<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:30:48.159-08:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Confessions from a Wanna-Be Super Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm tired of feeling guilty for my imperfectionism so I decided to shout it from the rooftops! (Then I changed my mind and decided blogging with a secret identity was a better idea.   You know... for protection against the Mommy Mafia and the Housekeeper Nazis.) Please leave comments if you identify with me at all so I don't feel all alone in the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-3270143724487985851</id><published>2009-02-11T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:52:52.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Crazy Lady on Road 80 ::: Anthro no apology Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://crazyladyonroad80.blogspot.com/2009/02/anthro-no-apology-giveaway.html"&gt;:: Crazy Lady on Road 80 ::: Anthro no apology Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this awesome giveaway?  She really is a crazy lady... I wonder if she really does live on Road 80 though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-3270143724487985851?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://crazyladyonroad80.blogspot.com/2009/02/anthro-no-apology-giveaway.html' title=':: Crazy Lady on Road 80 ::: Anthro no apology Giveaway'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/3270143724487985851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=3270143724487985851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/3270143724487985851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/3270143724487985851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-lady-on-road-80-anthro-no-apology.html' title=':: Crazy Lady on Road 80 ::: Anthro no apology Giveaway'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-7461580664157005572</id><published>2009-01-07T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:40:35.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Resolutions</title><content type='html'>As I sit here reading some of my favorite blogs (i.e. &lt;a href="http://crashtestdummydiaries.blogspot.com"&gt;crash test dummy&lt;/a&gt; and her comments) while playing Settlers of Catan in java, I'm feeling sort of guilty. The main reason I feel sort of guilty is I am sitting here on the couch with my feet up on my huge pile of laundry while every thirty seconds I hear one of my children's creepy toys say, "I see you," in a high pitched voice. *Shiver* New Years came and went and while I had some ideas of great things I wanted to do with my life, I never sat down and blogged, oops, I mean, wrote them down. So here are my New Years Resolutions. I am going to so alter my life that people won't recognize me. (Or people who went to high school with me &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; recognize me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a sleeping pill every night at 8:30 so I will be able to go to sleep by 9:30 at the latest. Which will thereby enable me to:&lt;br /&gt;2. Wake up every morning at 6:00 (or earlier of course) which will help me change from being a night owl to a morning person who is addicted to sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;3. After waking up at 6:00am at the latest I will read my scriptures without falling asleep and then commence my daily 5 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;4. Making sure to be showered, dressed, and primped with my apron on, I will then have a hot breakfast ready for my husband who has previously never seen me conscious before leaving for work. (I need to go buy an apron!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Even though by 10am I will be dead tired and ready for a nap I will not walk down to the local Circle K to get a hit of Dr. Pepper because I will not drink a drop of soda this entire year! Can I do it? Can I? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;6. I will strive everyday to have a craft/activity/recipe/thank you card session/TV show to do with my lovely children.&lt;br /&gt;7. I will clean up this craft/activity/recipe/thank you card session/TV show immediately after completing and taking a picture to brag about on my family blog.&lt;br /&gt;8. I will iron my clothes before wearing them. in public.&lt;br /&gt;9. I will attempt to iron my husband clothes for him so he won't have to do them himself.&lt;br /&gt;10. I will not leave laundry piles around my house that are very comfortable to put my feet up on.&lt;br /&gt;11. I will quit complaining that I have 3 children under the age of four. Waa.&lt;br /&gt;12. I will make it to sacrament meeting before the sacrament is passed out. Then I will go back home and get the rest of my pajama-clad family ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot! It's midnight already and I didn't take my sleeping pill. I guess I'll have to start being fantastically different tomorrow. I'm going to go eat that donut that I hid from my husband and tfind some soda somewhere around this house. Then I'm going to hunt down that toy that just said I see you! again, and chuck it in the garbage can. This is going to be a great year! 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-7461580664157005572?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/7461580664157005572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=7461580664157005572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/7461580664157005572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/7461580664157005572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-resolutions.html' title='My Resolutions'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-8327620383756119110</id><published>2008-12-17T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:36:47.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!  Today was the best day!</title><content type='html'>Some pretty great things happened to me and around me today and I'd like to share them with you, my special blogger friends.  (Cuz I'm a sharer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two separate families from my &lt;a href="http://www.lightplanet.com/mormons/basic/organization/ward_eom.htm"&gt;ward&lt;/a&gt; brought me, I mean our family, little bags of Christmas goodies.  Free cookies!  And they're filled with love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a lottery raffle drawing from the YMCA for a free 6 month Gym membership!  Now I can quit paying my fat tax to LA Fitness!  Aren't tax cuts great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year and a half of potty training and refusal, my four year old finally went #2 on the potty!  For the first time!  It's a freaking Christmas miracle! (I can't believe I have two more children to potty train.  I think I'm going to outsource or send them to potty training camp instead cuz I'm SUCH a good mother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day!  I am high on life... and sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-8327620383756119110?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/8327620383756119110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=8327620383756119110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/8327620383756119110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/8327620383756119110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/hooray-today-was-best-day.html' title='Hooray!  Today was the best day!'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-3735713613886335396</id><published>2008-12-17T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:39:41.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna-Be Super Recipe #1</title><content type='html'>Did six o'clock sneak up on you too fast?  Do you need a super-quick, tasty meal idea that your children will actually eat? Follow these easy instructions from Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pull out a bag of tortilla chips and pre-shredded cheese. (You could shred your own cheese if you insist but that isn't super-quick or easy, now is it?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pull out small paper plates.  (Paper plates are crucial to being a Wanna-Be Super Mom.  They add the necessary ambiance to an underachieving lifestyle.)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Dump a handful of tortilla chips on plate and spread out slightly.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Dump a handful of pre-shredded cheese on top of chips.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Microwave for less than thirty seconds or it will be so burnt and crusty that I can't guarantee your children will eat it.  Set aside momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Open a can of black beans, rinse disgusting goop off and dump in microwavable bowl. (Don't be grossed out by the visual.)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Sprinkle black beans lightly with garlic salt so they will be edible.&lt;br /&gt;8. Microwave for one to two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Scoop black beans on top of chips.&lt;br /&gt;10.  If you are one of THOSE people who have to add a garnish to everything, you can open a can of olives and sprinkle on top of beans and chips.&lt;br /&gt;11. Serve to grateful, hungry, happy family with a smile!&lt;br /&gt;12. When family is done eating scrape up partially chewed olive chunks off of floor, along with crushed up chips crumbs on chairs.&lt;br /&gt;13. Then hose down ceiling to wash off the effects of flinging black beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/SUnTwZutEEI/AAAAAAAAABU/mkPQqg_B4kM/s1600-h/Eat+at+Moms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/SUnTwZutEEI/AAAAAAAAABU/mkPQqg_B4kM/s320/Eat+at+Moms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280984866562576450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-3735713613886335396?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/3735713613886335396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=3735713613886335396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/3735713613886335396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/3735713613886335396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanna-be-super-recipe-1.html' title='Wanna-Be Super Recipe #1'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/SUnTwZutEEI/AAAAAAAAABU/mkPQqg_B4kM/s72-c/Eat+at+Moms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-1909441532417672485</id><published>2008-12-17T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:22:24.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underachieving Cleaning Tip #2</title><content type='html'>If you hate to mop your kitchen floor, just like Yours Truly, then follow my easy instructions for a fast, quick, lazy clean.  (The type of mopping only underachievers can achieve.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep on the lookout for your two year old to decide to fill up his own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup to the brim using the convenient/inconvenient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; door water spout.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ignore him while he tries to put on his own lid.&lt;br /&gt;3. When he goes to take a drink from said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup without the lid properly in place, gasp loudly as the ice cold water runs down his shirt and all over the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ignore him for ten more seconds to ensure a second spill of water in a different spot.&lt;br /&gt;5. Help him put the lid on correctly and send him off to make mischief with a pat on the bum.&lt;br /&gt;6. Grab a towel and drop it on the floor in the general vicinity of the 8 ounces of water.&lt;br /&gt;7. Use preferred foot to swipe the towel through the 8 ounces of water.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sweep the wet towel over the dirty spots in the kitchen until floor is presentable.&lt;br /&gt;9. Leave towel on floor until a convenient time to take upstairs to the laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;10. With a smile on your face, smack your hands together, then put your hands on your hips and say, "My job here is done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/SUnPdczKHhI/AAAAAAAAABM/YX-xZxcKE9A/s1600-h/retro+housewife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/SUnPdczKHhI/AAAAAAAAABM/YX-xZxcKE9A/s320/retro+housewife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280980142922538514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-1909441532417672485?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/1909441532417672485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=1909441532417672485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/1909441532417672485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/1909441532417672485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/underachieving-cleaning-tip-2.html' title='Underachieving Cleaning Tip #2'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/SUnPdczKHhI/AAAAAAAAABM/YX-xZxcKE9A/s72-c/retro+housewife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-6853178776393161467</id><published>2008-12-14T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:43:04.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!  Santa is Bewildered and Broke!</title><content type='html'>Alright people!  We have less than ten days until Christmas and I've got to get my act together!  I need some advice from my dear fellow bloggers and followers.  (Look I have FOUR followers!  Awesome!  I heart you all! *kiss kiss*)  Here is the situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some toys last year after Christmas on clearance and saved them for this Christmas (cuz we have no mo-neh.)  I bought my four year old a HUGE (it's scary how huge it is) Lego set because he loves Legos and they will be from Daddy and me.  I also bought a little bike that will be from Santa.  I tried to get him excited about a bike for his birthday six months ago and he has not been interested=(.  But he NEEDS to learn those gross motor skills soon or he's going to be one of THOSE kids that is picked last for teams or can't escape the dodge ball... like I was.   So I'm sort of surprise/forcing this bike on him, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:wNQHMC-hx3QuMM:http://bp0.blogger.com/_e6OrZpCJPmI/R9wZsJVCM-I/AAAAAAAAALw/yYNp-dPMqkI/S660/Dodgeball%2BNerd%2B2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 138px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:wNQHMC-hx3QuMM:http://bp0.blogger.com/_e6OrZpCJPmI/R9wZsJVCM-I/AAAAAAAAALw/yYNp-dPMqkI/S660/Dodgeball%2BNerd%2B2008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, lately he has wanted some stupid, little toy he saw on a commercial.  He is telling everyone that usually likes to spoil him - Granny, Meme, Santa, Aunt Balena. It's called Pixos Popper? Does anyone know what I am talking about?  Bueller?  I could probably afford this $15 gift if I cut back a little on the groceries this week.  So the dilemma is: should I go and buy him this lame toy that is his heart's desire? Do I dash all his dreams?  Or do I stick to my guns and save my dough?  Is there too many metaphors going on right now? I just dunno.  (Hey I just made a rhyme!  I'm a poet and just don't know it.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41fBpfFHQrL._AA400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 339px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41fBpfFHQrL._AA400_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So help me out my fellow bloggers/time wasters!  Good karma will be sprinkled upon you all if and when you leave me an advisory/clever/silly comment. (Same as any time you leave me a comment.)  (Seriously, I will also include you in my nightly prayers... by screen name. =) How do you handle the Santa business for your family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-6853178776393161467?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/6853178776393161467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=6853178776393161467' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/6853178776393161467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/6853178776393161467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/help-santa-is-bewildered-and-broke.html' title='Help!  Santa is Bewildered and Broke!'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-4699812148093078221</id><published>2008-12-08T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:58.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>I Confess #4</title><content type='html'>This blog is all about the true things that happen in my home or with my family that I am embarrassed about.  This is a place for me to get those things off my chest or off my mind so I don't accidentally slip and tell them to people who actually know me... or CPS.  So in the spirit of honesty and trusting in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggernacle&lt;/span&gt;; I must relate this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture me in the kitchen, cooking dinner.  Picture husband upstairs, not watching children.  Suddenly a howl, the dramatic four-year old doing his typical attention getting cry/wail.  There I am,  semi-ignoring it because this happens 25-30 times a day over the lamest things like he spilled a drop of water on his shoe or Mr. Sun went behind a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is wrong, honey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mooo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oooooooooooom&lt;/span&gt;! Two year old stabbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!"  (Of course he didn't say two year old but remember... shh!...  the mommy mafia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I perk up, slightly more concerned, "What did he stab you with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see my angelic two year old come around the corner with a super-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pokey&lt;/span&gt; paring knife and a scary, sinister look in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm completely freaking out. "Holy shucks!!! Where did he stab you?"  I say, while mentally picturing blood pouring out of a hidden wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/071029/horrormovies/psycho_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/071029/horrormovies/psycho_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He pointed to his armpit, and luckily there was not even a mark.  I swear, I do not know how my little two year old got the knife. Of course I took the knife away immediately!  What do you take me for!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a safety freak! After the paring knife incident, I was beating myself up about watching the kids better and making sure everything was two-year-old-proofed. I was at my SIL's today&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my nephew came in from the garage holding these giant tree trimming clippers.  Then I didn't feel quite so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anything completely irresponsible and dangerous like this ever happened to you?  Should I beat myself up some more and put myself in timeout? Please share your opinions/judgements, I can take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-4699812148093078221?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/4699812148093078221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=4699812148093078221' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/4699812148093078221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/4699812148093078221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-confess-4.html' title='I Confess #4'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-6563174698896046455</id><published>2008-12-05T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:03:32.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Humor</title><content type='html'>Is it ok to laugh at your children's potty humor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My almost two year old (next week! waaah!) came up with this knock knock joke all on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock! knock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POO!  HA! HA! HA!  (The HA's are him laughing at himself.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-6563174698896046455?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/6563174698896046455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=6563174698896046455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/6563174698896046455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/6563174698896046455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/potty-humor.html' title='Potty Humor'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-3201768860253699207</id><published>2008-12-04T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:10:35.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, Crazy Britney</title><content type='html'>I thought &lt;a href="http://www.mamarazzi.org/2008/12/dadgrampa_of_the_past_year_any.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was funny....  in a sad-funny kind of way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-3201768860253699207?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/3201768860253699207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=3201768860253699207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/3201768860253699207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/3201768860253699207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/poor-crazy-britney.html' title='Poor, Crazy Britney'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-2292624866155175556</id><published>2008-12-03T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:15:41.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Confess #3</title><content type='html'>The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-2292624866155175556?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/2292624866155175556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=2292624866155175556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/2292624866155175556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/2292624866155175556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-confess-3.html' title='I Confess #3'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-7696834500624792516</id><published>2008-12-03T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:18:03.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Confess #2</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney Spears: For the Record.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked around my house all day today doing my best Britney Spears strut.  I still think I look pretty hot when I do the strut.  I still got it.   Alright... just hit me...  baby...  one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other closet Britney Spears fans out there?  Are you a fan of something embarrassing that you don't share with your Relief Society?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-7696834500624792516?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/7696834500624792516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=7696834500624792516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/7696834500624792516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/7696834500624792516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-confess-2.html' title='I Confess #2'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-668729574373460448</id><published>2008-12-02T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:14:58.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car Breakdown</title><content type='html'>My chillin's and I were leaving my brother's house late, after celebrating my nephew's 2nd birthday.  Both of my extremely tired boys were sent home with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;balloon&lt;/span&gt;.  (These balloons were just ordinary CO2 balloons not like &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nienie's&lt;/a&gt; marvelous &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2008/01/turning-3-was-all-day-event.html"&gt;helium balloons&lt;/a&gt;.) (I just love Nienie if you haven't noticed.)  Well this really surprising thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POPPED!  (I bet you saw that coming, didn't cha?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just bawling uncontrollably, and other son is just hysterical. "Mom!  His balloon popped! His balloon popped!" he is screaming four octaves higher than usual.  So I say, "I'm so sorry honey," to the two year old and "Shhhh, calm down so he won't get more upset!" to the four year old.  These two messages were repeated an innumerable amount of times while I am trying to find a place to pull over.  I finally find a place that I probably won't get mugged in, then I get out to console and check if there are any balloon pieces stuck in my baby's face.  (There weren't any... don't panic!)  After about two minutes, I give up on trying to calm the two year old and I climb back in.  "I know!  Do you boys want to listen to your favorite CD?" I say and put it on.  Miraculously, my two year old stops crying.  I give myself a mental pat on the back. Yes!!! I did it!!! After two bars of The Popcorn Song, my two year old starts wailing again.  I sigh in frustration and say, "Why are you crying again, sweetheart?"  Immediately, in a voice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt; octaves higher than normal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shrieks&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"BECAAAAAUSE HIIIIS BALLOOOOOOOON POPPED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is possible to laugh and cry at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-668729574373460448?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/668729574373460448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=668729574373460448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/668729574373460448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/668729574373460448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/car-breakdown.html' title='The Car Breakdown'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-6319752624655046426</id><published>2008-12-02T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:05:54.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting for the Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>Every year on December 1st, I get all these ideas and dreams in my head about the wonderful things I am going to do each day with my family to create memories and have the Christmas Spirit.  (Yes I capitalized it because it is very important to me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deserves&lt;/span&gt; that big letter.) I come up with this great idea to have a kids Christmas decorating party.  I invited my SIL and her two kids to join my little crew.  We went to Michael's and got some little crafts to do with the kids.  I had visions in my head of these little cheap crafts turning out like all of &lt;a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nienie's&lt;/a&gt; crafts with her kids.  These are the highlights of how it really went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Started with the four kids sitting at the table. 2 two year olds and 2 four year olds.  My poor baby was abandoned to do endless amounts of tummy time on the carpet because I forgot to bring a baby apparatus with me to my SIL's house. (Ok CPS! Not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; abandoned... )&lt;br /&gt;*Put the sugar cookie dough in front of the children with 40 cookie cutters to choose from. &lt;br /&gt;*Two year olds ate the cookie dough &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; cookie cutters.&lt;br /&gt;*Four year olds are whining and crying because the two year olds were eating all their dough.&lt;br /&gt;*The cookies end up looking like roadkill.&lt;br /&gt;*I look over and my two year old has one of his cookie cutouts stuck to the metal spatula and was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucking&lt;/span&gt; it off. His nose was runny and there was some mixing of certain bodily fluids with the dough. I nearly retched.&lt;br /&gt;*On to the coloring.  Santa masks.  One Santa looks like Pretty Pretty Princess with a cotton ball beard, the other looks like Multicultural Santa or a bomb scene at the crayola factory.&lt;br /&gt;*Unwashable markers... all over.&lt;br /&gt;*Now comes swirling drops of glitter paint in the clear glass bulb ornaments.  You all seem pretty intelligent... just guess what happened.... yep... you're right.  Glass shards stuck in paint, stuck in the grout of my SIL's kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;*Me saying, "I give up! Last one in the car is a moco-encrusted cookie." &lt;br /&gt;*We are scheduled to return tomorrow to frost and decorate the roadkill cookies. *biting nails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am good at creating memories. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI... moco is booger in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in pictures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-6319752624655046426?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/6319752624655046426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=6319752624655046426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/6319752624655046426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/6319752624655046426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/fighting-for-christmas-spirit.html' title='Fighting for the Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-1837467883972951535</id><published>2008-12-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:41:58.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Confess</title><content type='html'>Tonight we held a &lt;a href="http://www.lightplanet.com/mormons/daily/vocabulary_eom.htm#A"&gt;Family Home Evening Group&lt;/a&gt; at our house for all of my husband's extended family.  I'm talking his brothers, sisters, future fiance', cousins and even his mother's first cousin and husband.  So the fun is happening, the songs have been sung, the lesson is over, treats are served, and eight o'clock rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight o'clock in my house is that sacred time of night when no children are allowed to be conscious or out of their little soft rectangles.  This rule is hardly ever broken.  Tonight was not going to be an exception.  My 5 month old went down without  a fuss... like always.  I just love her!  *sigh*   I bargain with my four year old that he can play noggin.com on the computer if he gets all ready by himself.  The barely-talking-almost-two-year-old is telling me, "No nigh-nigh! Yuck!"  Well the group was hollering at me that it was my turn and they were all waiting.  I just had to do it!  So I confess... after changing his diaper, I put my two year old to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL WEARING HIS PLAY CLOTHES!!!! AAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my four year old fell asleep underneath the computer desk a little bit later.  *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's at least in pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible parent!  Call Britney Spears and tell her she's lost the title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today that you don't want anyone else to know?  Your secret is safe with me... (unless I will be held legally accountable or something.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-1837467883972951535?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/1837467883972951535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=1837467883972951535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/1837467883972951535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/1837467883972951535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-confess.html' title='I Confess'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-1276904520911574963</id><published>2008-11-30T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:45:09.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Actually Ate Today... For Reals.</title><content type='html'>Since I am confessing my deepest darkest "Mommy Sins" I've decided to come clean about my diet today.  It was not a good diet day.  It is a day that I like to call a body-shock day.  It's where you consume as many empty, horrible calories accompanied by large helpings of fat and sprinkled heavily with MSG.  In my own personal weight loss theory (based soley on what people have told me by word of mouth what they have read in books or watched on the Today Show or Oprah) this shocks my system into losing more weight throughout the week.  Then I feel a little bit better about it because it's included in my long-term dieting goals.  Goals which have been forced upon me because the youngest sister in my and my husband's family is getting married within five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I have five months to lose weight that I have steadily been putting on since high school.  That's ten years, and three kids worth of chub and saggy bags.  Are you ready for the grand total?  Drumroll please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why I have to lose this much? Because the five sisters (yes five) on my husband's side were all hefty girls that now all fit in their skinny jeans just in time for this wedding.  My mother-in-law has made some definite subtle comments about her expections of my weight.  "Everyone must be at their absolute skinniest at every family wedding.  It's the rule.  I don't know whose rule but we must follow it.  Your picture is going to be on the wall forever in the mandatory family photo. Do you want to be the only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whale&lt;/span&gt; in a sea of flounders?"   (OK she didn't say it in these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exact&lt;/span&gt; words... but the meaning was there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so what was I supposed to be writing about?  Oh yes... here is the list of what I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast -&lt;/span&gt; The rest of the Winter Oreos in the package.  (sidebar... what is up with Winter Oreos having a red center?  Something called Winter Oreos should have a blue center or... you know... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Red Oreos should be called CHRISTMAS OREOS.  Hellooooo Nabisco!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two boys saw me scarfing the rest and asked if they could have one.  Well... I was down to my last one so I took a bite then broke the remaining piece into two.  Aren't I fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch -&lt;/span&gt; skipped because felt guilty about eating all the Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snack -&lt;/span&gt; Two rice crispy treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner - &lt;/span&gt;1/2 a can of Spaghetti-O's.  Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Dinner -&lt;/span&gt; I had to run to Circle K to get my sick Hubby some Gatorade. Since I was already&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; breaking the Sabbath, I decided to run for the border also.  So two crunchy tacos supreme. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone else top me on most horrible food consumer?  Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will start my diet again.  (Ha ha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-1276904520911574963?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/1276904520911574963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=1276904520911574963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/1276904520911574963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/1276904520911574963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-actually-ate-today-for-reals.html' title='What I Actually Ate Today... For Reals.'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584250704498055773.post-3108671350570080745</id><published>2008-11-30T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:23:22.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underachieving Clean-Up Tip #1</title><content type='html'>If you have put your children to bed too early  before they cleaned up the toy heap on the floor and your house needs vacuuming, use my secret method to a quick clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Get out your vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;#2 Watch an episode of Top Chef.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Plug in vacuum.  (sometimes you can skip #3 if necessary.)&lt;br /&gt;#4 Turn on vacuum in furthest corner of room.&lt;br /&gt;#5 In straight lines, run vacuum up and down your room.&lt;br /&gt;#6 (Very important) When you encounter toy or toys, push them into a corner or under your couch or bed.&lt;br /&gt;#7 (Also very important) Be on the lookout for the following items: coins, small legos (if you care), strings or ribbon, doll's hair. These will turn this quick clean into a long clean.&lt;br /&gt;#8 If you were not able to find a good hiding place to shove the toys with the vacuum then pull out your handy professional-style sweeper with extended dust pan. (You know... the kind the movie theater staff uses to sweep the popcorn you deliberately drop because it's fun watching someone else work especially when they are younger and better looking than you.)&lt;br /&gt;#9 Sweep toys into dust pan.&lt;br /&gt;#10 Dump toys into toy bin, box or heck- even the garbage can.&lt;br /&gt;#11 With a smile on your face, smack your hands together, then put your hands on your hips and say, "My job here is done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STTgJ9FRHiI/AAAAAAAAABE/W7zPrBieNLM/s1600-h/not+all+superheros+wear+capes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STTgJ9FRHiI/AAAAAAAAABE/W7zPrBieNLM/s400/not+all+superheros+wear+capes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275087525177794082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584250704498055773-3108671350570080745?l=number1housekeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/3108671350570080745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584250704498055773&amp;postID=3108671350570080745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/3108671350570080745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584250704498055773/posts/default/3108671350570080745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number1housekeeper.blogspot.com/2008/11/easy-clean-up-secret-1.html' title='Underachieving Clean-Up Tip #1'/><author><name>Doncha Wannano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01223725524905437546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STN9JljhqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fRNJy9JhnQU/S220/9034~A-Clean-House-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fTkawMNhVE/STTgJ9FRHiI/AAAAAAAAABE/W7zPrBieNLM/s72-c/not+all+superheros+wear+capes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
