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Unfortunately, I am too busy to write any long-winded posts/rants (I'm sure some of you are crushed by that one ;D )

I will probably post something on a weekly basis or from time to time over the next two months, when I get a chance.  Right now we're super busy plugging info into our website and building our home business.  I just can't make time for the blogosphere.

I do hope to pop by during the later evening hours to keep up with everyone and posts comments on other blogs.

I hope everyone is having a good summer!  The weather here has been gorgeous and sunny!

And what will I do this time while I wait for the washers and dryers to finish up with all the dirty work?  (There is a good reason for buying certain kinds of breakfast cereal.)

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Just Outta Bed...

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Ok, so how many people are we gonna have to gather together in order for this chalice of melting scabby slime with crap on top to be worth $25,000?  I mean, of all the nerve!  With the price of gas and food! I don’t know about anyone else, but the new Girl Scout thin mint cookie DQ Blizzard looks more appetizing to me.

I’d laugh maniacally with an AK-47, if given the opportunity to blow away the moron who concocted this (I know, I’m extremely angry and hateful)!  Less remorse would be felt killing the slob who invented it than actually eating the thing.  Or, how about kidnapping him, tying him to a chair and force-feeding him Ben and Jerry’s chunky monkey?  How could anyone, after eating this, sleep at night?

I’m sorry folks, but this deserves hell.  My lifetime of sins doesn’t equal this one.

What is the meaning of dessert, really?  I mean, obviously this moron has a whole other notion of dessert.  I feel cramps in inanimate objects, like my plate or fork, when dessert is over $4 a slice. 

Last week, there was a press video of the ever-so-inventive whimsy-ass drooling geeze-wad taking a bite of his art.  It’s horrifying—him and his slobbery tongue!  Where was that justice-serving vindictive hole that was supposed to open up beneath his feet and suck him into the core of the earth?   Somebody needed to turn him around, pull his pants down, and shove that thing in the appropriate hole for the love of the universe!  (I'd pay at least $1 to see that!)

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This cat has a reason to run.  Our cat, Miles, runs when there is a breeze outside...just like this. I think I make Miles nervous.  Sometimes I'm intentional, but most often he just gets out of my way.  I clipped this from Google.  The domain is not my husband, just a coincidence.

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And yes...that really is me.

I'm really into cereal for the start of my day and sometimes at the end of the day as an evening snack.  I'm pretty open-minded about new cereals and new versions of cereals.  But there has to be a limit.  For example, most people would agree that Frosted Mini Wheats are a nice sweet and hearty breakfast, yes?  But come on!  We're doing the rainbow thing here with all these new flavors that just aren't quite making it.  Ok, so I like these:

However, you can also get Maple and Brown Sugar, Vanilla or Blueberry and dare I say, Plain shredded wheat versions (variable by size I believe).  Correct me if there are others I've missed.  Earlier this week I got all excited and bought the new Blueberry Frosted Mini Wheats.  At first I thought they were ok.  But with a second approach I thought they tasted too much akin to Flinstone vitamins.  The vanilla flavored taste like Play-Doh to me, sorry Dad I know you like that version.  Of all, I think the classic Frosted Mini Wheats are the best.  Second would be strawberry for me.  And, the maple and brown sugar ones are decent.  But there is a limit.  I think chocolate would not be good.  But, you just know they're gonna try it.  And if not chocolate, the creepy eyes of lemon or peaches and cream are lurking around the corner.

Change is good, ok I'm not saying that change is a bad thing.  But it just seems to me that companies keep whipping out these new versions of everything and I'm starting to wonder what kinda acid they're all on.  It just seems to me that no matter what it is, what it was is never enough.  I mean, what the fudge?  Are Mini Wheat sales down? 

We get to this point where we don't even remember what it was that surprised us anymore because we're always changing everything and not just gradually, really.  Change seems to be getting faster and before you know it we're gonna walk into the supermarket and there it will be:  THE HUGE LONE BOX OF CEREAL WITH EVERYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY WANT INSIDE, including the prize.  Maybe things aren't really changing that much.  Maybe I'm just getting older.

Fast-forward 20 years...We're all gathered around this huge vat that was once a supermarket.  Attached to each of us is a tube.  It's 7:45AM.  We're having Frosted Mini Wheats...Clear...Liquid version.

I just want to say to all of those women who are trying to conceive that I've been thinking of you and hoping that you're pulling through.  I can't imagine how worn down physically, emotionally, and mentally you must be feeling these days.  But, I admire and respect your ability to keep going and to keep fighting for what you want.  I have a feeling that you've reached a solid stance of a true fighter, the point to keep standing up and fighting for what you want even when you haven't failed, but something out of your control has. 

I think of myself and you and how it would be in your shoes.  Is it the same?  Are we really all one and the same and in the same predicament?  Though I've yet to go ahead to the more serious next steps that some of you have, I feel the pain and disappointment every month when it doesn't happen.  It's only the months that we don't try that I feel free of the emotional pain and can think rationally and clearly about who I really am and where I am right now.  Unfortunately, I don't feel the disappointment of conception in those months, but I still get the panic of the hourglass.  What if I wasted a month?  What if that could have been the month I had a good egg?  What if...?  These uncertainties and questions are always there as long as the void is.

There is the inherent need within most, if not all women, to reproduce and be a mother.  I think that now, going on 36, will I ever have a child of my own particularly since Dave and I haven't been able to conceive yet.  It's such a roller coaster of emotions mixed with methodologies of where to go and what to do and think of next.  Sometimes I'm really able to revel in our time together and how much I enjoy Dave's company and being free of the stress and woes that a helpless, dependent child will bring.  However, there still and always exists nestled in a soft cozy bed deep within me a need to give of myself in a different way.  I think I've evolved to a level that reveals to me that what I want to do is give as opposed of wanting to achieve something.  I've thought to myself, well now can I really help my body when it just can't or won't do it? I can, to some degree fight it.  And even with all this fighting I discover that I can't make my body cooperate my dream isn't entirely at an end.  That much, keeps me going. 

As a result, my brain has really toyed with the idea of adoption even though we've not yet tried all of my options for conceiving a child of our own.  After time and time of disappointment I've realized something about myself and that is it's not solely my need to achieve one of my own flesh, but my need to give and to make someone feel known and loved.  And, I don't mean just adoption of a baby per se but adoption of a young child who really has nothing or no one.  Unfortunately, I see these kinds of children who in fact, have mothers and fathers but those mothers and fathers have no patience or humanity to give a child what it truly needs and that is love and acceptance.  It is a right that all human beings deserve but a lot aren't receiving.  Seeing children with parents who seem obviously irritated by their existence makes me sad and feeling cheated because I have that desire, ability and mother quality to give a child what it needs.  And I know that, if I were to be walking down a street and someone were to hand me a strange child that I've never seen before, I'd probably take it.  Kind of freaky, I know, but true nonetheless.

I think, achieving the beginnings of a baby of my own and Dave’s flesh and blood would be a super great miracle!  And, from the time of infancy it would grow and be nurtured by its mother becoming the little human being that possesses some of the pieces of both my and Dave's qualities.  Then I think, well maybe that's too perfect for me.  Maybe, that is my dream but not my reality necessarily.  I think, what if we were to have a child that was 5 or 6 years of age and we didn't get that opportunity to start from the very beginning?  Somehow, I think it would mean more to that child to really be noticed for the first time.  It would mean just as much to me, to us, to know someone’s life could be changed.

Anyway, for those of you trying to conceive, I don't mean to step over the line by expressing my own desires.  I'm not posing as the "new idea-box" or "answer-man" for the troubles you are facing because I don't know you and that's not fair.  But what I do think is that you are a giver, or you wouldn't be so diligently marching toward your goal.  You will give of yourself to a child someday and whether it is of your own flesh or perhaps one you've found, I think you'll be very good at it.  And, I think someone will be very lucky to have found you too ;)

(((HUGS)))

Hetta