The Post That No One Will Read

July 27, 2010

"I will be posting things from time to time here, but not often."


Bwahahahaha!!!

And nearly 6 months later this is the first post on this blog since I got my new job. And this will most likely be the last :-(

I know you are all crying your eyes out because clearly I am a fantastic and prolific blogger. No one will even see this post. That's how cool I am.

I've started a new password protected blog. If anyone wants to follow along please leave me a comment with your name and email. I will send you the address and password! That is, if you want to hear about all of the mundane details of our daily lives. EXCITING, I tell you. Exciting.

xoxo,

..and the big news is...

You must do the thing which you think you cannot do. ~Eleanor Roosevelt

Well, it's big news in my world, at least :-)

I have accepted a new job!

Through all of my ramblings on this blog about not living up to my potential, not being paid what I am worth, not challenging myself, etc... I finally put my money where my mouth is, so to speak.

After two grueling interviews, lots of prayers and lots of, ahem, drinks ... I decided that this was an incredible opportunity I could not pass up.

I will be working as a web content specialist for a world-famous medical institution. And if you know where I live then you can fill in the blanks. ha.

This kind of goes against my wish of spending more time at home with the boy. But such is life. The timing might not be perfect but when is it ever perfect?

I am leaving a job that I have come to love, and for that reason I am having some major panic attack moments. Did I make the right decision? OMG, what the hell am I doing leaving a job that I love???

But the bottom line is this: I am excited for my new adventure. It will be challenging. There will be moments of doubt and frustration. But in the end I need to do this for myself and for OUR future.

And guess what? I could love my NEW job, too.

So ...

What does this mean for this blog?

I am going to put it on hold for the moment. As I transition from my current job to my new one I will have even less time to blog. I know what you are thinking: "How can she blog any less than she already does (or doesn't)???" I know, I suck at blogging right now. But my focus is elsewhere.

I will be posting things from time to time here, but not often.

However, if you would like to keep up with me on Facebook, Twitter, or my other blog please feel free!

Thanks, all! xoxo

Your Assignment and ... My Response

If you read my post from Friday you will already know that tomorrow is the big 77kids Do Good Day! Our Minnesota Mom Bloggers Do Good Day Team will be at the Minnesota Science Museum from 10am-1pm. Stop by and say hi!

And speaking of that, Erika came up with a great way that YOU ALL can get involved in this Do Good Day, too. So, here is your assignment:

~Write post about how you do good for others or for your community. Then go to The Girl Next Door Grows Up and LINK UP tomorrow!
* What kind of random acts of kindness do you do?
* Have you ever paid it forward? How?
* What will you do today that will make someone smile?

~If you can’t write a post, come back here on Wednesday and leave me a comment about something--one thing--that you did that made someone smile.


Now...I need to respond to Erika's post about how she is so nervous/excited to meet us bloggers in person that she is, frankly, a little nauseated.


Dear Erika and Do Good Day Team:

I am excited to meet you ALL in person tomorrow. Super, duper excited! I always love to meet bloggers in person because if I have been reading you blog that means I know you already, right? :-)

It definitely feels *safe* sitting and blogging from the relative anonymity of your computer. But that is a false sense of comfort! The truth is that we are all real people!!! So meeting in person, while in theory fun and exciting, could also be stress-inducing. But here is what I have to say about that: It's ALL GOOD. I know I will adore each and every one of you, therefore, I am not stressing in the least.

In response to Erika's post I will list some things that I think would be helpful for you all to know about me in advance of our meeting tomorrow:

1. My hair is all kinds of not fabulous right now because I refuse to pay more than $20 for a cut and color. Total. It's super awesome.

2. I do not go potty 100 times an hour like Erika, in fact I am the opposite. I have a bladder of steel and I am made fun of for it. That's just how I roll.

3. I tend to giggle when I am nervous.

4. I am nosy and will ask you a million questions about your life and your family. You have been warned.

5. The back left tail light is out in our van. So if I am late it means I have been pulled over. Or I am getting a coffee. One or the other.

6. I will only do a vlog with Erika if we can also videotape her running. Those are the rules, my dear, take it or leave it. :-)

I will have my camera with me and will be doing a "Meet the Team" post after Do Good Day. So, watch out! I might post the outtakes, too :-)

Love,

Feel Good Friday: Do Good Day Preview!

There are few things in life that I enjoy more than cute kids clothes and doing something good for others.

So when I got an email several weeks ago from my "sister" Erika (if that is her real name..hahaha) over at The Girl Next Door Grows Up, I couldn't believe my eyes!

77kids by American Eagle has teamed up with The Motherhood to put together an amazing group of 77 mom bloggers from around the country to help them DO GOOD in their communities. (They are calling it "Do Good Day") AND as an added bonus we also get to help them launch their brand new stores. What could be more perfect?? AWESOME!

I am priviledged to be working with a group of 6 other Minnesota Mom Bloggers. We have been emailing and planning like the crazy women that we are, and are happy to announce that we will be DOING GOOD at the Science Museum of Minnesota from 10 am - 1 pm on July 14th! If you are in the area please stop on by to say hi!!!

We will also be helping 77kids open their brand-new store at the Mall of America on July 31st!

You will be hearing so much more about this project, and the other mom bloggers in the next few weeks so stay tuned...

Check out Erika's post for a few more details and links!

Know what else makes me FEEL GOOD today?

100 Followers! THANK YOU, everyone!!!

That's What She Said

Grant and I do not have a perfect relationship or a perfect marriage.

This is not a news flash. No one does.

But in so many ways we are perfectly matched.

For instance, we are both the biggest nerds you will ever meet. Ever. Hands down. Huge geeks.

[pause for laughter and head nodding from those who know us in real life]

One example of what gigantic nerds we are happened last night.

Let me set the stage: We had just put Miles to bed. I was laying on the couch and Grant was sitting in the chair right next to the couch I was laying on. We each had our CrapBerry in our hands. What follows is the conversation that we had (the EXACT, word for word, letter for letter conversation) via CHAT on our BLACKBERRYs as we were sitting right next to each other. Nerdy.

Grant: What are you doing?

Anne: None of your business.

Anne: Want to watch True Blood?

Grant: Sure.

Anne: Ok, let's go.

Grant: Ok.

Anne: Nerd.

Grant: Vampire Geek.

Grant: We use punctuation more than other texters!

Grant: And CAPITAL LETTERS

Anne: I like correct punctuation, grammar and spelling. No matter what.

Grant: Your a good spellir;

Anne: We shld go down their now and wartch dat telervision show'

Grant: I want to do bad things to you. (It's a line in the theme song, don't get any ideas.)

Anne: That's what she said.

Are We There Yet?

My sister and I are 6.5 years apart. And she hated me growing up. I was always the little, pesky sister who wanted to hang out with my older sister and all of her friends. But I wasn't wanted. I was the little sister who tended to be the center of attention. And she didn't like it.

So, we didn't get along.

Until I was 12.

She went to college.

Then she decided that if she didn't have to live with me, I was ok.

I think it took both of us growing up to realize that we were all we had! Each other. Siblings. And we actually liked each other!

And now she and I are very close, thankfully.

It just makes me think about timing. Life is all about timing. (Deep Thoughts by Anne. That one's for you S & S!) When is the right time to adopt a sibling for Miles? How far apart should our kids be?

I think the short answer is that there IS NO ANSWER.

It doesn't matter how close or far apart siblings are. It just matters if it is the right time for your particular family situation.

I keep thinking that I will know when the time is right. I feel like I will know when we are there. I haven't felt that yet. And maybe it will never come? In some ways I feel like our family is not yet complete and that little girl I have always dreamed of has yet to join our family. But again...there is no right or wrong answer here.

When I get the pang for another baby I am often quickly snapped out of it my the shrill screeching of my toddler throwing a tantrum. And then I am back to reality!

So, are we there yet? No. Not yet.

But maybe someday?

Life is all about timing.

A Twittvite

I just Googled "Twittvite" and apparently there is a "Tweetvite" but not a "Twittvite". Should I coin the term??? Will it make me rich and famous??? Probably not. Dammit.

In any case I would like to offer you all a Twittvite, or an invitation to follow me on Twitter:

Anne's Twittvite!

I have recently discovered the power and magic of Twitter, even though I have been on there for quite some time. At first I could.not.figure.out why on earth people liked Twitter. I just didn't get it. I love Facebook but I really just couldn't get into Tweeting.

And then ...

... the clouds parted and the angels sang me a sweet Twitter song.

And now ...

... I GET IT.

Don't ask me to explain it because you have to have the epiphany yourself.

Pray to the Twitter Gods and maybe you, too, can be so blessed.

I tend to be Tweeting quite a bit lately, so come and join the fun!

* Disclaimer: My Tweets are only funny after I've had a few too many drinks.

Monday Minute and How to Hear Back From Me

Has anyone you've known personally lived to at least 100?
Actually, no. But very, very close. We have some wicked longevity in our family so upper 90s is pretty much the standard. No one's cracked The Century Club though....yet!!

What material possession do you value the most?
Easy: My wedding ring. And my violin.

What do you think happens to us after we die?
This is waaaay too deep of a question for a Monday morning. Ummm, heaven?

Most embarrassing item in your house?
Probably my tummy-sucking-in-undergarments. That's hot.

and finally...

If you could rename yourself, what would your name be?
I would switch my middle name with my first name. Just do a flip flop. Can anyone guess what my middle name is????? (people who know....shhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!) If you leave a guess I will reply back and let you know if you are right or wrong. That is, if you have it set up so I CAN email you back. If not, here is a tutorial:


Go to your Dashboard on Blogger.com.


Hit your edit profile right next to your picture, avatar or whatever else you have showing.


Scroll down to the line that says : Show my email address and CHECK THE BOX.


Hit save.

For those of you who do not want a regular email address to show, go to Gmail, Yahoo or any other number of places and get a FREE email account and set it up.

Wordless Wednesday: The Self Portrait

 

Feel Good Friday: Michael Jordan!

So, we had some bad weather here in Minnesota yesterday.

For about 25 minutes last night we had some REALLY bad weather roll through our neck of the woods. Small trees uprooted, large branches down everywhere, power lines down. And we didn't even get the worst of it, not by a long shot! There were like 35 tornadoes in Minnesota yesterday and thankfully none of them landed in our neighborhood, or anywhere really close.

There was lots of damage and even some deaths associated with this storm so I don't want to make light of it.

However.

Last night was so much fun!!!

This probably sounds freakish considering the weather that we had with an inch of rain in 20 minutes and 60 mph straight line winds. And I HATE storms. Hate. I was nearly hit by lightning last October (that is for a whole other post) so I really, really, really despise storms.

[At this point you are wondering what the hell this has to do with Michael Jordan OR Feel Good Friday. Keep your panties on, I'll get there.]

When the sirens went off we were in the process of trying to get Miles to sleep. We knew there was the possibility of the sirens going off but we were going to give it a shot anyway. So when the sirens went off we grabbed Miles and headed for the basement.

For some reason it was fantastically fun to hunker down in the basement, the three of us snuggled up on the couch reading books. And Miles was having the time of his life! He was getting to stay up way past his bedtime and hang out with his two favorite people! What could be better?! He was silly and sweet and funny and patient as we waited out the storm. It was so much fun and made me incredibly happy! [There's the Feel Good Friday moment, Part 1]

We were flipping back and forth between the weather coverage and the NBA finals. We couldn't care less about the NBA finals but I knew Miles would dig it ... he loves watching basketball on TV. He will cheer loudly and enthusiastically when they make a basket and he will say "almost!" when they miss. It's friggin' adorable.

And then they cut to some commentary. For some reason they were listing some of the bball greats, "Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Michael Jordan, ..."

Then came the scream out of Miles mouth: "MICHAEL JORDAN! MICHAEL JORDAN!"

Clear as a bell.

WHA?!?!?

Grant and I looked at each other in disbelief. We are NOT huge basketball fans, nor do we talk about Michael Jordan incessantly (or at all), nor do I give a flying fart about basketball.

And why, out of all of those names would be have picked out "Michael Jordan" when he was only half paying attention in the first place???

Then Grant remembered: Once a long time ago we went to a pizza place where they have a Michael Jordan pinball machine. Grant remembers saying, "That's Michael Jordan." ONCE. One time. Ever. Never to have uttered his name again. Why on earth would that stick in his little brain?

Some would say (and you know who you are) that it's because he is destined to be a basketball superstar.

I say [and this is the Feel Good Friday moment, Part 2] it's because my boy is brilliant and wicked smart! [parental bias notwithstanding :-) ] His brain is like a little sponge and we are constantly amazed at what a two year old can absorb and learn and RETAIN, even after just hearing something once.

So next time you are around a two year old watch what you say! You never know when it will pop back up and out of their mouth!!

The Proposal (Part 2)

There's really no good news OR bad news to share. Just news :-)

The long and the short of it is that the 'power that be' was less than enthusiastic when I presented my eloquent and well-thought-out proposal (I think I said a lot of things like "ummm..." and "ya know?" ... not my best delivery of all times). But I am pretty sure it wasn't HOW I said it, it was WHAT I was saying. It obviously isn't ideal for me to not work one day in the week, especially considering how tiny our staff is.

So, after more thought and conversation we decided that a happy medium would be for me to just take some days off this summer when I felt I needed them. I have time off, and I should use it. I have already planned some time off so I can spend it with my boy and that makes me happy for the time-being.

Best of both worlds? Maybe. It would be great to have a 4-day work week but for right now that is not in the cards.

Now, who has some good ideas for some fun mommy/toddler activities to do this summer???

It's My LOL Day!

I often wonder if my humor translates on my blog. And I don't really have to wonder long because I think the answer is usually a big NO. Take yesterday's post for example. That was supposed to have been tongue-in-cheek. I thought that was rather tame compared to how shitty I was really feeling yesterday. I *could" have written a really depressing post but decided to go the humor route instead. As I often say, if I didn't laugh I would cry. Does that translate at all??

*crickets chirping*

And moving on...

If you can believe it I am actually the featured guest post today over at Laugh Out Loud. Go over and check it out!

Poetry That Makes Sense to Me

If you are waiting to hear the outcome from this post, well....get in line. Me too.

If you checked in to hear me bitch about my toddler then you have come to the right place. After reading this post you will wonder why I want to spend extra time with our little monster. Again, get in line...I am wondering the same thing today, too. :-)

Here's a little poem I wrote that pretty much sums up where I'm at with the Terrible Twos right now. And I am not a big fan of poetry. I did all I could in college to avoid taking a poetry class. I think I begged my advisor and maybe bribbed her with some Olive Garden gift certificates if I could only just NOT take poetry. I don't like it. Are you pickin' up what I'm puttin' down?

But this, THIS is poetry that makes sense to me.


To My Dear, Sweet Two Year Old

When you cry I want to drink.
When you scream I want to drink more.
When you cry and scream until you throw up I want to break out the hard liquor and a straw.
When you whine I want to inject the vodka straight into my veins.

Oh, my two year old, don't cry because I won't let you eat ice cream for breakfast.
Oh, my two year old, don't scream because I put you in a time out. For the 12th time.
Oh, my two year old, don't kick me when I am trying to change your diaper.
Oh, my two year old, can I take a nap?

Dear sweet little 30 pounder, love of my life,
Give me a break.
Dear sweet size 3T-wearing and defiant child of mine.
I love you so.

But next time you whine and cry and scream...
Go find daddy first.

Mama's sleeping.
And sleeping.
And sleeping.
You tired her out.
And the vodka didn't help, either.

The Proposal (Part 1)

You thought this was going to be the story of how Grant proposed to me, didn't you? Didn't you??? It's not. Although that would be an interesting post...

The kind of proposal I'm talking about is of the professional sort. I am going to make a proposal to my "boss" (those who know where I work can understand why this is in quotes...I work for Jesus...) about my work schedule. I want to work one day less a week. Well, a half-day less. Confused? Yeah, me too.

Let me back up a bit.

Yesterday when I picked up Miles from daycare (Sharon's) I heard these gut-wrenching words for the first time: "I want stay Sharon!" (translation not needed, right?)

Ugh.

When I heard him say that I wanted to do all of these things simultaneously: 1) Curl up in a ball and do the ugly cry. 2) Tell Sharon that I will not be needing her anymore because I am quitting my job to stay home full time. 3) Tell Miles that sounds like a good plan, see ya in the morning.

Now, let me just say that #'s 1 and 2 were the most prevalent thoughts at the time but #3 did sneak in there for a second (I was dreaming of a long, leisurely dinner with Grant and not doing the bedtime fight that is *so* fun right now). Those are words that you just don't want to hear. You want your child to run joyfully into your arms and be gleeful about the opportunity to come home with you. Most days he IS happy to see me and DOES want to come home with me. But he was in a mood yesterday. A foul one. However, that's beside the point. The point is that if Miles could hold up his middle finger he totally would have flicked me off right then and there.

Here are a few side thoughts: I don't want this to become a forum for Stay-at-Home vs Working moms. I do not engage in that kind of discussion because I think to each their own. I don't judge and hope no one else would judge me for decisions our family has to make in that area. I, personally, always want to work. And if we want to pay our mortgage every month I have to work. I think SAHMs are amazing, but I could never, ever do it. BUT (and this is a big BUT) this does not mean that I don't have oodles and oodles of Mama Guilt about it. Especially when my son would rather stay at his daycare provider's house than come home with his own mama. It's natural, I know, for him to be attached. And thank GOD he is! He loves Sharon and loves it there. But still....there is that lingering feeling of guilt that I am not home with him all day, every day.

I know he loves me. I know this because he won't even let go of me long enough to let me pee by myself.

And this comes off of a week (last week) where he was having SEVERE separation anxiety. If I would even look at my car keys he would burst into tears and not stop for hours. Seriously. It was sort of scary but I think it's a normal phase that all kids go through. We are now constantly reminding him that mama ALWAYS comes home. That seems to be helping.

Anyway, the point of this whole, long story is that I am going to propose that I have Fridays off. I only work half days on Fridays anyway, and could probably squeeze the hours that I would miss on Fridays into my Monday-Thursday schedule. I would like to have a whole day with him every week....just the two of us. I love the weekends when daddy is around but I would also love to spend some time with Miles that is purely our own. Know what I mean?

I have been thinking about this for a long time but Miles' words yesterday just pushed me into action.

So, I am going to breach this with the powers that be this afternoon. I have a good argument all laid out and I think I have a good shot. But there is always the very real possibility I will get rejected.

Will I get my wish? Look for "The Proposal (Part 2)" ... coming soon!

Sometimes It's Just All Good

Sometimes you just need a little breather and don’t post on your blog for two weeks.

But it’s all good.

Sometimes you are unhappy that Blogger decided to be super sh*tty and crap out on you the second you actually wanted to post something.

But it’s all good.

Sometimes you slowly try to figure out what your blogging life should look like…and get nowhere in your discernment process.

But it’s all good.

Sometimes things that scare the bejeezus out of you and subsequent trips to the hospital to visit a tiny, treasured friend can make you lose sleep. And drink more. And pray A LOT.

The praying part is definitely all good.

Sometimes a dear friend can be moving thousands of miles away and that makes you want to cry. But then you think about the trips that you will get to take to her new home in a warmer climate…

So, it’s all good.

Sometimes you wonder why your neighbor with the blonde hair and tiny waist decided that doing weeding and other yard work is best done in a cute little sundress. Is she trying to look sexy for Grant? Probably.

But it’s all good.

Sometimes you feel really bad that you have neglected to comment on blogs lately. But then you realize that it is what it is. And they know you still adore them.

So, it’s all good.

Sometimes you drop your brand-new Blackberry (the replacement for the replacement) on concrete and it no longer looks very new. 

But it’s all good.

Sometimes you see your 2 year old son ride his bike for the first time and do it with such ease it fills you with unimaginable joy and pride.

That is definitely all good.

Sometimes you are insanely grateful for things like doctors, nurses, medicine, clean water (*cough* BP *cough*), friends and family that stick with you through thick and thin, a good job, books, wine, kiddie pools in the summer, True Blood (my new addiction....for a whole other post) and loyal blog commenters :-)

ALL GOOD.

Photo Evidence

Here is my tattoo, as promised, in all its glory:

This is the best I could do, people, in the one minute I had to take a shot of it this morning.

Did I get it close enough so you could see the hair on my legs? If not I could certainly zoom in a bit. No? Okay.

And don't blame the tattoo artist for the blah shape and ugly colors of my tattoo. That was all MY genius. Did I mention I had a few glasses of wine before doing this??

My tattoo is an analogy of my life: It might not be perfect. But I love it just the way it is. Wouldn't change a thing.

My Tatt

(Thank you, Twitter, for inspiring this post. You do have a purpose in my life, afterall! I wrote this post a million years ago [or in March] but am just getting around to posting it now...)

May 1998 was the best month of my life. Hands down. No question about it.

That's probably sacrilegious to say. I mean, I should say that the best time in my life was when I got married or when we adopted. That would be the PC thing to say. But that month was particularly cool and life-changing for a myriad of other reasons. I didn't win the lottery or find Jesus or anything like that. But it was still the BEST month of my life.

And I have the tattoo to prove it. (I'll get back to that in a minute...)

May 1998 was a month that I spent traveling in Europe with a bunch of other college students (and one prof.). We went to Germany, Austria, Hungary and the Czech Republic. We saw about 500 cathedrals and churches, stayed with host families and in charming hotels, drank German beer, walked EVERYWHERE, saw stunning castles, rode on trains through gorgeous mountain passes, ate weird things like boar, saw a ballet in Vienna, visited fabulous museums, learned more history that can fit in my brain ... and on and on and on. It was the most amazing 4 weeks of my life.

This was not my first trip to Europe. In fact, it was my third. I had gone with my family when I was 9 and again when I was 16. I have done a lot of traveling so that wasn't a big deal. There was just something so magical about that month. I was free. I was away. I truly felt like an adult for probably the first time in my life. This, coming from the girl who cried when she went away to summer camps and had to wait an extra year after high school to go away to college because I just.couldn't.leave.home. This month was a turning point in my life as I went from Anne the girl to Anne the woman. No, not in THAT way ;) But in many other ways.

I felt like a butterfly that month, just opening my wings and learning how to fly.

ENTER: PRAGUE

If you have never been to Prague you must go before you die. Put it on your Someday List right now. Prague is my favorite city in the world, and I can say that after seeing many, many cities of the world. Paris is great, Copenhagen is wonderful, Budapest is incredible. But there is something out-of-this-world awesome about Prague. It's mysterious in a non-creepy way. I fell in love with it instantly. I will get back there someday. Mark my words.

And I have the best, most everlasting souvenir of my favorite city in the world that makes me smile every time I see it.

[teaser: you will have to come back to the blog tomorrow to see a pic of my tatt. I will wait for you to put that in your planner................okay, now we can continue]

This tattoo came after a couple of glasses of wine and a lot of prodding from my friend Megan, who was a tattoo veteran. We had seen a tattoo shop that was very busy as we were walking earlier that morning, and we just couldn't get the idea of leaving Prague with a tattoo out of our heads. Why not?

So we did it. And it hurt like bloody hell.

Thinking back (and frankly the memory is a little blurry ... wine and all, you know...), I can't remember why I chose a butterfly or why I chose my ankle. (My friend Megan got a lizard on her ankle, BTW.) But now when I look at the butterfly on my ankle I think 2 things: 1) OMG, how cliche to have a butterfly tattoo on your ankle, and 2) The butterfly symbolizes the incredible month I had 'flying' around Europe, spreading my new wings and making my transformation into who I was going to become.

There are, of course, religious overtones to a butterfly that also fit in perfectly with who I have become. But overall the butterfly was the perfect choice for me. I have never and will never regret it.

To my one reader who was with me on that trip...it was an amazing month, wasn't it???

My mom's reaction to my tattoo was classic. When she saw it she licked her finger and tried to rub it off, like it was a fake one!!! LOL!!! I think she had a heart attack right there and then. It was awesome.

And I am planning my next tattoo as we speak. I was thinking of something like this:


Yeah, right. ;)

What tattoos do you have or want to have? What would you think if your sweet little daughter came home from Europe with a tattoo?? Discuss.

Oops, I Did It Again

Wow. I really didn't mean to go an entire week without a post. I keep doing that! I have a been a little stuck in my head the last few weeks. There's just a lot going on, we've been insanely busy, BLAH BLAH BLAH... And no, I actually haven't been posting that much on my 'secret' blog either. Like I said, stuck in my head. I don't know how to get un-stuck but maybe seeing CONAN tonight will help :-) There will be a post about that tomorrow. I assure you. But for now I guess all I can say is to just hang tight with me! I have been neglecting my blog reading, too, so please don't be offended if I seem completely absent. Absent Anne. Has a ring to it. *sigh*

Comment-Love Letter

My bloggy buddy, Kerri (over at Kerri's Klutter), is super cool for many reasons: 1) She has a fun blog. 2) I recently won a giveaway on her fun blog and she sent me something in a box that vibrates. :-) 3) She has an ingenious meme called "Comment-Love Letters". 4) For everyone who does her meme today (or the rest of the Tuesdays in May) she will give $1 to Monkey. (If you don't know Monkey's story please click HERE!)

So, count me in!

To participate in "Comment-Love Letters" I have taken comments from last week's posts and basically mashed them all up in a semi-cohesive way that resembles something like a letter...from all of YOU! This is so much harder than it first appears to be...but hilarious! Maybe YOUR comment made it in?? You will have to read it to find out! Enjoy!!!


Dear Anne,

Gasp! Our relationship is so new and you're already cheating? The horror! I knew something was going on! How *could* you?!?! You sneaky, sneaky lady!!

JEALOUS!!!

Just kidding! I say "Rock On, Sista!" Proud of you. What a lovely feeling that must be. I love it. Good for you! I bet it does feel nice to be able to write stuff that no one else can read. It's your journal. And I am sure it's very therapeutic! I am totally with you.

I like this idea and may have to go on a quest to find the hidden blog. I have to say, I kind of am intrigued. I bet it is much more interesting than you are giving it credit for. Aww man...I wish I could know. I don't have any cash for bribery, but I'll have to work on figuring something out... Your bribe is on it's way to you in the form of a big brown box with something inside that vibrates!! Do I get the address now? lol.

Maybe instead of playing with my dog, I should be blog stalking you. If I find you, do I win a prize? A tell all book perhaps?

You are funny. Funny!

I was much worse than that as a child. My mother had to cut the feet off of my pajamas and put them on me backwards.

WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAT. NO NO NO NO Make the image stop!! What the hell? Is this some kind of conspiracy? Ugh. Oh, please don't tell me this... That is a nightmare indeed. I'm going to get a glass of wine now.

Nuff said.

Have a lovely day!

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Spoiled Rotten

Mother's Day is very quickly becoming my favorite holiday of the year. Because my husband and family spoil me rotten.

I won't go into every detail of the weekend because frankly WHO CARES besides me. But I will say that I have the best husband and extended family on earth and if you think yours is better you are wrong :-) Just kidding, of course. But seriously, I am one blessed mother. I have to pinch myself often. How did I get so lucky to be this kid's mama????

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It got me thinking about what I could do for Grant for Father's Day. Hmmmm.....any ideas??

Here is a quick update on the sleeping situation and then I will hopefully be done whining ... I am sick of talking about it and I bet you are all sick of hearing about it!

Putting him down is slowly getting *easier* every night. And I say a cautious *easier* because it's still far from easy. It's nowhere as easy as it used to be. But we are working with what we've got, making some changes and the most important thing is that we are NOT giving up or giving in. If we are consistent and stick to our guns we will get through this bump in the road okay. I hope, I hope, I hope. Thanks, all, for your words of encouragement and wisdom. I needed them more than you know...