One day in the bath, while Mr. Flinger bathed LB and I bathed Baby O (the “usual” night time routine), he told LB to get up, stand up. I started singing, “Get up, Stand up! Stand up for your rights!” We all sang this song, or rather, this one verse, until bedtime and again the next night feeling so smug with ourselves.
About a week later LB starts singing it on her own. “Get up stand up! Stand up for your lefts.”
At least she knows her opposites.Read more
I came to the coffee shop to get some work done here and here and here. I got comfy with my decaf, sugar free, fat free milk creamer Americano (per this.) and replied to a couple of emails. I opened a new browser tab (thank god for this) and typed in “T-W-I-T…” thinking my browser would bring me to twitter from the history list.
It didn’t. I ended up
Well, whaddy’a know? I missed Day four. Day. Fucking Four, people. And by F’ing four I mean Frogs. (Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself, hang on.)
So, it turns out I chose naked time over posting. I chose a date and a clean house and grocery shopping over posting here yesterday. I picked out the Mexican Restaurant, The Movie, and The Place To Do It, but I did not pick out a topic to write about here. So I won’t be winning any stunning prizes this month. But... Read more
I have this hobby. It’s a little more than a hobby, in fact, I teach it. I make a living doing it.
I just wish I did it better.
I’m re-vamping a few bugs in this design here. (And by Bugs, I mean my fear and loathing of Internet Explorer.) I’m also working on a few other teeny tiny projects that I’ll be able to share with you again. In the mean time, here’s where this here website stands.
Ok, sorry, that was the short short version. Now? For the long(ish) version.
I’ve been keeping my fitness posts
This weekend, Michelle and I will take part in the Pineapple Classic on behalf of Mamaspod. We’ll be podcasting live from the start and finish of the race. This race is to help blood cancers like Leukemia and Lymphoma. If you’d like to make a donation, please click the DONATE button below.
We did the whole “head out and get candy from strangers, but kids, never do this again unless I tell you it’s ok and I will always eat your candy to be sure it’s ok” holiday. LB wasn’t too sure about things at first until she found out she got suckers.
Baby O was a pea in the pod (all together now? Ahhhhh.)