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Where’s the Brady Bunch and John Denver when you need them?

Some of you know that I live in the fabulous Pacific Northwest. Yes, we wear Goretex, flannel and it rains a lot. It’s cloudy and drizzly 300 days out of the year. I kind of like it. I’m a lazy, homebody, so snuggling the dog and doing nothing with the excuse that the weather is crappy, is kind of ideal for me.

Despite this weird enjoyment of mine of the cold and gloom (I should move to some moor in Scotland) this brings me to my point. All of us, at some time or another, need sunshine. Even those penguin researchers down at the South Pole who only see like two minutes of daylight in the winter have to have some kind of artificial sun in their lives, I’m certain.

Apparently, I am sunshine too folks. Yes, I’m pure, liquid rays of golden Vitamin D. Or at least that’s what another blogger has told me-

You Know it Happens At Your House Too gave me the Sunshine Award. I’ve received this award before not long ago. And I like to acknowledge all awards. So I will give credit where credit is due and tell y’all to go over and read her blog and ‘like’ her Facebook page. She is one funny mama. She’s one good pimp too. She got me 30 new followers in just a day. Maybe she casts a spell or something, I don’t know. But I’m not complaining.

I was touched and well, all sunny inside when she sent my award over to me. It didn’t come in a Teleflora van or anything, it was just a message on my Facebook page.

And in the honor of the Sunshine Award I am going to list all things that are sunny and delightful.

Singers now just don’t sing of sunshine anymore! You wouldn’t hear L’il Wayne or Nicki Minaj rap about sunshine. You might hear Adele sing about it, but since she set fire to the rain, she’ll probably snuff out the sun, or deep freeze it or something.

So here is some sunshine for YOUR day. Put on your bell bottoms, fringed leather jacket and pooka shells, cuz these all hail from the 70s!

First up- John Denver. Classic John Denver. Sunshine on My Shoulder, Makes me Happy. It makes me happy too. On my back, on my arms and on my legs with SPF 500 smeared all over them. But nonetheless, it does make me happy.

Then, The Brady Bunch. It’s a Sunshine Day. Yes it is! It’s raining buckets but I’m going to have sunshine in my heart no matter what.

Please get me the cookie jar. Anyone? Anyone? It would go fabulously with the Cher Barbie I’m still waiting for.

Then, we’ve got some soul. Some R&B. This song has been done and redone over and over. But it’s good. And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know… oh sorry, just feeling the lyrics. This is probably one of those good break up songs. Like REM, Losing my Religion, without sunshine…

And the all time classic-

You are my Sunshine. Which always makes me think of French’s mustard. Darn them! This song is only sweet for the first verse. After that they sing about taking away the sunshine and how sad it all is and I just think of death and dying and start crying. So maybe I’ll just go back to singing The Brady Bunch.

Wishing you a Sunshine Day!

Make my day even sunnier and vote for me on the right- Circle of Moms award. Thank you kindly.

My own acceptance speech in perfect timing for this weekend.

I love awards and I love it when fellow bloggers of the WordPress community bestow awards on each other. It feels like in school when you get a candy gram or a special certificate from the principal. Once in high school I got the Perfect Attendance award as a Sophomore. I was even clueless enough to be at the pep assembly they were giving out the certificates of other achievements to accept my certificate in person. I didn’t realize what street cred this award would give me. How can anyone be so geeky as to get perfect attendance? Honestly, I just kept going to school each day because I was terrified of all the work I had to do if I missed any class. Second, it was one of the few years I didn’t come down with strep throat. Third, it all went downhill from there because my Junior and Senior years were spent heavily involved in thespians and forensics (that’s theater and speech and debate for you non vocab proficient people like myself) and we got to miss school a lot traveling to competitions.

So on to the awards:

The From Life Idle to Life Fantastic blogger gave me these awards- ALL FOUR- Holla bitches! (okay, that wasn’t necessary, I’m sorry.)

She is a sweet blogger who, despite her life being very different than mine; translation- I don’t think she drives a minivan or wears pajama jeans, but I could be wrong, she is a mom after all- she is supportive and witty and doesn’t even use swear words.

Qualifications of the awards are to accept, make a speech (see above boring diatribe of perfect attendance, the music would definitely have cut me off at the Oscars if I were to say all that), acknowledge blogger that gave you award and then answer questions about yourself. Pass on the award to 10 blogs you enjoy.

The Sunshine, Candle Lighter, and Liebster Awards State the following:

  • Act like a God among bloggers (write a post)
  • Give your Acceptance and Thank you speech  for the one whom blessed you with the honor. (See above)
  • Give the cream of your crop the award as well
  • Post awards on your blog if accepted

The Sparkly Ten Commandments are:

  • Give Thanks
  • Answer Ten Questions with Honesty
  • Pass it on to Ten Other Bloggers

I used to pretend Barbara Walters was interviewing me for her Post Oscar special. I would sit in my bathroom and practice, trying to get all choked up and cry for her like the other celebrities do. It was hard, because my life was so dang peachy. I didn’t have any good stories about sleeping on a bare mattress on the floor of our mobile home for years before my stardom, or how my blind mother drove me to auditions. I realize that is not only completely false but utterly preposterous. My mom is not blind!

So here goes: I will try to cry or get choked up at least once.

  1. Describe yourself in seven words:
    Fun, Beautiful, Charming, Organized, Brilliant…. wait… what? OH…. be HONEST… okay fine…. goofy, sensitive, volatile, picky, sloppy, devoted, empathetic.
  2. What keeps you up at night?
    Sometimes the neighbor’s dog. But mostly, I sleep through the night these days since the kids are old enough. I can tend to wallow in crazy obsessions from my over active imagination where I’ve concocted images of my kids in peril. Then my blood starts to run cold and I think of fuzzy kittens and rainbows and try to get myself to sleep counting unicorns….
  3. Whom would you like to be?
    Helen Mirren- I want to be British, saucy, and get away with anything.
  4.  What are you wearing now? My mom uniform- jeans and a thermal tea with socks, slippers and a sweater. I basically look like I walked off the pages of Cosmo, I know.
  5. What scares you?  Cancer scares the crap out of me.
  6. What are the best and worst things about blogging?
    I love that I can pretty much say what I want and most people get it. It beats a journal for sure. I hate the possibility of trolls coming around to spoil the party. I also dislike when my husband rolls his eyes at some of my posts. But I guess you can’t blame him.
  7. What was the last website you looked at?
    Facebook. duh.
  8. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
    To be better at cleaning my house. And Angry Birds. I suck at it. I can only make it past the first level on like 6 tries. It’s pathetic.
  9. Slankets, yes or no? If by Slanket you mean Snuggie, then yes. Guilty.
  10. Tell us something about the person who nominated you.
    She didn’t know what a Slanket was and thought a Slanket was a slinky mixed with a blanket. Which is better than what I invented called a fornikanket which is a blanket for two while they fornicate. You know, for those chilly nights.

Now for the 10 blogs I would like to forward these awards on to and hope you check them out. They are funny, sweet or downright blunt and in-your-face fantastic, and some have few followers since they are so new, so I want you to go visit them and check them out.

The Teacher’s Pen

Barking in the Dark

Lady Goo Goo Gaga

The Sticky Egg

If I Were Brave

Raising my Rainbow

Piperism

Kvetch Mom

She’s a Maineiac

Motherhood WTF?

So to these 10 that I have awarded these blogging awards- follow through with the rules and be sure to acknowledge me in your acceptance speech. Cuz I’m a needy whore that needs to be fed with affirmation.

Enjoy!

There’s worse things I could be doing. Of course, there’s better things too.

Sitting on my couch watching Little House on the Prairie while blogging, eating chips and snuggling my dog. You could say I’m good at multitasking!

I’m not doing crystal meth, or dancing on a pole, or even working in one of those bikini barista huts. Yes, they wear bikinis even in winter. I’ve never actually gotten a drink there, but I drive by some and always see a glimpse of flesh. Burrr.

So what? I blog, I update my Facebook page. I like pictures of cute cats with funny captions. What of it?

I haven’t been on Pinterest. I haven’t been invited. But I’m really glad for this. Can you imagine if I wasted more time??

So instead of Pinterest, I waste my time on Someecards.com

I’m addicted to making awful, ridiculous, slightly offensive cards. With swear words too.

And that’s okay. Because I sure ain’t doing any of the above mentioned awful things. However, there’s lots I’m not doing. Like knitting mittens for Bosnian orphans, volunteering at an animal shelter, making quilts for crack babies, planting my community P-Patch.

Maybe I’ll add one of those things to my to-do list soon.

In the meantime- have fun reading my ecards. I bet they’ll give your fancy schmancy Pinterest craftiness a run for their money.

This one is for my husband. Feel free to share with yours too.

Doesn't it look like Cindy from the Brady Bunch?

This one has quite a few hits on ecards website. I'm quite proud.

I told you F bombs make me happy.

This one is popular too. I guess anything with 'porn' in the caption gets attention.

I’m afraid of trolls.

I’m not talking about the kind with the crazy pink hair or even the ones in Harry Potter or nursery rhymes. I’m talking about- blogging trolls.

Not these trolls. (Couresy of jeteye.com)

or this troll.. (courtesy savagedcharacter.blogspot.com)

I don’t like them. Nobody likes them. They are the playground bullies of the blogosphere. The bitchy housewives that snark at you like on a reality TV show.

I am lucky not to have had any trolls yet. My blog is relatively new. I imagine with the more visibility and popularity one gets that trolls are part of the landscape. I know some bloggers out there that have had some on their page. They post critical, nasty remarks. They love to whine in multiple paragraphs of what makes your blog stupid, or rag on your parenting choices or diss comments made previously by other readers.

I will put up my invisibility cloak to the blog trolls. Okay, that’s impossible. But still, I really wish there was a way to hide from them.

Someone’s comment summed it up best on another blog I read. They wrote- “If you were at a party and someone said a joke that was not really funny. You wouldn’t say, ‘that was the dumbest joke I heard. Why do you even bother? Gosh you’re such a moron!’ You would feign laughter and walk away to get another drink or something.” So let’s be courteous page to page like we are face to face. If you did say those things at a party, you’d be invited to less parties in the future.

The Bearded Iris recently posted about a blog post she wrote that was ‘trolled’. Iris took The Pledge to not allow that kind of stuff on her blog, to address it respectfully and promise not to participate in judgement and degradation elsewhere either.

Snoring Dog Studio also had a troll that she starved. They want attention. Trolls love when they can cause a fight. They shouldn’t be called trolls really, they should be called pot stirrers.

So click on the picture on my right hand feed or here: The Pledge , if you are interested. It’s okay to be nice.

I would like to say thank you to all the kind followers of my blog so far. I appreciate your comments and your support. I feel like a rookie in the blog world and there have been so many of you offering your encouragement and praise. And this needy Leo needs that like she needs air to breathe. So thank you.

And I guess, thank you to those that stop by to read and hate it and don’t say nasty things. I appreciate that too.

"If you can't say something nice...don't say anything at all."

STOP SOPA

Stop SOPA

Doggone it.

My Leo needy ways are going to have to be put on hold for 24 hours. Or more.

Blog readers, Mom, Facebook followers, I’m going dark to protest SOPA.

The Bloggess explained SOPA will make it possible for 50% of kittens to be strangled. Or something like that.

That’s not really what SOPA is. But SOPA is like George Orwell’s 1984, or Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 or Anne Coulter being President of  the United States. It’s awful.

So in the best interest of all of us on the internet who need to express ourselves openly and without any prohibitions, follow the link below. How else would you hear about my rants on Squinkies.

Censor Squinkies, not the internet.

Click here for info to protest internet censorship

I think she eats kittens. Scary. She's mean.

German cooking is more than Schnitzel.

What is it with food reaching into our souls?

I’m not a food blogger, and I don’t have beautiful pictures of food to go with my words that compare to a Bon Appetit spread.

But I wanted to share my mom’s talent for bringing us around the table in gastronimic harmony. My brother flies in from Chicago to have roast goose and Yorkshire pudding. My kids want to stay the night at her house just so they can eat ‘Oma’s food’. She’s the pied piper of her kin.

Mom was taught the old fashioned way. Put in the kitchen as a young girl in post World War 2 Germany with her Tante and her Oma. She watched, stirred, sliced and learned. She watched her Oma snap a chicken’s head off for Sunday’s dinner. This chicken was her pet at some point. But hey- this is post war, you’ve got to eat.

My early memories of food also consist of porridge. Porridge is what we called it growing up and what my parents call it. My dad is English, maybe this is why. I always felt like Goldilocks, but I never thought it was ‘just right’. I didn’t like porridge as a kid. But that’s what we had Monday through Friday and you ate it. No question. I couldn’t wait for the weekend when we could have cold cereal. But now I realize as an adult. My parents make really good porridge. It’s funny what you think is gross as a kid. But get used to. Then go off to eat it somewhere else and then realize, ‘hey, this is really gross, they don’t know what they’re doing.” So now I appreciate my parent’s porridge. A pinch of salt. That’s their trick. Not everyone knows this.

The majority of my memories of my mom’s cooking are good (minus the zucchini or cream of mushroom crepes she made when I was 5). Her cooking is the kind of cooking you come home for. The kind of cooking holidays center around. My German mother would make a pizza every Saturday night. She would start with making the dough. There would always be sausage on it and sometimes mushrooms, which I would only appreciate when I was about 15. I picked them off when I was 6. We would eat pizza and watch the Muppet Show every Saturday night. It didn’t need to be Italian, it was just damn good crust made by a German. She’s mastered pie crust, tart crust and bread crust. We like crusts.

Christmas was roast goose that she would flame with a splash of brandy before my dad would carve it. Oh, and my dad can carve better than Chuck Norris. I’m certain. If there was an Iron Chef carving contest- my dad would win.

Red cabbage simmered with apples and vinegar. So German. So good with goose gravy. Goose gravy that she would make for days before with all the giblets and whatnot that comes inside the carcass in that little paper baggy that 80% of Americans throw away, I’m sure. Mashed potatoes mashed only to the brink of fluffy. Not too much so they get gluey. Another mistake of most cooks. Cream, butter, onions. The trifecta of all good things made in the kitchen. Julia Child style.

What’s strange is my mom can cook really good Thai food too. How funny is that? She rarely makes (make that never) speatzle, she says it’s too much work to make. She doesn’t do schnitzle much either. But everything she does has her signature. The signature of decades in the kitchen and knowing what the heck you’re doing. She can make gravy that is rich and dark and poultry that is tender and not cooked a minute passed to the point of dryness. White meat that doesn’t need the gravy. But to not pour it over everything would be a crime because the gravy is so good.

Making Christmas dinner at my house this year, I was searing the prime rib to put in the oven; and I felt confident in my abilities. I thought, everything I do in the kitchen is because I watched my mom, ate her food, asked her questions and now I can do the same for my family. It’s really a bonus when I teach her something she didn’t know. Maybe she just pretends she doesn’t know to make me feel good. I stepped aside though for her to make the Yorkshire pudding and the gravy. Why try to paint Monet when Monet is standing there with a paint brush?

I think people who can cook well,  have an intuition, an instinct that can’t be learned from books or classes. I think they are people in day to day life that listen, care and are compassionate to humanity (except Gordon Ramsey, he blows this theory wide). How else would they know to fluff a meringue to perfection, slice plums for a cake, season green beans like summer in a bowl? There’s a nuance that is captured between the food, the cook and who they cook for. It might be love. Yes, it’s love for sure when it comes from mom.

Yep, that's mom and me slaving over the dinner. WIth Champagne.

Ahh, the sublime Yorkshire pudding. An English staple perfected by a German. It's not really a pudding, more like a pancake. Leftovers taste good in the morning with syrup. Who am I kidding? What leftovers?

Getting to know you… well, me really.

Getting to know all about you. Getting to know you like me.

Something like that. I remember seeing the King and I on the stage when I was 6 years old. We went downtown to Chicago and saw Yul Brenner in his best role ever. Bald and bare chested. But I was 6, I wasn’t paying attention to that. I liked Anna’s dress. Oh my goodness, how I wanted a hoop skirt with yards and yards of shiny silk to flow over it! I wanted to dance and waltz and sing. My blog byline is ‘Confessions of a Middle Aged Drama Queen’ for goodness sake!

Thank you to Heather Christena Schmidt over at the B(itch) Blog AND Hyperactive Inefficiency for both awarding me with the Versatile Blogger Award.  You both are awesome and I love reading your works. Please visit their posts and enjoy them too.

This means a lot to me, because a) I like to be liked b) I am a Leo and need attention and c) I feel insecure about my blogging so I like it when other blogs reach a virtual hand out to me and pat me on the back.

So typically these chainletter types of blog awards have me disclose something about myself and then pay it forward by awarding other blogs with these awards. Like Duck, Duck Goose; or Heads Up Seven UP. You pick your friends and then they pick you.

So here’s 7 things you shouldn’t know about me but will now, followed by 15 blogs I’ve discovered to be interesting.

1) I have done the flying trapeze 5 times. I even did a stunt on it. This wasn’t in the circus, but still. I was sweating bullets and almost peed my pants. But I did it.

2) I love crap television. Scoff all you want- Kardashians, Jerseylicious, Real Housewives, Pregnant in Heels. It’s mind-numbingly awesome.

3) I’ve never done recreational drugs. Not one puff of pot. Can’t even handle Tylenol with Codeine. I’m so boring.

4) Saw my first opera at age 8. It was Carmen and I loved it.

5) Wanted desperately to be a jockey when I was ages 7 to 11. I think this was fueled by watching movies like The Black Stallion, International Velvet and episodes of Little House. I wanted to be around horses. I was already too tall though.

6) I love clipping my son’s toenails. It’s weird. But this list is supposed to be REVEALING.

7) I wish Branston Pickle was a condiment in America.

Now to name 15 blogs that are interesting to me – visit them.

I am bestowing the Versatile Blogger to you so please be sure to thank me in your acceptance speeches. You’re welcome:

Pickahling

Good Humored

Today in Heritage History

Blurt

Girl on the Contrary

The Mainland

Live Learn and Dream

Snoring Dog Studio

The Flight of Reason

The Witty and the Mundane

Absolutely Ravenous

PCC Advantage

Barking in the Dark

For Better Genius

I Can’t High Five

I’m blogging about blogging and there’s so many others out there doing the same.

Blogging is a completely acceptable way of begging people to notice you and then tell you how witty and talented you are.  At least that’s what I’m learning. You get addicted to your site stats- when your readership goes up, when new people subscribe, when someone comments- OH that’s the best! It’s like my very own Christmas in my inbox!

I appreciate everyone that reads my blog. I really appreciate the one or two that tell me in person how much they enjoy it. I really, really appreciate it. Because I’m a Leo and Leos need compliments. All the time. James is still learning this.

It’s strange that there’s more people that I don’t know who are reading what is going on in my life.

But newsflash- there’s millions of blogs out there. Like stars. Too many to be numbered. On Word Press alone- there’s about 300,000 blog entries a day. So anyone that stumbles upon my blog and takes the time to read it, literally feels like someone finding me in a haystack and I’m the needle. The blogosphere is a very supportive community that understands how good it feels to be recognized. And let’s face it- there’s some dull blogs out there, preachy blogs out there and weird blogs out there. I won’t read about prophecies, hemorrhoid cream or ‘how to make this year the most successful yet’.

Blogging is even more liberating than Facebook. Facebook is a polite venue of conversation. Blogging is personal, (sometimes too personal) it can be rants, mushy sentimentality, ridiculous pictures of cats… I think what’s really weird about it is, I hated writing when I was growing up. I didn’t do very well on my essays in high school. The Beowulf midterm was a little sketchy. And I remember the Macbeth paper I was supposed to write in AP English. I don’t think I ever turned it in. Seriously. I had this aversion to writing. An English teacher in high school told me my writing was awful. Really. That’s what he said. He was proofing my essay on Shakespeare’s Julius Ceasar. And as he stroked his red pen all over the page, he shakes his head and says, ‘Gee, Rebecca, your writing is awful.’  He should’ve been fired. Well, okay, not fired. But I should’ve gotten all Glee on him and told him he isn’t supposed to wreck my self esteem like that. He needs to be more constructive in his criticism and not crush me.

I was an executive assistant for a start up company in my early twenties. The VP asked me to write an article for some environmental city official for some project we were working on. I froze. Don’t ask me to write! I can answer phones, do excel, expense reports, Microsoft Project, make coffee, whatever… just don’t make me write. In my own words.

I did. And I lived through it.

I was a theater major for crying out loud! I focused on acting. I never understood people who wanted to turn in screen plays or manuscripts. I liked to be told what to do. I was the puppet, the clay to be molded. I liked directors to tell me what to do.

I don’t know what changed. Facebook maybe? I am a constant proofer. I can’t stand errors and grammatical misuses. I like making up my own words though. Like ‘glowy’ and ‘thingy’ and anything else I can just add a ‘y’ to.

Blogging is like that annual Christmas letter you put with your Christmas photo each year and send to the relatives. Mostly the ones that aren’t on Facebook since everyone else knows what’s going on in your life. With a blog, each entry is like my annual Christmas letter. I get to brag, whine, gloat, preach, rant, rave whatever… Not that I would DO that in a Christmas letter. Maybe the brag part. Or the preach part.

I get to pretend I work for a fashion or beauty magazine and I’m the editor. I’m going to grace you with all this useful information! Suckers!!

I’m just muddling through really. And thanks for muddling along with me.

This was a boring ass post. My apologies. Here for fun- I will add a silly picture from the internet.

Pet Peeves 2.0 or rather, Stuff That Pisses Me Off.

I like to point out the ridiculous and nonsensical. Common sense isn’t so common people. Have you seen the Darwin Awards?

I forgot a few pissy items from my last list. (It will always be a work in progress.) In honor of 2012, here’s 12 things that rub me the wrong way. (Or when the children aren’t around, make me say, WTF.)

1. Baby on Board placards in people cars. So what? Thank you for sharing that with me. I will try not to run my car up your car’s ass.

2. All disposable razors marketed in the US for men AND women. Really? 5 blades? Mach 6? Pretty soon razors are going to look like a wood rasp from your Grandpa’s work shop. We’ll just slice it all off in one swipe.

3. People that don’t have call-waiting or don’t know how to use it.

4. Elizabeth Hasslebeck

5. People who wear pajama bottoms in public.

6. People that still use the word ‘gay’ as a description for something stupid or silly. Like, “did you see Gigli with Ben Affleck, it was so gay.”

7. Bank of America

8. The improper use of then, than, your and you’re. Especially on Facebook.

9. When you sit down with a fresh cup of coffee and the dog scratches to go out.

10. Man boobs on children

11. Men who think their penis is attractive enough to send a picture of it to someone. Especially politicians or sports celebrities that do this. FYI- Penises are ugly.

12. Alduteresses that come forward to sell their story in the media and then hire Gloria Allred to represent them.

Oh really, you’re too kind. No really, you shouldn’t have. Okay, yes you should.

How’s this for irony? Last night I was watching the Kennedy Center Honors. Meryl Streep was being honored. ‘Nuff said. She is the BOMB. It was fantastic and she looks fantastic and one day I will meet her. Oprah says if you put it out there in the universe then it will happen. So there.

I went to bed dreaming of Meryl, the Oscars and how I will congratulate her on her win, because the woman has been nominated 16 times and she’s bound to be nominated for the 17th time this year and they sure as hell better just give  her the damn thing. I also thought of Rooney Mara, because she is just really cool.

And then I woke up and saw that a fellow WordPress blogger had honored me with the 7 x 7 Award! Yay me!

This was bestowed upon me by The Dissemination of Thought. A clever guy that writes and feels I’m clever too. That, or it’s just a cruel joke, like in Little House on the Prairie when they nominated that one kid for class president only to make him do yucky, awful things.

I’m supposed to list 7 of my blog posts and what is so great about them. These are hand picked by me and not my mother. So they will probably have swear words, and Daniel Craig. Poor James.

Here goes:

Most Beautiful- My post to my dad on his 80th birthday. So sweet. Ode to My Dad

Most Helpful- I would like to say my post about surviving the holidays, or any of my product features, but in reality it was my post called Medicated and Proud of It. A lot of people related to my rants on how to survive the day to day and see through the bullshit.

Most Popular– My post for Ashley and her completion of chemo. I think her whole family read it, that’s why it was such a busy site day! Dedicated to Ashley

Most Controversial– Well, I’m guessing it was my post on the show Glee and teen sex. Go figure. Glee- Coming out, First Times, and More Parental Anxiety

Most Surprisingly Successful– This sounds like, ‘oh, I wrote this and thought it was crap, but apparently you’re either stupid or it was better than I thought’. It was my fantastic list on parenting. Things You’ll Do Because You Are Parents

Most Underrated- Definitely my post on Ben & Jerry’s Schweddy Balls. Dang I thought this one was superb! Dear Ben and Jerry’s

Most Pride-worthy– Only because it probably means more to me than anyone else. When Owen gushed his love for us at Thanksgiving. My Cup Runneth Over and My Heart Melteth and My Eyes Teareth

So there you have it. See for yourself what you think. I have like frickin’ 60 posts published, so there’s lots to choose from. Go ahead, waste your time and read all of them.

You’re welcome.

Here’s 7 blogs I enjoy too that I’ve bestowed the 7 x 7 Link Award. Like a chain letter sort of.

Never Done it That Way Before

Run DMT

Stay Out of My Head

On My Square

Becoming Cliche

Mixed Gems

Yummy Mummy