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I have Downton Abbey fever. And my blogging friends have it too!

It’s not just me. A whole bunch of us bloggers are in a tizzy over this Masterpiece Classic. But before you get yourself overly concerned like Mrs. Crawley, keep calm like Mr. Carson and be a good and loyal servant, like Mr. Barrow. Oh wait, scratch that. His loyalty is somewhat vexing isn’t it?

Well, whatever. The only fix for this fever is more episodes. So get a cuppa (that’s British for cup of tea) and read all these fabulous posts from my friends while we wait for Sunday’s latest episode. From Twitter to the blogosphere, our Downton friends always amuse us-

And don’t forget last Sunday’s post of mine and all my Dowager Countess zingers.

 

It’s like a Downton Abbey party- and you’re invited!

 

http://www.themomoftheyear.net/2014/01/the-downton-tweet-storm.html

http://underachievingdomesticgoddess.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-return-of-downtonhallelujah.html?m=1

http://www.peopleiwanttopunchinthethroat.com/2013/01/which-downton-character-are-you.html

http://www.cloudywithachanceofwine.com/10-things-that-bothered-me-about-downton-abbey/

http://www.sisterhoodofthesensiblemoms.com/2014/01/if-you-give-a-girl-some-downton-shes-gonna-want-a-party-to-go-with-it/

http://www.momsnewstage.com/2014/01/what-if-downton-abbey-characters-blogged.html

Downton Abbey returns. Bloody hell it’s about time.

And thank goodness tonight’s premiere is 2 hours long.

I am in withdrawals over all the goings on with the Granthams, the Crawleys and O’Brien and Daisy and the rest of the folks downstairs.

How will Mary be after Matthew’s death?

Will we see sweet little baby Sybill?

Will Edith be in love with that married man?

And of course, what will the Dowager Countess say?

I will be tuning in with tea and biscuit in hand.

Shh… mom’s watching Downton Abbey.

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2013- The Year of the Book

Author! Author! Read all about it. It’s hard to believe that this was the year I became a published author. What. The. Hell? No, really, I’m cool with it.

But not only did I want to remind you if you haven’t already picked up your copy of I Just Want To Pee Alone and You Have Lipstick On Your Teeth, but to point out some other hilarious authors that made 2013 the year of THEIR book.

To begin-

Moms Who Drink And Swear by Nikki Knepper. I met Nikki this spring at MamaCon and then again in Chicago at BlogHer. Nikki is love and sweetness and sass and wicked smarts wrapped up in a 5’3″ package of F-bombs and tequila shots. Her book is entertaining, hilarious and poignant. Without sounding contrite, it will make you laugh and it will make you cry. Nikki grabs you by the balls and doesn’t let go. She believes in the power of friendships and venting. I love her. I think you will too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next-from Paige Kellerman, writer/humorist comes- At Least My Belly Hides My Cankles. Paige finds out she’s pregnant with twins and her journey of incontinence, gestational diabetes and well, cankles, will have you having your own bouts of incontinence by laughter. I know Paige and follow her blog and her Facebook page. Every freaking time I read something of hers I guffaw loudly. It might annoy those around me, but I don’t care.  And I love any woman who owns her relationship with her cankles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then-

Remember my review of I Heart My Little A-holes by Karen Alpert of Baby Sideburns fame? This woman is on fire. I first reviewed this self-published tome of hilarity back in the fall and whattdya know, she’s already got a publishing deal with Harper Collins and a re-release of the book this spring, and she made the NY Times best seller list. Obviously this book is freaking funny about all things ugly, funny and wonderful about being a mom. No sugar coating here. Give this book to any expecting parents and parenting delusions will go out the window.

 

 

 

I’m recommending these books because 1) I read them and laughed my ass off. 2) I know the authors and their blogs and 3) know you will be tremendously entertained like I was. This post is not sponsored by them in any way. I wrote it because they are awesome and that is all. Happy New Year! And here’s to more funny stuff in 2014.

2013 The Year of the Book- books you should read

The Frugie Christmas Letter

If you read my blog, it’s almost like getting one of those annual Christmas cards where you get to read all about the goings on in my life.

If you don’t read my blog, then you’re not reading this, you don’t know what goes on in my life, and since I’m not sending a Christmas letter, I guess you won’t know anything about us.

What style Christmas letter should I write? A calendar where it lists each month and what happened? Too long and I don’t even know if I can remember back to last January. Highs and Lows of the year? Who wants to revisit the lows? No thanks.

I’ll just dig in with talking about the kids and their accomplishments and how awesome our lives are. Sound good?

Okay, here it begins.

Dear friends, family, and people I don’t know,

Wow, the holidays are here again! Let’s grab a cup of mulled wine and you can read all about the amazing Gallagher family and their fabulousness.

The kids have lost some of their cuteness. It’s true. Now they are old enough where they are described more as ‘handsome’ or ‘pretty’. Emma has gotten to that point in her appearance where she’s 13 but can kinda pass for 16 and we try to keep her as homely as possible and in the house instead of combing the mall with her peers checking out boys.

Owen is tall and lanky and has none of his baby fat. I think that was gone in 3rd grade anyway. But as a 5th grader (thank God no signs of puberty yet), I noticed in his class picture, his cheeks are slender and there’s nothing to pinch. His front teeth are big and crooked and he spends most of his time playing FIFA on the Xbox or sharing fart and penis jokes with us. There’s a lot of mention of privates. And let me say, the sharing of the fart jokes, is not considered good manners, yet I giggle anyway. Apparently I’m a 10 year old boy as well.

James hasn’t changed at all. He’s not aging, while I am. I don’t see any more grays or crows feet on him than last year. Although I’d say his cholesterol will sneak up on him if he’s not careful with his nightly bowl of ice cream. And his knees don’t seem to hold up to soccer drills like his high school days.

He is coaching like a mad man. Well, not a mad man. He’s more the Vince Lombardi type then the Bobby Knight type.

He’s been coaching soccer and it’s not even Owen’s team. He’s just a great guy that way. Oh, and they won their last 9 games straight. So suck it!! Ooh, the language. Sorry.

Speaking of soccer, Owen is playing soccer almost as much as he goes to school. I guess that’s what happens when they get this age. He loves it though and hopes to play for the English Premier League one day. Fine with me. He said he’d buy me a place in England so I can live there when he plays.

Emma is still doing a lot of nothing. But also performing in musicals. When she does decide to do something, it is usually creative, wonderful and brilliant. But don’t hold your breath for that to happen often. She was just cast in her school’s production of Annie as, wait for it- Annie. Yeah, I’m pretty proud. No, she is not getting a perm and going as a red head.

As for me, well, I have tried to maintain my level of awesome throughout much of 2013. I think it’s working. I had two best selling books I was part of. I’m not bragging, I’m just, well- bragging! I got to be on TV. I went to Chicago and attended my very own book signing with many other fellow authors! And I managed to still fit in last year’s pants- this year. That is huge, right? Because I also professed my love for cookie butter. I’m still stalking Daniel Craig. On the internet only. Which is called, being a fan. I did end the year with a broken digit. My pinky. You can read all about that here. It is still in a cast, or splint I should call it. It will come out in the New Year. I will make a video for you.

So from my messy house to yours (not that yours is messy too!), I wish you a very Merry Christmas and whatever else you celebrate. Keep smiling, keep shining, knowing you can always count on me. For sure.

Oh wait, I might be plagiarizing Dionne Warwick, but I just needed to express my sentiment.

Here’s to 2014.

Peace and love,

Frugie

Merry Christmas from Frugie

It’s called, being a FAN, and it’s totally legal.

Show your school pride in Dockers® Game Day Khakis.

This is a sponsored post by the lovely people at Dockers®. I have been paid in cold hard cash, not just pants.

The Dockers® brand has announced the US launch of its Game Day Khakis collection, a
new line of khaki pants specific to 10 college partners including Louisiana State
University, University of Minnesota, Oregon State University, Texas A&M University,
University of Georgia, University of Illinois, University of Kentucky, University of
Michigan, University of Missouri and Washington State University.

I’m a University of Washington Husky, my husband is a Washington State Cougar. When I was asked to get the Dockers game day khakis and write a post about it, I saw they offered pants for the Cougars. I thought how perfect to get them for James. When they arrived they were a size too big. He’s a skinny fella.

I confess- I didn’t waste any time customizing them for me. I’ll just hide the gray cougar on the flank and no one will see the Go Cougs on the inside of the waist band. With wedges and a cute top, they’re the perfect ‘cranberry’ color for spring. Don’t tell anyone they’re crimson! And don’t tell anyone my husband’s ass is smaller than mine!

Shhh, this is the secret I speak of.

Check out all the fun colors to show your alumni pride! And bowl season is just ahead and Christmas is around the corner- it’s the perfect gift for your die hard college fan!

Dear Dockers®, make University of Washington pants next!

Dockers® Game Day Khakis will be available for men on Dockers.com, Macys.com and
at select Macys stores. The Alpha Game Day Khaki will have a suggested retail price of
$78.00 and the Classic Game Day Khaki for $68.00.
*If you go to Dockers.com, many of the Game Day selections are marked down!

Holiday Lip Looks and Introducing the Naked 3 Palette

I made a super duper extra big makeup tutorial for you. I was so excited to try my new Naked 3 palette from Urban Decay.

And then I got to thinking, I’m going to show you all the festive lipstick colors for the season. They’re bold, they’re bright and sometimes quite dark.

But they’re all pretty. And they will make you feel in the holiday spirit. So don’t be afraid- jump in and get on your fancy face. Wait, didn’t Bo say that to Hope in Days of Our Lives?

You bet I’m blogging this- my teenager is in headgear

Last week Emma got headgear. Yes. Headgear.

They still do the same kind of headgear for kids today that they did in the 80s.

She has an overbite that needs correcting. This is the first phase of her orthodontic adventure.

I do not envy her. The poor thing. So what do I do? I take a video of her doing simple tasks made difficult while wearing headgear.

I think it’s funny. Like really funny.

 

Biting my tongue

You know what’s coming up don’t you?

I’ve been dreading it. Not like the 20 sets of parents are dreading it, no. But dreading it.

The anniversary of Sandy Hook will be Saturday, December 14.

I know that many children have died before and since that day. That genocide, cancer and horrors take children EVERY DAY. Yes. I know this. But for some reason, this tragedy reverberates to the depths of every corner in my soul.

I remember exactly what I was doing that Friday when I learned of something awful on social media. Facebook was littered with praying for Connecticut statuses. I had no idea. I went to my laptop and checked the news. My pulse quickened, my blood went cold, it did, it really did. My gut churned with nausea. The tears came to my eyes and the absolute horror grabbed at my throat. I thought first of my own children in their classrooms. I prayed they were safe.

And then, I prayed for the parents of these children. I can’t imagine. I can’t imagine going to that school that day and having a trooper or first responder approach you. You know. You just know. How does the world not fall away. How do your knees not buckle, your heart stop at that moment that your whole existence is ripped from you?

The reports were coming in all over the place. There were arguments over 2nd Amendment rights. Arguments over mental health. We were arguing! Little boys and girls were covered in blood stained Osh Kosh and Gymboree clothes, and Hanna Anderson tights, and Old Navy Christmas sweatshirts, and we were arguing over the fucking Constitution!

I wanted to scream. There were wrapped gifts under Christmas trees for children that would not be able to open them. There were stockings that hung on mantles that Santa would not fill.

There were caskets that needed to be picked out.

Oh my God. 20 little caskets. Why oh why did this happen? How could this happen?

Heroes were made that day. Angels were made that day.

Months later, parents steeled themselves and headed to Congress to fight for gun control that could possibly save future children. There was mocking of them by pundits. What asshole mocks a grieving parent saying it was in vain for political gain?

You lose your child, you fight for others to not lose theirs. It’s that simple.

We need to talk people. We need to compromise and figure this shit out.

There’s a lot that is wrong. There’s a lot that needs changing. I don’t have the answers. But there has to be some steps, some small changes we can evolve. Where crazy people don’t armor up and bring magazine clips to schools to murder children.

If you love your guns, fine. I love my kids. I love your kids too. I love your kids more than you love your gun. Do you love my kids more than you love your gun?

I’m just asking. I don’t want a fight. I want respectful discussion. I want you to respect me and my children, as much as I respect you and your 2nd Amendment rights. That is all.

I will acknowledge your right to bear arms. Please acknowledge my right to want safety and regulation for those arms.

Can we do this? I think we can. We’ve accomplished more.

 

Make the Sandy Hook Promise if you’re interested in education and logical discussion on issues of gun safety.

 

 

Look, Frugie’s in the Kardashian Krismas Kard

It will be like a Where’s Waldo of sorts. Can you find me? Oh, and there’s some other fun ‘footprints’ I left too.

I’m not going to waste our time with me explaining what a nutcase of a media cluster fluff this “Christmas” card is. If you can call it that.

But hey, it’s the holidays, so let’s be merry.

‘Disabled’ Mannequins asks us what is perfect?

Or maybe we’re all perfect.

I saw this video on Huffington Post that my brother shared with me.

It was so incredible and powerful, I wanted to share it with all of you.

Tell me what you think.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/12/03/disabled-mannequins-video_n_4379586.html?utm_hp_ref=mostpopular