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I was exposed to the ugly side of human nature today.  I saw evidence of innocence lost... stolen away like a thief in the night.  I saw a mother's anguish as she was forced to face the reality of her suspicions.  

I returned home to a dark and quiet house that looked like the surreal aftermath of a hurricane.  Toys, shoes, videos, dishes, books and clothes were strewn from wall to wall in a path of destruction.  Tonight I found the clutter reassuring and comforting.  It was a sign of happiness.  I could almost hear the echoes of laughter that must have filled the air just hours ago. 

The Oompas must have really tuckered themselves out making such a mess.  They need their rest.  There is more havoc to reek come morning.

Some where out there, not far away, another mother probably lies awake straining for the echoes of happiness but hears only the sound of her own anguished heart.

Children are gifts we receive.  Cherish and protect them.  Teach them, explain about when it is okay to tell a grown up 'no'.  Keep their laughter ringing loudly.

But make them clean up their own darn mess.  The Oompas have a lot to do before they leave for school in the morning!

BATHROOM SURPRISE!

I walk for almost 8 hours a day at work.  On my breaks I sit any where I can and multitask when I can.  Yesterday while taking a potty break I pulled out my cell phone and logged on to my AOL e-mail, which is about the only way I can get online any more now days.  A couple of my journal alerts confused me until I got a neat little e-mail from Donna, my Dust Bunny Sister In Arms informing me that my Dust Bunny Club blog was one of her featured Guest Editor picks.  I can only hope that the other occupants of the restroom were all sitting down because I'm sure my excited 'whoop' scared the stuffing out of more than just a couple of them.  Thanks Donna.  Long Live the Dust Bunnies!

Dove Promises has a new line of chocolates that you all have just got to try.  Dove Desserts.  And the flavors include two of my favorites, Tiramisu and Hazelnut.  I have been in Chocolaty Heaven for a couple of days now.  It may not last much longer though because the Oompas have discovered my stash and there are only a few pieces left.  Haven't they noticed how much nicer I am when I am under the influence of chocolate?  You'd think they would leave my supply alone, and even keep it replenished, silly little Oompas!  Grrrrr!

Well, off to Black Forest to watch my Oompas beat the snot out of each other at the Melee Conclave.  I have to say that as violent as this sport is, the Oompas have been a whole lot less aggressive towards each other in the house.  They just save it up for the Melee battle field.  The pent up animosity makes for better battles, but it's a bit embarrassing when they start beating up on each other while they're on the same team.   Hopefully they'll behave this weekend.  I can only hope.....

LOOKING MY AGE...

In a week I will be 48 years old so I have decided that it is time I started acting and looking like a 48 year old woman, starting with my boobs.  I'm tired of wondering if guys were checking out my boobs or my knees when they talk to me and gaze downward.  On pay day I splurged and bought a super-dooper-mega-push-em-up bra, and presto, amazo!  My boobs are once again located above my waist and my cleavage no longer stretches from my chest all the way down to my belly button...

Until I take off my  super-dooper-mega-push-em-up bra and I once again resemble an old over milked heifer, sigh........... 

But you can bet when I celebrate my birthday at the Santana concert in Denver that the twins will be rolled up and tucked away in my super-dooper-mega-push-em-up bra and I'll be bouncing around like a giddy teenaged groupie.

Until, of course, I take off my super-dooper-mega-push-em-up bra, but that will be Dickidoo's problem then....