I have news.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

You already know that I'm pregnant, so that's not it. 

And no, I'm not having octuplets, there's only room enough for one Nadya Suleman (her interview tonight with Ann Curry should be so interesting!).

No, my non-maternal souls, I am moving!

And you're coming with me.

Okay, settle down. Before you pack your skis and sunglasses (because why wouldn't I move to beautiful Colorado), please join me at my new site, drum roll, please . . .

Whoa, baby, that's enough, stop banging that clunky, plastic toy against the hardwood, you're giving mommy a headache (not hard to do when you're knocked up). I know, baby, I said, "drum roll," but that's enough.

Okay, baby, that's ENOUGH! And this is when I call him by his full name, "FIRST. MIDDLE. LAST."

And because he's still banging, this is when I curse my parents who bought him this stupid toy.

And this is when I smash the toy against the wall and flush the pieces down the toilet. 

Phew, silence, much better. I should never have asked for the drum roll.

Oh, right, please join me at:

And click on the link non-maternal for all the non-maternal fun!

P.S. Dear Lord, My deepest apologies for clogging up the landfill with yet another toxic plastic toy. 

Stay Tuned . . .

Monday, February 9, 2009

Exciting news coming soon!

Can you believe this?

Monday, January 26, 2009

Moms don't get sick days. 

I know, I know. Ridiculous? Right. Most employers allow their employees at least 10 days of vacation and sick time. Many employers allow more.
And some jobs even allow their employees the option of calling a substitute to do the job for them. 

But the most exhausting, demanding, and emotionally draining job in the world? Ha! Sick or not, moms have to get the job done.

I don't exactly know what would happen if mom took a sick day without back-up, but I imagine it would result in some form of neglect requiring a Children's Services' intervention.
So because of this, I'm taking a sick day from my blogs. (Any laws pertaining to blog neglect?)
You see, some kid passed a bunch of nasty germs onto my kid which ended up in my nose, and guess what? I'm now flippin' sick. 
Whoever started this chain of germs is gonna pay.
But if I were to follow through with that threat then Children's Services might intervene, so I'm just going to leave it as an idle threat.

In the meantime:

Dear Lord,
What does a girl need to do to get a sick day around here?
Oh, and thank you that I wasn't too horribly sick when I ate an entire strawberry shortcake yesterday because it would not have been half as heavenly had I been without the ability to taste it. My, oh my, it was scrumptious. Thank you, Jesus.