Wednesday, October 28, 2009

WWW Wednesday 10.28.09

I came across a real gem today. The ultimate website for a smart arse like me.

Do you know how many times in my entire life, or at least in the last 13-almost-14 years since Google's been available, I've wanted to tell someone, "Your Google is as good as mine!"? Now I can, in an equally condescending, yet more passive-agressive tone:

Let Me Google That For You

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Happy Birthday, Piper!

My precious little love, my ray of sunshine, my pretty princess turned 3 today!


Happy 3rd birthday, baby! I love you!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Recognizing Weirdness

Today as I was driving the boys home from school, Micah, in a moment of introspection, asked, "Mommy, do you know what's weird about me?"

I had an answer on the tip of my tongue, but in an unusual moment of self-control, I simply asked, "What?"

Micah: "Well, sometimes I say I don't like to eat something but I really do. Like graham crackers. I say I don't like them, but I really do a little bit."

Me: "Why do you say you don't like something if you really do?"

Micah: "I don't know. That's the weird part."

Me: "That's not weird. There has to be a reason why you say you that."

Micah: "I wish I'd never gotten into this.

I know the feeling, buddy. I really do.

Monday, October 12, 2009

I'm such a great blogger that I forgot to title my post before I hit publish. Seriously.

I know it seems like I've abandoned my blog lately. Probably because I have. I just haven't felt much like blogging, I suppose. I'm actually pretty content to just read the blogs of other people who can do things like "employ sound writing techniques" and "find their blog's niche."

But today I discovered, quite by accident, how to add that cute little signature to the bottom of each of my blog entries. Maybe now I'll have a new reason to live blog.

For fun, I created this:

Because it looks exactly how I sign my name each day with my calligraphy pen.

And by calligraphy pen, I mean whatever writing utensil I can locate in my exact moment of need, including, but not limited to map pencils and crayons. Yes, I have stooped that low. But only because I have children who occasionally render my soundness of mind nonexistent.

And does anyone call them map pencils anymore? Or is "colored pencils" more politically correct and inclusive?

In other news, I have no idea how to conclude this blog post, so I'm just going to hope my cute new signature distracts "all" my "readers" by disguising my complete lack of writing ability.

Kind of like how fancy talking and a little charisma can win you the Nobel Peace Prize.

Yes, I went there.

See, here it is:

And one more time:

Bye now!