Part Time Work?

I was looking at Craigslist to see if there were any good part time jobs available when I stumbled on this job listing looking for surrogate mothers, notice at the bottom of this ad that it is classified as a part time job. Who knew that you could be pregnant just part time I wish someone had clued me in on that when I was pregnant with my girls. That would have made things easier when I could not sleep because of horrendous heartburn. Or when I was a swollen emotional mess. I'm just saying.


Become a Surrogate Mother. Our established Surrogacy Program seeks loving women to carry couples biological babies. Help a loving and infertile couple become parents by bringing their little miracle(s) into the world. We are willing to pay above average compensation and experienced carriers are welcome. Call our toll free #1-888-363-9457 or visit our website www.melissabrisman.com to fill out an application ref 6/20/08

Requirements:
• Between the ages of 21-44
• Non-smoker
• Have given birth

Starting Compensation: $23,000 and up, plus all expenses paid by Intended Parents

• Compensation: Generous
• This is a part-time job.

The Name Game

Molly and Ella both got baby dolls from the Easter Bunny. The babies actually coo and babble rather loudly I might add when they sense movement, thank god we found the control that will completely shut them off. Around here the Easter Bunny hides the basket and the girls must hunt for their goodies when they wake up. Well Molly and I came down the stairs first and spent just a few moments waiting for Ella and Nick, but in that few minutes strange noises started to emanate from the corner of the room. At first Molly tried to blow it off with some nervous laughter but then a look of panic set in. She did not like the sound of this at all, "what was that" she uttered it's a phrase we hear all to often from Bobo. I managed to keep the panic level fairly low by letting her begin to look for her goodies. However the noises which should have been a big tip off to the loot had the opposite effect because she was avoiding that area of the room like the plague. When Ella arrived on the scene it was she who braved that corner of the room noises and all to retrieve the Easter Basket for her sister. As soon as Molly saw that the source of the dreaded sounds was the baby doll she had admired in Target all was well in Molly's world. Ella who is becoming way to smart for both myself and the Easter Bunny honed in on her basket within a minute of searching and was happy to see she had also received a babbling baby. One look at her new doll and she declared that her baby was to be named Barack Obama. She continues to make references that her baby is going to be the next president but this is coming from a girl who also believed Obama was running for principle of her school so we shall see.

A New Obsession

Molly's has bid farwell to Dora and is moving on to bigger and better characters, Hello Kitty. She loves to watch the videos and tributes that "grown up's" make and put on You Tube. In all honesty they kind of freak me out, I do not understand any adults fascination or adoration of a oversized cat. But I personally know a few adults who like Hello Kitty and still have respect for them personally so I will give these You Tube video creators the benefit of the doubt maybe they are as normal as the Hello Kitty lovers that I know, and you both know who you are if you are reading this. Along with the videos Molly loves to look up all the Hello Kitty merchandise her parents are depriving her of. This expensive number really caught her eye and she knows she will never actually own one until she can pay the $6,299.99 price all on her own but I thought you might find the reveiws of this product as hilairious as I did. Check it out

Hello Kitty is our new nanny	12/14/2007 - by Berta from Fontana, CA US
I have a twelve year old daughter and a two year old son. I am a single mother that works two jobs just to keep food on the table. Recently, I won a radio contest and was given a Hello Kitty Robot as the prize. And am I glad I did. Since we have invited Hello Kitty (Kiki-as my son calls her), life has been so much easier for everyone. My daughter is no longer the built in babysitter for my son. Hello Kitty does all the work. I always set Kiki to parent mode, and she does a great job. My two year old is already learning words in Japanese, German, and French. I never worry that my pre-teen daughter isn't keeping a good eye on my son, Kiki does that for me. And when I get home the kids are fed, bathed and Kiki is in bed asleep with my son. Thanks Hello Kitty!!!

Like a family member	12/02/2007 - by Rachel La Mar from Claremont, CA US
Robo Kitty is amazing! My 2 yo Max just LOVES his kitty friend. My husband and I are *very* busy lawyers. We leave by 6 am every morning and don't get home until sometimes 10 at night (and don't get me started on all the travel!). We've been through 8 nannies; the first 4 were pretty stressful. After that we got Robo Kitty, and it changed our lives. Max is so attached to her, he barely noticed when we let the last 3 nannies go. The 7th nanny refused to take a pay cut, EVEN THOUGH Robo Kitty did most of the work! Our new nanny is much better; Consuella works for only $7 an hour! Robo Kitty is like another parent at our house. She talks so kindly to my little boy. He's even starting to speak with her accent! It's so cute. Robo Kitty puts Max to sleep, watches TV with him, watches him in the bath, listens to him read. It's amazing, like a best friend, or as Max says "Kitty Mommy!" Now when I'm working from home I don't have to worry about Max asking a bunch of questions or wanting to play or having to read to him. He hardly even talks to me at all! He no longer asks to go to the park or the zoo - being a parent has NEVER been so easy! Thank you Robo Kitty!

Those are just two of my favorite reviews which Nick insists must be a joke I hope for the children of these people it is a joke, the link to the site is below if you wish to read them all.

http://www.dreamkitty.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=K-EM070605&Category_Code=HKDL&Store_Code=DK2000

The Elf Family

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1116104298

Click above link to see us embarrass ourselves.

So we spent this lovely Sunday afternoon in October at the beach, it is probably the last time we will see the beach this year and while it seemed a little chilly as we left the house before we abandoned the beach Molly had gone in the water all the way up to her waist. We had our own little section of the beach until a rather odd trio appeared. They came on to the scene and immediately one of them curled up on the sand and began to slumber another slunk of to god knows where and the third began making her way over to us. It did not take very long to deduct that this member of the trio had been indulging in some early afternoon cocktails. She was a very friendly maybe a little too friendly and did not want to let the conversation go and she followed us every time I tried to steer the girls a little bit this way or a little bit that way. Finally something else caught her eye and she was on her way down the beach. As her friend continued to sleep a seagull found the picnic the trio had packed for themselves, within seconds the seagull was making a awful sound that seemed to signal the rest of the crew that he had hit the jackpot. Before you know it the sleeping woman and her picnic lunch were surrounded by birds going to town on what turned out to be a grocery bag full of food. The girls and I were down by the water as this was happening at the top of the beach by the sand dunes and I must admit that even if I had not been watching over two little girls I do not think the good Samaritan in me would have intervened in the situation that was unfolding. More and more gulls approached as number one peacefully slumbered not stirring a bit and #2 and #3 were no where to be seen. Some one else with a bigger heart than mine did try to persuade the feeding frenzy of birds but to no avail. After the sandwiches which were tightly wrapped in large sheets of wax paper and the bags of chips in cellophane bags had been shredded and devoured I see friendly member of the trio making her way back to her spot. She spots the commotion from a bit of a distance but the early afternoon cocktails are taking their effect on her making any sort of speedy approach. She ungracefully runs and stumbles and runs and stumbles to the birds shaking her fists and yelling, number one is still sleeping, and it takes her a good four to five minutes to get these birds to abandon the food. I watch as she salvages what she can, which really would you try to salvage anything from that scene? Then she glares in my direction as if I should have done more to protect her picnic and part of me wonders if maybe I should have, but anyone who knows my children knows that they are terrified of any living feathered or furry creature and would never have forgotten the horror they felt as I charged in to a flock of seagulls. Besides I had to conserve my energy to get my children and there gear back to the car and cleaned up. Which is no easy feat when you consider my kids strange dispositions. My girls are all for getting down and dirty until suddenly every speck of sand must be off of their body before a full fledged panic attack is under way. So a few hours at the beach involves careful planning on my part which for some reason I did not consider today and actually went to the beach on a whim without the proper equipment. The equipment consists of bottles of water to rinse hands and feet, changes of clothing, baby wipes for sticky spots and ice cold drinks for the ride home. Today we improvised and it was not as disastrous as I thought, dare I say that maybe they are adapting to life as "normal" humans sand and all. So today I had them rinse their hands in the ocean then their feet and then jump in to my arms and if you could only have seen me carrying them both all the way from low low low tide all the way back to the parking lot. Molly kept saying why are you making that noise with your breath? Well I don't know maybe carrying 70-80 pounds in wet mushy sand is a little hard for a mom as out of shape as me, you really don't need to insult the person who is carrying your little butt quite a distance just to avoid a little sand on your tootsies.

Good for a laugh?

So I can not find the wire for my camera and therefore can not transfer any of the photos I have taken recently. But I do have a batch that I took with the camera on my laptop. What do you think? Could these be contenders for next years Christmas cards?