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We recently purchased a cable TV package through our local provider after years of choosing to not have any access to network television. I am amazed by all the infomercials that I've been missing. How could I have survived these past few years without the gadgets, health supplements, and exercising programs!? Below are some of my favorites for your enjoyment.  :)

This is Sensa, a weight loss supplement that you just sprinkle on you food that is suppose to make you want to eat less of the food... I think sprinkling poop, hair or bugs on food would have the same effect. HAHAHAHAHA! Enjoy.


Okay, I feel like Beavis and Butt-Head watching this one."She said butt. ha. haha. ha." College students could play a drinking game while watching, just take a drink every time you hear the word butt. Enjoy!


HONESTLY! Who would do this for 60 days? It seems like a form of torture. These people are insane. I have no doubt it works but who in their right mind would go back for seconds? This reminds me of Stephen King's, Cats Eye, where the guy goes to extreme measures to stop smoking by using a company with 100% success rating, but uses unorthodox methods... TRULY INSANE, PEOPLE!


There are just too many to list them all, but follow this website to find more great as seen on TV products. Enjoy!

The Device

While here in Macon I have stumbled upon a device that seems specifically built to make cupcake loving 30 year old women weep like an infant and sweat like a prostitute in church...

Going on a Fair Hunt

Friday night the girls and I gave ourselves Irish manies and pedies complete with glitter, green polish and shamrocks. We were preparing for the Saint Patrick's Day Fair in Mercer Village, Macon. We woke early Saturday and I braided flowers and green ribbon in the girls' hair and put green shirts on the boys.

We left in search of the fabled Mercer Village at the corner of Mulberry and Spring, only to find ourselves smack square in the Cherry Blossom Festival. So instead of green we found pink... and had a great time. When all the mini's were sweaty and grumpy and we decided to leave, we found what we were looking for just three blocks down.... Typical. :)

Motherhood is Necessary for Invention

The saying is, "necessity is the mother of invention." However, I realized as I was cleaning the kids bathroom this morning, that motherhood was necessary for me to become the inventor. Mind you, I use the title inventor loosely.

I realized as I organized the soaps and loofahs that were soggily trapped at the bottom of the tub, that a shower curtain ring can serve nicely as a hook to hang the loofahs from. Viola! A Loofah Hook... for just two easy payments of, $19.95 you too can have your very own set of Loofah Hooks, and if you act fast I will throw in an extra set for free!

This new invention got my mind working. I began to think about how much my life has changed since I was blessed with these four precious babies. I always thought that my adult years would be spent wearing fancy clothes and working full time and traveling around the world. If that fantasy got boring, I dreamed I would be wearing bathing suits living on the water collecting liberal data on how the world ocean's are polluted beyond repair. Never in a million years would the obnoxious teenaged version of myself have dreamed that she would be a 30 yr old, stay at home, home-schooling mother to 4 kids.

As I am typing this I am reminded of the verse, "For I know the plans I have for you (says the Lord), plans to prosper you, not harm you." My plans were small, self-centered plans. God's plan was bigger and better than I could have ever thought of with my sinful, selfish mind. It's a good thing that we often don't get what we want. How very lonely my world would be traveling by myself or sitting on a boat in the middle of no where. What type of personal/spiritual growth is there in doing what you want and what is easy?

So today I don a new hat. The hat of an inventor. A mother who will create lesson plans and who makes up stories and games. A mom who solves the problem of bathroom clutter...One who will drop her drawers to get her kids to laugh. A wife who invents a recipe for her husband's favorite cupcake. No, I am not your typical inventor and my name will never be remembered as a top mind who changed the digital age, and I may not be of fancy dress or have a pet dolphin. But I will always be remembered as, Mom.

The Gyspy Life

My husband and I recently decided to quit playing part time spouses and to start living our marriage as the happily married couple we are. What does this mean you ask? It means that I have decided to cleave to my husband and travel with him. It means the kids and I now live the gypsy life that he has lived for over three years. It means that I get to live with my husband and my kids get to grow up with their dad. It means that I have withdrawn my kids from school and have begun to home-school them... and it equals 365 days a years of togetherness instead of the 104 we have been averaging.

This was not an easy decision nor is it an easy lifestyle. A change this great requires lots of prayer and many months of preparation. I now run two households complete with bills and have to provide curriculum and instruction for my children who are accustomed to being occupied by a classroom of 25 kids for 8 hours a day. I left my house intact only bringing half of it with us. We live modestly, but we live together.

Most importantly, what does this mean for the reader? It means I now have much more to write about. Stay tuned and keep an opened mind. I do not claim to do things perfectly but rather to the best of my ability. A lot of mistakes and experiences are to be had on this adventure I call the Gypsy life and I wish to share them with you.

Whatever Works.

As I was tucking in my two girls the other night. They began to tell me how they were scared of the noises that the house makes. My youngest girl, age three, said that she heard strange noises in the bathroom prior to going to bed. My eldest, age seven, agreed. I explained to them that what they heard was the air conditioning unit clicking on and the vents rattling overhead. My three year old began to whine and say, "No, Momma I heard a crack. There's a crack in the bathroom." I repeated my explanation to no avail. Finally, when the three year old was on the verge of tears, I turned my back to her, pulled down my pajama pants slightly and said, "That wasn't a crack. This is a crack." She began to laugh so violently that her sister asked what I did. I turned to her and gave her a full moon. They were both so surprised that they forgot to be scared. While laying in bed that night, I couldn't help but think, "This is going to come back to bite me in the ass...crack."

Say What?

I recently was down with a cold for a few days. My husband happened to be working out of town. Each night like a good boy, he would call to see how I was feeling. Now, being that I am a single parent to four kids throughout the week, I never have time for a nice and quiet phone conversation. He would call and I would briefly tell him while kids jumped and climbed all over me, "I ran a fever last night, but am feeling better now." This went on for three nights until finally I was well again. On the fourth night, my husband called to check on me and my three year old little girl starts dashing about the room. This was so distracting that I had to ask what she was doing. She replied, "I'm running a fever."