2008 March 08 — slackermama . com

I wish I could tell you all these pictures came from today… but they didn’t. Some were from Wednesday. One was from Friday. The last two are from today. So yeah. Anyhow. It was a LONG day, ya’ll. The boys had a GREAT time at Monster Jam last night (yes, they did end up going after all) and arranged to meet some of our friends at a Home Show here in town this morning. Which we did. And, wouldn’t you know it, it involved walking for about 20 miles. First, we had to walk from the car to the convention center because we’re far too cheap to pay the exorbitant price the convention center pays for parking. Then, this was like the biggest show in all of history because it involved boats and RVs too and HOLY GOD it never ended. A couple hours later we just had to leave, even before we’d seen everything because I was afraid I was going to collapse right there on the spot. I held out as long as I could (probably not my best move) as I wanted to see as much of everything as we could, but it soon became apparent that if I wasn’t careful I was going to end up having that baby RIGHT THERE next to the paver stones, marble countertops and hardwood flooring samples. You know, then we had to walk the 10 miles back to the van. I swear to you, I almost didn’t make it. I was walking with the pace of a snail before we got there because I quite simply COULD NOT go any faster.

So now I am at home, in my chair with a heating pad on my screaming back. And trying to ignore the way the Braxton Hicks are trying to cut off my air supply all together.

^{What do you know? He CAN look sweet and cute and not at all monster-ish!}

^{Taken after Pup’s surgery this week. She could barely keep her eyes open, the poor thing.}

^{Still, she’s cute, isn’t she? Doing better, but still rather peeked.}

^{Sometimes, I put the table in front of the TV to discourage him from turning it off (yes, even with the shield there). Doesn’t really work, does it?}

^{For the most part, Liam has been a cranky monster the last couple days. Nothing is making him happy.}

^{I suspect more teeth. Which may mean another ear infection. LOVELY.}

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It’s another Saturday. At least I’m not up in the middle of the night, hunkering down against the wind. No, instead this time we’re up early with a crabby child. I don’t know what Liam’s deal has been this week. But I’m sure hoping it’s temporary. Maybe he’s teething (please oh please oh please)? At any rate, I’ve got some great posts to share with you, it was a pretty good week. And I always worry that I’m only getting a fraction of the really good posts out there. If you think I’m missing some great posts too, drop me a line and let me know! I love having new blogs to read. Sure, it takes about a bazillion years to read them all but someone’s gotta do it! Heh.

And the results are … from moxygen. Oh my stars! She’s having THREE more girls! That is a heck of a lot of pink, wouldn’t you agree? I still am trying to wrap my mind around three babies at once, much less all of them being girls. Congratulations to your family!
Fanny and Fifteen. from Joy Unexpected. Wow, I’ve got TWO from the delectable Y this week! First off is about an aggravating PTA mom. We all know about aggravating PTA mom types, don’t we? I had a hard time NOT just leaping out of my chair and cheering for Y when she told her off. No apology was necessary! The second post is about her first son turning fifteen and that frankly just freaks me out because I know “my day” is coming. I’m already freaked enough that mine is eight. So I definitely feel for her on this one.
French Lick Sounds Kinda Dirty from Playgroups are No Place For Children. I agree on two counts here: a) French Lick DOES sound dirty and b) I had no idea that the town even existed, let alone was the birthplace of Larry Bird. I guess you learn something new every day? At any rate, you should NOT feel bad, Jennifer, those basketball-crazy Hoosiers are so single-minded!
welcome to the world Ollie! from Hollow Squirrel. I can’t believe she’s had him already! Congrats to the Squirrel family! And he is absolutely GORGEOUS as all photos since this post have indicated.
Struggle from loraleeslooneytunes.com. This post prompted me to blog about a similar topic this week. We’re both sorta members of the same sucky club here, and I can definitely feel where she’s coming from here. I wish there was an answer, something to make it better. There just… isn’t. And that’s what sucks. Big *hugs* for Loralee.
The Crazy Chronicles, Part 2: Flora Is Bi-Polar from Boobs, Injuries and Dr. Pepper. I feel like I had my heart in my throat the entire time I read this. I felt agonized for her. And, may I say, I think she’s incredibly brave to post about this experience of hers. I cannot even imagine what it must have been like in that position, so I am grateful that she offered a peek through the window to all of us.
Poop keeps on landing on my lawn from better now. GAH. This sort of thing would drive me absolutely nuts. Why can’t people just live next door to one another without being total nimrods to one another? If I were Kristin, this lady might be waking up to a bag of crap on her doorstep one morning with a note that says “not ours”. But then, I can be a jerk that way.
An Open Letter to Myself from Fluent Brittish. I swear to you, I could have written this whole letter to myself, word for word (and maybe some extra words about some other rooms that could use some attention). What I need to do is pull out this post when I’m feeling up to the activity (certainly NOT today) and let is spur me on towards making a dent in the disaster. Or maybe I could even write my own post. Good thinking.
Farewell, Rockstar Mommy from Surrender, Dorothy. I agree, 100%, on all counts. I’m sad to see her go, but at the same time, can’t understand just leaving the Blogosphere. I’m quite happy where I am, I feel I still have a decent balance as far as my family is concerned. Leaving blogging behind just seems on par with cutting off my own arm at this point.
Open Letter to Victoria’s Secret from Suburban Oblivion. AMEN, sister. When I was in college, I shopped pretty much exclusively at Victoria’s Secret for lingerie. Now, post-children, all I can do is peek in the windows as I pass in the mall. I totally agree, VS needs to modernize and start including more women in their product lineup if they want to really rake in the dollars.
And You Thought Your Child Was Hard to Handle? from Suburban Turmoil. GAH. Just… GAH!! I haven’t had this particular phenomena happen to me yet (THANK GOD), but I have a feeling it might yet be in my future. I think I might just be as liable to freak out as anyone, sadly, and this event would probably cause me to use about three cans of Lysol and a gallon of bleach just to try to wash it away.

And there we have it. It’s only taken me about an hour to type all these up. That’s how much my ass is dragging this morning. I think I need to start a coffee IV.

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