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January 2010

You Can Haz "Flawz!"

Caitlin-crosby

See that really pretty girl, up there?  Well, her name is Caitlin Crosby and she is a singer-songwriter in her twenties. 

Yeah, I don't remember what it was like...either.

However, raising 1 tween and 2 teenage girls (no, I haven't forgotten about the boy) who fight with image issues, as early as the 2nd grade (yeah, I know!) aaaand then...every...blessed...day...for the rest of their lives...well, it IS slowly (and painfully) coming back to me.

"Oh great, another pop tart!"

Being a mom (or dad) is hard (understatement of the year) but, IMO, parenting teens and tweens, at an age when female performers are advertising "sexy" as the new "sixteen," or "sexteen," if you will, well, my life IS downright rock-like.

Then again, us parenting-types haz flawz...too...aaaand, I'm not just talking about sagging breasts, or laugh lines, that continue running down, right to my butt, either!

[allows time for a mental etch-a-sketch]

Caitlin created a home-made and moving video highlighting all people from all walks of life embracing (and loving) who they are.

So, while I try to convince a couple of appliance delivery dudes that, "YES, you got the right house," and "I'LL MAKE IT FIT, DAMMIT!" please feel to grab a beverage and take a moment to watch (and listen to) FLAWZ:

Color me optimistic (or a little naive, even) but, I really like the message in Caitlin's new video (not to mention, her bangin' voice) and, well, maybe, juuuuust maybe, there IS hope for us parenting-types, too!

FLAWZ and all!

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Yes, I Lie Like a Rug, My Name SHOULD Be Matt!

Been working A LOT of hours, lately (SHOULD be feeling blessed, I know) younger kids are feeling ornery (no, I don't blame them) older kids been picking up the slack (thanks, you guys) and, well, let's just say I've pretty much blown any chance (as if, I were even close to being, you know, in the running) of winning "Mother of the Year," after both my 8 and 10 year-olds announced:

"Things are just not the same, since you went back to work!"

[shot to the heart]

You know when I said that it's a mother's right to decide what works best for her family?  Well, I lied!  Like a rug!  It is so not THAT easy.

"Can't we just go back to the way it used to be?"

[salt to the wound]

So, for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of a blast from my blogging past, I present to you Dancing Matt 2008!

[Note: Includes really awesome music and feel free to go and grab a beverage -- it is SO worth watching all the way through -- oh, and I triple dog-dare you NOT to smile!]

Thanks for the dance, Buzz and (if you find yourself all, like, "Who the hell are you?") you just can call me, Matt!

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11 Things I Learned, Raising a ManChild


Happy 11th Birthday to my ManChild and...NO!...I did NOT let your sisters color their hair...until they were in middle school, anyways and...YES!...I am well aware of the fact that you are now in the 5th grade!

[checks calendar]

So, you know, you can always try me again, next year.

P.S. I love you!

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You Must Be Tired, Because You've Been Running Through My Mind, ALL DAY!

Glen and 1st snow '09

Glen in his best Aberzombie, Jr. pose.

I've carpooled with Carpooling Mom for several years, now -- which, by having 4 kids, in 4 different schools and having said that, means I really can't tell you exactly how long, since, you know, I don't remember -- this year, I am in charge of the morning/afternoon run(s) to my 10-year-old son's school.

"Do I really have to sit with ALL those boys?"

Which means that my youngest daughter (she's 8) suffers through at least 10 minutes of fart jokes and, well, whatever 9 and 10-year-old boys, you know, talk about.

[sound of crickets chirping]

Okay, so, just in case you do NOT know what 9 and 10-year-old boys talk about (yes, I see YOU, over there, hunching down in the back, surrounded by headless dolls and terribly pink lip gloss) let me tell you what they talked about, this week.

Picking-up girls!

Yes, all 3 of the boys were comparing their best pick-up lines:

1.  You must be a library book, because I'm checking YOU out!

2.  I must be a paperclip, because I'm attracted to you LIKE A MAGNET!

3.  I must be dead, because you look like an angel!

The first one is my favorite and I know what you're thinking (maybe) so, like, which one did my son come up with?

[drum roll]

"I don't have one!"

Perhaps it's because he's got sisters.  I doubt it.  Since, one of the boys has got 3 sisters, too.

"Wait, wait, I've got one!!!!"

[see title of post]

"Holly says that will just get you slapped!"

He's turning 11, tomorrow (the oldest kid on the carpool) so, between his sisters (and me) I'm hoping, you know, he can at least begin to set some sort of precedence, for other fledgling teenage boys in the neighborhood.

"Yeah, well, maybe that's why she does NOT have a boyfriend!"

Somehow, I doubt it though.

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Wordless Wednesday: 365 Days - Tired Mom, Walking

Tired Mom, Walking

Welcome to my world...where EVERYDAY, is laundry day!

Another snapshot courtesy of my 365 Days microblog project -- where I'm taking a self-imposed timeout, every day, to post wordless (you're welcome!)

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Bloggers Unite for Haiti

Bloggers unite for haiti

In response to the 7.0 magnitude earthquake that rocked Haiti a week ago (today) BloggersUnite for Haiti is asking bloggers (like me) from around the world to share information about this disaster and how people around the world (like us) can provide aid to ongoing relief efforts.

Why?

Last Tuesday's earthquake has reduced large parts of the the country's capitol, Port Au Prince, to rubble and devastated their already poor infrastructure making the task of delivering aid extremely difficult.

Official estimates from the region say that approximately 3 million people have been affected by this disaster and that somewhere between 45,00 to 50,000 people are may have died as a result of the earthquake.

How can we help?

Support Doctors Without Borders in Haiti

For example, websites and blogs can use this button to let others know how to support Doctors Without Borders work in Haiti and 60 other countries around the world.  Here's the code:

<a href="https://donate.doctorswithoutborders.org/SSLPage.aspx?pid=197&hbc=1&source=ADQ1001E1D01"><img  src="http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/images/donate/button-emergency-relief-160.png" alt="Support Doctors Without Borders in Haiti" border="none" height="200" width="160" /></a>

Or, share this list of organizations helping with Haiti Relief:

Okay, why SHOULD we help, really?

Because, nice matters (no matter, how small the gesture) but, indifference to human tragedy (no matter, what part of the planet we live on) sucks wet poodle!

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Movers, Shakers and (sometimes inadvertent) Garbage Pickers

Tweeting Molly

I'm an impulsive mover.  I move things.  From here, to there, or maybe it will look better in THAT corner.

If I had a dollar, for every time my husband, Garth [not his real name] came home to find the house looking a little, you know, different?  Hmph.  Well, the poor guy could use a pair of industrial strength shin guards!

"YOUCH, when DID THIS get in here!?!?"

I'd be doing dishes (yes, dishwasher is STILL broken) and I'll be staring out the kitchen window, when, all of a sudden, it would hit me.

"Maybe the kitchen table would look better in the dining room?"

It's a sickness, I know.

"We'll be there, tomorrow, between 12 and 3."

There is ALWAYS Laundry!

So, I, once again, ignored the growing pile of clean laundry (don't try this at home, I AM A PROFESSIONAL!) and continued to deny the fact that the holidays have been over for, like the last two weeks (it's gonna be a Valentine's tree) and started, you know, moving stuff.

Desk looks like a television hutch!
From here, to there, etc... (desk looks like a television hutch, because, you know, it was) to make room for a new couch!

[heart's all a flutter]

I've been saving up for this baby (yes, with MY own money) and FINALLY bought one (yes, with REAL money) with the intention of cozey-ing-up our game-slash-laundry-slash-media-slash-mom's hideout-slash-playroom.

"I'll MAKE IT fit!"

Did I mention, the room is cozy, or that the doorway, to get in, is even, you know, a cozier fit?

Doorway to Cozy

"It ain't gonna fit through that door, lady."

Der.  I know.  That's why I spent the rest of the morning, cleaning up after the dawg (two whole hanging baskets full of Doofus-dung, thank goodness it was frozen, you're welcome!) so that the delivery dudes could bring Molly (we name our cars, too)  through the back door.

"Mierda!"

Now, I don't remember much of my high school Spanish (brain cells are at a premium, these days) how-evuh, I do speak several languages...of POOP!

Miss Molly

Long story, short (you're welcome) Miss Molly fit right in and it's as if I designed the room around her, right?

Cozy is as cozy does!

Riiiiight.  Color my decorating style as, "sheer dumb luck," whatever, sometimes, change is good -- I am THRILLED with the end result and, well, guess where I'm spending the rest of MY morning?

Go ahead, I'll wait.

Garbage picking Doofus Dawg! 

Aaaaaand, YES, I am totally ignoring the fact that I forgot to lock the cabinet and Doofus-Dawg got into the garbage, AGAIN!!!

[heavy sigh]

Some things NEVER change, stupid dawg!

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