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My house is rebelling against me, and I'm overwhelmed. It's in that lovely stage where things have to get worse before they get better. Dirty laundry in piles on the floor, waiting their turn to get washed; little plastic Target bags of trash, sitting by the door needing to be taken out; and half-finished projects sitting around, because I have a knack for trying to accomplish too many things at once.
So I'm blogging instead.

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It's inventory week at Brad's store. Every year, he somehow gets named the Inventory Captain, which roughly translated means "we own your soul for the next 48 hours".


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My husband has invited over a coworker and his family for dinner Saturday night. I love to entertain, so this is definitely not an issue. The issue?... my husband somehow thinks that we can invite people over for dinner, yet not buy any food to serve them. I mean, I'm pretty good at making a nice presentation, but there's only so much I can do with a box of Kashi cereal and some mac n cheese.

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Our little Bible study's bake sale is tomorrow night. My sister's school is putting on a play, and we're the intermission food. Honestly? I have no flippin' clue how this is going to work itself out. I've been waiting for like two weeks to find out how many people are coming to this thing. So instead of continually pestering people, I'm just baking up a storm. Each mom girl is in charge of baking a few things. I'm not worried about the food, really. I'm concerned about pricing and labeling and setup and all that. But it'll all work itself out. I tend to like to take over things like this and do it all myself. But technically, this is my sister's thing. I'm here to help her, not hijack her plans.
The money we get will go directly to relief for Japan. This is what the girls wanted to raise money for, so that's what we're doing.

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I have a new method for keeping myself away from sweets, which is pretty crucial since I'm surrounded by them at the moment. Before I take a bite of anything, this thought goes through my mind, "Would you rather be smokin' hot? Or eat a bowl of ice cream?" So far, it's worked. I've lost two pounds this week. Um... maybe I should mention how I'd gained them last week from eating said ice cream. Yeah. Forget that. It's not important.

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Noah has this night time ritual of running around nakey before his bath. He has his own made-up-in-his-head race track, and we chase him around, occasionally pinching his dimply butt resulting in lots of giggles. We've been doing this for at least the last three to four months and never once has he had an accident. Until last night. Noah pooped on our floor. Thank goodness he hadn't had a massive fiber-filled day. It could've been bad.
I think I'll leave this bit of info out on Saturday with our dinner guests.