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Broke it.

Not my ankle.

Not my arm.

Not my clavicle…

But the “2 hour wall”!!!

Today, my friend Katie and I ran the North Olympic Discovery Half-Marathon. Our training has been less than ideal as far as speed-training goes. Some may use the phrase “not at all”… So the thought of finishing in under two hours (which is actually not all that fast when one considers how fast summa these people go, but it’s fast for me!) was just that - a thought. Plus, I did not eat very well yesterday… Continue reading ‘Broke it.’

Because, *ahem* I kinda rock.

Before I begin, I feel I should state, I am not AT ALL full of myself… I am innately gracious and humble and meek… I would never draft a post about all My wisdom… My wonderfuliciousness… My prodigal and creative vocabulary… My penchant toward things philosophical… My uncanny ability to use the triple period to evoke conversational pause in a written setting… Ya know. Yes. It feels really good to be So. Completely. Unpretentious.

While I am a naturally humble person, I know that you - My Internet, My Friends - all want to know about the newest excitement in My life. I know you do. And I am here for You. This blog here, it may seem that it is all about Me, but it is really all about You… allaboutYoureadingallaboutMe…

Today I was:

Woohoo! Woo! Hoo! Click here for My inspirational and insightful quote. Click here for the post that contained the quoted… umm… quote… Have You ever visited Blogtations?  Go there. Now. I’ll wait here. 

*whistling*

Does your side hurt? Have You laughed so bad You peed your pants a little? Good. It’ll do Your heart good, and laughing gives Your abs a little workout too. 

I was contacted by Musing Woman at Blogtations the other day - she asked if she could quote Me. I was all, “Uhhh - YEAH!” And started visiting the site a bunch because I have this thing about laughing, and I laughed and laughed and laughed… I am hooked. This gal reads lots of blog, finds quotables and posts them… she explains it better - here. I like it when someone does all the work for Me.

Now, I hate doing this, because of My innate bent toward humility-n-such, but it appears Blogtations has set a little awardy-type contest in place. Folks can vote for their favorite quote of the month (even year) and the winner wins bragging rights. I know, I know, I do not brag. That’s just not how I roll… but if you vote for Me and I win, I wouldn’t dream of insulting My voters by turning down this “bragging right”… because, after all, My blog is all about You…

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Party shortcuts: a few ideas on a Strawberry Shortcake party.

As I age, my standards get lower and lower and lower. Kind of like my… whatever…. 

My first child’s first birthday party had 2 character cakes (Bob & Larry of VeggieTales), goody bags, a BBQ with homemade salads, hand chopped produce, homemade side dishes, and hand made invitations as well as thank you cards… and like, 50 people.

Then there was his 8th birthday party - the one that was 4 months AFTER his birthday.

I’m thinking moderation is key. Joel’s first birthday was one extreme, his 8th was another. Funny how these events reflect the state of My mind… uber mania vs. uber guilt.

Continue reading ‘Party shortcuts: a few ideas on a Strawberry Shortcake party.’

The Exciting Journey That Is: Potty Training

My daughter is 3. She is not potty trained. But she tells us immediately after she’s peed in her diaper.

I PEED!

Yup. You know you envy me.

Yesterday, she was having a hard time going, #2. It was such hard work that she fell asleep while sitting at the kitchen table drinking apple juice - in hopes of making the task of “clearing the passage” a bit “smoother”.

When she woke up I suggested we move her to the potty and try there…

Continue reading ‘The Exciting Journey That Is: Potty Training’

A Local Band

My man and I saw a band with some friends not too long ago… I wrote about it here. Word on the street was, Blozulfog-n-Me landed a spot in the photo montage on their MySpace page. 

Upon hearing this news, I lunged at My computer to check on My reputation. Nothing inappropriate happened, but Holy Schnikey’s of all Creation! I have braces and a decent picture with these bad boys are few and far between. I was prayin’ they didn’t catch me in “a moment” where I was lookin’ all “Silence of the Lambs”ish. This look happens. All. The. Time. Braces do my face/smile no favors. AND I tend to dance with my mouth open. I can’t help it. An abundance of oxygen in necessary to bust a proper move. A girl has gotta get air!

So here’s the pic:

Great Laudations! No brace-face, nor arm wag! Instead you see: Blozulfog on the left and Jennyonthespot on the right. Blozulfog has such great hair - gorgeous red and curly. It looks like Blozulfog is clapping. Oh, Clapping - that’s good dance floor stuff right thar. I look like I am whistling. No… Wait… I can’t whistle with my fingers… Does that mean I am picking my nose? Awesome.

Maybe I was playing the air tambourine. I play a WICKED air tambourine… Yeah, let’s go with that… 

The Dumbest. Question. EVAH.

“Should. You. Say. “Nooooooo” to your Mama?!!”

Come again? How’s a kid supposed to answer that one? Even a 2-year-old sees the problem with that line of questioning.

Talk about setting up your kid for failure. Mom - 0; Kid - 0. The perfect example of a lose-lose situation. And yet another example of my stellar parenting skillz. 

Spring Break! Spring Break! Spring Break!

Partay! Partay! Partay!

Hang on… What’s that? What’d you say? Oh. Yeah. Spring break, spring schmake.

I’m a mom… MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. A Miz-utha in her mid 30’s… with 3 kids… and a minivan… with chocolate milk stains on the carpet… The “new car” smell has been overtaken by the “french fry” smell… The snot of my children’s runny noses is my “bling”… The “sparkle” in my eye is actually glitter from my 5 year olds’ latest art project… I know. I know. It’s overwhelming.

Today was our first day of spring break, and what’d we do? We hit the roller rink, yo! At ONE O’Clock IN THE AFTERNOON - snap! You are telling yourself, “Dude. She. Is. A. Party. Animal. The Roller rink at nap time?! That is hard-core! She is one hard-core Mutha’!” Roaaaaarrrrrr!

I’m sayin’. You don’t even know. But if you DO know… then… You Know… ya know?

So, I think my 5 year old was hit-on by a boy for the first time whilst we wuz rollin’ at the rink. He was prolly a whole 7 years old. Maybe 8.

I have to give the girl props. Olivia can roller blade. The girl has serious skillz. She still hasn’t surpassed the flamin’ hot skillz of her mother… but I better watch my back. There is no way I’m gonna let some “little girl” steal the limelight from me. No. Way. Next time that kid is gonna tell ME IIIIIII am a good skater. I digress… a lot.

So, this cute lil’ fella rolls by my girl and says, “Hey. You’re a really good skater.” She coolly replied, “Thank you.”

It is true. She IS. She was one of the smallest kids there, but her ability towered over her small frame. Really, if ya’ll saw her, you would have pointed and smiled and your jaws might have even become elongated for a time - because she has some serious roller-blading skillz. Serious. Impressive. Dyno-miiiiiiiiiiite.

I was pretty jealous proud. My little girl is growing up. She is showing great athletic potential. She may not be able to walk barefoot without gouging out an eye, but put those feet on wheels and set the wheels on a hard-slick surface and it’s like poetry… with 2 turntables and a microphone! Watching her reminded me of… of… me… on the dance floor. I’m not sure how I feel about this. What about me? What about me????!!!

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Sometimes…

I wish I was “on-spot-witty”. A “Witty Witterson”, if you will.

I mean, I AM witty… I HAVE wit - it just takes awhile. Ya know, like classic cars - they don’t disappoint. They just need time to warm up. That’s me. And that is why writing is a far better measure of the depth of my potential than speaking. I need time to rev up that ‘ol engine. I need a delete key - for my mouth.

Let me support my claim with an example. One evening a few gals and I went to a local bistro to kick up our heels for a bit. My husband was unable to join us for the toe-tapping fun (ya know, to let the fellas know, “I gotta man”). He had kid duty. Continue reading ‘Sometimes…’

Discovery

I discovered Picnik last night. It is a free picture editing program. I. Am. In. Heaven. Yo.

You’ll have to click on the image to see what I’m talkin’ about. Unfortunately, I am in the middle of a migration of sorts, so my plan to post bigger-than-thumbnail images is still a plan.

So - here’s my test picture. I took it at our annual Family Camp last summer. Some teeny-bopper girls hid this in my sleeping bag. In keeping with the spirit of the prank - I used some electrical tape and bound my bed-buddy to another family’s site post. The little chicken attached to the flamingo was later disemboweled by my then-2-year-old. It had a squishy belly. Disembowelment… inevitable. Now… go ahead - check out what I did. There is text ON the picture!

Save the Flamingo

Yay! Text! Thought bubbles! I didn’t have much time to play with the photo as much as I wanted, but this is gonna change my life! Not really, but… yeah…

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Party On

Ultimate Blog Party 2008

Hey party people! If you grabbed your drink and danced under the disco ball 3 posts ago - welcome back! Have a few more strawberries, and plop yourself on the couch. I need to go get some more ice… If you have just gotten here for the party… go here and here. I like to talk so much, I needed two posts. There are still a few days left, and I saw over 1150 folks on the party list… So that means about 1125 of you should still be coming by… right? We have to visit and comment to everyone… right? Right?

If you didn’t come for the party - this is your lucky day! I have laid out quite a spread, and there is enough for everyone.

You know what I forgot though? My youngest’s birthday. She’ll be 3. HER. PARTY. Fortunately, her birthday isn’t until Thursday (yes, THIS Thursday), but I got nuttin’. No hats. No cake plans. No PRESENT! Martha Stewart might take a ruler to my knuckles if she knew.

I feel a little bad for not pondering and planning all the adorable details, but age has…. welll… it’s aged me. My expectations have lowered. So has my bust-line. I’m sorry. That was totally inappropriate. I guess what I am trying to say is this: what used to seem so darned critical, is not so much. The details will come together, and I used to need to create my own invites, create my own cakes, create cute favors, and decorate the living daylights outta any possible decorate-able space. Balloons! Flowers! Streamers! Pirate flags! Kazoos and tablecloths! Olay!

I would love to do that still. I just don’t feel like it is necessary anymore. My sanity, now that’s necessary. I totally enjoy the effort others put into their own kids’ parties, and if that gives them joy, then, “stinkin’ beautiful”! It used to be a joy for me. I sometimes wish it still was.

But something in me changed some where between turning 32 and having a third child. Sanity, perhaps. Maybe when I gave birth to Lucy, my body stopped producing the glue gun hormone and cake decorating hormone that once ran so thick through my veins. I LOVED creating those cakes. Oh, and double sided tape… wonder of all wonders… Fortunately, I am able to live vicariously through my sister-in-law’s mad cake skillz

And there we go.