I wanted to share a little peak into our lives... So click the box below, even if it is just gray, sit back and I hope you enjoy!
I am a 41 year old woman, a pilot's wife, a bonus mother to 2 kids, 3 dogs, and a bearded dragon. It is quite a life and definately full of adventure... These are my thoughts and musings, I hope you enjoy! Anna Barnett
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Melt The Winter Away with Mia Bella - Giveaway - Has Ended
Melt The Winter Away with Mia Bella
A Winner Has Been Chosen
A Winner Has Been Chosen
Mia Bella's Gourmet Candles are:
- Virtually soot free
- Non paraffin veggie wax candle
- Spilled wax cleans up with soap and water
- So fragrant to the bottom of the jar, "You'll want to reach for a spoon instead of a match"
Mia Bella Gourmet Candles from Scent Sations has a huge collection of candles (Over 100 different scents). Our line of candles consists of 16oz jars, 26oz jars, 2.5oz votives, cinnamon Bella Buns, Mia Bella's Bakery pies, Mia Bella's designer series, Mia Melts and Simmer Pots, Mia Bella Signature Line, and Spa Sations by Mia Bella. There is something for everyone!
Mia Bella Gourmet Candles from Scent Sations also offers a Candle of the Month club where you can pay $39.95 plus S&H and you will receive the featured scent of the month on either the 1st or the 10th of the month, which includes one 16oz jar candle, a dozen votives and a Bella Bar, or you can choose the two 16oz jar candles and a Bella Bar which ships on the 5th of the month. In addition to the wonderful candles and soy sational soap, you will also have a website that you can refer your friends and family too when they come to your home and want the same wonderful smelling candles too!
AND THE WINNER IS: ENTRY # 195 PAULA B. from OHIO! Upon being contacted she said: Wow that's awesome, can't wait to try them out!!!! Thank you so much.....
AND THE WINNER IS: ENTRY # 195 PAULA B. from OHIO! Upon being contacted she said: Wow that's awesome, can't wait to try them out!!!! Thank you so much.....
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Giveaway
Scent-Simmer Pot: is a great solution for anyone who is not able to burn candles in their office or dorm as well as for those at home who want fragrance without the flame. A low wattage heating element is all that it takes no bulbs to replace.
Strawberry Kiwi Mia Melts: - Use them in your new simmer pot and enjoy the sweet smell of strawberries with a hint of kiwi. Delectable and captivating...
16 oz Gourmet Mia Candle: Two triple scented double wicked gourmet candles in one of our 90 different scents made of our proprietary wax blend. Photo is not necessarily the scent you will receive.
Car Freshener: Take the scent of Mia Bella with you wherever you go in Orange and cloves with this Mia Bella Car FreshenerRead a short testimonial from my last winner below!!!
Hey Anna,
Just wanted to let you know that I received the candles. It smells fantastic! I've got it burning in my living room right now. Thanks so much for the soap and the car air freshener also. Your products are awesome and the next time I'm needing some candles, I will for sure keep you in mind. Thanks again, I'm really enjoying your products!
Best,
Jennifer Weldon
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Charities We Proudly Support:
We also have two very special candles, Hope - Candle for the Cure with a portion of sales going to the Northeastern Pennsylvania Chapter of Susan G. Komen for the Cure, and The Honey Bee Candle, a portion of sales from all products with this fragrance will go to the Penn State "Save the Bees" Foundation to help fund research into this problem affecting our crops.
This is MY website, MY words, MY BLOG!
So I guess I am blogging about blogging. It’s kind of funny when I think about it, because usually you blog to write about everything else in the world or your life. I actually started blogging a couple of years ago. I started a blog called Stepmommy Extraordinaire. No one read it, that was ok, though a little depressing. I wanted to share what I was going through with other step moms out there. I just didn’t know how to reach them. I also do other forms of social media such as facebook and twitter though I admit; I have had a twitter account for a lot longer than I have known what to do with it. I now know quite a bit more about twitter than I had ever thought I would.
Anyway, my point is… I started this blog, The Pilot’s Wife with the intention for it to be about everyday life as the wife of a pilot. I also have a home based candle business that I wanted to share with people because I really think it is the most incredible candle business out there. I also have a true desire to, as AT&T used to put it, “reach out and touch someone” somewhere on this planet with my thoughts and words no matter how trivial they may seem to some.
So I wondered how to reach people. I learned, with a lot of help from other bloggers, a lot of trial and error, and A LOT of time on the computer. But what I also did was lose focus of some of what I started this blog about to begin with. My husband the Pilot, my kids, and me - the Pilot’s Wife!
I do have a vision for this blog. I want to reach out to other Pilot’s wives’ with a monthly guest feature; that is in the works. I also have added a side widget of my favorite blog of the week from all the other blogs I visit. I do plan to continue my candle giveaways monthly, because I just think EVERYONE should have the chance to experience the most incredible smelling Gourmet Candles. But I will not look for things to post just to have something to post… I confess, I have done that and the shows in the lack of comments I have received. If a person were to look at my statistics they could probably see what came from the heart and what came from desperation.
Now that does not mean I will not post something from the news if it does not hit home for me, but I guarantee you that there will be a heartfelt post to go along with it.
I have a page on my blog for my candle business about integrity, at the end I state:
Above all, maintain your integrity. This is YOUR business, YOUR future, YOUR life!
Well I am restructuring that for my personal blog:
Above all, I Will Maintain My Integrity. This is MY website, MY words, MY BLOG!
And The Winner Is...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
I want to thank you all for entering my drawing on The Pilot's Wife . I want to congratulate Jennifer Weldon, she is the lucky of a 16oz. Mia Bella Gourmet Natural Wax Candle and 6 votives! Thank you all so much for taking the time to enter in the drawing and following my blog!
You will find more of our products and fragrances at my online store here: Shop Mia Bella's Online Store!
Why Mia Bella?
Mia Bella's Gourmet Candles are:
- Virtually soot free
- Spilled wax cleans up with soap and water
- So fragrant to the bottom of the jar, "You'll want to reach for a spoon instead of a match"
Want to Make Extra Money or Earn a Full Time Income?
I'm looking for great people to join my team!
If you're interested in learning more about an affordable business:
_____________________________________
Mia Bella's Candles are a great fund raising item because you can earn excellent income on each candle.
Here are some details -
Anna, The Pilot's Wife
The Giveaway Has Ended... Thank you for entering!!!
Thank you for entering the drawing for the 16oz. Mia Bella Gourmet Natural Wax Candle and Votives! The giveaway has now officially ended and the winner will be announced New Years Eve! This was my first giveaway, I would like to say it as has surpassed my expectations...
I would like to thank Buffi Neal at http://www.imbuffi.com/ for her direction, Stacie Vaughn at http://simplystacie.net/ for helping me kick it off in a big way and http://greatbloggiveaways.blogspot.com/ for helping me to keep it going!
Are you interested in more Mia Bella Products?
You will find more of our products and fragrances at my online store here: Shop Mia Bella's Online Store!
Why Mia Bella?
Mia Bella's Gourmet Candles are:
- Virtually soot free
- Spilled wax cleans up with soap and water
- So fragrant to the bottom of the jar, "You'll want to reach for a spoon instead of a match"
Want to Make Extra Money or Earn a Full Time Income?
I'm looking for great people to join my team!
If you're interested in learning more about an affordable business:
_____________________________________
Mia Bella's Candles are a great fund raising item because you can earn excellent income on each candle.
Here are some details -
Anna Barnett
330-606-8999
A Dog of His Own
Some days seem never seem to have enough time and others just drag on and on... This is one of those long days and I am sure both of my older dogs are in complete aggreeance with me. You see, we just got a new puppy. This puppy was my husband's early Christmas present. My dogs are just that, mine. As long as I am in the room, no one else exists to them. I am their world and the sun rises when I wake and sets when I go to bed in their eyes. Well, my husband really tries hard with my dogs, but it just isn't the same, and I wanted him to have the same experience I have with my dogs with one of his own. Of course I thought we would go to the pound a rescue a full grown dog.
Now let me state for record, we did try and rescue an adult dog, but my husband wanted a larger dog like an English Bulldog, or a Mastiff. After reading about the bulldogs, we thought a little harder about Mastiffs. We even went to look at one. I packed Elvis, my little Chihuahua/IG up in the car and took him with me to make sure it would be a good fit. No such luck. Elvis almost became dinner. To top that off, I could barely handle this dog, it was HUGE!!! Considering that I would be the one home most of the time taking care of the animals, since hubby is off flying to make a living, we decided to look at a breed that was smaller.
We decided the Boxer was the perfect fit for our family. They are good with kids, and other animals. They are eager to please and very smart. They are a large dog, but not so big that I could not handle it by myself. So I set out to do the responsible thing, I look for an older dog that needed to be rehomed. Once again, Elvis was having nothing to do with that. Now mind you this was all supposed to be a semi surprise for my husband...
Well, my husband has a way of trumping my super awesome gifts that I think up for him. The summer before last I came up with the idea of buying these golf clubs for him that he really wanted, but he ended up telling me he was wanting to buy them before I could do it. This summer for his birthday, friends of ours told me about a Pittsburgh Steelers golf bag he was looking at and I was gonna get it for him, then he mentioned that to me. I did a pretty good job of blowing that one off and he was pretty surprised when he got it for his birthday, but I suspect he knew.
So I don't know why I was surprised when one morning he starting researching breeders of boxer puppies. Then he started emailing them. We were still doing good, until one emailed us back. I told him he did it to me again. I explained to him that it had been my plan to give him a dog for Christmas. We talked about it and decided that a puppy was probably the best way to go considering Elvis was getting quite cantankerous. So it was decided, we would go look at this puppy a breeder had emailed us about.
We were only going to look, and maybe put a deposit down. Needless to say, ninety minutes after walking in there, we were the proud new parents of a beautiful baby boxer girl. Her name is Isabella. It has been 14 years since I have had a puppy, and I had forgotten how much energy they have. Nothing seems to slow her down, she has a continual need to experience everything with her mouth, and you can't turn your head for a second or she will be in the dirty clothes pile and no telling whose underwear will be in her mouth.
So like I said, today is one of those days when bed time seems to be a million miles away, with puppy barks and bites the whole way there...
Well it has been a long week. I got a call last Sunday night and found out my 20 year daughter, Chelsea was in the hospital and she was septic and not supposed to make it through the night. Then I was told there was more. She was pregnant. 5 months along. The baby, a boy did not make it. He was my first grandson. My husband and I got and the first flight down to Dallas to be with her. She was in a medically induced coma and it was all very scary. When we got there, I was trying to talk with Chelsea's step mom and her dad when suddenly some young blond bops on over to try and talk to me. Well as it turns out, this person is my daughter's, irresponsible boyfriend's, idiot dad's girlfriend. Who by the way has no kids of her own. Needless to say I asked her to leave.
Well somewhere between Monday when we got and Tuesday when she woke, I went down to see my grandson. My husband standing by my side the whole way. Then Tuesday night she was woken up. Now I will tell you. Her father and I do not get along at all. I feel like he has manipulated her for the last 18 years, and when she woke up, nothing changed. He proceeded to talked to her like she was stupid and use his brainwashing techniques on her. My husband witnessed this all.
While I was there she was loving to me, reached for my hand, told me she was happy to see me. She even said she had things she wanted to visit with me about and would consider coming to Ohio. The minute my husband and I had to leave, suddenly the doctors were told by her father not to talk to me and then Chelsea made herself a no-call patient.
I don't know what to think, I lost my grandson this week, and then I lost my daughter too. Then her step mom proceeded to call my husband to tell him all sorts of nasty lies about me. I have no words for that. Well, yes I do...
My husband knows who he married. He loves me with all his heart and knows that I have given everything that I have and everything that I am to this relationship and our family. I have known my husband for 30 years and there is nothing a person can say to us that would change any of this. Especially someone he only just met.
I am writing this blog as a start to my healing process and a way to deal with my losses. I know every day it will get a little better. I am grateful to have such a wonderful family to stand by me while I go through this, Thank You!
Well somewhere between Monday when we got and Tuesday when she woke, I went down to see my grandson. My husband standing by my side the whole way. Then Tuesday night she was woken up. Now I will tell you. Her father and I do not get along at all. I feel like he has manipulated her for the last 18 years, and when she woke up, nothing changed. He proceeded to talked to her like she was stupid and use his brainwashing techniques on her. My husband witnessed this all.
While I was there she was loving to me, reached for my hand, told me she was happy to see me. She even said she had things she wanted to visit with me about and would consider coming to Ohio. The minute my husband and I had to leave, suddenly the doctors were told by her father not to talk to me and then Chelsea made herself a no-call patient.
I don't know what to think, I lost my grandson this week, and then I lost my daughter too. Then her step mom proceeded to call my husband to tell him all sorts of nasty lies about me. I have no words for that. Well, yes I do...
My husband knows who he married. He loves me with all his heart and knows that I have given everything that I have and everything that I am to this relationship and our family. I have known my husband for 30 years and there is nothing a person can say to us that would change any of this. Especially someone he only just met.
I am writing this blog as a start to my healing process and a way to deal with my losses. I know every day it will get a little better. I am grateful to have such a wonderful family to stand by me while I go through this, Thank You!
For Display Only
So while I was doing Sydnee's hair this particular morning and I told her she looked like a million dollars, she then asked, is that what I'm worth if you sell me? I told her she was not for sale. She then said, Oh, ok... so I'm for display only!!!
Gotta Love That!!!
The Bathroom Has Become Tiffany's
"You know those days when you get the mean reds? Not the blues,The blues are because you're getting fat, and maybe it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?"
That is Holly GoLightly explaining to Paul Varjak what the mean reds are. For those of you who know me, know that Breakfast at Tiffany's is my all time favorite movie. And when I was a single gal living in a hip flat in the cool city of Spokane, WA, I used to say that Williams and Sonoma was my Tiffany's.. Warning another movie quote:
"Well, when I get it (the mean reds) the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there."
So I was saying when I was a single girl in the city, Williams and Sonoma was my Tiffany's. But now that I have fallen madly deeply in love the true love of my life, I have uprooted my nice, neat, tidy, little single gal life and trekked almost all the way across country to live in a town of 3000 people where we do not even live in town, with my man and his two babies, 6 and 8 years old who I love with all my heart.
But I must admit, it is not all butterflies, hearts, and fairytales. An 8 year old boy with some anger issues and a 6 year old girl going on 16 and you can bet there are going to be some meltdowns. And to top it off, when I got out there, it had been just the 3 of them for almost 4 years. You can imagine gals, a dad in charge!!! There was ball throwing in the house, golfing in the house, climbing on the counters and windowsills, and numerous other things that would make a mom cringe.
Needless to say the love of my life agreed with me that there needed to be some rules laid down and boundaries put in place. Let me tell you this did not go over well. And even now quite some time later we still have outbursts and of course there is the occasional hand to hand combat between sister and brother, so whenever I have a day where that tension is in the air, and the anxiety is coming on, and I get a case of the mean reds...
I disappear into the bathroom and say to myself, this is my Tiffany's and nothing very bad could happen to me there. After a few minutes, the reds fade to a sort of light pink, I walk out refresed ready to face the latest battle with everything I got. At the end of the day, I am rewarded with sweet kisses from the Sydnee the 6 year telling me she loves me with all her heart, and Brady the 8 year old throwing his arms around me saying I love you Anna. All while my man watches with tears welling up in his eyes because there is so much love in this house.
Anna, Just call me Holly GoLightly
That is Holly GoLightly explaining to Paul Varjak what the mean reds are. For those of you who know me, know that Breakfast at Tiffany's is my all time favorite movie. And when I was a single gal living in a hip flat in the cool city of Spokane, WA, I used to say that Williams and Sonoma was my Tiffany's.. Warning another movie quote:
"Well, when I get it (the mean reds) the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there."
So I was saying when I was a single girl in the city, Williams and Sonoma was my Tiffany's. But now that I have fallen madly deeply in love the true love of my life, I have uprooted my nice, neat, tidy, little single gal life and trekked almost all the way across country to live in a town of 3000 people where we do not even live in town, with my man and his two babies, 6 and 8 years old who I love with all my heart.
But I must admit, it is not all butterflies, hearts, and fairytales. An 8 year old boy with some anger issues and a 6 year old girl going on 16 and you can bet there are going to be some meltdowns. And to top it off, when I got out there, it had been just the 3 of them for almost 4 years. You can imagine gals, a dad in charge!!! There was ball throwing in the house, golfing in the house, climbing on the counters and windowsills, and numerous other things that would make a mom cringe.
Needless to say the love of my life agreed with me that there needed to be some rules laid down and boundaries put in place. Let me tell you this did not go over well. And even now quite some time later we still have outbursts and of course there is the occasional hand to hand combat between sister and brother, so whenever I have a day where that tension is in the air, and the anxiety is coming on, and I get a case of the mean reds...
I disappear into the bathroom and say to myself, this is my Tiffany's and nothing very bad could happen to me there. After a few minutes, the reds fade to a sort of light pink, I walk out refresed ready to face the latest battle with everything I got. At the end of the day, I am rewarded with sweet kisses from the Sydnee the 6 year telling me she loves me with all her heart, and Brady the 8 year old throwing his arms around me saying I love you Anna. All while my man watches with tears welling up in his eyes because there is so much love in this house.
Anna, Just call me Holly GoLightly
The Shower is My Tardis
Every morning when I get up and get into the shower, I suddenly feel like I am Dr. Who and the shower has become magically become the Tardis, the Doctor's dimensionally transcendental time and space machine, but his is disguised as a Police Public Call Box and mine is decorated in a White cloth shower curtain with really great hair products. Without a doubt when I step out the trip of a lifetime is guaranteed!
What will today's episode be, I wonder to myself, I let the conditioner do it's job on my over-priced salon colored hair that I still insist on getting done, because I think I do deserve some small luxuries in life. Will it be the cybermen waiting to make us all become like them or delete us, or is it gonna be a 6 and 8 year old recently arrived from another planet come to take over my mind and and use me in a plot to rule the universe.
No matter where my tardis is called to and where I land, I am assured that no adventure will be the same and it will definitely be an experience to remember and one I will fashionably triumph over and it will most likely involve peanut butter and jelly!!!
ohhhh oh ohhhhh ohh
What will today's episode be, I wonder to myself, I let the conditioner do it's job on my over-priced salon colored hair that I still insist on getting done, because I think I do deserve some small luxuries in life. Will it be the cybermen waiting to make us all become like them or delete us, or is it gonna be a 6 and 8 year old recently arrived from another planet come to take over my mind and and use me in a plot to rule the universe.
No matter where my tardis is called to and where I land, I am assured that no adventure will be the same and it will definitely be an experience to remember and one I will fashionably triumph over and it will most likely involve peanut butter and jelly!!!
ohhhh oh ohhhhh ohh
What's That Thing That Was Attached to My Ear?!?!?!?!
(Taken from my previous blog)
Now I know it's not me, I know this happens to every parent on the planet. It happened when I raised my 19 year old daughter Chelsea.
You see, I office from home and my job consists of calling clients on the, get this, PHONE!!! Now when I was raised, (here we go again, I am becoming my mother, AGAIN) but when I was raised, we were taught NEVER to interrupt someone while they are on the phone. Seems simple enough to me, how about you? It's not rocket science, shouldn't take more than twice, definitely not 3 times to learn this and most certainly not the 11,279 times it has been mentioned, said, whispered, mouthed, hand signed, written, and yelled in our house. So tell me then, why is it every time the kids are with me they can be minding their own business, playing games, watching TV, petting the dogs, picking their nose, you name it, but not talking to me, and the minute, no, the second I pick that black piece of plastic with a curly wire on it attached to the square thing that lights up, they are standing right next to me whispering, because they think that is more polite,(gotta give them credit for that one!) even waving me down for something they want or think they need.
Of course I frantically wave them off, mouth to them NOT RIGHT NOW, point to my ear the something is attached, they look at me blankly sit back on the couch and pout. I do all this in hopes that my client won't notice that I missed half the order he just placed and maybe he will repeat it for just for his own clarification and I will get off easy.
When I finally get off the phone I walk into the living room and ask "What did you need that was so important that it could not wait?" The answer I get is "I know how to spell Elvis." Elvis is our dog. And while I want to encourage spelling and reading I m now at my wits end. I ask, "Did you see that I was on the phone?" I get and "I didn't know" I am thinking, didn't know what??? What the phone is, or that I was on it, what???? So I ask again, "What are we suppose to do when someone is on the phone?" I get a sheepish "Don't talk" so I say "Give the girl a prize" Then I get "I didn't know you were on the phone" That's it, I just walk away wondering...
What's That Thing That Was Attached to My Ear?!?!?!?!
Now I know it's not me, I know this happens to every parent on the planet. It happened when I raised my 19 year old daughter Chelsea.
You see, I office from home and my job consists of calling clients on the, get this, PHONE!!! Now when I was raised, (here we go again, I am becoming my mother, AGAIN) but when I was raised, we were taught NEVER to interrupt someone while they are on the phone. Seems simple enough to me, how about you? It's not rocket science, shouldn't take more than twice, definitely not 3 times to learn this and most certainly not the 11,279 times it has been mentioned, said, whispered, mouthed, hand signed, written, and yelled in our house. So tell me then, why is it every time the kids are with me they can be minding their own business, playing games, watching TV, petting the dogs, picking their nose, you name it, but not talking to me, and the minute, no, the second I pick that black piece of plastic with a curly wire on it attached to the square thing that lights up, they are standing right next to me whispering, because they think that is more polite,(gotta give them credit for that one!) even waving me down for something they want or think they need.
Of course I frantically wave them off, mouth to them NOT RIGHT NOW, point to my ear the something is attached, they look at me blankly sit back on the couch and pout. I do all this in hopes that my client won't notice that I missed half the order he just placed and maybe he will repeat it for just for his own clarification and I will get off easy.
When I finally get off the phone I walk into the living room and ask "What did you need that was so important that it could not wait?" The answer I get is "I know how to spell Elvis." Elvis is our dog. And while I want to encourage spelling and reading I m now at my wits end. I ask, "Did you see that I was on the phone?" I get and "I didn't know" I am thinking, didn't know what??? What the phone is, or that I was on it, what???? So I ask again, "What are we suppose to do when someone is on the phone?" I get a sheepish "Don't talk" so I say "Give the girl a prize" Then I get "I didn't know you were on the phone" That's it, I just walk away wondering...
What's That Thing That Was Attached to My Ear?!?!?!?!
"Yes Sydnee Bleeding Out Your Lip Counts
(Taken from my previous blog)
So, I am finally getting some work done when I hear a blood curdling scream from the backyard, next I hear Sydnee's little flip flops come running up the side of the house with Adam, the friend in tow behind her. The door flies open and she yells "Does bleeding out your lip count?!?!?!?!?!" I just shake my head head grab a disposable ice pack and follow the two of them to the back yard where Brady is on the ground below the swing set grabbing his lip and screaming it hurts it hurts it hurts. And there is blood!!! He tried to jump from the top of the swing set. Why, you ask? Because it was there.
So I tell him to get up come in and sit on the couch. I look at it, check to make sure all teeth are in tact, no stitches are required, he can move arms, legs, nothing is broken, except the skin on his lip, hand him an ice pack and congratulate him on his first fat lip and ask him if he wants me to take a picture of it to commemorate the moment. I get a fat lip grin, and Sydnee asks, "so bleeding out your lip is ok too then?" I look at her and and try with a straight face to say "Yes Sydnee Bleeding out your lip counts too."
I need a vacation!!!
I Am My Mother's Daughter!!!!
(Taken from my previous blog)
That is it, I have done it. Today was the final straw and I have morphed into my mother. I realized this after Brady threw a temper tantrum today, recovered, his little friend came over, but his younger sister Sydnee had no one to play with so she decided to hang outside with them, the next thing I knew every 5 minutes WHILE I WAS WORKING and trying to make calls, one of them was telling on the other. I finally had enough, marched out into the yard, heard the debates on all sides and said "You play together or not at all. Do you want me to send Adam home? I don't want to hear another word, and do not yell my name again, " are you ready for this??? "UNLESS SOMEONE IS BLEEDING OUT THEIR EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I think they were stunned and are now all 3 playing quietly in the grass outside my office window. Sydnee just came in and stood at the door. I asked over my shoulder, "Are you bleeding out your eyes?" she said no... She was hungry and wanted crackers, I handed her a box and sent her right back out the door and said share!
I am my mother's daughter!!!!
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