My Little Life

It's hot and humid and I love it. It is really starting to feel like the end of summer here...which makes me really kind of sad. I hate to see summer end. The responsibility free days, lack of schedule, nice weather...I'm not ready for it to end. I'M NOT READY!!!! I'm gonna lap up every last drop of summer...soak it in, love it up, stick it in my pocket and save it for a cold winter day. But, enough rambling! It's time for the 5 QF sneak peek!! Remember that this post is just your chance to see the questions ahead of time and get your post ready for the linky tomorrow! Bright and early, of course! Rules for Five Question Friday : Copy and paste the following questions to your blog post, answer them (like, totally, duh!), then c'mon back to link up! If you don't have a blog, feel free to leave your answers in the comments of this post or any post along the way! Questions for Friday, July 23rd : (Special thanks to Christy [for inspiration], Kelly , Britta...

I hate to beat a dead horse...but, y'all made me like this. All your talk of bedbugs, after our stay at Disgustingville , has turned me into a bedbug freakazoid. Just ask my entryway...where the luggage was unloaded, and where I determined NOT to let our stuff any farther into our home than there . It's like our weekend threw up in there. Our entryway has become laundry central (even though I'm 99.9% certain there were no bedbugs...you just. never. know.) and I have become creepy crawly. I feel like this psych patient: Now, if only I had some green Listerine...

The Mr. made me angry the other day...so I let him know who was boss. I laid him out flat with my right hook, Followed by a quick jab to the jaw, And he was out for the count. *Snort* Okay, okay...I lied. If you saw me in real life, you'd know I couldn't knock him out, even if I wanted to (which I don't)! I'm kind of a wimp . Story goes, that my man likes to take a post supper nap. However, our home is very loud post supper...so, he goes where he can to catch a few zzzzz's . (And, by few, I mean, like, one. His naps don't last long before I or one of our children finds him and spoils his nap!) I'll tell you something tho...this was the first time I caught him snoozing on the DECK with the swarms of mosquitoes out there. He must've really needed that sneaky little nap. It's too bad I woke him with a great... big... BOO!!!

One day, I opened my email, and found an invitation to participate in a contest. A recipe contest. A potato recipe contest. Potatoes + recipes + contest = HECK YEAH!! Tasteful Selections sent me the most adorable baby potatoes to begin creating a masterpiece with. And, I think you'll like what I came up with! (Even if you don't...vote for me... m'kay ?) I love potatoes . If I wasn't already married...I'd marry 'em. ( Never mind that I've already said that about chocolate, my iPhone, my 50mm lens and Bradley Cooper. Wait...scratch Bradley...I don't love him that much.) I also love basil. If I wasn't already married...oh, never mind . So, I thought..."I must combine potatoes and basil". It was my mantra...for weeks all I could say was "I must combine potatoes and basil"...actually, now that I've said that, I'm surprised I'm still married. What I came up with, I've dubbed, "Smashed Basil Potato Salad"...h...

Hey friends! Who's up for a giveaway? The awesome peeps over at CSN (you know, the place with gobs of online stores...everything from toys to shoes to garden stuff to the bathroom sink ! Er...wait. That's kitchen sink, isn't it?) have offered up a nice little somethin' somethin' for you! Yes, YOU! Just head on over here, to my review/giveaway blog to find out what you can win! (You'll like...I promise!)

Remember that song? The Sesame Street (or was it Electric Avenue? Mr. Rogers, perhaps? I can't remember...) song that went something like this: "One of these things is not like the other...one of these things just doesn't belong..." Well...let's play that game, ' kay ? This: Is what I watch when we go to the Pal's baseball games. Catching. It's what he does. Something happened last night (aside from us getting creamed). Something that made my bowels churn and my heart race. You see if you can tell what happened. What I'm used to: What I saw (er...where's the helmet?): What I'm used to: What I saw (ah...chest protector, where are you?): Used to: Saw (oh where, oh where have his knee savers gone...): We won't talk about the two home runs he gave up. Or about how I pooped my pants when I saw him up on that mound. I prefer to keep those kinds of things to myself.

A glimpse at the "real" Baby Girl, (spunky lil thing...)