Takin' Care of Bizness

The Good Flea, Christina at My 5 Little Monkeys and KidzMama at Not A Spare Minute gave me the Excellent Blogger award. I'm so honored! Thanks, guys. I had no idea so many thought I was excellent. I'm tearing up.


And I guess I get to pass this Excellent Award on to other wonderful reads.

Aimee at The Mother Load has a great blog. She's a bit preoccupied right now with the Bun in the Oven, who's not cooperating with the whole birth and delivery thing very well.

The Mom Bomb is always a fun and entertaining read. I love seeing what she has to say next.

Driving With The Brakes On is another excellent blog, and she just announced her pregnancy. This makes me happy for her and for me, too. I'm not pregnant.

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Now, some outright nosiness on my part. But I'd appreciate if you'd humor me on this one. My husband, like every other man in the entire world, is so sure that he's deprived. I keep telling him that he's got it good for a man who's been married 15 years and has 4 children, but he scoffs. See that little poll in the top right corner of my blog? Go vote. Divulge your bedroom secrets, my peeps! And the great thing is that you can confess that you romp under the covers nightly, or that you haven't had a rendezvous in years, and nobody will know who's voting what. We'll just see total percentages, and then we can all tell our husbands where they stand in the overall who's-getting-what. Or not tell him, depending on where you fall.


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Our church holds a little rodeo event for the kids once a year, and this being January, it was rodeo time! Being lifeless like we are, the kids get all excited about this and have even caught my husband up in the festivities. He bought himself a cowboy hat and boots just to wear once a year. (He got the boots off ebay from someone who "just bought them to wear once at a funeral, they're brand new otherwise." No kidding.) I've saved all my gear from the glory days of showing horses because I had no idea if I'd ever want it again. Turns out I just don't have a desire to wear a cowboy hat to Wal-Mart on a regular basis. I kept the two that I had, though, and wear one of them to the rodeo. I loan the other one to one of the kids. This year none of the kids could wear the extra one. My head is smaller than my children's heads. Well, the 10 and 12 year olds' heads at least. The hat fit the 7 year old. I must have a thin skull because we all know it's all brain up there. NOT.




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I started my gym membership this week. I knew I was out of shape, but it's worse than I thought. UGH. My personal trainer kept asking if the weights selected were good or needed adjusting. They were all fine until I got to the crunches. I seriously needed the weight adjusted on those, but sadly it's just my heft I'm having a hard time moving about. I've had one day of workout so far and dread going back. Don't get me wrong - I really do enjoy exercising, but after an intense first day I know my body will be screaming at me to just stop it already upon my return. But I'm here to tell you, friends, that this baby weight is coming off. The baby will be 5 soon and I've no excuses any longer.

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Knocking on wood here, but we haven't had a new illness strike our family in over a week. And? The pneumonia turned out to be a good thing with Micah. The Boy Who Wouldn't Take Medicine is now the best kid to dose EVER. Simply syringe it into his mouth (that he opens like a little birdie) and he swallows. No fighting, no fussing, no tears or struggles. It's truly a miracle. I've no idea what clicked in his little mind, but when that click happens with potty training I'll be set.

I think we've passed on the medical crises to my brother. This boy is an extremist. He climbs and skiis and bikes for a living. He's lost a few friends in avalanches, rock slides and the like. It's only by the grace of God that he's still alive. Seriously. My brother broke his foot last fall preparing for a bike race. He got to keep his foot (one doc talked of amputation) but ended up with 12 pins in his heel. I wasn't aware that one heel could hold that many pins, but I saw the x-rays and counted them myself. Just about time he got the cast off, he went sledding. He broke both legs at the same time and is currently casted to his knees.
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I had something else that was ever so pressing to share with you. But since I've just put myself to sleep I cannot remember it. Before you nod off from today's boring drivel, please go vote. I seriously need to let my husband know that I'm right and he's not.