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Awwww! (again)

Thank you to Laura over at Catholic Teacher Musings who passed this along to me. πŸ™‚

The rules are:
– the winner can put the logo on his/her blog
– link to the person you received your award from
– nominate at least 7 other blogs
– put links to those blogs on yours
– leave a message on the blogs of the people you nominate

So…who the heck do I nominate?? I’ve seen this on many blogs I frequent…so if you’ve already received it, just know that you kick some MORE bootie. πŸ™‚ I’m also not sure if some of you actually display these, but you’re getting it anyway πŸ˜€ And I’m not going to go into WHY you get it. You know πŸ™‚

Mommy meme

Giovanna tagged me for this one. I like her answers πŸ™‚

First: Post a picture of you and your kids. Since I’m usually the one behind the camera, I had my nanny take a few when I got home from work today.

Burke, Maggie, and Logan on Mommy lap

Burke, Maggie, and Logan on Mommy's lap

Second: Answer the questions.

  1. How many children do you have?
    Three – B/G twins and another boy
  2. What are their ages?
    The twins are 3 1/2 and the other one just turned 1
  3. What time of day do you start your day?
    As late as possible. The kids wake up anywhere between 7:00 and 8:00.
  4. What do you eat for breakfast?
    A bagel and coffee – in the car.
  5. Do they watch TV?
    The twins do. Probably more than they should.Β  The little guy isn’t into it.
  6. What are their favorite activities?
    The twins *LOVE* to color. Logan loves climbing…and giving his mom a heart attack.
  7. Do you get a break during the day from them?
    Almost too much of a break since I work full time.
  8. How do you end your day?
    Eating dinner and watching TV with my husband (we’ve been really into Ghost Hunters and America’s Got Talent lately).
  9. What is your best parenting advice or tip?
    Parent TOGETHER. Even if you disagree with what the other one is saying, hold your tongue in front of the kids and discuss it later. Back each other up…My husband is always saying “You heard your mom…” LOVE that.

Third: Tag 5 people.
So I tag:

  1. Laura at Catholic Teacher Musings
  2. Cat at Juggling Act of Life
  3. Mommy at Mommy, Esq.
  4. Heather at Wanting What You Have
  5. Debi at Who Says 8 is Enough

I Was Carded!

Yep. *ME* I actually didn’t know what to do…it’s been a *long* time since that has happened. I’ll be 34 next month. Damn. I remember when that sounded ancient. *sigh* (Although, I used to get carded when inquiring about cell phone service…and you only had to be *18* to get that…)

ANYWAY…We were at Costco tonight and I went into the liquor department to grab some swill beer (because Jon is coming over tomorrow and that’s his favorite). When I got to the checkout, she asked for my ID! Uhm…when I hopped out of the car, I just grabbed my membership card and my debit card and shoved them in my back pocket before grabbing three kids to do the usual run. I must have looked pretty surprised. Flagged Mike down (he had the kids and two carts with him at this point) and said “She won’t sell it to me…” Apparently, they’re not supposed to sell even if someone else comes along with an ID either, but she asked if I was with him and I said “yes, and those are my THREE kids!” Good thing they look like me because she believed me. (She even said, “well. they DO look like you…”) Didn’t think we’d be getting Jon’s beer… I was scolded for not having my ID, and told to make sure I had it next time. Okay.

So…here’s my question: do people REALLY bring random kids to the liquor store to try to look older?? (And don’t these people know that when you actually HAVE three kids, you’re always trying to look younger?)

Fx4: Laura, slow me…I had to read “The Wizard” three times before it bounced off the wall and hit me in the back of the head. I then laughed. funny πŸ˜‰ Giovanna, oh man – what a great story! Too bad you weren’t able to go up, but it sounds like a wise decision! Lori, Trespassing charges! Why didn’t we think of that?! LOL! I think we were just in awe and not really talking much. Heather, I hope Bee likes the post (Hi Bee!) susiehomemade, LOL yep – 200 acres of “back yard” – great place to grow up πŸ™‚

Commenting on Comments: What a Card and Heather – I certainly hope Threeundertwo doesn’t mind…you know the old saying…imitation is the best kind of flattery. πŸ™‚ Angela, thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it – come back any time! πŸ™‚

Awwwww!

As I’m just getting back from vacation, I checked my email, and there’s a comment from Laura at Catholic Teacher Musings … she’s honored me with this!

BFF Gold Card

BFF Gold Card

My first Bloggie award!! (Can you see me blushing beaming from there..?) Thank you Laura!

Here are the rules:

Rules: You may choose 5 awardees

Choose 4 faithful readers of your blog.

1 should be someone new or someone far away.

Here are the people I choose:

Since I’m new to blogging, pretty much anyone I choose is new to me. πŸ™‚ After thinking about it for a while, here are the bloggers I’m bestowing my “you kick butt” on:

  • Goddess – you pretty much introduced me to blogging. I can’t thank you enough!
  • Heather – Kinda feels like we hold conversations though our comments. . . in a non-stalker-ish kind of way.
  • What a Card – you TOTALLY have my sense of humor, and your boys are about the same age as my twins, so I feel your pain – and laugh at it with you.
  • Cheryl – You just make me feel so at home. πŸ™‚
  • Mommy, Esq. – You JUST had your twins, and yet you’re still blogging. If that’s not dedication…Plus, it soooooooo brings back memories!

There are definitely more I wish I could list, but I’m limited to 5 😦

(More about our trip to VT later.)

Nancy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Okay. So maybe it wasn’t as bad as Alexander’s…but it wasn’t a great one.

I should have known the stars wouldn’t be aligned today when Burke announced this morning that he wanted diapers because he wasn’t a big boy. (And perhaps I should have listened to him.)

My nanny was late…I’m still not sure if it was that the train was late, or she missed her usual one. I didn’t really ask though either.

It was super strange seeing all of the school busses on the road again.

Work wasn’t too bad – I actually got a lot done today.

I got home from work and Burke was naked from the waist down…and had apparently peed through his 3rd or 4th pair of shorts.

I asked the twins to pick up the play dough they’d left on the floor so that Logan wouldn’t eat it and they flat out refused. (After many requests, I did get Maggie to help me.)

About 2 minutes after I asked Maggie if she needed to use the potty, she peed all over the floor…without even an attempt to get to the potty.

I just put a whole load of the kids’ laundry in and found a bunch that I missed in the bathroom.

And I got two bills today that are significantly higher than I expected.

*sigh*

Mike’s mixed a lovely gin and tonic for me though – so I will go down that and then contemplate what to have for dinner.

Is It Just Me?

When I get out of the shower, I like to know (okay, I NEED to know) which end of the towel is up. Not a big deal for a freshly washed towel…but I don’t use a freshly washed towel every time, so if I over-think things I get all heeby-jeebied out. “Okay…this part dried WHERE before…and I’m using it on my FACE now???”

To make all things right with the world – I always make sure that the towel tag is on the lower right-hand side. Heaven forbid if that dang tag ever comes off…

I’ve seen the “Butt – Face” towels…but these are all wrong. You wrap a towel around you LENGTH-wise, not WIDTH-wise, so with these towels, half the butt part and half the face part are still in the wrong area!

Should I also mention here that I rinse off my soap before using it…?

MyFaceSpaceBook

So, I joined one of those – what I think of as – teeny boppers sites. More than a few friends had asked if I was there, and after saying “nope.” a few too many times, I decided to take the plunge. Yikes.

I’d like to think I’m technically inclined. (I *do* document highly technical software for a living.) But I should have waited until I had a pretty big block of time available to me because things started flying my way as soon as I signed up. Wow.

On the one hand, it’s pretty cool that you can find all of your class mates from high school and college. On the other hand – that means THEY can find you too. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I have thought to myself with more than one invitation to be a friend, “I didn’t talk much with her before…but, uh, Okay.” It’s pretty cool to be back in touch with people I haven’t talked with in about 15 years though. And I figured out it’s pretty much the only way to get my 17 year old sister to reply to me. And I’m now in touch with one of my brother’s “famous” friends. (Our neighbor growing up – who is Jim’s age – now works for Pixar. How cool is that??) But then I start thinking too much. Like “what if that person *I* remember from way back when doesn’t remember me?” Or if I happen to see an ex-boyfriend on there, do I contact him?? Would he think I want more than I do? (uh, hello – happily married here, thanks.) Or, geeez – am I then considered a stalker?? Too. Much. Pressure. πŸ˜›

One of the time-suckers of the site is that you can play games. The two that I like (word games, of course), you can play in “ladder mode” – see how you stack against all of your friends who play in the same mode, or you can play against specific friends – extend a challenge and take turns until the specified number of rounds has been played by both parties. I tend to play these when I should be doing laundry. Or one of my second jobs.

The strangest part is that you can send virtual “gifts” to your friends. Like flowers, star wars action figures, 80s games, salads, “flair” (buttons…like they make Friday’s employees wear – or Jennifer Aniston in Office Space), and monkeys doing karate (I’m not even kidding). The most interesting (terrifying??) thing that’s happened is that a friend now “owns” me. Apparently, you can purchase your friends and then auction them off. Uhm. Okay.

For now, I’m dabbling over there…but (I can’t believe I’m saying this after only 2 months), I’m much more comfortable with my blog!

6 UN-spectacular Things About Me

Cat has tagged me to do this un-meme (heh)

The subject is….
“6 UN-spectacular things about me”

As with everything in life there are rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

Here’s my jab at it:

  1. I’m a couch potato. I would sit in front of the TV (or movies) all day if I could – and as long as I had my laptop to check email occasionally, I wouldn’t be bored at all.
  2. I’ve been known to wear maternity pants – recently. (The stretch band with extra support to hold the tummy up (in) is comfortable – and uh, helps!)
  3. I have freckles. Lots of them. Everywhere. (Well, everywhere the sun shines πŸ˜‰ )
  4. I take a half-hour shower. No matter how hard I try to speed it up, I just cannot get out from under that spray any sooner.
  5. I used to sell Pampered Chef products. I didn’t do so well with it – but it means that I have a kitchen full of kick-butt stuff. (I love my stoneware!)
  6. I’m a salt-aholic. I love, love, love salt. (especially if it’s got chocolate too – chocolate covered pretzels. YUM!)

I’m tagging:

  1. Goddess
  2. Debi
  3. Mommy, Esq.
  4. What a Card
  5. Heather
  6. Cheryl

Ode to a Migraine

You suck.

Is it Just Me?

I’m sure when I was a kid my parents wondered why every single stuffed animal I owned had to be on my bed. (And I’m not even kidding). I doubt that I ever told them…but I’ve come to realize that I have this strange thing where I feel sorry for inanimate objects! I was so afraid of hurting one of my stuffed animal’s feelings, that I’d just have to have them all around me; I couldn’t bear to think that one would be sad if I chose another one. (The movie Toy Story has since proven my theory…)

I had thought that I had suppressed these feelings, but I realized in the grocery store the other day that I felt really bad for the apples I passed over in favor for the non-bruised ones. Will these apples find a good home? Are they sad because *I* didn’t pick them? Geez, Nance. Get a grip…