I would definitely describe myself as a ‘people person.’

But I’m not.

I’m a long-time friend person who will talk to anyone as long as I think it’s a short-term conversation.

I’m not shy. But past a “Hi! How’s your kid? Aren’t our kids in the same class?” real-life Twitter convo, I stick with my core group of friends.

I have a long-time friend who’s been my BFF since 1st grade (except 6th grade - bygones) who lives here in Orlando. And I have a core group of friends I met while teaching whom I miss seeing on a daily basis. But past them, I don’t make new friends.

I don’t want to.

They’re too much work. Too much drama. Too much cleaning, planning, idle chit-chat, blahblahblah.

I’ve made some good online friends and have actually met a few, and I would consider a few to be long-term friends and would be sad if they disappeared. But I don’t have to clean for them. Or plan my day around them

I don’t want more friends.

I’m too lucky with the friends I have for anyone else live up to them.

For now, I’ll life my real-life as a Twitter convo.

Every girl needs a sexy interweb blogger girlfriend like me. It’s now required, so get out and get you one.

JUST KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF MY KIM.

Kim came to town today and visited us at La Casa Cesordenado (Messy House). I am one lucky interweb blogger girlfriend. Not only is Kim THE HOTNESS, she brought me flowers, cannolis (funny Kim thought she’d find a bakery in Orlando - this ain’t Long Island), and my girls their own gift bags.

Yeah. I got flowers and cannolis from my HOTNESS interweb blogger girlfriend. Commence jealousy.

And bonus - she bought us lunch. Holy jackpot. BACK OFF, BITCHES. SHE’S MINE.

I think I caught Patrick putting the moves on her, but she recognizes she’s too hot for him, so I’m cool with that.

We went to a Dave & Buster’s-type place called Firkin Kegler and had nommy burgers then stuck around to play some arcade games. Kim almost beat Patrick at air hockey, but she let him win to save his manliness. I let her win at Nascar racing so she wouldn’t make me pony up some cash for lunch. She gave Patrick a run for his money on basketball shots, but in the end, Patrick let himself win.

My girls are natural athletes thanks to their parents, so they whooped up on some air hockey themselves.

I’m almost embarrassed to put myself up in this picture cause she is so much THE HOTNESS, but alas, our lurve is based on non-physical attributes on the interwebs, so what harm could it do.

We’ll be heading up to LI soon (we hope), and we’re definitely letting you pay for having dinner!

I lurves Lotus

Part 2 (see Part 1)

Last night, Hockeyman and I dressed up for our friends’ annual Halloween partay. And this is how we dressed:

Dick in a Box
Don’t know that reference? Shame on you! Visit the link and enjoy.

Let’s get a close-up of that shot.

Me & 2 of my besties (missed you Steph!)

I lurves Lotus

This is a two-parter for many reasons, the main being I don’t want to tarnish my kids’ pretty pics with the pics from our Halloween pics.

Oh, and they are worth the return visit. Yes. They. Are.

Pumpkin Heads
Please note Claire’s new ’smile.’

Claire

Searching

Carving

Jackie O’Lantern

Mad propz, yo, to HockeyMan for hiz carving skillz.

Her hands caught not shaking.

Grandmom

My Dad with his Mom

What the fudge? You haven’t sent in your tattoo pic yet, you goob. Do it now!

Do it for the love of XBox4NappyRash. You know who your are with your silly girl crush on him. Don’t be shy… Wait… I think I just threw up in my mouth.

Fly

Poison

Daisy

And I don’t have to feed him, take him home, or wake up at 3:40am to rock him back to sleep! Holy sweet OPRAH! It’s the best kind of baby to have.

If only I’d thought of that 4 years ago…

Nolan Jack
Oct. 6
11:06pm
7lb, 3oz
20in

Daddy & Nolan

Me with my girls & Nolan

Lotus rocks my nuts

First-read book

Chilln at Gymboree

Steam Rolled

*important news below*

My last two post subjects have been the sad face of my Claire Bear. But feel no sympathy.

She knows what she’s doing, people.

It’s all in her Grand Plan of whining endlessly for EVERYTHING. Rarely do I give in.

She’s 2 1/2 - it’s a phase. At least it’s what I’m telling myself.

But in the interim, I get these pics that make the average person melt.

Me? I walk away after I take the pic and let her cry it out. In the words of Dr. Phil, it seems to be working for me. At least it works for what’s left of my sanity.

Two other pieces of notsoimportant (gotcha!) news:

1. My sister is having her baby on Monday.  I’m UBER-excited to have a baby I don’t have to take home with me and don’t have to squeeze out of my vuh-jay-jay. Be on the lookout for even more non-writing posts and more picture posts of babies.

2. PLEASE visit my store, Good for the Kids. I’m begging people. BEGGING. This damn economy has me beat down. I gotsta sell some stuff. NOW. For Christmas. Yes, Christmas already. But come on. Buy now. Or, if you’re like my mother-in-law, you’re already done.

In any case, go shop. PUHLEASE? Use coupon code 15awln for 15% off your entire purchase (coupon good through Nov 30). Cause you’re awesome.

And your butt looks small today.