I told him to go ask his father.I'm too busy keeping up with the scariness of my own house. I got Squishy's (an alternative nickname) costume at the new Costco in Grafton, Wisconsin, about a month ago. He's the black

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-3187405898253841192007-10-29T22:48:00.000-05:002008-01-06T23:52:18.908-06:00

It’s a girl! Oh wait; it’s a boy…and another boy! Congrats to Holly Bear of Waterford, Wisconsin.She's now a first time mom of three. One of our best friend’s Boston terrier just had a litter of pups. This is her first litter and will be her last. Holly is a tiny thing and was bred with Max of Brian’s Bostons. She’s the daughter of Nika the 2nd and she’s the most adorable little purse Boston you

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-59208050570939985952007-10-26T09:05:00.001-05:002007-11-06T15:06:15.336-06:00

As some of you may know, my threshold for caffeine tolerance is low. In fact, up until a few years ago, I couldn't even tolerate one cup of chai without going bezerk. Let's just say the house has never been cleaner then when I've had a bit too much of the stuff. Not too mention I hate like a crazy person.Which isn't really unusual, but that's not the point I'm trying to make. Over the last few

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-29506428048512199352007-08-29T11:59:00.000-05:002007-09-27T12:44:59.537-05:00

Today was LiL' J's first day of second grade. He goes to a small christian school which is part of our church. It's a K4-12th school. Like all schools, it has its good sides and its bad sides, but I'm very thankful and grateful that LiL' J is there and that he does so well. I am going to miss him during the day, but it will be a lot easier to homeschool the others and get back to more housework.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-2168062941481985862007-08-27T10:38:00.000-05:002007-08-30T11:28:49.895-05:00

I just found out via round about way, through an email sent by my mom, that my aunt's husband of twenty years died of cancer two weeks ago. He was fighting the cancer for over a year and a half. He left behind a seventeen year old daughter and a daughter who I think is about twenty years old.I had no idea. The real kicker is that the email wasn't really about the death itself. The email wasn't

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-42805151787062365312007-08-24T20:18:00.000-05:002007-11-05T10:53:14.285-06:00

Today I took the kids to an edible plants field trip. I'm not sure it was entirely all that interesting, but it got us out of the house and we did learn a few new things. Like, mosquitoes are taking over the world, or at least southeast Wisconsin. Oh, and you can eat certain plants in the wild. You just need to know which ones won't give you the runs or make you want to sandpaper your tongue

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-40590794703234627762007-08-21T20:11:00.000-05:002007-08-30T10:37:19.769-05:00

I am coming out of hiding for just a moment. The Husband is watching Big Brother upstairs on the bed because he's hurt his back for the millionth time. I keep trying to tell him he needs to ditch his secret dream of being a ballet star. It just doesn't suit his body type. Those pirouettes will kill ya. I've gotten to where I can't stand the show anymore so I hijacked his laptop and I'm downstairs

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-91852120226065598842007-08-17T17:51:00.000-05:002007-11-06T12:06:33.458-06:00

The Husband and I were sitting in bed last night, where the magic rarely happens, seeing as though The Children don't know that they're not suppose to stand outside our locked door and ask questions like-How come they call it a sandwich when there's no sand it in? Or my favorite is when they knock on the door and shout into the crevice- I'M BORED. Anyways, we were watching a movie and I was

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-4987991662871840722007-08-08T13:33:00.000-05:002007-11-06T12:10:54.464-06:00

What do they have in common. Well, when you're seventeen, you figure out a way to put two of your favorite thing together. J, Snoo, and Mooch are all in Staten Island right now on a youth group missions trip. They're teaching VBS to neighborhood New Yorkers and tonight at VBS ten kids got saved. One of the kids was a boy from Brooklyn who J described as the quintessential New Yorker. He's in 5th

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-76515920857728095932007-07-10T22:48:00.000-05:002007-09-27T11:48:47.790-05:00

Today my brother-in-law and his new bride took us all to SeaWorld. I'm sure he and The Husband could have gotten along quite well without being subjected to the tortures of yet one more visit with Shamu. But my brother-in-law is now a married man and so therefore his life is never the same. He will happily live alongside pink poofy things, EBay envelopes, and more shoes than anyone ever thought

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-11590340566624614022007-07-09T21:30:00.000-05:002007-11-06T14:24:45.929-06:00

Today's postcards...Greetings, from sometimes sunny San Diego. The wedding rush is finally over, but I was not allowed to pass out because today my ever so generous, tiny, beautiful new sister-in-law treated both our family and her family from Taiwan to a day at the zoo. My mother-in-law came, but somehow The Husband and his brother managed to dodge this family outing. I think they said something

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-43707525692082631932007-05-09T13:54:00.000-05:002007-08-16T19:32:16.218-05:00

Friendly greetings. I know I vanished again. For that, I am sorry. What a wretched woman I am. I have good reasons though and some good news. I will have blog posts. Lots of blog posts and lots of photos. However, they will be currently unpublished and will be published sometime in the future. When I'm home I'll try to keep up with your flickr streams and blogs. You can still email me at

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-75822125933208156942007-04-14T15:27:00.000-05:002007-08-31T16:26:35.881-05:00

Yes, I know it has been almost two and a half months since I posted. In my defense, The Husband changed the PC set up again and since I have to use his computer now, I'm at his mercy. Between coming out of what felt like three month long bad mood and computer problems I've just been burnt out and unmotivated. Our TV is now a gigantic monitor. The keyboard and the mouse are wireless and the desk

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-43183078203169086452007-02-01T23:32:00.000-06:002007-11-06T14:42:25.575-06:00

Thirteen Things about Butterfly Girl1. I dislike my job. Leaving my husband and kids for $7.50 an hour is so not worth my time and effort, even if it's only two or three days a week. I'm quitting soon. 2. The man that fell and fractured his leg called me where did he get my numberto ask me if I'd write up a statement for his lawyer-he'd like a summary of what I saw and what the condition of the

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-41602200183505685872007-01-30T11:01:00.000-06:002007-08-31T16:27:12.004-05:00

Kids by the Dozen is a new set of specials on the TLC channel. There's the Heppner family with their sixteen children, the Jeub family with their nest of thirteen, and the Arndt family with their fourteen children. I can't attest to whether or not I have that all correct, but do forgive, I can't even keep my own four children straight lately, and that's the solemn truth.I suppose these shows are

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-62418104192247163352007-01-29T11:13:00.000-06:002007-08-18T15:44:55.286-05:00

The last two weeks has been very odd around here. First it started with the fire, then a few days later The Husband got in a mild car accident, so mild the only thing damaged is the bumper of our new car. And maybe his pride. The next day I hurt my thumb so badly I thought it was broke and I had to cashier with ice on my hand all night. (I hate that I have to work PT right now, but I'm doing what

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-72650343054881053992007-01-27T22:35:00.000-06:002007-08-18T16:17:54.431-05:00

Our children couldn't be anymore contary lately. It's time for some major prayer and fasting, or perhaps just a really big whacker. I can dress them up to look like the cute human beings that I know deep down they really are, but I just can't take them out.I thought it would be nice to take The Kids out to Applebees. I hate that place, but they all love it. We rarely take them all out at once

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-66698870637311861572007-01-16T13:05:00.000-06:002007-08-18T15:06:33.900-05:00

Last night I woke up around 1:30 am to some shouting and what I think was something like, "Oh S@#*!!!" and other expletives.Those crackhead neighbors, what are they doing now?Then I saw the lights, more lights, and many loud sirens. When I tried to look out my window I could hardly see anything because the person or persons that designed these townhouses decided that a slanted window will, in

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-36529451278328457502007-01-03T15:01:00.000-06:002007-01-05T02:36:05.864-06:00

Salutations and warm wishes for a healthy happy year. As you can see, it has been two and a half months since I've last posted. Hours turned into days, days into weeks, and naturally, weeks turned into months. I think, it happens like that. It's shocking. Don't say I've never taught you anything. At first I was too busy and overwelmed with my new schedule working outside of the home and trying

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-55264958587746663852006-10-19T13:09:00.000-05:002006-10-19T13:44:24.054-05:00

Thirteen Things about Melissa1. I'm sick again. This time I have a head cold. My whole body hurts. My teeth hurt. My eyes hurt. My sinuses are going to explode and it feels like I have dirt in my throat. Apparently my immune system doesn't like me.2. Richard got Splinter Cell 4 last night. He was up until 7 a.m this morning playing said video game. The bass on the surround sound is so loud, I

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-90584356716132431922006-10-12T14:21:00.000-05:002007-08-21T23:47:42.999-05:00

I'm sure you've noticed my blog has gotten a bit of a face lift. I still haven't found a blog design or designer that I both like and can afford. I'm the classic perfectionist. And I'm too lazy and busy to do it myself. But I hated everything about the lame looking blogger template. It didn't help with my disinterest in blogging. Eventually I'll also transfer any old archives from another online

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-3788604648423973832006-10-11T13:44:00.000-05:002007-12-31T22:10:14.634-06:00

Has anyone else noticed that customer service isn’t really customer anymore? I might as well be dialing 1-800-Thick Indian Accent.I realize everyone around the world deserves a good job which is lucky for them that more and more American companies are turning into cheap bastards. It’s so very kind of them to help our fellow global citizens by giving them our jobs at salaries as low as $2 a day.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1160055490941488732006-10-05T08:05:00.000-05:002006-10-05T08:38:11.096-05:00

Thirteen Things about Melissa1. Last night my husband and I got into a fight. It's the second day in a row that we're bickering, arguing, and saying mean things. Let's just say he's trying to quit a nasty habit and he's obviously cranky and moody and I've been with him way too long to put up with it. I know I need to let God work on me in this area of my life, but it's hard. I have a hard time

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1160006336692871062006-10-04T18:50:00.000-05:002007-08-16T19:16:58.990-05:00

Why I've chosen to stay home and homeschool all day. And what was I thinking having so many of children so close together. And when do they start acting like human beings with coginitive abilities, common sense, and reasoning skills and less like little punks. And why must they eat all the toilet paper? Is it really too much to ask to have toilet paper last longer then 16 hours. Where is it all

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1158329100115982672006-09-15T08:11:00.000-05:002007-08-16T18:48:25.180-05:00

Back to my regularly scheduled blogcasting. Life interrupted my blogging again. How dare it. Either I couldn't sign into blogger (why do they have so many problems lately?) or my silly computer keeps telling me: WARNING! You are low on disk space! Then it procedes to reboot itself whenever deemed fit. Speaking of blogging after a rough year, home schooling troubles, a miserable winter with S.A.D,

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1156995881141518102006-08-30T22:39:00.000-05:002007-08-16T19:19:39.519-05:00

Boston KissesOriginally uploaded by Butterfly Bliss. I'm still here, taking it one day at a time. Life has been crazy, busy, weird, and stressed. What else is new, right? Puppies with fractured elbows, mother-in-laws wanting to move in with us, ear infections, strange rashes from unknown allergic reactions, broken teeth, pulled teeth, school starting, home school curriculum, and a new

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-7095723610698922402006-08-22T20:42:00.000-05:002007-09-11T17:55:30.985-05:00

Today Forbes posted a special report on America's drunkest cities and according to their research Milwaukee is the drunkest city in America. I am not surprised. We have like eight bars for every one corner in Milwaukee. The first thing people ask me when I tell them I live in the Milwaukee area is, "So, is that like the beer capital or what" When I found out that The Husband's company was moving

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1155336314695441662006-08-11T16:45:00.000-05:002006-08-11T17:45:15.086-05:00

Yes, I missed Thursday Thirteen. I'm a little busy here nursing an injured dog, making sure he doesn't jump around and hurt his leg, or eat his poop when he goes in his kennel intead of outside. My poor baby. I've had a lot of time to think and ponder lately. About nothing really important along with the heavy "wow, man" spiritual groovy type stuff. Today though, I feel like just rambling about

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1154720096233966642006-08-04T14:30:00.000-05:002007-08-22T01:55:51.697-05:00

Crazy GrandmaOriginally uploaded by Butterfly Bliss. That is my crazy grandma and my sixteen year old son. For those who just had a baby boy, yes, they do grow in a blink of an eye. Now J is just about 6 feet. He's taller then any of the males in both of our immediate families. He's a genetic anomaly.Sometimes he it was just yesterday that the hospital actually LET me leave with him. Just

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1154717305522915652006-08-03T16:09:00.000-05:002006-08-04T19:45:32.250-05:00

Thirteen Things about Melissa1. This week, God used a terrible accident that happened to our 3 month old puppy to teach me some spiritual lessons. One of them is that, if I'd be so devasated at the idea of losing this little furry gift, and be willing to do anything I could to keep him and help him, how much more does God love me by sending his Son while I was helpless in sin? How much more

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1154454039563054482006-08-01T12:38:00.000-05:002007-08-16T19:26:22.944-05:00

I know I'm overdue for an update. Sorry guys. Something terrible has happened to our Boston Terrier puppy. A neighbor dropped him and it fractured his elbow on both sides of the growth plate. It was over $3000 in surgery. We traded in a trip to Disneyworld to save his life and his arm. He's worth it though. I started a blog for updates and fundraising. I never thought in a million years I'm be

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1153456150645011412006-07-20T15:39:00.000-05:002007-08-16T18:56:17.980-05:00

Tomorrow morning I'm driving down to Whitesburg, Kentucky, with one teen boy, one teen girl, one preteen girl, one six year old boy, one senior citizen, one Boston Terrier puppy, moi, and The Husband. We'll be traveling in a minivan loaded with a DVD so I think we might get at least 6 hours of drive time before one of the children impales the other. Just kidding. Sort of. Lord willing we'll

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1153283797150817892006-07-18T23:33:00.000-05:002007-08-16T19:49:40.200-05:00

Yes, I've been back, but I've been uber busy. I had to blog and show off my new toy. Toys are cool. Free toys are cooler. Free toys involving some of your most interesting photos on flickr are the coolest. If you don't flickr, I feel sorry for you. I'll try and get some photos from the 4th up, but since my camera is sick not many of them are all that good. Plus, to my shame, I think I took more

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1151691214643273682006-06-30T12:48:00.000-05:002006-06-30T13:13:34.686-05:00

I am off to Michigan for the week to see my grandma. I can't wait to see her and some of my friends, but I'm not looking forward to J's emo teenaged attitude crap and being stuffed in a car with another child who becomes a bundle of nerves every time we go anywhere. She's 13 and stayed up half the night with the runs because we are going to see grandma, whom we see every year. Oh. My. Goodnits.I

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1151595949112807872006-06-29T09:20:00.000-05:002007-08-21T23:27:49.132-05:00

I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like anything but blah. I've gotten your emails. I am sorry to be such a schlup, but I'm far too mean to return emails lately. I know updates are wanted, but I'm just not into it. My impulse to write comes at the most inconvenient times, when the voice and the words can easily flow from my mind, heart, or pen, yet the opportunity to do so isn't there. And I

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1151620259904226732006-06-23T17:16:00.000-05:002007-01-30T12:48:05.804-06:00

So we're still in love with Vinny. He's everything we ever wanted in a puppy. It's like we've waited for just him. It's not about the money we saved for him. It's knowing he's the best guy for us. But the honeymoon feeling of all is happiness-giggles-and-glee at the ***** house is over. We just got a letter dated yesterday from the management of our townhomes and the tone didn't sound good.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1151616799648021292006-06-21T17:26:00.000-05:002007-01-30T11:06:39.186-06:00

After waiting year before deciding to get a Boston, we ended up getting a male. A few weeks ago when I was at my friends for a yard sale we were having, J and LiL' J were helping with the pups. Both boys got attached to the same male. LiL' J wanted to name him Calvin after his best friend. Any time we think about getting a new pet, LiL' J wants to name him Calvin. His African Dwarf frog that died

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1150331339897307002006-06-14T19:18:00.000-05:002007-08-21T23:30:22.494-05:00

Pardon me, while I figure out who I am lately.Pardon me, while I try to figure out my place in this life, when so often lately I question what I'm really doing.Wow, I managed to write something. That felt good. I'm actually opening my eyes these days. For a girl whose blog is titled A Girl in Metamorphosis, I have truly went through about three months of major change. It has left me both

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1151609760968746782006-06-08T14:50:00.000-05:002006-06-29T14:36:32.110-05:00

This is what I get for trying to do laundry.See, there's no point to washing. Every fresh clean load of laundry is quickly replaced with more dirty clothes. Then there's the violence.I wish I could tell you that I received this bruise due to some gnarly accident where I sound cool and brave, but no, I just tripped over a laundry basket that was hidden by a mound of....well, dirty laundry.So this

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1151612114508212092006-05-18T14:56:00.000-05:002007-01-30T11:07:26.041-06:00

Some of you will remember that back in November my kids were trying as hard as they could to convince us to get a puppy. Not just any puppy, but a Boston Terrier from one of our best friends. LiL' J was especially convincing with his big brown eyes just looking up at me with a hopeful look. Back then we neither had the money or the time to house break a puppy in the winter. It's important to me

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1146723494545091162006-05-04T01:15:00.000-05:002007-08-18T19:09:42.400-05:00

No, I'm not. And yes, it's I, Melissa. I'm actually posting. To say I'm not dead. To say forgive me readers and friends, for it has been months since my last blogfession. I'm truly sorry. And I'm even more sorry that I'm going to go to bed now without really giving a proper update as to why I just suddenly stopped posting. It has been too long since I last wrote and yes, I have gotten your emails

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1141069813396826802006-02-27T13:50:00.000-06:002007-08-18T19:12:46.388-05:00

Blue eyed kittyOriginally uploaded by Melissa in Butterfly Bliss. Homeschooling is a lot more work then I ever thought it would be. I have cabin fever. We all have cabin fever and I just feel like sitting around with a cup of hot cocoa and a good book. Or taking a nap. The boss thinks the same thing. Never mind school work, it's nap time. My feelings exactly, Ash. You have such good ideas.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1138977970441720792006-02-03T08:45:00.001-06:002007-08-18T19:02:05.734-05:00

The sweet, beautiful, wonderful Present Storm is celebrating her 31st birthday.Everybody likes a party, won't you flutter your wings on over and wish her a happy birthday? I'm bringing slushies and chips with REAL guacamole.Because our house is bilingual, we'll give you birthday wishes in a few languages.From our Mooch, who is fluent in French and is learning Mandarin and Japanese: Joyeux

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1138720509902543762006-01-31T09:09:00.000-06:002007-01-30T12:36:38.323-06:00

I left my email open and apparently my Mooch (12) is a sneaky little schemer. No can do, but nice try. Gotta give her kudos for seizing an opportunity though, having the guts to be so brazen, and being an assertive little thing. Now, I'll just have to make sure she doesn't turn into a hacker and get us all thrown into jail. Here is an email sent by "me" to my husband:Subject : luv yaI love you !

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1138721071159866032006-01-28T11:17:00.000-06:002006-01-31T12:18:07.336-06:00

Lost got me back for tagging her so many times. She's always be gracious and so too will I. I was tempted to snag things from my recent Count the Ways post, but I'm that's cheating. "My Perfect Partner"1. Loves the Lord.2. Is honest.3. Admits when he's wrong.4. Handles puking kids in the middle of the night. 5. Loves to laugh.6. Logical and loving. 7. Can tolerate my family. 8. Loves children.9.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1138291276774331312006-01-26T08:37:00.000-06:002007-01-30T12:44:03.226-06:00

Lately I've been thinking about how great my husband is. Sure, he can't balance a checkbook to save his life (I don't even think he uses one), he leaves tiny scruffy black hairs in the sink, fingernail clippings on the counter, holes in his underwear, he drinks from the cartons, he would rather have a vasectomy then do the dishes, he laughs at me when I'm mad, he aquires many late fees, he's

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1137471458335395692006-01-16T22:06:00.000-06:002006-10-10T19:09:31.487-05:00

Pretty please? Now, I want to know one thing. How the hell do they get that horse to fetch beer and answer the phone when I can barely get my kids to pick up their dirty underwear off the bathroom floor. Nevermind turn off a light. And I bet they never have to hear the whiny, "why do I have to go?" or "are we there yet"? He actually likes hitting the road. Feeding him a burger though, now that's

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1137364396308044942006-01-15T16:26:00.000-06:002007-08-18T19:28:34.904-05:00

It's 4:27 pm. And I'm slightly drunk buzzed. In my defense I rarely drink, so when I do partake of something yummylicious like Baileys, (which is almost never) it doesn't take much before the silly grin sets in. And what do I mean by much? One tiny Baileys and a half. See, this is why I don't drink, and every one must think it's because I'm some sort of Puritan or something, which I am. NotThe

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1137204273356230542006-01-13T18:49:00.000-06:002006-01-15T16:34:28.026-06:00

The wonderful Mrs. Fun tagged me on Janurary 9th and I'm just now notcing. My bad. Yep, I'm a slowpoke lately. It's always hard to limit favorites as I can never make up my mind. I'm truly a A Girl in Metamorphosis, I'm always changing. I do have the well worn pair of beloved jeans in all areas, I just can't decide which ones to "put on" when I get a meme.Four jobs you've had in your life (Mom is

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1136567766095137102006-01-12T11:10:00.000-06:002006-01-12T12:37:29.513-06:00

This morning while munching on walnuts for breakfast I came across two that totally looked like brains.There are two things that I know will happen to me. One, I will always find things left behind in library books. Receipts, cards, paper with notes about the book, letters, pictures, airline boarding passes...The other thing is that while eating something, I'll find a resemblance of something

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1136911881436084622006-01-10T10:45:00.000-06:002007-08-31T16:38:54.082-05:00

So, I've been encouraged to take a crack at writing a Haiku and sharing it on my blog. Since I homeschool and teach the basics of different poetry forms one of the last things I want to do with my three minutes of free time is do anything that resembles "school" I wrote some poems, including Haikus, when I was younger but I'm too lazy to dig them up. I dabbled a bit today and began to remember

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1136571689521682272006-01-06T12:01:00.000-06:002007-08-31T17:16:53.029-05:00

Today I was sifting through an old post to fix some bad code that was messing up pictures. I came across the post when my grandma died in Janurary 2005. It was back then that I found Josiah's blog. Like everyone, I prayed so much that that little boy would be healed. I can only imagine that his family and friends were on their knees constantly, yet still God brought him home.Today I went to his

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1136680404899744362006-01-01T18:31:00.000-06:002007-01-30T11:55:59.335-06:00

In the year 2006 I resolve to:Bring back disco.Get your resolution here

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1134358077757949622005-12-11T19:37:00.000-06:002007-01-30T12:49:43.376-06:00

That's what I've been told. I was in much need of a haircut and a new outfit. Just in time for my husband's company holiday party. This is the first year I've ever gone to one of Richard's work parties. At his prior job there were different reasons why I managed to get out of them. Most of the time the reasons were legitimate, but there's no secret that I'm not the social butterfly in all

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1134484190475360222005-12-09T08:27:00.000-06:002007-08-22T01:57:49.852-05:00

Look at that cute mouse! I can't believe I found this picture after all these years. I took that about 10 year ago. That's my oldest daughter, Snoo, at Halloween. She's 13 now, and only about 5 inches shorter than me. Have a great weekend! Tonight I get to dress up and eat free food at Milwaukee's Midwest Express Center.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1134050564121980442005-12-08T07:47:00.000-06:002007-12-31T18:26:12.832-06:00

"Mom, you don't have to give me yucky snacks anymore. I've got fruit roll-ups now."Thanks his dad, my wee little son now thinks fruit roll-ups indeed count as fruit. My husband is a Sabatier when it comes to these sorts of things. I tell the kids they need to eat fresh fruit and whole grain cereals and he lets them have cereal that amounts to nothing more then crunchy balls of sugar.Whereas, I

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1133725456743588832005-12-04T11:09:00.000-06:002007-09-09T14:42:40.172-05:00

GrandPooOfAwesome of It's All Relative? has a great new look with my favorite color. I ran into her online awhile back and encouraged her to just keep writing because she likes to. She asked me to blogroll her which I did. Apparently she likes the show Grey's Anatomy as I do. In Greys Anatomy Dr. Burke tells Meredith that there's nothing she could reveal about herself that he wouldn't want to

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1133037315944540062005-11-26T14:28:00.000-06:002007-08-21T23:39:47.887-05:00

Church Bulletin BloopersIf you choose to heave during the Postlude, please do so quietly.We are grateful for the help of those who cleaned up the grounds around the church building and the rector.Newsletters are not being sent to absentees because of their weight.Helpers are needed! Please sign up on the information sheep.Diana and Don request your presents at their wedding.Lent is that period

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1133208007070453222005-11-25T11:23:00.000-06:002007-01-30T11:54:58.442-06:00

This year we did something different. We accepted an invitation from our close friends to have Thanksgiving at their house. Richard is godfather to both their girls and I consider Bill's wife, Heidi, to by one of my best friend's. We met them about 8 years ago when Richard was transferred here to Milwaukee for a company that Bill worked for. Bill was laid off from that company not long after but

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1133198582010264422005-11-23T10:14:00.000-06:002007-08-18T19:04:05.908-05:00

Sorry about the quality of pictures. My camera is dying and decides to choke at its own will. Santa is bringing me a digital slr... I can dream, can't I? Here's a boy who knows how to vacuum. Mama is proud, mama is very proud.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1131984214287347772005-11-14T09:59:00.000-06:002005-11-14T10:03:34.303-06:00

I'm alive. I've been feeling better and stronger every day now for about a week. I've been taking it easy and getting back to normal, little by little. I miss my journaling though. I miss my friends and readers. I miss reading my blogroll. I just didn't have it in me. I kept getting hit with some nasty bug or virus, one after another. This whole house has been a danger zone. I'll get caught up,

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1130521153200109502005-10-28T12:25:00.000-05:002005-10-28T12:51:32.960-05:00

I'm so sick. I'm not feeling very good either. Cough.I've switched places with the sick husband and now I'm that big baby I usually mock. I thought I had gotten lucky. I had a little sore throat, I was more tired then usual but I got by. I was a steel magnolia. Then that familiar feeling in the back of my throat reappeared. It's just not fair. I have to get sick TWICE?I can't breathe. I can't

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1130522254040700552005-10-27T12:51:00.000-05:002005-10-28T12:57:34.043-05:00

I can't believe that you are 13 already. The day you were born seems like so long ago, yet it doesn't seem real to me that you are 13 today. I know life hasn't always been that easy for you. I know life has been hard for you at times. Even in your short years. You had trouble at birth and so many difficulties since then. You have come SO far, and you WILL go even further. Your journey has barely

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1129905726289123522005-10-21T09:38:00.000-05:002006-10-10T19:18:21.687-05:00

I took this shot at Fireman's Park in Richfield, Wisconsin. I really love this picture. I can't wait to frame it. I look at this picture and his face; his expression, and I know he'll be forever young to me.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1129905035142867942005-10-20T23:47:00.000-05:002007-01-30T12:37:43.907-06:00

Help me! First off, I know I've been a bad bad girl. Not updating for two weeks! Oh. My. Good 'N Plenties, has it really been that long? My grandma called me. She's planning on arriving at my house TOMORROW NIGHT. Yes, she just sprung that on me. Of course, I can't wait to see her, but it's not the best time for her to come out. Being broke for the week, having a laundry room sink clogged, and a

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1128706216409667292005-10-07T11:45:00.000-05:002006-10-10T17:55:10.372-05:00

Homeschooling mom. Yep, you read that right. Melissa, the woman who loves to send her kids out of the house is now a homeschooling mom of a 9th grader.Oh, dear God, what am I getting myself in to? I just sent off the form to the Wisconsin Department of Education. We're on our way through a journey that I never really thought I'd take. I've always liked the idea of homeschooling. I just was never

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1128368210133169962005-10-03T14:21:00.000-05:002007-01-30T12:07:31.187-06:00

Yes, you. Stop looking around idiot, it's you I'm talking to. Mr. 72.240.138, your spending a work day searching for "wet perverts completely dumb" Really, please. You can do better then that. You shouldn't even have a computer, dumbass. Go play with Mr. 195.93.21 who likes to look at "soiled pantie liners". Yum. Hey there, Mr. 66.69.32, from New Braunfels, Texa, you didn't think you were going

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1128312933042115782005-10-02T23:12:00.000-05:002007-08-31T17:19:39.723-05:00

I took this shot at the Wisconsin State Fair. This is not goat p*rn? Really, I'm not a pervert. I just had to take this shot though. Others were standing around gawking an amazement. Some people made some not so nice comments about the goat owner. All I could think was OUCH. Where are the milker people? There's something so wrong about this.This is just another reason reincarnation can't be true.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1128197511832644812005-10-01T14:38:00.001-05:002009-06-02T16:06:48.291-05:00

The intergalatic blogger, Jana of Going Places has tagged me. Not only does she have a very cool new look, she also has TWO kitchens! Here are the rules:Go into your archiveFind your 23rd post. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to). Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.Tag five other people to do the same.I'm including my 23rd post before I transferred the

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1128013969655658732005-09-29T12:11:00.000-05:002007-01-30T12:37:03.911-06:00

Humor me. Hold the gravy. Please, pass the potato. Thanks for playing.http://www.passthepotato.com/potato-1.php?potatoid=050929130720-37878

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1127914059180381922005-09-25T13:21:00.000-05:002005-09-28T11:07:12.280-05:00

Can you guess what Jake was trying to type? Be a peach and help a mom out. Richard took Jake (5) to work with him. Jake gets to sit at his own computer and "surf elmo dot com" or type his "business".Richard sent me an email with Jake's "work" attached. At first it looks a bit like nothing but look closer. I was just going to go, aww, look he's trying to type letters, how cute. Then I realized he

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1127415049966524502005-09-23T13:25:00.000-05:002007-08-25T01:47:34.204-05:00

LiL J's new favorite TV fix is The Weather Channel. Nevermind the Justice League or Little Bear. Somehow, while clicking through his animated options, he found TWC. Never teach your child how to use the remote. Don't even let them see you using it, because their minds are far more adept to mastering electronic devices and before you know it, they will have taken over. Today he's been watching for

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1127411436864563372005-09-22T11:17:00.000-05:002005-09-23T08:04:38.966-05:00

I've decided I'd share some secrets of the weirdness that is Melissa. There's quite a few of them so I'll start with groups of fives. I know we all have our strange little rituals and habits but I really sometimes wonder it's the perfectionist in me or a little OCD. Or I'm just plain odd. Or all three. Here goes:I have to start reading my magazines from the back to front. OK, so I realize that's

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1127357774269192222005-09-21T21:45:00.000-05:002007-09-06T09:22:44.016-05:00

Many years ago during a heated argument when The Husband and I didn't feel much like having maturity in our marriage, he shouted at me some nonsense like--I WANT A DOLORES. Being quite annoyed and agitated as it was, I just looked at him confused and shouted back "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Stop acting like a donkey! See, what I have to put up with..... "He tried to explain that was his

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1126800639135628322005-09-15T09:44:00.000-05:002007-09-06T09:09:59.322-05:00

I miss so many things right now. I miss opportunities missed. I miss the years that are gone. I miss simpler things. I miss the newness of life that a baby brings. I miss the ocean. I miss the mountains. I miss San Diego. I feel melancholy and a longing for a taste of the past. My oldest son is almost to the age I was when I met his father. At fifteen, he's only a few years away from being a "

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1126704447218843982005-09-14T07:27:00.000-05:002005-10-03T13:18:54.496-05:00

Last night we had a wicked storm with almost hurricane-force winds. It seemed to come out of no where as the sky was instantly black, the rain was fierce and and out of our livingroom window we watched huge tree branches bend and snap. We-energies says it's the second worse in history in terms of power outages. My friends dad was driving near Holy Hill and felt his rear tires come off the road

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1126556980246009722005-09-12T15:21:00.000-05:002005-09-12T15:39:37.213-05:00

My family and friends know that I almost never ever watch news. It's usually just disturbing, depressing and full of terrible things that I have absolutely no control over and can't do anything about.I'm the type of person that wants to mobilize and do something and I can't. I take everything to the very core of my being. I can feel deeply for others to the point where it's hard to walk away.I

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1126369526979855272005-09-10T10:38:00.000-05:002007-08-25T02:07:51.445-05:00

and other stupid sayings...So I've been thinking about all the phrases we use. Like the one, Cute as a Button. How exactly is a button cute? I blogged about this in my old journal but I still haven't found the answer. I hear that stupid phrase all the time, especially when referring to babies. How you can compare a babies cuteness to a button I just can't understand. Let me see here.Baby. Button.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1126017411464162582005-09-06T08:12:00.000-05:002006-10-10T19:21:54.734-05:00

Hello,How hard is it to pick up the children on your route? I do know it's only the 3rd day of school and pick-up times will be subject to change. Routes will run behind. But to completely forget the children on your route entirely? This is the second time I've had to drive one of my kids to school, resulting in another of my children being late to class.Really, is it that hard to remember that

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1125706268366468952005-09-02T18:56:00.000-05:002007-09-09T16:51:25.212-05:00

My husband is extremely buzzed right now.I don't know what's up with him because he doesn't usually drink at all, but today he came home with Mike's Hard Lemonades, and downed five in about fifteen minutes. Good for him that the kids aren't around, because I don't like having alcohol in the house. It's one of my issues. My mother-in-law had one or two. She doesn't usually drink either. She's

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1125627252367057302005-08-31T00:24:00.000-05:002006-10-10T19:14:20.166-05:00

His little eyes popped open 20 minutes before he needed to be up. Is it time for school mama? Do I need to get dressed? Me: Sure, you can get ready if you want. He got up, pulled on his pants and decided to wear his Gymboree shirt over his white t-shirt. Not only did he get dressed in just under a minute but he put his socks and shoes on right away.LiL' J: OK, mama, let's go. I'm ready!Me: But

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1125440175270960612005-08-30T17:12:00.000-05:002006-10-10T19:22:37.638-05:00

My prayers and thoughts go out to everyone in the great state of Louisiana. I feel so guilty having happily celebrated my birthday while so many weathered the devastation Katrina left behind.I have no words. I watch the news and I'm stunned. I look at the pictures and I cringe.My prayers and thoughts are with everyone there and all their family.

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1125269159959657592005-08-29T00:01:00.000-05:002007-01-30T12:49:00.685-06:00

Its my birthday, its my birthday, its my birthday. I'm gonna' party like its my birthday. So, what are you bringing to the party? Whose covering music? Food? Entertainment. Mmmm, I want some cake.Look at all these lovely birthday wishes I woke up to. I think the wonderful Storm sent them all over. Sneaky girl. Then I see that guppy made this page with a fantabulous birthday card for me. Wow, I

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1125260095294530092005-08-27T21:13:00.000-05:002005-08-28T16:29:13.243-05:00

32 years young. You all are invited to my cyber party in two days. I still don't feel grown up. I'm almost 32 and I don't look like it or feel like it most days. My poor, poor kids. Now, I realize some of you might want to buy me a gift. If you have some spare change laying around and feel inclined I won't stop you from buying me this in the convertible. Just between you and me, I have a little

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1125108462496254432005-08-26T20:58:00.000-05:002005-08-26T21:07:42.496-05:00

R's mom is here. She arrived Wednesday. She's cool. Her dog, not so cool. He bit at LiL' J's shirt the FIRST night he was here. After LiL' J started feeling OK enough to be around him and even pet him earlier. Ugh. OK so besides the fact I'm admitting I don't like her dog, ((Shhh) I'm also publicly admitting that R is way randy. No, not R for Randy, he's Randy as in Australian randy. And did I

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1125107570257229502005-08-25T20:03:00.000-05:002006-10-11T13:00:50.328-05:00

Tagged, I'm it. It was PM's turn to tag me this time. 1. What is the ratio of sexy panties to granny panties currently in your possession?There are no granny panties in my drawers. Ew. I'm not a granny panty girl. Truth be told, if the world cares about my panties I like leather, lace, satin, strings and sexy pretty little things. I also love super hero boyshort panties that R buys me and I have

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1125104132347688602005-08-24T19:52:00.000-05:002005-08-26T20:57:42.073-05:00

Ol' faithful, you and me together again. Only you're improved.What should we do first? Check my 400 emails? Read my blogroll? Blog pictures on my new card reader?Oh the choices.I missed you, did you miss me?

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1124841366306532792005-08-23T18:22:00.000-05:002007-09-09T17:22:38.788-05:00

My poor broken computer. I'm so sorry he hurt you. It was an accident. He was only trying to make me happy. You had been refusing for months to upload my pictures. We had to upload to the dinosaur and transfer the pictures via the network to you. It was tedious. It was an inconvience. It was getting very old.We tried many times to get you to cooperate. You stubbornly refused. We made sure all the

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1124405193398096652005-08-19T17:35:00.000-05:002006-10-11T13:09:27.134-05:00

**This is a sticky post. Please scroll down for current posts..** I received this comment today: "Melissa,I am Josiah Atchison's Aunt, Dawn Burchfield. My son came across your site today and I was moved by your kindess and support. Thank you so much for posting this on your site. FYI, Josiah went to the emergency room yesterday (8/17) and the MRI showed a 40-50% increase in the tumor. He will be

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1124387900253277322005-08-18T12:18:00.000-05:002007-08-31T17:37:51.750-05:00

I've been looking at my recent referrals today. How come so many sick freaks own computers these days? Some of you are pretty stupid too but I can't fault you for that I guess. People, you have left me with no choice. There is no other conclusion to explain your internet habits and the things you are looking for. You're just a sick freak. Let's face it. I know it and you know it too. how to make

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1124307099667076972005-08-17T14:04:00.000-05:002007-08-31T17:58:18.911-05:00

Who are these children and why are they calling me mom? I'll be that woman to admit we don't always feel motherly and nurturing. At least I don't. I'm human. I have days where being the CEO of a home full of small human beings who sometimes act like they are out totally out to get me can be a big task. Am the most lovey patient mom today?Today, not so much.I love these kid will all my heart and

Wilson Clannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422223.post-1124160760831620212005-08-15T21:08:00.000-05:002006-10-11T12:59:41.873-05:00

How can I say no to LiL' J when he's asked so nicely if the neighbor boy can spend the night?Even though I have serious doubts that at five he's truly ready for his first sleepover.Even though I have a peculiar rule of limiting friendships with neighbor's children.Even though LiL' J is still regularly sleeping in our bed.Even though this boy is eight and is probably over here in large part

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