tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44501925745564981772012-02-16T03:45:02.739-07:00Striving for perfection but finds herself less than ideal and is all too aware of her imperfections.Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-71937475374058298182010-08-27T17:07:00.002-06:002010-08-27T17:13:03.635-06:00

Today I broke the law, a lot. I had about 30 miles to cover in 30 minutes. I dropped the kids off (late) for babysitting and proceeded to get on the freeway near my house. Luckily the speed limit is 65mph on the stretch of I-70 that I drive, so that means I can get away with at least 70 mph. I don't like to push it much over that in that section, because there are usually state patrol cars

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-92098920075639511612010-08-25T18:31:00.000-06:002010-08-25T18:31:33.433-06:00

Ha! I was just reading my sister's blog. She likes to give nicknames to everyone in her family and had some new appellations for every member of my family. I'm laughing, but I don't know if everyone else is. I just need to put a picture of every member of my family next to the name. When-I-gave-a-lecture-at-Harvard"-anecdote-spewing G-Lens, Disturbingly-Mommy-like Barbarian,

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-74040491471287263722010-08-24T21:50:00.000-06:002010-08-24T21:50:28.271-06:00

I've never wanted to be one of those people that write "momblogs." So much of my day is spent being a mom, that I'd rather write about something else in my spare time. Does that make me selfish? So tonight for dinner, I was a bad wife. I am embarrassed to admit that I had a 4:00 snack that squelched my desire to eat anything else. It was a very substantial snack--4 molasses cookies from Costco

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-75093395488706043782010-08-23T14:27:00.000-06:002010-08-23T14:27:34.240-06:00

Does that voice in your head ever starting narrating your life as you live it? Mine does and right now it's sounding like that movie "The Pursuit of Happyness" where the Will Smith character was just trying to scrape by with a place to sleep for his son. He had a phase in his life he called running. I have that one too- not the same as his - but right now I can hear myself narrating: (not that my

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-91781279989428077332009-12-11T06:51:00.004-07:002009-12-11T07:36:24.460-07:00

It was the best of 2009, it was the worst of 2009to steal from the opening line of a very good book. Is it really the end of the year? I find myself with a rare hour of quietness to think about things other than work and errands and the house. I don't want to wake anyone up.THE GOODIn spite of all the bad news about the economy, our family has been very blessed in 2009. We started the year out

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-10837078172796365272009-09-15T18:55:00.004-06:002009-09-15T19:05:34.385-06:00

Section I - What I'm Not Doing I'm not, unfortunately, spending my school days going to school. I do spend lots of time dreaming about going back to school to get a Master's degree. End of sectionSection II - Freedom Do you see that earlier post where I asked where the time goes? I've suddenly found myself with more free time than I remember having. I kind of feel like I've reverted back to

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-13242112669083856482009-08-26T15:21:00.007-06:002009-09-15T19:08:22.749-06:00

Well, it's that time of year again when the kids are back in school, probably not learning a whole lot yet and probably writing those back to school essays. I used to hate those when I was in school, but now I find myself reminiscing about them and wishing I were back in school with any kind of assignment. My summer vacation wasn't super eventful, but a lot changed over the summer.I'm the kind of

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-19682110560102307072009-03-11T00:01:00.011-06:002009-09-15T18:28:22.481-06:00

Let's play "The Price is Right." How much do you think all of these groceries cost me? I have here 10 boxes of cereal, 3 boxes of Hefty bags, 2 2liter bottles of Sunkist orange soda, 5 bottles of OceanSpray cranberry juice, 2 bottles of Simply Orange and 4 cans of Del Monte- No salt added tomatoes. So at least we're set for breakfast with all of our cereal and the ingredients for "tomato

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-70159846450533698652009-03-08T23:05:00.001-06:002009-03-08T23:05:52.591-06:00

http://www.arbys.com/arbyscoupon/?cid=bn_msn300x250030909

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Ever noticed that when you have a good friend, your interests kind of merge together with theirs so that there are things that you you always do with them? It's kind of like how one of my sisters became an avid bird watcher because that's what her husband likes to do. Here's a picture of what my friends and I are into (quite literally) right now. This is the kind of thing that you would only do

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-82140797310547592642009-03-08T22:10:00.004-06:002009-03-08T22:24:42.149-06:00

Do you think babies know about gender? Because our baby girl loves her big sister more than anyone else in the world. Whenever little L sees her big sister, her eyes light up and she laughs and watches her sister very intently as she moves around the room. The first time I ever heard little L laugh was when her big sister leaned her head over her and looked at her upside down. I think she knows

Barbara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02728767308550770212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450192574556498177.post-43703452098751778532009-03-08T19:59:00.006-06:002009-03-08T22:10:13.051-06:00

This picture doesn't do me justice. You can't see the dishes that aren't washed, the floor that's not vacuumed, or the stuff that's all over the place. You can hardly tell how dirtey little M's face is. It doesn't accurately portray how I haven't had enough time lately to keep up with my house or my kids or the cooking, or the laundry, or the yard, or the pictures, or this blog. That's the story

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