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Bethany

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joined on 01/28/07
last updated 04/14/08
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I'm a stay at home mom of two beautiful babies: boy & girl w/ a loving hubby & family. I have a B.S. from KSU & a C.P.M. from the NAPM / ISM (National Assoc. of Purchasing Mgmt./International Supply Mgmt). I'm just an ordinary girl in an extraordinary world with an expensive bellydance hobby!
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damn, what was on their pizza that's worth waiting in line 4 hours?!
Fri, May 9, 2008 - 1:18 PM permalink - 6 comments
 
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where

love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is

the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!


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Tue, May 6, 2008 - 9:49 AM permalink - 4 comments
 
okay, i think i won a dumb ass award yesterday.
why does the mind have a tendency to replay embarrassing moments over & over again??
anyone have any dumb ass experiences to share?
Mon, May 5, 2008 - 7:17 AM permalink - 6 comments
 
any 300 or gerard butler fans out there?
Wed, April 2, 2008 - 7:07 PM permalink - 7 comments
 
i'm going back to work, ladies! how do i look as a camel herder?
Mon, March 31, 2008 - 4:08 PM permalink - 9 comments
 
we had an eventful holiday this year! on christmas night, three out of four of us came down with the stomach flu! i woke up hearing brian yelling into the porcelain wishing well. then our daughter an hour or two later. our son got sick not too long after that!
what are the odds that three out of four of us got sick the same night?? here's the kicker: i found out that 15 people from the same holiday family gathering all came down with the flu the same day! lord knows i had my share of cleaning up protein spills so hopefully i'll be spared a ride on the regurgitron?
Wed, December 26, 2007 - 8:45 PM permalink - 7 comments
 
NEW TURKEY RECIPE

Your dinner will be the talk of the TOWN!!
You should try this!
Sure to bring smiles from your guests!
Here is a new way to prepare your Thanksgiving Turkey.

1. Cut out aluminum foil in desired shapes.
2. Arrange the turkey in the roasting pan, positioning the foil creatively.
3. Roast according to your own recipe and serve....

May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!



Happy Thanksgiving Everyone







Thu, November 15, 2007 - 12:35 PM permalink - 5 comments
 
my sentimental greeting 2 u!
Wed, October 31, 2007 - 8:56 AM permalink - 4 comments
 
Somebody sent this to me along time ago & I wish I would've kept it. Since it came back to me again, I thought I'd post it...For all the mom's out there & girlfriends who may someday be Moms. May you
always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.


Being a Mom:

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter
casually mentions that she and her husband are
thinking of “starting a family”.

“We’re taking a survey,” she says half-joking. “Do you
think I should have a baby?”

“It will change your life,” I say, carefully keeping
my tone neutral.

“I know,” she says.

“No more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous
vacations.”

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my
daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want
her to know what she will never learn in childbirth
classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds
of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will
leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will
forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read
a newspaper without asking, “What if that had been MY
child?” That every plane crash, ever house fire will
haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving
children, she will wonder if anything could be worse
than watching your child die.

I look carefully at her manicured nails and stylish
suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she
is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive
level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent
call of “Mom!” will cause her to drop a soufflй, and
her best crystal without a moments hesitation. I feel
that I should warn her that no matter how many years
she has invested in her career, she will be
professionally derailed by motherhood. She might
arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going
into an important business meeting and she will think
of her baby’s sweet smell. She will have to use every
ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to
make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions
will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy’s
desire to go to the men’s room rather than the women’s
at McDonald’s will become a major dilemma. That right
there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming
children, issues of independence and gender identity
will be weighted against the prospect that a child
molester may be lurking in that restroom. However
decisive she may be at the office, she will
second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure
her that eventually she will shed the pounds of
pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about
herself. That her life, now so important, will be of
less value to her once she has a child. That she would
give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but
will also begin to hope for more years, not to
accomplish her own dream, but to watch her child
accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny
stretch marks will become badges of honor. My
daughter’s relationship with her husband will change,
but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could
understand how much more you can love a man who is
careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to
play with his child. I think she should know that she
will fall in love with him again for reasons she would
now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could
sense the bond she will feel with women throughout
history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and
drunk driving.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of
seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to
capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is
touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first
time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it
actually hurts.

My daughter’s quizzical look makes me realize that
tears have formed in my eyes. “You’ll never regret
it,” I finally say. Then I reached across the table,
squeezed my daughter’s hand and offered a silent
prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere
mortal women who stumble their way into this most
wonderful of callings.

Tue, October 9, 2007 - 1:01 PM permalink - 8 comments
 
I just got served jury duty papers yesterday! I'm summoned to go on my kids' first few weeks of kindergarten & preschool! I'm so bummed! This is a big deal for them & me! I've never been to jury duty before. Can I appeal this? What a crock of shit!
Tue, August 28, 2007 - 6:45 AM permalink - 6 comments
 
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