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ABCs of Me!
A - Age: 29
B - Bed size: queen
C - Chore you hate: Chores! (it would have been better if it had asked which one do I like!)
D - Dog's name: Dora and Tico
E - Essential start your day item: Hugs, kisses, and cuddles from my kids and husband
F - Favorite color: Green
G - Gold or Silver: silver
H - Height: 5'9.5"
I - I am: Happy!
J - Job: Mom and Wife (The pay is not that great, and there is a lot of over time, but I love it)
K - Kids: Clara, Lindy, Charlie and one surprise coming December 10th.
L - Living arrangements: A house.
M - Mom's name: Linda
N - Nicknames: Kell, Mom, KJ
O - Overnight hospital stay: Child birth
P - Pet Peeve: complainers.
Q - Quote from a movie: "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." Dorothy Wizard of Oz
R - Right or left handed: right
S - Siblings: 3 sisters Sarah, Katie, and Becky
T - Time you wake up: 6:45
U- Underwear: Yes
V - Vegetable you dislike: Onions
W - Ways you run late: I can't find the keys (we are hardly ever late, I try to make it a priority to be on time or early).
X - X-rays you've had: Ankle, chest, teeth, and others probably.
Y - Yummy food you make: Most everything, except rice (how do you mess rice up?)
Z - Zoo favorite: Giraffes, monkeys, and elephants
now it's your turn
Polliwogs and Doodles
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Katie J's Journal
10.05.2009
Babies Don’t Keep
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).
The shopping is not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.
But I'm playing "Kanga" and this is my "Roo."
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958















