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I was actually going to check my Yahoo mail, and there was a link to watch the greatest Super Bowl ads of all time. Great! I love the Talking Stain from Tide and of course the E-Trade baby. But then I saw something in a side link that caught my eye: High Waisted Mom Jeans Make Fashion Comeback.  http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=mom+jeans Wow. I didn’t know there was such a thing. I thought that there were just jeans and then the jeans that famous people wear. I didn’t know MOMS had their own jeans! However, the title of the article [which I can’t find now, sorry about that] seemed to suggest that these jeans making a comeback was a BAD thing.  Apparently it is. So now, if I want to be completely hip and normal, I need to wear jeans that show half of my buttcrack and constantly fall down. That is real progress for the human race.

I am still sick. I have a bad headcold and a huge mailing for work that I must get completed. Both issues are cancelling the other out. I hate being sick.  I hate it. My one eye keeps watering alot too, which is annoying. But at at least I can work from home.

We got a new tub this week. The landlord saw fit to provide us with one, since the old one was leaking.  You would *think* this would not be up for debate, but landlords are a peculiar people, and this was in discussion for about 3 weeks.  All the while we had buckets in the basement to catch the water. The new tub is very nice and ‘new’ looking but absolutely the cheapest tub money can buy.  I just hope it lasts until we can move out of here.

Our landlord is on Facebook, and added me as her friend. Yet she has never posted anything nor written me.  I read of someone abroad who was evicted via FB, and I am wondering if that is why my landlord is on board. Just to spy on us and make sure we are not boasting about large purchases when the rent is late.  Our rent is not late, though, so I don’t know what she is worried about. I feel very strongly that keeping a roof over our head is a big priority.

On Thursday, the toddler [known as #6]  cut himself a bit with an x-acto knife that was within reach, thanks to the teenager [known as #1].  It wasn’t too deep but it was bloody for a while. He actually vomited a bit from seeing his own blood, poor thing. Of course, #1 felt terrible for not cleaning up her supplies.  Then the first grader [#5]  wanted to help me cook supper and instead of taking the potatoes out of the pot and placing them on the plate in the microwave, he just stuck the whole T-Fal pot in the microwave. About 5 mins. later there is a strong chemical smell….. I got it just in time, but the goldfish grew two heads and we all sprouted some chest hair.  We still ate the potatoes.

I had to pick up the husband from work again last night. That is a long story but it stinks to get him at 1am.  Especially when I am not feeling well to begin with.  The lady that brings him home often leaves early now if the company gives them voluntary excused time off.  I took #1 with me since it was a Friday night anyway, and all the other children are at their ‘other’ parents for visitation. My day yesterday consisted of dragging myself out of bed, working, post office visits for this mailing, phone calls, feeling like crap, and then taking hubby to work.  #1 made supper since I ran to the school last minute to get her a dance ticket for tonight’s ‘Turn About’ Dance. I think they used to call it the Sadie Hawkins dance or something, you know, where the girls ask the boys. Well, in the 50s that was taboo. But I know that from the 80s and 90s for sure girls have been asking the boys so now it is just another dance. Anyway, the school is doing a neon and black light theme. So the kids are dressing in 80s gear. What? When the heck did the 80s become classic??? 

It is true that fashion repeats itself.  It is just eerie seeing my daughter and her friends dress like we did. Minus the big hair. That is still out. Thank goodness.

We went to the thrift shop for something else and she got some ‘neon-y’ garb. I love the thrift shop.  Then we met hubby for his break and then went home. I spent the rest of the time polishing my FB page and then back out in the cold to pick him up.

I wish I could breathe! I hate being sick! Did I mention that?

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Hello.  I have another blog but I never write for it. Pathetic, I know. Quite frankly, coming up with timely and interesting topics that are well written is something my brain cannot do right now. Not saying that this blog will be complete crap, but it will just be more of an online journal for me.  This is why I chose the ‘secretmom’ name. I cannot reveal my true identity as that would not be prudent at this time, for reasons you will see later on. So, it is a ‘secret’ thing, and I am definitely a ‘mom’ and there you go! Lest you think I am using anonymity as a cop-out, that is not so. I am a witness to 2 court cases and cannot go public with things at this time.  But my life has been so incredible and so stressful, I thought I should vent. People tell me ‘ you should write a book.’  Yeah, well lot’s of people have stressful, odd lives. Doesn’t mean you need to go become a Ernest Hemingway or something. Still, with the availability of self-publishing these days, I wouldn’t rule it out.