So Not Mom-a-licious

And now, for my next trick...I will attempt potty training

2009-10-27T07:01:00.000-07:00

Potty Training for the toddler Kid, not myself. I have known how to do that for at least the last 6 or so years. Although, there may have been a couple of occasions where I could have still used my night time training pants.

Well, we are finally in the house. The loan process was horrible. But horrible for the opposite reasons you might think. I won't be getting into that because it doesn't really matter anymore and I probably could write a small paperback about the whole thing.

So, the Kid will now be referred to as the Toddler Kid. I have officially taken away his Baby status. And honestly, I'm not that sad about it. I've said it before, Those first 15 months were an uber mess of confusion, frustration and lack of sleep. I like things now. Even with the tantrums. And yes, it is time for the potty training part.

He will be 2 and a half in about 5 weeks. And considering he can now tell me that he has "poopies", I think that's a sign that he has figured it out more than I have been giving him credit.

I'm not looking forward to it that much, I just know it's the next progressive step. I know that as nice as it will be not to change a diaper, I'm still going to have to make sure that everyone around here has a clean ass. Including Frank the Dog, only it's his paws I have to keep clean because we have no yard at this point.

I will also be attempting to become a Craig's List Buyer. The move from the San Diego house allowed me to pull out of storage all my things that didn't fit that were from the other, other house. Also known as "The Blackhorse House". (Yes, we really do name our houses - I just left "The Rental" aka. "The First House We Bought Together" to move into "The Pain In the Ass House"...charming isn't it?) I knew I didn't have enough to fill up the new house entirely, but I'm beginning to think I was robbed!

We need so much stuff, it's exhausting just thinking about it. And then everyone is always asking me if I am all unpacked. Well, I have no where to place anything! My dresser was somehow damaged along the way out here and I only had one dresser. Basically, it's going to be a fight with my husband (whom I should maybe refer to as the Adult Kid) about spending money.

He's one of those ones who will, can and has lived with empty rooms and walls. He says that all I need to do is hang some things on the walls in each room and it will look fine. And I can't even reason with him how lame that is.

So, then I remembered a friend who bought tons of stuff off Craig's List and I could not believe it. Stuff that looked brand new! But I seem to be that one person who can never find that great 'score'. Plus, that means I'll have to pay cash. And after closing on this house, I'm having a tough time parting with that stuff anymore.

Honestly, for us, there is no better thing ever invented than - No Interest, No Payments for 'X' amount of year(s). I'm disciplined enough to make sure I pay it off in the appropriate time so as to not incur all those interest charges. So it's almost like borrowing money for free. I may have to do a half and half kind of thing.

Well, I'd like to welcome myself and you all back. I'm looking forward to getting into a new schedule, which thanks to the Toddler Kid starts bright and early. But there is enough to be done around here that I don't really mind. I'm also fortunate that I will still be working remotely for the same company in San Diego. So there should never be a spare moment around here!

The humidity this week refused to give my hair a chance

2009-10-15T04:24:00.000-07:00

And I'm not going to do any whining before I introduce your special surprise for today. All I need to say is that 'Shark Tank' wouldn't know what hit them if me and my guest blogger walked in wearing our "Genius" t-shirts! Lucky for me, this person just decided to Ramble my way this week!

Do you know how it feels to beg, plead, bribe, flatter someone so they'll let you take over their blog...for a moment?

That would be me. (Ahem, my name is The Rambler over at My Rambling Thoughts.)

Someone I have been reading for a long bloggy time has requested anyone out there to volunteer to man her blog as she moves her life from San Diego to Texas.

I was like....Uh, uh, pick me, pick me...uh uh (waving hand wildly, but fearing the teacher won't pick me), right here, hello, here (make eye contact dang it)..

Yeah. That was me.

Janah had no choice but to look at me. (evil laughter.. I have won)

So here I am.

What now?

Oh, right....what am I going to write.

Of course me and Janah chatted via email my topic which was a previous old conversation that sealed my undying love and loyalty to her and agreed that we were the most genius people ever born.

Are you ready for it?

We invented something and we can't believe it doesn't exist.

Ready?

A universal remote for all toys that make noise that will shut it off all at once.

I know. I know. Say it.

We.Are. Genius.

Tell me. Have you parents not been in your kids room/living room/your bedroom and it feels like every toy won't shut up. Your tired. You just want your pretty little overworked body to hit the pillow and drool away to lala land. One where servants wait hand and foot on us...(is that only my dreamland?)

But no...it's not how our little universe works. It starts with one toy...reciting the ABC's which alerts some Disney toy that starts barking it's most popular line which somehow makes the doggie walking toy start barking.

Now your half asleep trying to grab blindly for each toy that won't allow you the go card to Sleepland.

BUT if you had the invention of The Rambler and So Not Mom-a-licious...you can grab the remote on your side table and click ONE button....and sleepland never looked so close.

Sigh. I know...how DO we do it.

No, no...YOU'RE. WELCOME.

And THAT people is how we became the most genius people of the parenting world.

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Do come by and visit. We can chat. I can rub off some of my genius upon you...It'll be fun.

P.S....any wealthy benefactor willing to finance us to get started would be so appreciated.

Love doesn't build houses and apparently neither does money

2009-10-13T06:15:00.000-07:00

Yes, I know it seems odd that this whole moving thing is taking forever. Well, have you tried to get a mortgage loan lately? It is absolutely insane!!!

It's at the point where, they are asking for letters from our family members to verify who lives where and for how long. They want to know why my driver's license and paycheck stubs show the house address in California and not another address. I had to write a letter today explaining why I knocked 50 bucks off the rent for my renters (because they had to pick up my dog's poop and mow the lawn themselves!). We were supposed to close escrow September 28th. Then, it was supposed to be October 5th. Then the 9th. And now, it's supposed to be tomorrow...October 14th.

This is a mess. The moving truck is here with no where to go. I was supposed to have the moving blankets back to U-haul last Saturday - apparently giving myself 22 days to rent them, finish escrow and move in was not sufficient. The underwriter seems to think that we are lying about having a brokerage account because every other day we have to print them a statement to verify where our funds are coming from. We even had to go back to March and April and explain why we transferred money from savings to checking. Our own money! THEN, Vito had to ask his work for pay stubs from March thru May so they could verify the deposits against our statements (his company doesn't have direct deposit...in 2009.) They didn't believe they were all his checks because every so often the amount deposited would be 100 dollars less. So it's apparently borderline criminal to have 100 dollars cash in your wallet. Especially if you think that 7 months from now you may want to apply for a home loan. No, I am not joking. We started this whole process March 13th.

I was supposed to start working again today, but my report never came. We thought a week off would be enough to get settled. It seems as if every day around here is April Fool's Day...because the joke is on us. I swear to you that it seems like we are trying to close on a house that costs $2 million dollars!!!

The worst part of all of this? I can't go to SITScation now. Nice huh? I've had this planned for how many months? Bought my ticket, got my room, gave up on Botox. And now, if the loan closes this week, I will be moving over the weekend. Which is also my anniversary. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

If we ever meet and your job is as an Underwriter for a lender, I would highly suggest not telling me. If you are a loan officer or even a file clerk for a lender, I probably wouldn't even mention that.

Plus, I'm having to bounce in between all the in-laws houses. Nico has no schedule what-so-ever, in regards to anything. All he does is whine morning, noon and night. My husband is just permanently pissed about all of this and I think that I am a living zombie because there is no sleeping around here anywhere!

Ahhhh, I'm so excited to have moved. So, that's why there has been little to none of me. There is nothing funny, silly, happy or exciting to talk or write about. I'm just a huge ball of pissed off-ness. And it sucks.

Please feel free to send my sympathy cards and condolence gifts to my new address at:

The Black SUV
CA license plates
The Streets of Austin, TX

Please, no fresh fruit baskets though. My center console only has enough room for half a tray of ice and a 6 pack.

On the Part One.

2009-10-05T08:06:00.000-07:00

So my life-long BFF is driving to the great state of Texas with me. I've known her since I was 12. Since we know, every single thing about each other, here are some of the topics we discussed on Day 1 of our drive:

- dog farts
- new cars
- our outfit for the drive
- Boarder Patrol
- black appliances vs. stainless steel appliances
- dog breath
- bikini wax shapes
- how much distance before your belly hits the top of your thighs
- tummy tucks
- houses with 22 foot ceilings
- houses that burned to ground
- my house with no backyard
- Thelma & Louise and how I have not seen the whole movie
- sneaking a dog into a hotel room
- child smuggling
- food
- gas prices
- food again
- public restrooms
- Brad Pitt
- douchebags (literally and figuratively)
- other people in the car who can not drive
- why does the dog get the entire back and our shit is all crammed up in the middle?!
- cheating
- who farted?!
- flashing truckers
- flashing old people
- adult "toys" and "films"
- and many, many more

But we are on our way out and I still have to get the dog out past the cleaning lady.
See you in Texas!

Like Father, Like Daughter

2009-09-30T10:44:00.000-07:00

Well I don't know how I got out of bed this morning. Oh wait, yes I do...the phone rang. Always, always, always when I get the chance to sleep in... Today the moving truck comes and I'm gonna try and spit shine this place up for the new peeps. I'm tired and sore and stressed to the ends.

But I am thankful for this blog and those who don't mind helping me out. So today Susie, from Black Holes & Macrame has offered to help me out.

I love this post! And you must go read her other stuff. She is a great writer. I'm always so honored when people who write well read what I write. So please make her feel welcome!

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What is it with men and flatulence? We all eat things that make us gassy, I know this, but is it just me or do men pass gas audibly more frequently than women do? And I'm not talking about a discreet little 'pffft' here or barely noticeable 'poot' there, I'm talking sounds akin to a trombone being stomped on by a mad bull elephant. I have accused Darling Husband of intentionally creating bun-flapping farts by pushing the gas out with far more pressure than what is called for. He denies this categorically, but I'm not buying it. He thinks I want him to suffer and not try to get rid of the gas, but that's not what I want at all. What I really want is a man who farts like Ken. You remember Ken, right? The anatomically incorrect on-again, off-again, is-he-or-isn't-he-gay boyfriend of Barbie? Yeah, that guy. He also doesn't eat onion rings. Unlike Darling Husband. I swear to God, I ought to write the Department of Defense and offer them Darling Husband as a secret weapon. All they have to do is feed him an endless supply of onion rings (especially Burger King onion rings) because within a few short hours, that man can produce and expel enough noxious gas to make anyone surrender. Brilliant, no?

But alas, Darling Husband is no Ken doll. Not even close. Which is both bad and good. Bad because he farts. But good because he is most definitely anatomically correct. More than correct (you're welcome, Sweetheart!).

For years now, whenever Darling Husband has felt the need to pass gas, and the resulting thunderous roar from his tailpipe was heard by the students at the local school for the deaf, he has often looked around, spotted our fat feline nearby and declared in an accusing tone, "Cosmo!" (Yes, passing the blame for loud farts is a beloved pastime in our household ... I've been known to blame the cat a time or two, as well.)

It seems Darling Daughter is now getting in on the action. She 'gassed' (as she called it when she was much littler) the other night. And without missing a beat, she said accusingly, "Daddy!"

Yeah, I got a real gas out of that. *snicker*

Thing you want to know, but really don't care about.

2009-09-24T07:18:00.000-07:00

I don't really get in on Tags and Meme's and the likes. But my Cousin-in-law had posted this to her Facebook profile. I only went over to read what she wrote and then I decided that I really had to let a little bit of myself out. So I took the challenge.

There really isn't a name for this Facebook note, so I just made one up. Hope you at least get a snicker out of it!

1.What was the last thing you put in your mouth?
a fricking cracker...yeah.

2.Where was your profile picture taken?
Charlene Giordano's 30th B-day Bash! (This would be my Facebook pic - my Blogger profile pic was taken in Cabo San Lucas...ahhhh, dreamy)

3.Can you play Guitar Hero?
Um, hell yeah...like a rockstar!

4.Name someone who made you laugh today.
duh, that would be Nico.

5.How late did you stay up last night and why?
I think 10:30 because I was tired and had to get up today to move shit!

6.If you could move somewhere else, would you?
Sorry in-laws and mom, but hell no! San Diego is the greatest place on earth!

7. Ever been kissed under fireworks?
I really don't think so. So, no.

8. Which of your friends lives closest to you?
I don't think I have friends. I suppose my Dad.

9. Do you believe ex's can be friends?
Me and my Ex...yes. My husband and his Ex...no.

10. How do you feel about Dr Pepper?
OMGWTF! I love it!

11. When was the last time you cried really hard?
damn it...today. I'm gonna miss SD and my Dad more than I ever realized.

12. Who took your profile picture?
I think her name was Teresa. And she has a hot husband Jason. And they love me. (That was the Facebook pic. My Blogger pic was taken by the couple who was staying next door to us in Cabo)

13. Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Another duh...Nico. When you are born a supermodel it's hards to fight off the mamarazzi.

14. Was yesterday better than today?
Hell yes. Today sucked donkey dick because it hit me that I don't want to move. So I have eyes that look I injected them with salt water.

15. Can you live a day without TV?
well I think I already do. Barney and Sesame Street really isn't my forte.

16. Are you upset about anything?
Again...moving. that's about it. I'd take my small CA house over anything you want to give me anywhere else. Unless it was closer to Illinois, or my sister.

17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?
Dumb question. Ask my son.

18. Are you a bad influence?
hell f*ck yeah! But only when it comes to something good. So does that cancel out then?

19. Night out or night in?
both. you start off in and get all loosey goosey'ed up, then you take your drunk ass out and it's just as fun!

20. What items could you not go without during the day?
chapstick and water. I would suck a camel dry for that shit! The water...that's horrible. That didn't come out right at all.

21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?
My SIL, I suppose if having a baby is visiting someone in the hospital.

22. What does the last text message in your cell phone inbox say?
"Dang k"

23. How do you feel about your life right now?
iffy. So much is changing and I'm not real sure how I feel about things.

24. Do you hate any one?
of course. I wouldn't be the bitch everyone calls me if they thought I didn't. Which really means...do I REALLY hate any one? Or do they think I do.

Honestly....no. Hate is a strong word and a horrible feeling. And I just don't have that much time to put into "hating".

25. If we were to look in your face book in box, what would we find?
basic messages from friends and family about how to meet up and when am i moving.

26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?
duh. that was so 1993. Unless you are testing me for Red Bull and straight sugar. I may have snorted that the other morning. Hey, I needed a wake up call!

27. Has anyone ever called you perfect?
If you count being called a perfect mistake perfect...then yes. otherwise, this can't be a serious question. Who the hell is perfect?!

28. What song is stuck in your head?
I'm Bringing Home a Baby Bumblebee...yeah, B is the letter of the week at daycare. Hawt, I know.

29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m, who do you want it to be?
A dead person, because if they are alive, they will be dead after Frank the Dog gets to them. Oh yes, I will let him out to get you!

30. Do you want to have grandkids before you’re 50?
Hell no! That makes Nico only 15!!! WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!? I'm gonna have my second child at 50, right?

31. Name something you have to do tomorrow.
Watch Nico say good bye to my Dad. gee thanks for that emotinal torture.

32. Do you think too much or too little?
Way too much. I can think a basic breakfast out to the next year! With 15 different scenarios! But I just think that makes me creative.

33. Do you smile a lot?
that's kind of a loaded question. Almost 99% of the time, when I'm with my son I am smiling or laughing. But who wants to smile a lot grocery shopping, or getting gas, or mowing the lawn, or working. Yes my heart smiles a lot (awwwwww.... I know I am fricking sap lately) but my face makes me look like an asshole (remember that special search?)

A great Hostess with some Guest Postess!

2009-09-22T04:22:00.000-07:00

When I started this blog almost a year ago, Shannon was probably one of the first handful of blogs I read. I loved her title, and her description about herself and her profile pic (which has since been changed) showed me something I thought I saw in myself - a funny loving, good time having, all around great girl!

So it is my pleasure to have her do me the favor of writing up a guest post! Stop over to her place too and say hi! Make sure to check out her new house that she just moved into also! She definitely knows where I'm coming from right now. And check out her other YAGBTS posts. They are not worth missing. Thank you Shannon!

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Hey ya'll! I guess Janah is busy packing, unpacking, etc. and didn't feel like she had time to share with the rest of us...whatever...it's not like moving half-way across the country is hard or time-consuming. Bwahahaha! No, seriously, if anybody understands the trials of building and moving into your new place it's me. Been there, done that, keep your f***in' T-shirt cuz I ain't going through that again! So I am happy to guest post for Mrs. Momalicious.
In honor of them heading South, I thought I would share one of my own experiences as a Southerner. While I was born and raised here, I think we all have our YAGBTS moments. As in "Ya'll Ain't Gonna Believe This Sh*t." Read on to see what I mean. And if you happen to be reading from a certain part of Texas, get out your spray paint and make a girl feel welcome!

Just a Girl - Rock of Love

Right now I should be naping, but instead I'm adding more to my blogging plate.

2009-09-16T13:29:00.000-07:00

This is more of a test post to see if I can handle one more blog outlet. A short while ago, I joined the Blog Frog network . It's another way to promote your blog and join communities with your followers and other blogs you read.

Anyway, I keep staring at that widget on my side bar and thinking how I can try and use it. So I went over there and started a "discussion" on my forum. To me discussion just equals a very short blog post that I probably could have done here.

But I also thought that it would be easier to banter back and forth on there. Then everyone can be involved, instead of me just replying via email to each comment. And let's face it, sometimes when I reply to your comments ~~I'm fricking hilarious~~ I have a lot to say. And ~~who wants to miss out on any of that!~~ it can start great conversations.

So hop on over there and participate if you'd like. You should be able to get there through the widget on the sidebar. This is a first for me and I haven't even tested out if it takes you to the forum. Guess we'll find out when I see you over there!

After my nap of course....

I wish I had a Special Announcement...but I don't

2009-09-14T10:57:00.000-07:00

What is up with this once a week posting?! I like to think I'm helping out the blogosphere by giving everyone plenty of time to read each post.

You know how in school you would get a huge homework assignment in Chemistry that was due in 2 days. Then the next day in Statistics they gave you another huge homework assignment, only it was due the next day. So now you have two huge assignments due on the same day, plus one quiz and you have to read 3 chapters to prepare for a test the day after that? And all you keep wondering is how in the hell am I gonna get this all done?!

Yeah, I miss those days when homework was my biggest problem. My point is that I'm trying not to be like 6 teachers all at once by giving you your reading space. I'm letting your eyes relax. Relax your eyes...but don't forget to open them back up and read the rest of this!

Had lots of fun shit talking on Twitter last night during the VMA's. No, I won't re-cap. It's all over the media world. Don't forget if you decide to follow me on Twitter let me know so I can hit ya back. It's no fun when you feel like you are always talking to yourself.

The moving truck will be here the end of this week. That must mean that I am officially moving. I'm nervous about all of that and a whole lot of sad. We really don't want to leave here, but for now it's what we have to do. And thankfully, I will always have a home to come back to if we choose. So that's the bright side I suppose.

I wish I had something funny to write about, but the only thing I can think of is the outfit Perez Hilton wore to the VMA's last night. His blazer looked like the top of a blueberry Pop-Tart. His shorts were a cross between ~~burning vomit~~ pink and coral. And he was sporting a pair of yellow combat boots that would even blind the eyes of the sun. Flame Retardant. That is all I would say to him. And I'd like to think he would get it.

Now, for the end. As to not keep everyone in limbo for a week at a time, I'd like to have some guest bloggers. No, you do not have to link up. I mean a real guest post. I'm going to space them out and sprinkle in my own love between. So if you are interested in sharing blog love between us, then let me know!

Must go attack my "To Do" list, which seems to grow by the hour!

Everything you always wanted to know...

2009-09-07T06:01:00.000-07:00

About me. Or maybe you don't and I just feel like talking about myself a little bit.

I finally booked my room in Vegas for the SITScation Awesome Festival. Because that's what it's gonna be. So that means that it's. on. And now a few things you might want to know about me in case I quiz you at this fab convention. Or maybe I just might quiz you for no particular reason. Maybe one day on Twitter, I will bust out with some security question that confirms you are a real follower and not just someone who is trying to get me to view your neked pics.

Ooooo, this could be like a make up post for my 100th post that kind of came and went like my birthday does every year. (beware of that second post because there should have been a disclaimer when it was published...only the disclaimer came in the next post, but it was more of an explanation or maybe kind of a general apology)

And now for "Everything you maybe wanted to kind of sort of know about me, hopefully."

~I will probably not be getting Botoxed for this upcoming convention. I really wanted to, but I can barely make time to eat, sleep and breath let alone get to the doctor's office for that. Now, if only my hairstylist did Botox...then I would totally be set to go. But she doesn't, so the giant forehead wrinklewill have to be joining us if we take any pictures together.

~I haven't managed to drop any of my extra L-B's for October. So you'll just have to love me juicy! And I'm okay with that so I hope you are too! Me and my belly can get down just the same as the rest.

~I love chips and salsa. This is not an over-exaggeration. I love chips and salsa. I have been know to sneak in a small ramekin even for breakfast. Don't judge...salsa is not fattening at all. As for the tortilla chips...um, so. Substitute it for morning toast. I will eat nothing but chips and salsa for an entire meal. Kind of like I did for dinner tonight.

~I am slightly, less than, borderline obsessed with the movie Tristan and Isolde. I have seen this movie a ton of times. Just the other day I was watching it, and it was the beginning of the movie...I already had goose bumps on my arms and was ready to start crying because I knew how the movie turned out! Maybe it's just James Franco...damn. I would have done anything to be his wench back then and have him lurking around and sulking over me and crying because he couldn't love me publicly since I was the new Queen and all. *sigh* Old century romance is so romantic.

~I must also say that I am not the "romantic" kind. Totally don't fall for it, or go for it, or even expect it. When my husband buys me a few lottery scratchers randomly, well that's romantic enough for me. I don't do sweet and sensitive very well. Not that it wouldn't be appreciated, I guess it's just kind of wasted on me. Now, make me laugh hysterically and I just may be swept off my feet by you!

~I don't really dig sweets. There are a few exceptions to that rule(very few), but in general, when you are passing around the birthday cake and I say 'no', it's really not because I'm trying to watch what I'm eating. I really don't want any. It does nothing for me. And when you force me to take a plate, it really makes me sad that I leave the room and throw it in the trash. A pizza with some candles on it is a much better solution in my mind. Salt, salt, salt...I love salt. I do, however, love to dip super salty french fries into a nice vanilla shake...oh it's so yummy!

I could totally keep going on, but I'll save a little bit of myself and just sprinkle it here and there. Or you could just read some of these posts .

Stop the Presses

2009-09-02T09:03:00.001-07:00

Well since blogs aren't real newspapers, then what would we call the presses?

I knew I should have waited to do a link post because it wasn't what I really wanted to do anyway. So then, I went to go change it so that maybe I could just re-use it at a later date and time but ended up deleting it.

With literally one click. There wasn't even a "Are you really really really sure you want to do this?" option. Oh well.

But this all brings me to something I'm freaking out about a little bit. And I am aware that everything will be perfectly fine.

My husband wants to come home for the weekend. Not this Labor Day weekend. But next weekend. When he visits, he has to leave on Friday's since he can't really miss work. Next Friday is September 11th.

To this day, I still have a difficult time thinking about the tragedy of this day. For our 1 year anniversary, we went to New York. We stayed at the Embassy Suites that is located on the opposite corner of where the WTC was located. When I booked the hotel, I did not know this. We could see the gigantic hole from our room. When we wanted to head out and do something, we had to walk by that site every single time.

You couldn't not think about it. And for me, I couldn't even get my mind to fully grasp that I was standing in a place that the year before I had watched on television.

And while I am forever grateful for the protection this country receives from our military, and those who work at the airport, it's still difficult not to let your mind go there when that day comes around. Personally, I don't think I could bring myself to fly on that day.

Would you be able to do it?

Also, after researching airfares, how are any airlines other than Southwest still in business? 700 bucks for a roundtrip ticket?!

Why does every day feel like Monday?

2009-09-01T05:04:00.000-07:00

Well in case you haven't been able to tell...I've got too much on my plate to add blogging to it. Trying to schedule a move date, work, clean (which seems impossible when you are trying to pack), shower, etc. I have 3 loads of laundry spilling over a large laundry basket. Each of them clean. Sitting there, staring at me, every night I go to bed. Crying out in pain from the wrinkles. Begging to be loved by a hanger. The only action they get, is when I swipe my hand through them, with my eyes closed, to pick out a shirt I hope matches any given pair of pants I can find in that same pile.

Not folding laundry could also just be a result from me hating to do laundry regularly. It is also possible, that there are that many loads waiting for attention even when I have nothing else going. But I am not admitting to anything.

Ahhhh....it's that time. That time when everything comes to a head, gets ready to hit the fan and then all gets finished without a second to spare.

I knew it would be here eventually. It's just that it seemed as those it was taking forever. Then forever quickly passed by me and now, well, I don't have forever. I have about 3 weeks. That's just to get the house completely packed up and living arrangements made for the Kid.

I will still have to stay an extra week, to coordinate the actual move and meet with the renter. Oh, I forgot to add that to the list. Somehow I have to show this place while it looks like a disaster area. Run credit checks, call employers, clean the carpets (or just have it replaced altogether!).

If I click my leopard print stiletto's together three times, will I wake up in Texas, with everything in it's rightful place? Can I at least try? I know, they don't go with this outfit anyway.

Another sappy Mommy Moment brought to you by Me.

2009-08-25T06:54:00.000-07:00

We all know that we all have different parenting styles. For myself and my husband, the one thing that we did "right", was to not co-sleep with our son. However, we have many, many things that we feel we did "wrong". (I swear this list is wayyyyyy longer than the other list. Like 100 to 1.)

My reason for prefacing with that, is because it's not an absolute rule in the household. At least, not for me. There have been a few times when Nico has asked, "Mama's bed?" One of which was last night, one time when he was sick and I'm throwing in the third time just to not exaggerate that it really never happens.

I was totally okay with this. Except he wanted me there with him. So I gave in and laid next to him. Next thing you know, I have this cute, little, snuggle bunny right next to me. That's when the Mommy Moment hit me. Of course, once those hit you, then your flooded with an abundance of other thought and emotions.

This is what I realized in that moment:

-I am so in love with him. But it hasn't always been like this. In the beginning, I was not instantly bonded with this child, who is my son. I still felt a basic need to take care of him. But we struggled. We got over it. Then we struggled some more. I don't know if I have just learned patience, or if I really was disconnected to him. No matter what, I know how I feel now. And I would never change what I went through to get here.

-As much as kids need their routine and a schedule, when he wants to break it for precious moments like that. I will gladly, happily and without much resistance give in to him. The way I look at it, there will be a day when he will shut me out. It's bound to happen. I don't want to look back and wish that I had sat on the porch with him when he asked, or played with his cars on the little train set or not let him cuddle with me when he wanted to. I just don't see how letting those moments happen out of routine are going to make him a behavioral mess when he's older.

-When I completely let go of all the stressful thoughts that consume most of my brain space, and put RH of ATL on pause, and just enjoy time itself with him, I can really get a sense that nothing is more important in my life than being loved and loving my family. Plus, I can just breathe in that sweet baby bath smell and be sooo happy that he got a bath!

I'm sure I may have blogged this before. Who knows...I'm too lazy to go back and re-read anything of mine. And I know that I've been throwing in more posts about my Kid more then usual, but that's what you get when he's the only man in my life right now!

And just to offset the sincerity and seriousness that I have displayed, here is a great little "wrong" moment: I let that same adorable child eat 4 mini-donettes in said bed this morning. Because I went to bed after 12:30am and he woke up before 6am. And I was so, very tired. Now I will have to sleep with crumbs. Lots of crumbs. Because I will probably forget to change the sheets. Aw hell, who am I kidding...the sheets won't get changed because by the time I make it to the bedroom, I just want to go to sleep!

Now, why don't you tell me about about your "rights" or "wrongs".

Would these searches really make for interesting blogs?

2009-08-20T04:38:00.000-07:00

I know a lot of people blog about the keywords that drive traffic to their blog. I haven't been super interested in my keywords for awhile, but for some random reason I was looking at my stats when I broke out in laughter. And for approximately, 40 minutes I was so amused by this one statement:

'Sometimes my personality makes my face look like an asshole.'

I guess it's better then your personality making your asshole look like a face. Which would be...odd. Especially if you could see down that far. and if you could, would it be like looking into your own face? Hmmm...

I can't say that I'm surprised they ended up here. Yes, I do feel like that sometimes. And to whomever searched that, I just have to say thank you for the laugh.

Here's some others that caught my eye:

~Cinnabuns striping video (Close, but my old stage name was actually Pepper Shakers)

~I don't know if I'm the Dad (Well, I'm certainly not the Dad.)

~I think I'm hot (I think I'm hot too.)

~naked lady moped pictures (No, she wasn't naked, just crazy.)

~pimp ass gang names (Not sure about gangs, but I can help you with hood names.)

~I am a good driver (No. No, you're not. I am.)

~how can I tell my mom I snuck out of my friend's house (Very, very carefully)

~boyfriends mom let's him drink (Did you sneak out of your friends house and find that out? tsk. tsk.)

P.S. My boys come home tonight! So, I'm guessing I will be MIA for the rest of the week/weekend. Hope you miss me. I'll still be thinking of you!

It's like having a booger in your nose and no one tells you.

2009-08-18T04:37:00.000-07:00

At least that's how it felt.

Just a quick post about Twitter. I noticed I had a handful of out clicks on my Twitter badge. Well, I tested it out to see where you all were at and realized that it wasn't set up to go to my account.

The problem has been resolved! So please, for more glorious fun with me, click on the badge again. I promise I will be there this time.

I would also love to know if I don't follow you and you would like me to. No one likes talking to themselves. Well, except for me. Unless I'm yelling at myself. Then, I get really pissed that I'm even acknowledging myself. *sigh* Me and Myself have issues when we're together.

And just another little tidbit about me... If you did have a booger in your nose, I would tell you. Ask my co-workers. In a nice way of course. I'd totally ask you if you would want someone to tell you if you had something on, or around, your face. If the answer was "yes", then I would let you know.

This also applies to:

-lipstick on your teeth (especially red, wine or plum. and not including clear lip gloss)

-pepper in your teeth (or anything green, red, yellow or brown)

-bugs in your hair (except maybe bees because then I'm outta there!)

-bugs or any type of animal on your back (I also reserve the right to back my ass up on this one too)

-gum on your pants

-untied shoes (excludes flip flops)

-unzipped zippers (this one is touchy. not literally! Well maybe..ask me after Vegas. It just depends on what kind of undies you wear.)

-someone digging through you purse (unless it's me and I really just wanted some gum)

-mascara "spider legs" on your eyelid (Come on! You know what those are. When you don't let your mascara dry and you get all batty-lashes on yourself in the mirror, only to miss that you have now smeared those lashes on your upper lid making it look like you just learned how to use the stuff!)

-if your fake hair is falling out or off (toupees included!)

There you have it! Best Buds on Twitter and no spinach teeth! What more could you want in a friend?

wait, don't answer that....

This is no Veggie Tales moment

2009-08-17T04:52:00.000-07:00

I swear on everything about cooking...I really do know how to operate in a kitchen. But I am really starting to piss myself off and am about ready to slap myself upside the head.

Not too long ago, some of you may remember that I was trying to start a love affair with an artichoke. All hell broke loose. I am happy to report that you would never be able to tell that I was brutalized by an artichoke.

And said incident did not keep me from stalking all artichokes at the grocery store. Just waiting to pounce on my next victim. What was keeping me from all sorts of vegetable maceration was the prefect dipping sauce to accompany my next perfect artichoke.

I even hit up one of my favorite cooking blogs Cinnamon & Spice to ask avid culinary artist Reeni if she could help me figure something out.

Well, what really happened is I was thinking about asking her and then she hit me up in comments and I thought "Oh the irony!" and begged for her help, to which she also said "Oh the irony!" and she had been wanting to make something with chipotle peppers for that week. And she totally rocks because she came up with a recipe. I felt like she created it just for me! Basically because she said she did do it for me. Aweomse all the way around!

Anyway, all of that brings me to yesterday. When I was prepared and ready to get down to business with my new artichoke and my new recipe. Until this bullshit happened...

Seriously...W. T. F. I started boiling it and forgot about it. How did I forget? Because I'm packing and doing all sorts of other crap! Then I smelled. And I knew it was going to be the end to my artichoke craving for the day. I boiled over half of the water out, ruined the artichoke and the water looks disgusting. And I get to scrub the pot.

Can't a girl just get to eat a damn artichoke around here!!!

Maybe I was a tree in another life.

2009-08-14T04:42:00.000-07:00

I know that I am not the biggest sap out there, but I am a Mother. So with that, comes a new set of hormones.

Pre-child, they barely existed. (And I really do mean barely. They were so scant that some people were nice enough to say things like "Wow, you're going to be fun to be around pregnant." Or "You're going to have kids?!" And those things weren't said in the nice, supportive tone that most people get when their friends and family find out they are pregnant. Just because I wasn't the "kid" lover they all were didn't mean I was going to be the Cruella DaVille of mothers.)

(Which brings me to a small rant that I am going to keep in quotes. Screw all of you who ever said that to me. I loved the fact that I didn't fit the stereotype that you all put on me when I was pregnant and , now, as a mother. It gives me satisfaction that I didn't whine, bitch, moan or complain about all the shit you did. And that as much as you wanted to make my pregnancy as miserable as yours, it didn't happen. So nanny-nanny-boo-boo to you.)

(Sorry, I needed to get that off my chest.)

Back to my point I suppose. These new hormones apparently lived somewhere inside of me because they grow more and more everyday. We'll call them Mom-o-gens. Or Mom-mones. And this week, they are in high gear!

I just got back Wednesday night from Austin. Alone. And I can feel the pit of my stomach in the middle of my throat. I wore sunglasses all of Wednesday. Even to my last design center appointment. Inside, where there was no sun. My eyes look like they have a sunburn. (Oh, house comment = hair comment. I got my hair done today just in time for no one to see it.)

I left the Kid there with Dada. They will be coming back to our San Diego "home" next Thursday. During the day, he will get to spend time with Nana, Papa, Auntie Lili, Maya, Lola, Grandma and Mandy. So there is absolutely no lack of love being spent on him.

But that doesn't matter. Because I'm the Mom. And isn't it MY love that matters the most?! Isn't it? I'm the really, super important one, right? Who's going to cuddle with him every morning when he wakes up? Or dig the boogers out of his nose so he looks presentable in public? Who will give him that extra vitamin that he thinks are fruit snacks because he asks so cutely? Who's going to steal back his cars that he wasn't playing with, but now wants because someone else has them? If not me, who?

Then I get this phone call:

Dada: "Say hi Mama."

Nico: "Hi Mama."

Me: "Hi baby!" (hold'em back, don't do it! do. not. break!)

Dada: "Say I love you Mama."

Nico: "Love ewww."

Me: (OHMYGOD! I can't hold back. It's all over now!)"WAHHHHHH.....love you....WAHHHH...buddyyyyy....BWAHAHAH."

Then I made the mistake of trying to re-group myself and actually have a conversation with my 2 year old.

Me: "sniff, sniff...are you being a good boy for Nana? sniff, sniff"

Nico: "a good boy?"
Me: "WAHHHHHHHHHHHh!!!"

It's going to be a long week.

I knew I was born to be a Rockstar

2009-08-11T04:35:00.000-07:00

Last week, I was watching the Sugarland special on ABC. It kind of hit me that I really don't know what is on the radio much anymore. I've said before that I really do have a love of all types of music.

When I was younger, all I ever wanted to do was sing. I played the cello, the piano, the flute and the vibraphone (kind of like a xylophone). I tried the clarinet, but just couldn't get into it. Well, suck me sideways, who knew I was ~~hot, sexy, smart, witty~~ musically inclined?

There I sat, listening to a country band that I had honestly never heard one song from. That will probably tell you how long it's been since I've flipped through radio stations. They were singing most of their music but threw in some other tunes from other artists.

That's when I realized what it is I want to do with my life. Can you believe it? It has finally hit me!

I'm going to start a cover band. Yep. And I get to pick whatever position I want to play. So I pick being the lead singer. You all can fill in where you want. That's right, I'm going to hold auditions for all of you to join.

Being in my cover band is going to be so fun and super easy! There will be a list of qualifications, but don't worry about not meeting all, or any, of them. I'm totally willing to work on your skills with you.

Qualifications to audition for my totally awesome, booty dropping, hips-a-popping, no lip syncing, hot ass cover band are as follows:

- Let me begin by saying there is no age or gender requirement.

- You must have at least a minimal amount of knowledge about topics ranging from the current Alphabet to Zaboomafoo, with a little understanding of everything in between. Like Imagination Movers, Go Diego Go and Toot & Puddle.

- A background in Roary the Racing Car, along with Thomas the Train is heavily encouraged, but not required.

- Since we will be concentrating on a variety of songs, it would be wise to brush up on all colors, shapes, numbers and animal sounds.

- If you know how to jump, stomp, march, skip, hop, "high-five", roll (preferably in the dirt or sand) then we will probably move you towards the top of the auditions.

- Any additional skills such as playing a tambourine, clapping, shaking rice in a water bottle (or even better, pennies in a water bottle), maintaining a sitting position during circle time, and the ability to wipe your own butt would be greatly appreciated.

Time and place where auditions will be held is TBD. More then likely it will take place after nap time, probably during snack time, on the playground at daycare.

We should probably start thinking of names. Maybe something along the lines of So Not Mom-a-licious and the Tiny Tots. Hmm...The Dirty Diapers and a Not Hot Mama. What about Puzzle Pieces in my Martini (which has the possibility of being my next blog name)? Or maybe The Fingerpaints? We can sleep on it...

Now tell me you don't want to be a Rockstar too!

Linky Love & a Bonus Thought

2009-08-07T04:26:00.000-07:00

Well, it was by far more successful then the very first one I did. I managed to get 17 links. Of those, 1 was mine, 1 was from my friend Patty P - who doesn't have a blog, but god bless her for making my numbers look good, my girl hotpants commented a second time to let us all know that she really can spell and then Mrs. Hornbuckle's link wasn't working (it is now Mandy so don't worry!). So I had only 13, but now it's 14.

I shouldn't say only because that's 10 more then I had before. I was just a little discouraged because that page had 53 visits. I will say that 6 of them were from me. The math on that is 47. And I figured it was a pretty simple link to do. But pimping at easy.

I was excited that people who frequent here, but kind of sit on the sidelines showed for the party.

There were my always faithful regulars.

There were some that have been with me from almost day one.

Some that I hope to meet someday soon.

And some that write so eloquently, that I can't believe they stop by here to read my crap.

Then, there were some new friends, who hopefully stick around.

Some that I have stalked from my first blogging month.

And yet others that I feel will fit in nicely.

All in all, I really couldn't be happier. I like where we are at. This little corner of ours that we all get to mingle in. You guys are there for me when it counts and that always puts a smile on my face and makes me excited to check my email everyday!

But the time has come for me to hang up the linky hat. Mr. Linky can keep my ten dollars for the 10 month membership I still have. He didn't supply me with the right link anyway. I'm just going to leave the linking to everyone else. (Unless, somebody really, really, really begged me.)

I'll just stick to posting and hoping that you all come out of the dark every once in awhile to say what's up!

OH! Also, this is my 100th post. And look, I totally didn't even talk about me and I dedicated this all to you. Because you rock and that's how I roll.

LinkFest 1

2009-08-05T04:00:00.000-07:00

This has the potential to be one of the worst things I have ever done with a video camera. Yes, even more so then that one time....

Please know that there was no make-up invloved in the shooting of this clip. Yes, my hair was half way done because I will not have time to do it in the morning. I was in bed, sort of. And my pupils look like the size of dimes thanks to the lighting crew. So cut me a little slack okay?

There are no real rules to this. You don't have to pick a particular theme, topic or even a post. You can just link to your blog. I'm going to come by and read them all and if al goes well, the next time I will Showcase (TPIR style!) one at the begining of the post and we'll just have a linky fest this week. Every other day permitting.

I do have the right to say screw it to all of this. But that will only be if there is no participation. I can only embarrass myself so many times.

Now link up and make the humiliation of this video worth it!!!

(Dear Mr. Linky, you suck donkey d!ck. Thank you.)

Things to do while on Vacation

2009-08-03T12:15:00.000-07:00

Actually, this is going to be a "Things to do while on Vacation" homework assignment for all of you to do for me. Because I will be the one on vacation. Where vacation actually means just going out of town to get some things done (see below) while I am also working.

So maybe it's not a real vacation. I haven't had one of those in years. But I will be away and probably not tending to my blog how I would like.

That's where you come in.

While I am away, I will be putting up Mr. Linky for everyone who stops by. Your responsibility is to just add yourself to it. In whatever fashion you would like. You can list your name, or your blog name, you can link to a specific post, or to your blog in general.

The only requirement is that you comment on this post to let me know if you will be participating. The last time I did a linky post I had 4 peeps do it and of those, only 3 were legit.

If we have enough comments here with people willing to participate, then I will schedule a post for Wednesday. (If there aren't enough, well then you won't see me until I get back) I leave early in the morning, so that's why it will have to be scheduled. I will make sure to schedule for first thing in the morning.

Now, if we have a successful turnout, then I will go through all the links and pick out one that made my day and then, the next time I post the linky again, I will "Showcase" that link in that days post. Just in case anyone missed reading it. I am gone for a week, so I figured every other day we could do this. (Wed, Fri, Sun, Tues)

It's basically like you will be writing for me while I am away. Guest Bloggers without having to schedule too far in advance.

There you have it! Leave your feedback here!

The Perfect Afternoon Invitation

2009-07-30T04:26:00.000-07:00

Here's how it started:

To: So Not Mom-a-licious
What: A glorious afternoon Nap
When: 12:30pm (Sharp) - 3:00pm (give or take)
Where: A luxurious, pillow-top, king size bed
RSVP: None needed, we already know you're coming and the bed is ready.
Pajama bottoms not mandatory, but highly recommended.

It was the perfect afternoon yesterday. The weather couldn't have been better. Mother Nature sent the best nap time weather, as if she just knew one was needed. It didn't get hot like it was supposed to. The breeze coming in through the windows was still cool and felt so good on my face. It was just enough to let you snuggle in the covers while letting your feet hang out to feel the coolness. The neighborhood was quite. Only one motorcycle and one car the entire time. No barking dogs, no screaming kids, no phones ringing, no neighbors smoking. Even Frank the Dog joined in. Sleep-a-licious.

However, it would have been nice if they had sent Amendment 1 to that invitation, which would have stated:

To: So Not Mom-a-licious
What: A mini, cat nap session for your eyelids only
When: 1:17pm - 1:43pm (this is to include unwind time to get to sleep like state)
Where: In the bed, but Frank the Dog must be allowed to sleep right next to you
RSVP: Required in advance, or Frank the Dog gets the entire. king size. bed. Including pillows.
Pajama bottoms recommended, but cotton maternity leisure gauchos are acceptable.

I will say that I got about 20 minutes in. I guess I shouldn't complain. But then the dog had to lay right on me, and it felt like I was wearing an 85 pound fur coat. My phone was vibrating with text messages. It was obvious that it was getting closer to 2 in the afternoon because the traffic began to pick up and get louder. I started sweating my ass off once the sun came around the corner. The crows...those damn crows. More text messages. A firetruck, that I was secretly praying would go away from my area, and instead came towards. A headache that slowly crept in from lack of rest. So Not Sleep-a-licious.

Oh well, hopefully there will be a next time.

Important Message to all Blogher attendees!

2009-07-27T04:03:00.000-07:00

I'm just going to put it out there like this:

We all know that Blogland was quite and more reserved this weekend without you all around. And I'm sure that it was fun,entertaining and educational. That's wonderful for all of you.

But, I need the goods. The real goods. The good stuff. The juicy stuff. The juicy gossip.

Look, I can't hide it all the time. While I am very good about keeping secrets, there are times when I just love gossip. This is that time.

Your Tweets during the day were not lacking. They were, however, lacking during the evening. You know when all you broads had finally slipped out of the "I'm here to learn something and network" mode and slipped into "I'll show these bitches that I really am a Rockstar" mode. (Friends this may, or may not, possibly happen to me in Vegas in October. It will depend on A)how much I have eaten during the day and B)if my husband is making the drinks or not. Because he always feels "lucky" in Vegas.)

Anyway, we all know the advances of Twitter. You can send a message and a picture all at the same time. So I feel a little stiffed. I mean, there were no pictures to be seen! Now, I can't follow every single person who went to Blogher and I didn't have time to hang on Tweetgrid to follow second by second play back, but I really think that someone could have thrown us a teaser of how the night was going!

There were some who posted a little, but not much. And that was fun. But let me tell you about the posts that I really am not going to want to read about. The ones where you talk about how great the panels were, and the break out sessions and the swag bags. I don't care if you learned how to finally add an HTML code or got lucky with someone who wanted to place an ad on your blog. While those things are all real swell, they are boring.

I know that no one is going to really throw anyone else "under the bus". And believe me when I say, that I appreciate that (because again, October in Vegas may be an instance where I don't want to be called out on the carpet!) However, there has to be some stories. Some 'share-able' stories.

Since not everyone drinks, there has to be somebody out there who can remember all the details very vividly. For instance, who didn't make it to the panels the next morning. Who went out that night, somewhere other then the Sheraton...and did anything goooood happen? Was there anyone who like passed out drunk at dinner? Maybe in a hallway? Without naming names, were there just total divas there? Were there any diva confrontations? Any break-up's, hook-up's or throw-up's? I can keep this list going, believe you me.

So for my sake and the fact that I didn't get to go hang, I want to know what I missed. I need to live through you. But I don't want to know about the convention. Because if I had gone, chances are very good that I would have skipped all classes and been the one writing about myself!

P.S. I wrote this Saturday, but wanted to wait until today to post it because I wanted to give everyone a chance to get home. But I have seen little bits and pieces (or should I say little tweets and posts) about things. So if you know something I don't, add the link in your comment!

Pink Lemonade isn't always that great

2009-07-26T11:30:00.000-07:00

I just saw something that reminded me of this story from a long time ago....

I was staying the night at my boyfriend's house (big mistake). It was during the summer and of course it was hot. Sometimes, during the summer here, it will stay hot at night too.

So there we were, trying to sleep in the heat with the windows open. Right before we had went to bed, "the boyfriend" (just move on from him) made a big, plastic mug of pink lemonade. Yum. I don't often get up during the night to get a drink. But for some reason, this night I woke up and was thirsty. The mug was on my side of the bed so I reached over and took a few sips.

The boyfriend's (let him go girl, he's no good) family was into pulpy juices. Of which I am not much of a fan of. I like no pulp. Makes for less stuff to pick out of your teeth. Although I don't know why you'd have to pick pulp out of your teeth if you are just drinking, but maybe you're not. Maybe you're trying to chew your juice.

After I took my sips of lemonade, I remember thinking "Ugh, enough with the pulp!" (yes lemonade out of those frozen cans does have a little in it) And because it was a little too pulpy for my liking I really didn't drink much. Then I went back to sleep.

Well, wouldn't you know...it wasn't pulp. When I woke up the next morning, I went to take the mug with me and when I looked in (and then around the nightstand) I saw f*cking ants. In the mug. Of lemonade that I drank during the night. That I thought was pulp.

I drank ants. (and the boyfriend dumped me...thank goodness!)

A few "Randoms" all Wrapped up into a Post

2009-07-23T04:07:00.000-07:00

I decided to make a pasta salad this afternoon. I have a new love for Paul Newman's Balsamic Vinaigrette. There I am, cleaning up my mess, putting the extras in containers. I had some leftover olives so I pull out a container and dump 10 whole olives into it. 10. After counting them, I ate one and now there really are only 9. The reason I didn't just eat those 9 and be done with it? I don't know.

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Everyday, I clean the kitchen. And everyday, it is a mess. It's so annoying, but I can't blame anyone because I am the only one in there.

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I want to know who put the damn sandwich sized bags in with the quart sized bags, forcing me to sift through them and put them in their proper box. That would be me. Since I'm the only one ever in the kitchen.

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I would just like to clear something up from my last post. When I said I was checking out my hair, it wasn't because I wanted to make sure it looked good. Because it didn't. That was my 'run-to-get-the-Kid-after-cleaning-all-day-do'. I meant I was checking it out because I can tell when my next hair appointment is by the length of my roots. I'm about half-way in between appointments.

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Can someone tell me at what age a toddler starts to understand the process of reasoning? I'm really getting frustrated with this one-way giving and taking deal.

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I am going to the SITScation thing. As stated before in my drunk post. I am paying my own way and for my own room. I really don't have a problem with that. It's over my anniversary weekend anyway, so I was able to roll it into that. What I need to know is 1)should I be making 'cards' for this conference and 2)I totally want to make a card with a little trinket attached. But it has to be for 100 peeps. What can I do, or should I do, that will be easy, simple, cute and make everyone smile. Oh, and hopefully help them remember me. And of course remember you, because if I use your idea you will totally get props.

I kept thinking of a simple charm. But not everyone is into jewelry. *gasp* I totally just figured it out. But I am afraid to say because I would be sad if someone else yanked my idea. Which has happened to me before. And it really did make me want to cry. Maybe I will elaborate on that little annoyance in another post.

Anyway, I'm such a giver that even though I don't have a major sponsor...hahahahahaahahhaahaha. ha. ha. I'm sorry, even though I have NO sponsor. Ok, wait. Even though my only sponsor is my husband, I still have this need to give something to my girls. Damn, I'm just a giver like that.

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The End.... And basically Blogher has nothing on this. I like that SITScation is limited and intimate. That just makes it easier for me to annoy 99 other people and try to make them like me. Where as at Blogher, I would probably get kicked out of the hotel!

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I realize all of that was random. But that's okay right? Can I get your opinions on all of it? Honest opinions. I mean, if you don't give a shit about my hair, just say it. If you could give a rat's ass about SITScation, then tell me. Look, I already love the fact that you are here. I just want to know if you like being here.

Do you think you would invite me and my husband over for a BBQ? (Think about that one, because chances are you may really regret it once we show up. Although I do always bring a gift for the hostess.) Maybe I don't want to know the answer.

Or, maybe I just want to know what you want to know about me. I'd like to think that I was an open book. I don't often hide anything. Just don't look in the bottom drawer of the bureau. Alright I am done rambling.

Until the next time! Look forward to hearing from you and having you come back!