My Little Life

Woo hoo !!! Are you happy it's almost Friday???!!! I'm not. HA! Gotcha!! I am soooooo excited that it's almost the weekend...' cept my hubby's a workin ' fool lately and I'm kinda hopin ' for rain, so he gets to stay home. Don't hate me. We need the rain anyway. Well then, before you get out your pitchforks and torches, let's get to the questions!! Reminder, this is the preview...the MckLinky (no longer the officially name...but it'll always be " MckLinky " to me!) will be up tomorrow! The rules...copy and paste the following questions to your blog post, answer them, then c'mon back to link up! The blog hop code is there for you to grab if you'd like it! I would really (honestly) appreciate it if you'd link back to me, Mama M .!! If you don't have a blog, but would like to answer the questions...feel free to answer in the comments here, or on any blog along the way! Questions for Friday, April 23rd: (Special tha...

Last night, when I got to work, I got a little "talking to". A nice talking to, but a talking to, nonetheless. Apparently my absentee rate is at 5% for the year. I was floored. Shocked. Dumbfounded. I try really, really hard to not call in sick to work...and if I have to, I usually just call in sick for the first four hours of my shift, at which time Mr. Wonderful is home and can take over. My children are my passion. My life. My priority. So, when they are sick, I've never felt guilty about calling in sick, because they are what I live for. Not work. I was told (nicely, I must add), that they make us aware of this rate so that we can make changes. Um...but...I already thought I did make changes. I rarely would ever call in sick with ill children for a full shift. I worked it out with my husband, we did the tag team thing. Not one of my "absences" was for me. Not one. This makes me feel horrible...to have to decide between my ill child and my absenteeism. Becau...

I'm gonna join in Arizona Mamma's, "You Know You're a Mom When...sDAZE" with this post! You know you're a mom when you're willing sacrifice any pride, for a fun photobooth session with your boy!! You all saw the licking photo yesterday , right?! I had to claim my boy, you know!! ;) But, there's a bit of a story behind that photo. It begins with goofiness... And ends with a big ol' Scooby Doo lick!!

I have some fun, exciting news! (Nope, not pregnant...I always feel the need to clarify that.) Crayon Wrangler , Kate , and myself are starting a new adventure! We have decided to band together to form a brand spankin' new Blog Frog Community..." The Fencepost "! What ? You say? *Groan*... another community ?! YES! Because, while there are already some fabulous communities out there, we wanted a community for women. With kindness, support, and zero tolerance for disrespect. A "grown-up" site, where women can ask questions of any kind and receive kind, respectful answers. Our mission and vision with "The Fencepost" stems from waaaaayyyyy back in the day, when women would gather at their fenceposts to shoot the breeze, gossip, and give one another support. Perhaps you "ride the fence" on where to "belong" in all of the forums out there...well, let me tell you, you will feel right at home at "The Fencepost"! So, c'mon ove...

I come from a family of a bunch of weirdos. I include myself, as one of those "weirdos". We do weird things like eat peanut butter and pickles (yes, together), play no holds barred games of football (for prizes like framed photos of G-Dub), and lick things (to mark our territory). No lie. We lick. It's how I claimed the Mr. as mine. Went right up to him, in that smoky bar, and licked him right across the face. Okay, that's a lie. He licked me first. It's how we roll around here. Want a cupcake? You lick it. Have your eye on that last S tarburst ? Lick it. We don't do any of that "Jack, jack, seat back" crap around here. Nope...when we get up from a coveted spot, we just lick it before we leave. Dogs may pee to mark their territory, but we lick. You should see us shop for cars. But anyway...leaving my parents house the other night, Hambone (formerly known as "Little A.") nabbed a pop (aka "soda", to those of you that don't kno...

Just wanted to let you all know, that I FINALLY got rid of Intense Debate! I'm back to the old Blogger system, for now...but, I hope this is better for you all!! (Grrrrr...still having issues...seems if you come in on a link, there is no commenting option...click the HOME button to reload the page for now, that seems to work. Sorry...) ------------------------------------------------------- I don't get out much. And, after our recent "dinner date", I think I've caught on to why that is. I'm quite certain my husband is afraid of my "public" self. First, there was the whole, "How did you know that????" comment that I'll never live down...(read my post about 80,000 kernels of corn to find the story behind that comment)...then, Saturday night, same group of people...same makin' a fool of myself. We were late...as per the "Mr. and Mrs. Wonderful" standard...which resulted in the entire party having to rearrange their seats s...

Last night's date proved to be...well... interesting . It deserves a post all of it's own...but let's just say it involved "boot's", deaf ears, and a bad case of the giggles. To say I made (yet another) impression is an understatement! Gosh...sometimes, I embarrass even myself. (Well, okay...I wasn't that bad!! At least I don't think...) But, onto our Date of the Week!! This week's Date is: Since we moved hundreds of miles away from EVERYONE I needed somewhere to turn to make up for lost time and gossip with my gals, "My Happy Hour" was born in January of 2010. I'm still learning how to properly care for my new baby (blog) but it's always screaming to be feed by new followers and never lets me sleep! "My Happy hour" is what I won't talk to my husband about, so watch out! Head on over to pay Brandy a visit, she has the most adorable "baby bump" video! And, tell her Mama sent you! And now...I'm off to ...