tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49674576511827984942009-11-07T13:42:40.288-06:00K-Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898403705473768390noreply@blogger.comBlogger379125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967457651182798494.post-23882015952654699622009-11-06T13:25:00.009-06:002009-11-06T13:49:20.707-06:00

I realize that I am days late in posting these pictures, but it has been a crazy busy week!Here are Hubby and me in ALL of our Halloween glory. Can you guess what we are? We're a delegation from the United Nations. Can't you tell?

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Hubby and I are going to a Halloween party on Friday night and we're both really looking forward to it. For weeks now, we've been tossing around costume ideas but haven't been able to agree on anything.Finally, more out of desperation and lack of time than anything else, we decided to drive over to the Halloween store with a pact that we weren't leaving until we both came out with a costume...ANY

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Our country club is made up mostly of young families with kids so the new president decided we needed to have more family-friendly events and also throw fun, theme parties for the adults and do away with the "old school" dinner-dances. I agreed with this decision 110%. In fact, before the new regime took over, we hardly ever went to club events because they just didn't sound fun enough to spend

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For my birthday this year, Hubby gave me a Snuggie. Are you familiar with these?They are the blankets with sleeves built in that you wear backwards? They kind of look like the robes that monks wear? Anyway, I LOVE mine. It's super comfy and it's pink...and I have to say one of the best presents Hubby has ever bought me.Now I know you're probably sitting there thinking, "Really? One of the BEST

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So since I've gone back to work Hubby has had to step up in a big way and help with the general day-to-day things that keep our house running in a smooth, efficient manner. You know, things like unloading the dishwasher, putting away laundry, taking Miss Priss to school, etc....and to his credit, I must say, he is doing a fabulous job!Well, fabulous for him.I would be lying if I didn't tell you

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One day, when I write my memoirs, I'm going to call it "K-Mom, My Life On the Sidelines of Scandal."I was thinking about this last night and it occurred to me that, in my life, I have worked with or met more than my fair share of people who have gone on to become embroiled in a major scandal...and I mean MAJOR scandal...like the kind that lands you on Larry King or in the chair opposite Matt

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That was Hubby's nickname in college. When he told me that, we were on like our second real date and I remember kind of scooting close to the car door and saying, "Ummm...people know where I am, you know. If they don't hear from me in two hours, they're going to get worried."Turns out he was given the nickname by his frat brothers because he was the gallant one who always walked girls back to

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So good news, people...I've been invited to be a featured blogger for a website called Wellsphere.com. You can find me under the "Parenting" tab. It's a website devoted to healthy living and I, apparently, am a "Top Health Blogger."I know, right? Is it just me, or is that kind of funny?I mean, I TRY to live a healthy lifestyle and set a good example for my daughter. Every morning, I wake up

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Have you seen the Sex In the City movie? There's a scene where Miranda and Carrie are shopping for Halloween costumes and Miranda is disgusted that the only two costume options for women in the store are witch or sexy kitten. She's not that far off the mark. Hubby and I are going to a masquarade ball for Halloween and what should be something fun and goofy to plan for has turned into a whole

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Back in the day, when Hubby and I were engaged and I was planning our wedding, I would fantasize about our romantic new life together. Hubby and me having dinner together...by candlelight...every night. Hubby and me sipping our coffee, reading the Sunday paper...me sitting on one end of the sofa and him on the other our toes intertwined together. Hubby and me getting ready for bed...him in his

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Today is my birthday. Correction...today is OUR birthday! Thirty some odd years ago, I burst onto the scene followed closely by my sister...who moseyed along in her own good time...seven minutes later. Did you know that about me? I have a twin sister. Sometimes after knowing a person for awhile, I'll mention that I'm a twin and they always respond with, "You never told me you were a twin!!"

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Awhile back I wrote a post about Hubby wanting to get his CMB certification, but given all the travel we did this summer, the flea infestation, the swine flu and everything else that went down this year, it probably won't surprise you to hear he hasn't gotten very far on this goal. So the other night, we were talking about it again while making dinner. I had asked Hubby to go through it all with

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Okay, first let me preface this blog post by telling you that I have been slowly, but surely working my way back into my pre-baby, size 8 clothes, and since going back to work, I have been doubly motivated because I had a lot of outfits from my "working days" that I always liked and definitely want to wear again.One of those outfits is a rockin' emerald green cocktail dress with an asymmetrical

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So my last blog update was all happy, happy, happy...K-mom's going back to work and all is right with the world!THIS blog post is about the sad reality of making such a drastic change in a relatively short period of time.Here are just a few of the complications we've encountered so far...Miss Priss has now been enrolled in her new school for two weeks and she's already missed one-and-a-half weeks

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Hello? Is anyone still there? It's me, K-mom!I'm sorry I've been MIA lately, but after I explain everything that's been going on my life, you'll probably decide to cut me some slack and forgive my anemic blog posting these days.In the past month or so, I have been undergoing a MAJOR life makeover. I mean, I'm still married with one child...nothing drastic has occurred in THAT area...which is

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A SPIT PARTY?!??!Yep...they exist apparently. It's the next generation of speed dating.Hubby and I were watching the Science Channel last night before bed and they were doing this show on love and relationships in the future. It was very interesting. Like, did you know that they are very close to creating life-like female androids who are programmed to act and behave like a real girlfriend. It's

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In my never-ending quest for knowledge, I have decided to learn about antiques. Yep, just like that, I decided. That's how I roll...So I went to the library the other day and checked out a couple of books on British, French and American antiques. I figure, after I master "the big three," I'll move on to Danish, Asian and Italian antiques, but you know...baby steps for baby feet.I found a great

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1. I was out of town all of last week at the lakehouse. We don't have internet there and I can't decide if I like that or not. It's kind of nice to relax completely without worrying about your e-mail or what's happening on Facebook. BUT, at the same time, I'm always a little worried that there's a really important e-mail waiting for me in my inbox and the sender thinks I'm rude, unprofessional

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When I was single and living in St. Louis, my uncle Doug once called me "The Female Seinfeld." He called me that because one night, during dinner, he asked me what had happened to the guy I'd been dating."I broke up with him," I replied."Why?" he asked, surprised because about two weeks earlier, I'd proclaimed that he might be "The One.""Because HE broke up with his last girlfriend because she

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I'm thinking of moving. My house feels tainted and icky to me now. The fleas have re-organized and mounted a counter-insurgency. UGH! I want to give up, move away and start fresh...a new life in a new house where fleas are just a faraway memory! In lieu of that, I suppose I can settle for getting rid of everything I own and buying all new stuff. Maybe there's a clause in my homeowner's

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This post is dedicated to my new blog BFF M.N. who sent me a very nice e-mail the other day and told me I was never allowed to stop blogging. Thank you, M.N. You made my month! I hope you weren't born in August, though. :o) Now, I should probably go ahead and tell all of you readers who were born in August that I have nothing against you personally...just the month in which you were born. I

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So we're moving into this stage with Miss Priss that my friend Cat warned me about...the stage where when Hubby has to go out of town for work, Miss Priss just melts down. It breaks my heart to watch because she knows enough to understand that he's leaving for several days, but not enough to really understand why. In her mind, Daddy's leaving her and she doesn't want him to...end of story.The

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There are lots of things in this world I want to have for my home...a new kitchen, a California Closet makeover, and a new rug for my dining room. Do you know what I got instead?Fleas. I've got fleas.Hubby and I came home from a week away to find the basement and the garage infested with the little minions of Satan AND it looked like we made it home just in time because they seemed to be

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Well, it's a done deal. Sparky and Maude tied the knot. It was a beautiful ceremony and a rockin' reception. Somebody stole my shoes...if that gives you any indication of what kind of party it was! Good times...good times.Although, I AM going to miss my shoes. They were really cute and very comfortable for strappy high heels. Oh well...a small price to pay to the party goods.I took this video of

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Night! Night! Birthday girl!

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