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I've seen people post pictures of themselves on Facebook, how come they don't look all contorted like me?  Uncoordinated am I.  I just can't help it.

I'd tried to take a picture of my new (but bought second hand at Goodwill)  shirt that still had the $12.99 Champion price tag on it, resisting the urge to go duck face on everyone - that'd be a genuine eeuuww coming from an almost 60 year old.

Tabby bought a Kleen Kanteen at a yard sale recently for a buck, this was one of the first companies to eliminate BPA, an endocrine disruptor, from drinking bottles.  Her new one is hot pink and even an almost 10 year old like Tabitha, knows BPAs suck.

Kleen Kanteens are dadgum extremely expensive, looky here, but what price for good health would be too much?

Eeeeuuuwww, it's used, a finicky person might express, but may I point out that every restaurant plate, glass and utensil that you use there while at a beautiful sit down dinner - well, duh, it's used Honey Child.

That's why God made hot water, right?  Sterilize the dang thing.

I know I'm becoming an extremist, but not really, this is who I used to be, oh so happily, before I sublimated my entire life in order to try and bring a bunch of kids up correctly - who sometimes didn't want me to do so.

I used to make my own bread, sew my own clothes, always have a jar of sprouting beans or alfalfa seeds under the cabinets, I lived subsistently, frugally, and sustainably, much of which fell by the wayside as I became entirely wrapped up, consumed and obsessed with this family project of mine.

Now, with little stress and drama, no trauma, I'm grabbing my ownself back, and very happily so.

Releasing my inner goof once again, watch out world, well, not really as I stay home usually in order to be goofy all by myself.

I so wanna get these principles across to my children, for them not to become mindless, glassy-eyed robotic consumers, paying sticker prices, but rather be bargain and under-the-radar shoppers, buying needs, not wants, thereby then having enough money to pay their bills properly.

I nearly cried on the phone to my brother, Gary recently, us both trying to figure his daughter, Kelly's, wedding out, it's a destination wedding in Santa Fe, and I also dearly want to try and get to his other daughter Katie Bay's Notre Dame graduation this Spring.

I deeply regret that I missed Kelly's graduation, but the felons then living here at home made it impossible for me to even think about stepping outside, much less going to Virginia.  "I wish you'd been there," Gary lamented, "It was Dad's last venture out into the world," as he died five months later.

I'm sisterless and fatherless, and stunned by it all now as I try and recover from everything.

I'd gone to the grocery store for a bouquet for an emotionally demanding teenager to present to his girlfriend, things didn't go as planned, so he became ill tempered with me as I gave him two other options, none of which fixed it in the immediacy that he demanded, so he stormed off upstairs to sleep his mini-hissy-fit off, leaving me fuming, as I'd already made two trips out to accommodate his demands.

Like his older birth brother, he best work out his mommy issues here first before he tries to have a girlfriend, ladies don't find emotional neediness very attractive in guys, a concept I'm having difficulty getting across to him.  I absolutely adore him yet I cringe inwardly to think of the heartbreaks he will face if he doesn't get a grip.  He's very handsome so he always gets girlfriends, but then that emotional mess craps him up.

He came down later and apologized to me, which certainly is progress in our world.

Daniel is 27 today, it is also the 21st anniversary of our first meeting as mom and son,  and it's one month away from his wedding.  My brother, or my brother-in-law, or both - that'll be my date for Daniel's wedding, there's no plus one for anyone, unless strictly specified and holding an invite in their grubby paw, as it'll be a mighty fine sit down dinner reception with no surprise guests allowed nor expected.

My Bubbas are all going away on a church retreat that wedding weekend, leaving me with little worries other than having to act right in my $2 dress.

Back to Daniel, Yolie and Big Joe - NONE of them were very thrilled about being adopted and moving to Georgia.  I like to think I've finally grown on 'em all, the attachment is right deep and goes both ways nowadays.  Joe's still testy at times, but he knows I love him.

I've used this photo before, I just like it.
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Me, of all people, just participated in a romantic gesture for Allen, without me barfing or acting up at all.

I drove him to the other county high school early this morning, armed with flowers he waited for the love of his life to get off her school bus. He presented a very shocked Sierra with flowers and asked her to his homecoming dance.

He's crazy about her, "She's The One, Mom," he's often spouted off to me.  I'm not sure you can know that at age 16, but that's about the age Chuck had decided on Yolie and look at them.

I really like this young lady, I certainly approve, her parents are awesome as is her very country lifestyle that mirrors our own.  Her 18 year old brother is fighting cancer and needs prayer for complete healing.  Sierra is a very grounded teenager taking AP classes and inspiring Allen to try much harder in school - which I wish I could say he's doing so because of me, but clearly Sierra's influence outweighs that of an old school farmer.

And on another note, I'm already loving IOS 6.

And swiped from Ifunny, how true is this?