Not-So Wordless
I am the mother of a 3yo and a 4yo. Please, Dear Oprah, help me.

I may be a lot of things, but lazy is at the top of my characteristics.

Evidence:
“I put the brownie crumb/unknown stain in lazy”

Full disclosure - I put this shirt on this morning, noticed the ‘unknown stain,’ and left the shirt on. I think it adds to the definition.

I was even too lazy to turn on the lights when I took this picture.

What kind of person, nay EIGHT PEOPLE, searches for this? I’m not even going to type it because of the creepos who Google that term will find me again.

Granted, I am the one who titled my post “Who Takes a Baby to a Porno?”

I do want to know how I was discovered with the search term “women hairy ass.” I’m pretty sure I haven’t posted about my wiley ass hairs. That’s for another day.

I’m really good at not following through with things. Except for saying I want brownies, then eating said brownies. So these damn New Year’s resolutions I keep reading are making me think I need to write my own resolutions for this fancy new year. And it better be fancy.

Except I want to actually follow through with these promises. In order to keep my resolutions, I’ll need to make them easy to live up to. That way, if by some change in the course of my lazy nature I do more than expected, I’m double awesome.

Thanks to the resolutions post Suburban Correspondent did the other day, I’ll just copy off of her idea.

0. Make Mr Sir smile at least once a day. THAT I will NOT fail at. *swoon* barf

1. Leave my DVR show List at or above 45% capacity with 41 Season Passes.

2. Pay my cell phone bill on time. Should be easy with auto-pay.

3. Keep 40% of my Twits at a level of snark that keep people guessing whether or not I actually mean it.

4. Comment on at least 50% of the blog posts I read. That may be a stretch, but do-able.

5. Reply to at least 50% of the blog comments I receive. Again, a stretch, but do-able.

6. Laugh so hard I snort at least 1 day a week.

7. Hug my girls so hard I almost break their ribs daily. (Please don’t call DCF.)

8. Take at least 100 photos a week. I’m averaging about 50 now, so I think I can force myself to take more. (And if anyone wants to send me a DSLR to review and keep, I’d give special favors.)

9. Fiddle with at least 5 of the 100 photos I take on Flickr and Skitch (my newest discovery).

10. Maintain my current weight of 3569 lbs (+/- 3000 lbs).

So, there you have it. My resolutions to maintain my averageness. I think I can succeed if I just don’t try.

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I’ve been teasing this gift for years weeks, and the time finally arrived.
(A little reminder to those to don’t read forgot: My FratBoy brother-in-law requested some anal beads for a Christmas present, and I was more than happy to oblige.)

Disclosure: I sent the kidlets out of the room for the opening of the Gift o’ the Century. They came back in the room, but they never knew what was going on. Though I KNOW that FratBoy would think it would be funny to have my girls wear them as jewelry. No worries - I’ll be putting his boy in dresses and taking him to tap class soon enough.

Please ignore my cackling, but enjoy HockeyMan’s laughing and my dad’s jokes. And a flash of my sister’s rack. They’re real and they’re magnificent.

Enjoy, FratBoy. But I’m sure you already did.

Not-so Wordless

I love this man

I think he loves me

My last post was the ubiquitous Xmas photos. Now, you get the ubiquitous “Mah BayBay is Growin’ and Growin’” post.
Can you tell I just learned how to use the word ubiquitous in a sentence? I’m a-learnin’.

Damn - I can’t believe this kid’s eyes. We’re in deep shit.

December 29, 2005

One month

2 months

8 months

17 months

2 years old

26 months

3 years old

Peek-a-Claire

Every other blog post is Christmas morning pictures, so why can’t I? Deal, chumps.

If this was the only thing she got, she may have been 99% satisfied: behold, the myepetsdotcomswimmindoggie!

Hello? Cinderella?

All about houses this Christmas

Peeking out to the real world

My Dad’s gift to my mom with her name etched into the plaque mis-spelled. Classic.

Happy Merry Festivus

This says it all.