My house is freshly cleaned, my laundry baskets are near empty, and all three of my children are sleeping. How's your Thursday?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Little Dude Day...did you get the day off?
For as much as Mac thoroughly enjoyed himself this past Saturday, I think I'm going to have to declare it National Dude Day. Trin was able to spend the weekend at her Aunt Sara's and Uncle Nate's house, basking in the shadow of her cousin Grace, whom whe absolutely idolizes. Among the many reasons for this adoration, I was informed yesterday that only Grace knows how make really big paper snowflakes with hearts in them. That settles that, then.
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I won...so here's another one!
Oh my holy gosh! Wow...only got a few hours sleep last night, so I'm not sure where that expletive came from, but it's better than "oh my heck" right? Anyway, I won a super cute scrabble pendant from that last giveaway and came across this one, too. Aaahhh, my dreams of domestic perfection are grand, indeed.
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Saturday, March 14, 2009
I came across these super cool giveaways. Hurry! You can still enter! I VERY rarely win anything, but won something through another blog several months ago, and thought I'd give it a shot!
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Why yes, yes it is.
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Have you seen this?

I came across this blog today. It totally cracks me up...and it's totally true! Especially when these "types" are scattered about where we happen to live, work, and play. Kid you not, on my way down the mountain this woman pulled out of her community at 7:45 in the morning, hair totally done and one of those ever so trendy Juicy sweat pants and hoodie combo (not that I don't think they're adorable, I'm just not opposed to dropping Trin off at school in my pj's and morning breath sometimes), driving her Porsche Cayenne, and her nose freshly bandaged from what could have been nothing other than a very recent rhino-jobby. Guaranteed she had a mole-skin notebook hanging out of her bedangled handbag. Don't mind me. I'm just bitter. And STILL in my pj's and morning breath. I've been productive, though. Promise.
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