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I couldn't resist...

Bethany — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 17:50:53 GMT

Cheryl & I were joking about having the spartans dance the debke at her house & it reminded me of my favorite spartan of all

$100 bill, yall

Bethany — Tue, 20 May 2008 19:57:49 GMT

What would you do if you found a $100 bill? My 4 year old found a $100 bill in the street today & my husband wants to turn it in. The way I see it is, if its found in a commercial spot, say a business parking lot, a restaurant or store, I would agree. But in a public street, I think that falls under the finders' keepers rule....

pizza anyone?

Bethany — Fri, 09 May 2008 20:18:38 GMT

damn, what was on their pizza that's worth waiting in line 4 hours?!

The beauty of a woman

Bethany — Tue, 06 May 2008 16:49:21 GMT

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! (source: unknown)

dumb ass

Bethany — Mon, 05 May 2008 14:17:06 GMT

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?

This is Sparta !!!

Bethany — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:07:01 GMT

any 300 or gerard butler fans out there?

my new day job

Bethany — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 23:08:10 GMT

i'm going back to work, ladies! how do i look as a camel herder?

deck the halls with barking turkey

Bethany — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 04:45:16 GMT

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?

new turkey recipe

Bethany — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 20:35:25 GMT

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

Happy Halloween

Bethany — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 15:56:41 GMT

my sentimental greeting 2 u!

Being a Mom

Bethany — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 20:01:57 GMT

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.

I Got Served!

Bethany — Tue, 28 Aug 2007 13:45:20 GMT

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!

Spidey's alter ego!

Bethany — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 17:34:35 GMT

Hero by day, streaker by night!

OOPS!

Bethany — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 17:32:56 GMT

Before I Was A Mom

Bethany — Sat, 12 May 2007 22:18:00 GMT

Happy Mothers Day to All Moms on Tribe ! Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night. Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom. Before I was a Mom I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. Before I was a Mom I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.

i think i'd rather hold it

Bethany — Mon, 23 Apr 2007 16:22:21 GMT

Happy Easter !

Bethany — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 16:03:03 GMT