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Every morning, when I walk in to free my little twinkies from their baby prison, I open the door and put on an expression like I am absolutely shocked to see them there.
“My men!” I exclaim. “My men are here! I am so glad to see my man-boys!”
I gasp. I swoon. I tell them I am so lucky to have such manly men in my life.
They. Eat. It. Up!
I’m telling ya. You’ve never seen such excitement. There’s booty scooting, there’s clapping, there’s foot-stomping, and of course, smiles and giggles.
What can I say? I’m kind of a big deal.
This morning was like every other morning. I walked in, Read more on Finding words in his drool: Crazy or Observant?…
I have decided that I was born into the wrong family.
Don’t get me wrong, my family is great and all. They’re smart, creative, supportive, encouraging, and they’re darn cute, too.
But they don’t come with acreage.
Yesterday morning, I received a text from our friends asking if we wanted to meet them at their family’s river-side property for some fun in the shallow and slow-moving river. Perfect for the hotter than h-e-double-hockey-sticks day that it was predicted to be.
“We have an eighty acre farm,” David had said in his text.
Surely, that had been a typo. Eighty acres? Come on. Maybe eight.
I quickly learned that it wasn’t a typo in the least.
Read more on Photoblog: Summa Summa Summatime…
Mary plopped down beside us in the bar, a blue Santa hat on her head.
It was the beginning of August, but I didn’t ask questions. We were in New York at the BlogHer10 conference and I had seen far stranger things by that point in the trip.
Tracy asked how Mary was doing. She smiled and lifted a single orange high heel shoe from her bag, placing it on the table amidst our drinks.
“I lost my other stripper shoe,” she said, gesturing toward the heel.
Immediately, I pulled out my phone, took a picture of the sexy heel, and Tweeted: Read more on Lone Stripper Shoe-Napping: A Tale…
My brain is too full and overwhelmed to think up some awesomely creative and quirky way to start this blog, so I’m going with this sentence and callin’ it good.
Tuesday morning, at the buttcrack of dawn, I leave for New York City.
I have so much to prepare before hand, hence the full-brain issue. Read more on Swag = Awesome…
Most guys are complete wusses when they’re sick.
(HA! I just wrote “pregnant” instead of sick. That was funny. Anyway…)
Most guys, when sick, roll around in agony, whine in misery, certain that they are writhing on death’s doorstep.
Not Clint.
This man has the immune system of an elephant.
(This is, of course, assuming elephants have excellent immune systems. I, for one, have never seen a sick elephant, so I’m going with that analogy.)
And the suck-it-up-ness of something equally tough.
(Sorry, I’m out of animal analogies. My brain is still stuck on sick elephants.) Read more on PhotoBlog: Impromptu…
I have to be completely honest with you: This blog post makes me want to cry. In fact, as I uploaded the pictures for this post and looked back at that face Lily gave me… it choked me up.
I did a very bad thing yesterday; something I try not to do. Something that makes me feel like a very bad mama on the rare occasion that I do it…
Read more on PhotoBlog: Ahhh!…
Today’s PhotoBlog comes courtesy of my brother-in-law who is currently on a business trip to Australia. He snapped this shot with his phone and put it on Facebook with the caption: “This sign tells it like it is.”
Read more on PhotoBlog: Tell it like it is….
I come from an insanely creative family. It’s a little disgusting, actually. My grandma is an incredibly talented painter. My mom and her sisters do all kinds of sewing, knitting, and quilting projects that look like something you’d buy for hundreds of dollars at a boutique. My cousins and I dabble more in the photography, film, writing, and graphic design realm. My grandpa, when he plays Pictionary, will draw the image from your point of view instead of his own.
Read more on PhotoBlog: Look, Ma!…
My deepest apologies for my lack of posting and overall funniness this week. It has been an awful, emotional one. Before I get into the photoblog, let me give you a quick run-down:
Read more on Photoblog: Cry Me A River…
And now, it’s time for… maul that twin! Our contestants today are: Wyatt and Zander. Welcome boys, how are you feeling about today’s competition?
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Hm. They seem a bit indifferent. Perhaps they’re mentally preparing for today’s match.
My apologies, in advance, to Pastor Ken and Pastor Chad, who follow my blog. I hope you can forgive me… (and maybe get a little chuckle out of this too!)
I admit, sometimes I don’t pay as much attention at church as I should. It’s tough when suddenly I have no children to entertain, feed, burp, and change because my mind starts going a bazillion directions. Sometimes it’s too much to try and focus!
Read more on PhotoBlog: Sometimes I don’t pay attention at church……
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