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....more helpful advice.

Not here, here. Get your cat to watch the babies while you do.

...ok so I lied, sue me

I said I wouldn't be posting here anymore. I just can't help it. I am 17 hits away from a huge number, and as we all know. My name is Annie and I'm a hit ho. So, when 17 more people show up here, I'll leave you all alone.

Also, if you do go here we are having some, to be expected, technical difficulties. If you have problems commenting, please email me or leave a comment here. I am also a comment ho.

I did want to thank you for being my friends here. I suppose it may indicate a mental defect on my part to think of you as a friend since I only know some of you IRL. I appreciate the Tilt a Whirl sightings and such, I will not lock myself out of the house again and not think of all of you.

But for now, I have to go and forget to start a washing machine or dishwasher or some other "time saving" device. And please, call 16 of your friends so I can get on with my life already.

...ATTN Blogspot Followers

Since I'm moving, I'm not going to be writing over here anymore. You can start following me at the new site The way to do this is to go to your blogger home page and there are several buttons at the bottom of the page, Add, Manage, What is following, and the read in google reader. If you hit Add and type in http://annieology.com it will automatically update your reader with new posts.

Content will remain the same, just a lot more toys to play with. Hope to see you both over there:)

...I'm too sexy for my blogger

My blog is going places. We're moving on up. It won't be too scary for you I promise. You'll still feel at home. Feel free to invite your friends over for the fun, it'll be easy with the sociable buttons at the new place. The moving company is working on getting some new features, but for now, it'll feel just like home. Come on over and check it out.

Born of the Heart: Socially Active Teens

I wrote this awhile ago on my adoption site, which is no longer active, but I love this story....


Our pediatrician is an American by choice. Austrian by birth. His bedside manner as well as his english have a lot to be desired, but I can call, get in, see him, get a prescription filled and be home in under an hour. This with three kids under five, I'll deal with the heavy accent and the gruffness, time is something you never get back, and sitting three hours in a waiting room is not how I choose to spend my life. As an added bonus, he seems to know everything and has diagnosed many things that others have missed.

He is quite accommodating to the scores of children I have, trying to see them all at once so I don't have to make multiple trips. One day, we had the entire posse in his big room. Getting all of the preliminary background on all of them before taking them off to examine them more closely in the small room. One by one he asked me if the born of the heart babies were adjusting well, were "socially active" knowing all about their psychological issues and such, these were relevant questions for the BOTH children. Then he gets to my BOB girl. A teen who will remain nameless. She being the oldest he asks if she is "sexually active". I replied, "no, I don't think so." Big girl then chimes in with "I AM TOO MOM. I HAVE LOTS OF FRIENDS." Then starts naming them one by one by one, girls and boys with which she hangs. Indignant that I would see her as unpopular. I shot her a look and mouthed "sexually" at which point she died. Luckily we were in a doctors office, but that poor girl has not gone back since.

...this is what we watch in church

...I've been a tad distracted

I know, what could be more important than blogging 12 times a day? Well, I have to go out there and do a lot of stupid things to tell you all about. For one...Also, an Awesomeness Conference doesn't just happen, these things have to be planned. Well, conference might be a bit of a stretch, there won't be any keynote speakers or seminars, or even webinars. There may be a tshirt though.

As far as the Awesomeness goes, it's a mixture of all things great that we have had to put aside in ourselves since we became Mommy's. Sleeping til noon, relaxing by the pool, fake skydiving, enjoying a fine meal that doesn't come in a wrapper, and the most foreign of all, going out after dark. What? That's crazy talk.

As far as dates go, I'm torn between mid summer and right after the kids go back to school. I am open for suggestions, since there will only be four of us....

I'll be out there interacting with others today, I'm bound to come up with something to share.

...Not me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.


I certainly did not bum a smoke from the ice cream man, then proceed to lock myself out of the house while I smoked it.

During which time I did not threaten my three four year olds with loss of driving privileges in 12 years if they did not remain on their couches and watch a movie so I could enjoy my smoke.

I certainly did not have to beg them to come and "let mommy in" and they most certainly did not believe they were being tested were not going to fall for it.

I most certainly did have a chance to tell my husband all about it, and he did not have to read about it on the blog.

I did not let anybody have birthday cake for breakfast, since we did not have three birthdays in a house of seven, have three birthday cakes.

We most certainly did not start a 1K charity walk and then go to our car because it was raining.

Of course we would never spend a weeks worth of grocery money on two fast food meals, that would be silly.

I did not stay up til two last night chatting on Facebook, making myself too tired to function today. I did not do that, despite what you may have heard. I did not then instruct the three four year olds in calisthenics while laying on the couch in hopes that they would burn off some energy so I could rest awhile longer. Not me....

...and this is why I'm hot

I looked myself up in the Urban Dictionary. Turns out Annie is urban slang.

A Greek name: (meaning) gorgeous, kindhearted, rebellious, gentle towards others.

An exclamation beauty and wonder

A heat parasite;
one who steals heat from men; can only be defeated by a spin move.

Although I don't know what a heat parasite is...

Also be warned that the Urban dictionary is not to be used as a reference manual for just about anyone, TMI in there for sure.

...are you looking to adopt and live in NC or SC?

I came across this today. Spread the word. They are needing parents for DIA immediately. Sounds like they have a baby in need of some parents.

...it's time for the Oscar's already?

I think the only movie I've seen this year is Mall Cop. It did not garner one nomination. How can that be? Bobby Canavale should get a nomination just for looking so Awesome. I've been smitten since he died on Third Watch, yes I cried, leave me alone.

The idea of an Oscar Party though is appealing, not to watch the Oscar's though, just for another excuse to have people over and eat good food. The last time we had an Oscar Party there was a wardrobe malfunction. No wait, I'm confusing that with something else.

We watched the Oscar Red Carpet ceremony on E! last year. Omom and Charlie were in the stadium seating just behind Ryan Seacrest. Awesome. Luckily odad was about a foot taller than the rest of the crowd and has very distinctive features so he was very easy to spot. We can only assume that was omom sitting next to him, we don't have E! in HD. I think we have been permanently banned from watching as we were more excited to see omom and Charlie than we were to see the stars.

Here's my brother in law working the Red Carpet at the Oscar's.





You can tell, because he's standing on a red carpet, and the guy next to him has a plate full of little Oscar's.

Since I don't post pictures of us here, that's what my husband looks like, only taller, darker and handsomer, but I may be biased. We're still so disgustingly in love, I only have eyes for him.

The last time I was excited for the Oscar's we had three channels, and Kathy Bates won for Misery. Yes, I grew all the way up without cable or satellite, to top it off the whole town only had four movie screens, six in the summer....I miss the drive in. I guess that explains the stunted development of my caring about the Oscar's parts.

So, I'll be watching the Amazing Race tonight. I'm sure I'll be able to find out who won tomorrow. E! online will have all the horrendous dresses and embarrasing Oscar speeches and Red Carpet moments. If you want to come over and watch the race with me, let me know, I'll put on some hors de vours.

...possibly useless/ful information

As I often do on a Saturday, while my men are constructing walls and such, I was reading up on "Important Facts" they print on the back of medication ads. This one happens to be for Viagra.

The instructions state that you should...
"Take Viagra about 1 hour before you want to have sex."

Um, excuse me, I am pretending to be a guy. I've wanted to have sex constantly since I was 12. And prior to the moment I wanted to have sex, I didn't want to have sex because girls were icky. But since my "aha" moment, it's been constant. Is there a pill I can take to go back to an hour before that?

Now, I'm back to being a girl....here's the possibly useful information for you Viagra people at Pfizer Pharmaceutical. Prescribe it to us girls, print in your info to give it to our guys 1 hour prior to us wanting to have sex. It could even be used for foreplay.

There's an idea.

******IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER FOR ALL OF HUBBY'S FRIENDS WHO READ THIS******

So not a problem here. I still have to fight him off with a stick, (sorry) not that I would though, cuz he's a stud. Right honey?


Another side note on the possible side effects of Viagra

"Trouble telling blue and green apart" REALLY? Do you want to take a chance with that?
Loss of sight or hearing or death. "Most of these happened in men who already had heart problems" and probably lied to their doctor.

ps I ran this by hubby as it involved Viagra, he noted that if that were a problem, and he had to choose between blue and green differentian and sex. He'd take his chances with blue and green becoming a muddled mess. Just so ya know.

...I don't get up at God awful early on a Saturday to walk in the rain for just anyone

So, I was a little sleepy this morning. I say that like it's unique for me to be tired in the morning after staying up late the night before, like I always do. So the first statement, disregard it. Last night we stayed up way too late, partying like we were all four, loving on friends and eating





Lots of bread, this is only the half of it....and steaks, (no picture, but meat is meat, unless it's murder like I see on the tshirts all the kids are wearing and if any cows happen to be reading this, it might be disturbing for them to see their kin, so no picture)

Then, like we had any room, we had CAKE.....


This is Princess's Doggy Cake with Dark Curly Hair, yes I know, it's AWESOME. And if you want to discuss disturbing, it was seeing the dismembered doggy spread out on our buffet for all to enjoy, but I digress.

MORE CAKE


Oops and now you know Felpsy's real name too. But yes, that is a cake, and it is a light saber and WOW, IT WAS AWESOME!

AND EVEN MORE CAKE



This was Boog's cake, it was Diego on one side, Spiderman on the other and it was "on fire" as requested. It was my favorite, it was lemon with buttercream, YUM!

I would say you can't buy that kind of cake, but you will be able to and soon, but only locally, so this only applies to three of you, and two of them are us....anyway

Back to the reason I had to get up at God awful early this rainy Saturday morning. There was a walk for a local school, where one of the band members from our church sends his son. Joey the dad, is Awesome! And to say that guy can play guitar, would not do what he does with a guitar justice. He should be a rockstar. But I'm glad he chooses to bless our church week in and week out with his talent. Anyway, fundraising walk this morning. It was raining. I was detoxing from carbs, sleep would not let me go. But I said screw sleep, Joey blesses our family so dang much, we're going. And we did. And it rained. And it was great. I know in no way does our little sacrifice of a couple hours of sleep compare with what he does, and what his wife does by sharing him with throngs of people every week, but I hope he knows that he does indeed bless us. And I hope that they raised a whole boat load of cash for the school.

...karma laughs at me

So, I finally had three minutes to myself to enjoy the treat I bummed from the ice cream man. The kids were engrossed in some tv show, so I enacted "rest time" and threatened them with loss of driving privileges 12 years from now if they so much as stepped off the couch until said show was over.

I gathered the necessary treat and not one, but two incendiary devices as we do live in the windy city by the sea, I figured I'd be safe and at least one would light. I snuck out the back patio door and failed not once, but twice to make fire. I returned to the matchbox and took the whole thing this time, I will not be denied.....back out the patio door, success. I enjoyed my little treat and tried to come back in. I say tried because there seemed to have been a door malfunction sometime in the last two minutes. Sure enough, a confiscated sword had fallen into the tracks, the door was not moving. (Keep that in mind next time we go on vacation) Our backyard is secured to maximum security prison standards, and my phone, not in my pocket.

I was forced to knock on the door in the living room. Where the kids had been forbidden to leave their couches. Haha karma. You're so funny.

...I'm putting me back on the list

Oprah has apparently challenged the drones to do so. It sounds so grown up. But I guess list making is a pretty grown up thing to do. Even Big Boy isn't in the list making phase of life, that may have more to do with genetics however.

Lists don't work for me. For one, I can never remember where I put the list. For two, I am a rule breaker. The "Shoplifting is a crime" signs only serve as a reminder that "I could steal this". I never have, stealing isn't in my bag of evil goodies. If they want to be more effective, just remind me to put it on your high interest credit card by offering me a free orphan with every credit card purchase, be sure to picture said pathetic orphan, it would get me every time. If I put something on a list, it's like I have to not do it, I'm a rebel. Just go and look in old posts for lists I've already made....

Also, I would need more specific list activity. If it were simply to say "me" on my list, I still wouldn't know what to do with myself. Nails, hair, lunch with a friend. Me, is simply too ambiguous for me. Of course, who needs reminded to get their nails and hair done, or to call a friend for lunch? I need to be reminded to clean the kids bathroom. I'm never in there, never interested in going in there, assuming someone else is taking pride in said bathroom and keeping up with it. They're not. Those are the things I need to be reminded of, not "shopping for new shoes".

So, I guess I lied.

This is the day...: ...maybe I'm a bitch

Flashback Friday - maybe I'm a bitch, but if I am she deserved it.

This is the day...: ...maybe I'm a bitch

...just a reminder

The party tomorrow is to celebrate the birth/placement of my children. I hardly know any of your children, and from what I can see, there isn't much for me to celebrate. I'm sure you love them, but they don't do much for me. Therefore...

your children will not be leaving our party with any loot. I did not spend hundreds of dollars on crap that you will curse about when you open the goodie bag, there is no gum in a cellophane bag, in fact, there isn't even a cellophane bag. If anyone should get a gift besides the birthday kids it should be me, (or any other mother) as we are the ones who either birthed them or spent thousands on legal fees for the privilege to parent them. Maybe that's a tradition I could get into....

I know, it's poor manners to not have them. I don't care. Why should I have to buy your kids a bunch of crap because it's my kids' birthdays? They are four. We are having cake, which I did not buy. If they are lucky I'll buy some juice boxes, but even that's looking iffy, I have yet to see a kid who simultaneously enjoys a juice box and has the prowess to operate one.

I did not hire a clown nor did I get the themed jumpy. Your kids will just have to enjoy the company of my kids. When it gets dark they can turn off the lights in the playroom, living room, and back yard and play hide and seek with glo-bracelets. Now that's entertainment. That is if your boys can tear themselves away from the huge pile of dirt in the backyard. (don't wear the nice clothes)

I don't apologize in advance for any trouble this may cause you. It's high time we teach our kids that the world does not revolve around them getting stuff at every opportunity. To teach them that it is better to give than to receive. If you cannot simply come and enjoy the company of others then please stay home.

....you probably don't know this, but

You can get a whole lot of dirt for $23 - if you pick it up yourself. Of course, I don't want to. I am apparently the first person in this town of hundreds of thousands that has ever wanted dirt delivered. Three places didn't know how much it cost to have it delivered. Really, not one person has ever wanted you to bring the dirt to them? OK. One place didn't have the capability to bring it if they wanted to. Heck of a business model folks.

It reminds me of a radio giveaway they had in a town I lived in years ago. Cow poop. Some rancher would dump a big load (pardon the pun)of cow poo in the parking lot and it was yours for the taking. They had live remotes from the parking lot, hilarious. Of course there is a difference between free cow poo and dirt you have to pay for. People would show up for miles around for free poo.

One thing you might know, but I don't is this. Is it more "green" to live on an acreage ten miles from town where you can raise chickens and a cow or two for a portion of your own food, making a trip to town only once or twice a week. Or living in a urban planned area, where everything you need is within walking distance, but your food needs to be brought in? I'm torn. I grew up miles from town, swore I would live within walking distance of everything when I had the choice. It's not really practical to walk home with pack of 400 rolls of tp though. And unless I, gasp, homeschooled, the kids would have to be shipped off everyday anyway. So really what you're saying is that there is no solution.

I don't really know anything else that either of us may or may not know. If you come up with something, let me know, then I'll let you know.

...yep, I did.

I bummed a smoke from the ice cream man today. I know, all your dreams for me just came crashing down. I don't, as a rule, smoke. I have never gotten into the habit, thank you Jesus, but every once in awhile, there is nothing better.

Although he sees me week after week, five or so kids screaming up and down the street, in various forms of undress, he was under the impression that I had it all together. I'll pause for a moment while you all laugh.

Right now, I'm just waiting for everyone to leave me alone for three minutes so I can hide in the backyard and enjoy it. Again, I'll wait for you to stop laughing.

Why do I feel like I'm in high school again? I wonder what happened to all of the cigarettes my "friends" lost in my car....I bet my mom was smokin them after we all went to bed.