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term="Kids" /><category term="women" /><category term="germs" /><category term="taxi" /><category term="birthday" /><category term="stress" /><category term="favorites" /><category term="vacation" /><category term="static" /><category term="puke" /><category term="Movie Madness" /><category term="videos" /><category term="party" /><category term="tweens" /><category term="games" /><category term="Growing Up" /><category term="My Boy" /><category term="brand name reviews" /><category term="Rancho Las Palmas Resort" /><category term="Sea World" /><category term="happy" /><category term="student store" /><category term="lunch" /><category term="life" /><category term="world series" /><category term="dreams" /><category term="Valentine's Day" /><category term="Urban Bum Survival" /><category term="Teeth" /><category term="blah" /><category term="Disneyland" /><category term="San Francisco" /><category term="entertainment" /><category term="fishing" /><category term="Ask The Mom" /><category term="Brad Pitt" /><category term="habits" /><category term="celebrity sightings" /><category term="paranoia" /><category term="Fall" /><category term="snow" /><category term="overwhelmed" /><category term="Karaoke" /><category term="South Lake Tahoe" /><title type="text">Musings of The Mom Jen</title><subtitle type="html">SAHM of 3 with a loving husband living in Smalltown, USA.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.themomjen.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.themomjen.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008851216836243944/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>The Mom Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013214017240987993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9t3eLILuV8s/S0QWJodq7HI/AAAAAAAAEg4/3U1wDZ0Y20U/S220/19276_1303925526404_1478478.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>917</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen" /><feedburner:info uri="cheaperthantherapy--musingsofthemomjen" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008851216836243944.post-4291271850184063588</id><published>2013-03-29T13:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-29T13:49:17.051-07:00</updated><title type="text">First My Son with Needles, Now My Baby with Blood</title><content type="html">Spring Break day one and this is how we started the day:
Well....sorta.

It actually started with crying about how sore her wiggly tooth was.

Then the blood came.

Then more tears.

Then the tissue...&lt;br/&gt;
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[Click to read more!]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen/~4/IglEAaaZsHE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.themomjen.com/feeds/4291271850184063588/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008851216836243944&amp;postID=4291271850184063588&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008851216836243944/posts/default/4291271850184063588" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008851216836243944/posts/default/4291271850184063588" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen/~3/IglEAaaZsHE/first-my-son-with-needles-now-my-baby.html" title="First My Son with Needles, Now My Baby with Blood" /><author><name>The Mom Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013214017240987993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9t3eLILuV8s/S0QWJodq7HI/AAAAAAAAEg4/3U1wDZ0Y20U/S220/19276_1303925526404_1478478.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRJ_A58QXRA/UVX7VbIuKRI/AAAAAAAAKMg/guUya1hxMk0/s72-c/tooth.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.themomjen.com/2013/03/first-my-son-with-needles-now-my-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008851216836243944.post-3282687691115252798</id><published>2013-03-06T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-06T23:53:06.890-08:00</updated><title type="text">I'll Take Codeine and a Side of Steroids Please</title><content type="html">Can an old lady catch a break?

Ever since I turned 40, I've been sick.

The flu for a week.

Now, bronchitis.&amp;nbsp; For the last week and a half.

Thank god my mammogram report came back normal or I...&lt;br/&gt;
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[Click to read more!]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen/~4/2PLKWOGsli0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.themomjen.com/feeds/3282687691115252798/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008851216836243944&amp;postID=3282687691115252798&amp;isPopup=true" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008851216836243944/posts/default/3282687691115252798" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008851216836243944/posts/default/3282687691115252798" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen/~3/2PLKWOGsli0/ill-take-codeine-and-side-of-steroids.html" title="I'll Take Codeine and a Side of Steroids Please" /><author><name>The Mom Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013214017240987993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9t3eLILuV8s/S0QWJodq7HI/AAAAAAAAEg4/3U1wDZ0Y20U/S220/19276_1303925526404_1478478.jpg" /></author><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.themomjen.com/2013/03/ill-take-codeine-and-side-of-steroids.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008851216836243944.post-250232219964707247</id><published>2013-02-10T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-10T12:26:35.270-08:00</updated><title type="text">40 So Far: The Flu and Pancake Boobs!</title><content type="html">I had a few pre-40 birthday celebrations and they were fabulous!

A trip to Vegas with my honey, a limo ride wine tasting with friends, dinner and dancing until the wee hours....

THEN the flu hit...&lt;br/&gt;
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Well more for K, I tend to spend about 3 birthday MONTHS celebrating all that is me.

And, yes I totally deserve it.

That's what my hubby says.

And, I believe...&lt;br/&gt;
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[Click to read more!]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen/~4/VNf1oBLswtE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.themomjen.com/feeds/657248944016397094/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008851216836243944&amp;postID=657248944016397094&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008851216836243944/posts/default/657248944016397094" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008851216836243944/posts/default/657248944016397094" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen/~3/VNf1oBLswtE/not-jump-house-but-jump-slide.html" title="Not a Jump House, but a Jump SLIDE.  " /><author><name>The Mom Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013214017240987993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9t3eLILuV8s/S0QWJodq7HI/AAAAAAAAEg4/3U1wDZ0Y20U/S220/19276_1303925526404_1478478.jpg" /></author><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.themomjen.com/2013/01/not-jump-house-but-jump-slide.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008851216836243944.post-4872228531308174674</id><published>2013-01-08T08:43:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T08:43:47.956-08:00</updated><title type="text">Tooth Fairy Alert: A  Special Request</title><content type="html">Hubby and I and 3 other couples just returned from a New Year's-slash-early 40th birthday celebration in Vegas.

I'd tell you what happened, but with that whole "what happens in Vegas, stays in...&lt;br/&gt;
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I used to be like that when I was her age.

Now it's a struggle.&amp;nbsp;

I'm super indecisive, I have no clue about fashion, and I'm short.

Super...&lt;br/&gt;
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[Click to read more!]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen/~4/uEg5ilw9lIM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.themomjen.com/feeds/3916251993140321929/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008851216836243944&amp;postID=3916251993140321929&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008851216836243944/posts/default/3916251993140321929" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008851216836243944/posts/default/3916251993140321929" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CheaperThanTherapy--musingsOfTheMomJen/~3/uEg5ilw9lIM/this-is-40-clothes-shopping.html" title="This is 40:  Clothes Shopping" /><author><name>The Mom Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013214017240987993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9t3eLILuV8s/S0QWJodq7HI/AAAAAAAAEg4/3U1wDZ0Y20U/S220/19276_1303925526404_1478478.jpg" /></author><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.themomjen.com/2012/12/this-is-40-clothes-shopping.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008851216836243944.post-8570533813230090999</id><published>2012-12-28T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-28T13:10:10.054-08:00</updated><title type="text">Mama and Her Ducks</title><content type="html">Wow, my babies are growing up.&lt;br/&gt;
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I tell my kids Be Careful What You Wish For.

This year it happened again, but it wasn't a birthday gift exchange, it was for Christmas and it's...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sure maybe a few glasses of wine help, but let mom put on some tunes and rock out if she needs to.

After days of making lunches, driving...&lt;br/&gt;
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Time to pull out the stretchy pants to make room for those turkey and pie pounds.

Oh and it's Christmas Card attempt time too.

Last year I had a fabulous Christmas...&lt;br/&gt;
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So yeah, I'm that girl who can't say no.

I took on a few new positions in my community for no pay.

I'm really not complaining.

It's really rewarding.&amp;nbsp;

I know...&lt;br/&gt;
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Looking straight on in the mirror, I don't see it.

In my bathroom, I have this super-glass that makes me look good.

Then I get in natural...&lt;br/&gt;
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Like illness.

I mean, I deal with it.&amp;nbsp; But, I can't deal with it.

Makes perfect sense right?

When I was blessed with children, that non-existent...&lt;br/&gt;
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But, I called a random high school student a not so nice word.

Okay, I mouthed it.

That is totally better.

She was in her car.

A BMW.

Probably her moms.

It...&lt;br/&gt;
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And huge.

We walked 2 hours.

Over 4 miles.

And maybe we hit about 1/8 of it.

It was August.

It was 90 degrees.

Plus 90% humidity.

At one point I felt like the next...&lt;br/&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Hubby and DQ were with me, they were my...&lt;br/&gt;
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We were on a BREAK!

Regina Phalange, PHALANGE!

Can I BE wearing anymore clothes?!

I KNOW!

Okay, so you get my point, we're fans of the show Friends.

Like literally watch whenever...&lt;br/&gt;
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With late night baseball practices and 2-3 games a week, we were never home.

Luckily we have a 7 seater vehicle.

Yes, there's only 5 of us,...&lt;br/&gt;
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A group of boys that were voted on my coaches and peers to play in an elite tournament at the end of the regular...&lt;br/&gt;
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Five days of elementary school, then it's over.

High school bound.&amp;nbsp; 

My oldest will head to Great America theme park this week to celebrate with the...&lt;br/&gt;
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Late ones like we were out of town for a baseball game.

Dance and dinner ran late.

The yewzh.

Everyone was cranky and tired and over-tired and super...&lt;br/&gt;
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I mean, I've dealt with PPD, depression, and anxiety for years since the birth of my second child.

This feels like that, and I am finally...&lt;br/&gt;
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It's a blessing.

It's a curse.

I wake up, make lunches, ship the kids off to school and then come home.

Around...&lt;br/&gt;
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That's gotta be a record.

I'm usually busy over at The Mom Reviews.

But, mostly with life.

This little guy, our newest nephew at almost 4...&lt;br/&gt;
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Dare ya, I think it said.

No, I'm not delirious, the book talked to me.

I think.

Hunger Games this, Hunger Games that.

Dude, it's not Harry Potter.

It's definitely not...&lt;br/&gt;
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