Friday, February 26, 2010

Come on...you know you wanna

I thought I'd do something a little different today in honor of reaching my first goal of 100 lemmings followers.



Normally I would be taking place in Glamazon's Friday Confessional but I just don't feel like it today. However, Glamazon knows I love her and she totally cracks me up every week with her humble confessions so I still want to give her a shout out and say that if you haven't been to see her site you really should.

Now.

Its okay, I'll wait for ya.

TCBOTB


She is a hoot, huh? 

I was thinking that I would take another idea from her and try something she did a couple weeks ago on her blog that was so much fun to read. Its amazing what you can learn from a person by the questions random strangers ask.

I am thinking maybe there are some burning questions my lemmings followers would love to ask me.  You all know that I am deadly honest, willing to bare my horrid dancing abilities through video, and completely wonky enough to show up at a bloggers conference wearing my signature screaming banshee mask.
(Well, you may not know that part about me yet, but if you are going to the SITS Bloggy Boot Camp next weekend you will!)

So, I will sit waiting on pins and needles for the thousands 5 to 8 questions that will come pouring in within seconds of me pressing "Publish Post".

Unless you all are nothing like me and actually have a life and plans for the weekend.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

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Thursday, February 25, 2010

To be or not to be...that is the question!

Mama's Losin' It


Thank Goodness for Mama Kat over at Mama Kat's Losin It. After that last blog post of mine my brain and heart were a bit sore and so I had to take a day off from blogging to recover.

Actually I had to take Sam to see the child psychologist today at Mt. Washington Pediatric Hospital to discuss some issues he has been having with aggression and meltdowns. Both are relatively common in adolescent boys with autism.

You may be wondering what on earth those last two sentences have to do with Mama Kat.

Well, it doesn't have anything to do with her directly, but it does have to do with one of her writing prompts for this week and that is why I bring it up.

I see many bloggers as being split into 2 defined groups:
  1. Bloggers who write about their lives without changing the real names, locations, and day to day activities
  2. Bloggers who use pseudonyms for either themselves or their children or both and do not go into detail about their locations and activities.

Anyone who has read my blog for any length of time knows that I  fall into the first category of bloggers. I use my boy's real names, I talk about living in the state of Maryland and when I recently remarried I even included a link to the video invitation.  Holy Cow, look at that!  I just did it again?  I must be crazy!  Right?

Not necessarily. 

The main reason I don't use aliases for myself, my husband, or my children is not because I laugh in the face of possible stalkers and pedophiles but instead its because I am a miserable liar.


I guarantee that if I was to make up cutesy names for my boys in place of their real names it would take me less than 2 posts to forget I had done it and call them by their given names again.  I'd probably write a post and hit publish and immediately remember I was supposed to change the names and then take no less than four edits to replace the real names with their fake ones.

As for me, I have always been an open book.  I don't shy away from potentially embarrassing situations like posting a video of me smacking my own ass as I dance along with my wii or sharing horrific pictures from my youth of clothing and hairstyles gone wrong. 

I am also one of those people who you do not want to ask a question of if you do not really want my answer.  Case in point is a dear friend of mine who every time I see her wants to know if she looks thinner?  Does she?  No.  Does she look like she's gained weight?  Yes.  A whopping 3 pounds in the past 12 years after 3 children and 3 c-sections.  By all accounts she is a picture of health and beauty.   I, on the other hand, have lost and gained back the same 25 pounds in the past 5 years at least 3 times.  I just cannot bring myself to lie to her.  When I lie my face gets all smiley and I fumble and fidget.  She'd see through me in a second and then what would happen?  She would never ask me another serious question ever again. 

So, Anylie...don't ask me a question if you don't want the truth.

And as for Mama Kat's friend Brea from Tomika's Treasure Trove who has recently had an anonymous troll commenter giving her a hard time about using her daughter's real name and photo on her personal blog I would kindly offer her a reminder.  Its your blog!  Not everyone is going to agree 100% of the time with what you say, the photos you post, and the color of the shirt you wore with those pants when you were in 3rd grade.  Every blogger has at some time or another had someone leave a steaming pile of a comment on their blog because they didn't like what that person said that day.  In my opinion the worst thing you could do is bend to the opinion of one commenter who doesn't even have the guts to leave their real name and change the content of your blog that is obviously working well for you and your readers.  Plus, your disclaimer on the sidebar of your blog rocks the house! 

Now why didn't I think of that?!


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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

My children are NOT a punishment.

I read a very disturbing news report today regarding Virginia Republican Delegate Bob Marshall (R-13) and his assertion that disabled children are God's punishment on women who have chosen to abort a previous child.

Marshall is quoted as saying “The number of children who are born subsequent to a first abortion with handicaps has increased dramatically," and he continues to say, "Why? Because when you abort the first born of any, nature takes its vengeance on the subsequent children.”
He loosely mentions the Old Testament scripture from Exodus 13:2, which reads, "Sanctify unto me all the firstborn, whatsoever openeth the womb among the children of Israel, both of man and of beast: it is mine." and Exodus 22:29, which says, "Thou shalt not delay to offer the first of thy ripe fruits, and of thy liquors: the firstborn of thy sons shalt thou give unto me." as scriptural evidence supporting his belief.

As a Christian and as a mother I have a number of real problems with what Bob Marshall has said.  My response to his comments are based on the Christian bible as that is what Mr. Marshall has cited as evidence for his broad theory.

First and foremost is my knowledge that I have never had nor ever considered having an abortion. Yet, I have two sons born to me who are severely autistic.  According to Marshall his theory suggests my children are not a blessing from the Lord (as found in Psalm 127:3) but rather a punishment upon me for my previous sins.

Wow, and here I was thinking I was a bad mother because I let my kids watch TV during dinner and sometimes I forget to brush their teeth before bed.

Perhaps if Mr. Marshall, a Roman Catholic, had read a bit further in his bible to the New Testament he would have found the following:

"Righteousness from God comes through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus. God presented him as a sacrifice of atonement, through faith in his blood. He did this to demonstrate his justice, because in his forbearance he had left the sins committed beforehand unpunished— he did it to demonstrate his justice at the present time, so as to be just and the one who justifies those who have faith in Jesus." (Romans 3: 22-26).  


In my bible I also read that prior to Jesus' crucifixion and resurrection His grace and mercy are lavished upon those who confess their sins and seek redemption.  This is seen in  John 8: 8-11 when Jesus is met by a mob of men ready to stone a woman for her sins.

   "But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger.  When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, "If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her."  Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.
 At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there.  Jesus straightened up and asked her, "Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?"
 "No one, sir," she said.
      "Then neither do I condemn you," Jesus declared. "Go now and leave your life of sin."

Marshall would lead us to believe that the Old Testament laws are greater than the blood of Jesus which washes away all believer's sins, those from our past as well as those we may commit in the future.  This is not to say we have free reign to sin without remorse.  Rather it frees us from the desire to continue in sin.  I can't help but feel as though Mr. Marshall is questioning the validity of my forgiven status as a child of God.  

Women and men who have made the heart breaking decision to abort a child do suffer for their decisions. Mr. Marshall's words are merciless to those who have sought out ministries and support groups in search of forgiveness not only from God, but from themselves.  I have friends who have lived their lives with a tortured soul for the decision they made and found forgiveness through a relationship with Christ and His assurance that "He causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose" (Romans 8:28).  Bob Marshall would lead each of these men and women to believe their forgiveness is conditional.

Yet we know that God's love only has 1 condition:  We are to accept His son as our Lord and Savior and by doing so ALL our sins are not only forgiven....but FORGOTTEN.

I am most saddened by Bob Marshall's words because he is completely missing the person behind the label of "Disabled".  A smiling child with downs syndrome showing joyful exuberance for life, the child with autism who is gazing up into sunbeams as they fall over his shoulders and flapping his hands with excitement, and the individual with cerebral palsy navigating their wheelchair through a Boundless playground built to include children of all abilities does not bring to my mind an example of "nature's vengence".

Instead it brings to mind the certainty that all children are made in God's image and according to His will.  It reminds me of the words of a wise friend of mine who ran an after school and evening program for underprivileged children in a rough neighborhood.  He and his wife taught each of the children that  "God don't make no junk."

But the world and the words of a simple man can lead you to believe otherwise.


I believe my children are a testament to God's faith in me.  He sees in me a mother who is strong enough, stubborn enough, and can love hard enough to walk a path dictated by the diagnosis of autism.   Most days I feel like I am walking a tricky path where I take one step forward and two steps back.  and frankly I don't need someone like Bob Marshall standing along the path with his foot out for me to trip over.

I will continue to trust God's will over man's and I pray that I may learn to see myself the way my heavenly Father sees me.

Because really... His opinion of me is all that matters.

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Monday, February 22, 2010

Frumpzilla is in the house

and I think she looks something like this:


Most days this is my official Wanna-be domestic superhero, crazy Mama, blogging-fool, Just Dance Champion uniform.  When I am not wearing my bling laden camo capris my sister made me you will find me wearing black Old Navy yoga or lounge pants.  My favorite shoes are Crocs and even if they are ugly as sin they are amazingly comfortable and I can snazz them up with some fun jibbitz.  I own limitless T-shirts that are all in some form of disrepair but considering I spend my days chasing 2 small boys, blogging, and dancing my butt off in an attempt to keep my Just Dance Champion title who the heck really cares?

But the thing is...

I don't want to look like a crazed sleep-deprived Mama when I go to Bloggy Boot Camp & MomzShare and hopefully (prayerfully) BlogHer '10.

Truth be told, I don't really want to look like that ever.

I want to be at a place where I am comfortable with me.  With both the reflection in the mirror and the substance of my soul.

A place where I can take a deep breath and just be.  Instead of heaping another pound of shame upon my already heavy-laden shoulders.

The thing is I don't know where that place is.
 
Is it located where I was three years ago... in a bad marriage, grappling with a second child diagnosed with severe autism, and running myself ragged in a 3 story house where I never had a moment to just be?

Is it where I was 8 years ago... suffering through infertility, a strained marriage, measuring borderline obese, and desperate for acceptance...both from others but most of all from myself?

Perhaps it is right where I am today... newly remarried and finally at peace with a man, splitting myself in 2 trying to care for 2 boys with 2 very different needs, strengths and weaknesses, weighing more than I like but less than I loathe, and finding strength in this newfangled sisterhood of blogging?

My closet is full of 12 years of emotions, skinny jeans, fat pants, and oversized sweatshirts.  I have sensible shoes, high heels, and a pair of walking out on a man boots.  I have gone from my days of head to toe black to fuchsia and lime green and then back again to the muted colors of submission to the daily grind.

I do not own a single pair of jeans that currently fit me.  I have everything at the opposite spectrums but my current 'average' seems to be anything but. 

I've pretty much had it with the Frumpzilla routine and I'm thinking its time for a change.

Thankfully this time I'm just talking about my clothes.

Are you at peace with yourselfDo you find that peace has changed as you have traveled thru the different stages of your life? 




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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Hugs and kisses from me to you




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Saturday, February 20, 2010

My blog is Freakin Fabulous!

And who am I to disagree?!

Some of you may not be aware that in my spare time I am in fact a DANCING QUEEN!

If you have no idea what I am talking about you can catch up by watching my video HERE.

In middle and high school people made fun of me for being rhythmically challenged but apparently Shell @ Things I Can't Say and my Just Dance game for wii both disagree because I won the inaugural dance off competition that was held on her blog HERE.  There were only 4 contestants and frankly I think Freckletree should have won because she did an improv dance video since  she doesn't own a Wii.  That takes real talent.


Shell also gave each of us dancers a new blog award!

I love this blog award because Shell's favorite word is FABULOUS and she doesn't use it lightly.  Or maybe she does as we can see from The Fabulous Post.  But either way, I will gladly accept it and pass it on to some other freakin fabulous bloggy buddies.

I am passing on this award to:

Daune is one cool Momma and I can't wait to meet her at the Baltimore Bloggy Boot Camp in March!  She is a mom of 5 which includes 1 set of triplets and she has 2 blogs.  One blog is all about her life as a mom and her family and the other is for her private musings.

Steph is one of my blog heroes because when I was having a crazy time putting up my custom photo header she not only fixed it for me but sent me the HTML code and told me step by step how to install it.
FOR FREE!
She is also a great mommy to one of the cutest little boys I have ever seen and an amazing photographer!  You can check out her photography blog by clicking HERE.





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Friday, February 19, 2010

True Confessions: The Scouting Edition



Glamazon Mormon Mom hosts this weekly gab session where I spill my guts on all the secretive things about me and my colorful past.

Actually, I think my past was more of the 8 color beginner crayon box.

But, I aspired to be the 64 crayon box with the flip top lids!

  • I was a girl scout for 13 years
  • I only sold cookies for 6 of those years
  • Cause I learned really fast that I would have to sell close to 100,000 boxes to get a lousy week at summer camp
  • and not the kind of summer camp with cabins and real toilets
  • I'm talking tents, sleeping bags, and "bathrooms" that were huge holes in the ground with a shack built over top.
  • Not really something worth trudging door to door with 100,000 boxes of cookies in tow.
  • When I was 13 our district held a contest to decide the name of the new monthly newsletter that would be mailed to each scouts home.
  • My submission?
  • Why thank you, I'd thought you'd never ask...
  • GSBS:  Girl Scout Bull Shit
  • I have no idea why I didn't win?
  • Then there was the time we were learning how to fold paper cranes
  • I think I was 9
  • I blurted out "I love Orgasms!" cause I thought that was what it was called
  • Yes, I really did.
  • No, I have not yet lived it down.
  • Thank you for laughing at my painful confessions.
  • I hear its therapeutic.

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Be careful what you ask for...

Shell over at Things I Can't Say put out a challenge to all her rhythm-challenged friends (ME!) to make a video of ourselves dancing to the wii game Just Dance and then post it for the world to see.

Most people in their right mind would NEVER do this.

Clearly, I am NOT one of those people.

I never claimed to be sane.

Or in possession of anything resembling shame.

Or sanity.

So, Shell...this one is for you!



Now if you will please excuse me....I need to go start my diet.

Immediately.

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Post It Note Tuesday: The Dual Post Edition



 

And lest you all forget the drama that is this....


Please make your way over to Dumb Mom's site HERE and vote for me again today and every day this week!

And lookie what I found this morning....
This pic was taken the morning of our school pictures
Check out the hot to trot red pumps!

In thanks I will share with you all some additional horrid, cornea burning, photo hall of shame pics of me from the past.

You ready?


Are you sure?


You might want to have some sunglasses, pain medication, and maybe a stiff drink standing by just in case.


I will NOT be held responsible for any of the following resulting medical conditions:
  • Temporary blindness
  • Permanent blindness
  • Mental anguish
  • Dry heaves
  • Inability to breathe due to dry heaves
  • Loss of consciousness
  • Hives 
  • Burning sensations
  • or an erection lasting more than 4 hours
  • YOU SICK FREAK!
 This one would not be so bad if my glasses were not the size of salad plates and my 
clothes weren't 3 sizes too big.

 No makeup & gigantic glasses...UGH!

Did I really think that was a good looking outfit?
Why didn't my sisters lock me up and refuse to let me leave the house?
And that hair?  I have no excuses.

 Bad hair, part deux

I keep this enormous little gem on my refridgerator
to remind me of what happens when I am depressed
AND in the vicinity of large amounts of ice cream
 
So, go make your sympathy vote today for Me!    
#3

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Monday, February 15, 2010

You can quote MEme on that!


SupahMommy and MommyBrain are at it again and have asked for us to share with them some of our favorite quotes.

In high school we could chose a senior quote to be printed next to our name and photo in the yearbook and I was a bit of a wanna-be hippy and so I chose my favorite line from Cat Stevens' song The Wind,

"I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul.  
Where I'll end up well I think only God really knows."







That quote has served me quite well as I meandered myself through numerous states, cities, and towns before finally putting down roots in Maryland.  Something tells me it always will.

I cannot say I have read the entire bible cover to cover. However, there is one set of verses from the Book of Job that have ministered to me over the years,

 25 I know that my Redeemer lives,
       and that in the end he will stand upon the earth. 

 26 And after my skin has been destroyed,
       yet in my flesh I will see God; 
                                          -Job 19: 25-26

On days when I feel like the whole world is against me and I don't want to deal with the anxieties and struggles of my life I read this passage and I know that I am abundantly blessed beyond measure.

Now, this will be a fun spin on things because my all time favorite quote from a movie also comes from the bible.

With a bit of a twist.

It comes from the epic film, Pulp Fiction by Quentin Tarantino,
*NOTE:  I have omitted the queen- mother-level bad words from this passage.  What can I say, I'm a prude.

"There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. 
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." 
I been sayin' that *crap* for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. 
I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a *really bad guy* before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some *crap* this mornin' made me think twice. 
Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. .45 here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. 
I'd like that. But that *crap* ain't the truth. 
The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. 
But I'm tryin, Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd"


So, there you have it.  My favorite quotes and passages from the last 34 years of my crazy life.

What are yours?

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I'm a wanna-be BLOG DAWG!

Lord knows that I have gone through a number of awkward stages over the years. I think there are only 2 years out of my 34 when I haven't cringed at photos of myself or my reflection in the mirror.
So, Dumb Mom's Blog Dawg of the Year Contest has my name all over it!

First, you really have to watch the video she made to introduce all the visions of beauty contestants who were brave enough to enter.

*I actually entered 4 pictures because like I said before...I had A LOT of photographic proof of my awkwardness growing up and so choosing just one photo was impossible!





See what I mean?

Here is where all of you, my loyal lemmings followers come in.  You can vote once per day for me (#3) by clicking HERE

 Please also keep in mind that my photo is from a school picture which means I specifically and intentionally chose the clothing, hair style, and accessories I was wearing that day.


Good Lord!  What was I thinking?

I think I was thinking my hair wouldn't turn out looking like a poodle on a bad hair day, that my dress was smokin' hot, and my earrings didn't look like giant blood splotches.

Seriously....you have to help redeem my obvious lack of style by voting for me.

Something good has to come out of that train wreck of a photo.


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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Dozen Roses Heart Shaped Chocolate Sappy Card Oversized Teddy Bear Day!

 
I hope yours was spent exactly the way you wanted it!



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Friday, February 12, 2010

True Confessions: The Family Edition


I love Friday!  Truly I do.
I especially love Fridays when we are not due for 48" of snow on TOP of the 48" we have already had in the last week.
I also love Fridays because I get to share some of my crazy confessions thanks to Glamazon Mormon Mom and her Friday Confessional.
If you would like to read other shocking confessions by some of my bloggy buddies you can click on her fancy-schmancy button and it will take you right to her site!

So, without further ado...
  • When I was 4 I was sneaking in my older sister's desk and found some small rocks
  • I stuffed them so far up my nose my mom had to take me to the doctor to have them removed
  • Big sis got the spanking because 'She shouldn't have had rocks inside the house'
  • and therefore my nose.
  • Nevermind the fact I could have easily stuffed the thousands of small rocks outside the house up my nose as well.
  • But I don't remember pointing that out at the time.
  • That same sister gave me a rusty hubcap she found on the side of the road for Christmas the year I was 13.
  • Karma is a bitch.
  • When my little sister was 5 I told her mom put her artwork on the fridge because she felt sorry for her obvious lack of artistic talent.
  • I do believe I got spanked for that one.
  • But, it really did look like crap.  
  • Sometimes the truth hurts.
  • My favorite way to torture my younger sister was by pointing at her face for long periods of time.
  • Which prompted her to tattle, 'MOM!!!! Sunday's not touching me!!'
  • I am amazed mom allowed us to survive our childhood's with our asses intact.
  • Despite her best efforts to knock them off with the dreaded wooden spoon.
  • She once broke one over my ass.  
  • Totally true story!
  • If memory serves, I completely had it coming.
  • When I moved away from home to Maryland I bought mom a gigantic wooden spoon I found at a department store for Christmas.
  • She totally got the joke.


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Thursday, February 11, 2010

I think I may survive

I opened my Google Reader today to more than 400 blog posts that I would normally have kept up on, read, and gladly left comments for.
But, after 3 days of shoveling, knocking down 5' long icicles, and attempting to keep up on the resulting laundry crisis I am afraid I may never catch up with all of you individually.

Can you forgive me?

I promise to get my bloggy groove back very soon and begin blogging again.

But for now....I really just need a nap.

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Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Post It Note Tuesday: The Blizzard (Take 2) Edition

Things have been a bit crazy here at Casa Stilwell today as we prepare for the second band of snowstorms set to hit our region.  The national weather service is forcasting anywhere from an additional 12 to 18" of snow on top of the 36" we already had on the ground.

So, today I went to the store and braved the crowds, shoveled snow for an hour to clean the pavement under our cars to prepare for the new onslaught of snow, and did laundry, cooked meals, and prepared for the possibility of losing our power.

So, sadly all I have to offer you is these 2 post-its.  I am hoping by next week I will be back to my normal routine and full of snark and sass.

 

 
   

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Monday, February 8, 2010

Help Wanted: The Cabin Fever Edition


Thank God for internet access!  Truly, THANK YOU GOD!

If it hadn't been for our uninterrupted cable internet to keep me company during Snowpocalypse 2010 I think perhaps you may have been reading an obituary this morning rather than this help-wanted ad.

 

HURRY! DON'T DELAY!
NEEDED IMMEDIATELY: 
  • COFFEE!
  • MIGHT AS WELL BRING SOME HALF & HALF AS WELL
  • WHAT THE HELL, GRAB A BOTTLE OF JACK TOO
  • ITS NOT LIKE WE CAN DRIVE ANYWHERE ANYWAY!
  • ANY OF THE FOLLOWING MOVIES TO ENTERTAIN MY CHILDREN:
  • BACKYARDIGANS
  • DORA THE EXPLORER
  • DIEGO
  • LITTLE EINSTEINS
  • BABY EINSTEIN
  • OR ANYTHING ELSE EXCEPT THAT EVIL PURPLE DINOSAUR
  • I'D RATHER GO AHEAD AND DIE THAN LISTEN TO THAT!
  • WII GAMES WOULD ALSO BE GREATLY APPRECIATED
  • DO THEY HAVE A "SUPERNANNY" GAME FOR WII?
  • SERIOUSLY! AT THIS POINT THAT IS WHO I REALLY NEED!
  • IN FACT...ANYONE NOT LISTED ON THE CHILD SEX-PREDATOR LIST WOULD BE A WELCOME ADDITION!
  • WE I ALSO HAVE A DESPERATE NEED FOR:
  • A STEAK (MEDIUM), GARLIC MASHED POTATOES, GREEN BEANS ALMONDINE, AND A FLOURLESS CHOCOLATE TORTE
  • ASAP!
  • A TEAM OF MEN WILLING TO SHOVEL & UNEARTH MY CAR FROM ITS FROZEN CASKET
  • IF 1 OF THE MEN ARE A VIN DIESEL LOOKALIKE...ALL THE BETTER!
  • POINTLESS GOSSIP AND CONVERSATION WITH A GROUP OF LIKEMINDED MOMS (I.E.SUPAHMOMMY, PRINCESS OF SARCASM, SHELL, CHIEF, MOMMYOLOGIST & THE GRASSHOPPA!)
So there is is folks...what I really need to keep me from hanging myself from our 3rd floor balcony!
Want to see what other ads people are placing this morning?
Just jump on over to SupahMommy's or MommyBrain's blog and give em all a good read.

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Saturday, February 6, 2010

Snowpocalypse 2010: Oh, The Horror!

 
WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! 

  
No, we're not Mommy.
We have a super rabbit-fur hat to protect us!



I laugh in the face of the snowpocalypse.
I eat its young for breakfast!

Here are a few of the snow progression pics I have taken as of Friday afternoon 
when the flakes started falling.

 
Friday 2:00pm


Friday 4:30pm

Friday 8:00pm

 
Saturday 5:00am


Saturday 8:30am

Saturday 11:00am

I will leave you all with a photo of my snow-eating boy.
Take that Snowpocalypse 2010!
 



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