Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010


I just took my two kids and the neighbor kid on a walk to 7-11. It's not a long walk but part of the way is without sidewalks. I wanted some exercise and bribed the kids with Slurpees if they came along. They were all more than willing. The event went off without a hitch...then I got home.

I went and chatted with the neighbors who's kid I had taken with me. They thought it was cool. Then I went home to pee and sit down. Hubster has a habit of watching mindless TV while building Lego's and I thought I'd need a portable oxygen concentrator to deal with what I saw. He was watching "Smarter than a 5th grader". No biggie until I saw Sanjaya was on. Seriously? I'm in a mind numbing comatose right now. How on Earth does something like this happen? I'm changing the channel. That was painful. ..Just saying..

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