Are you still here?? C’mon, update your listy thingys and get to http://onebrickshyish.blogspot.com!   Oh, and WONDERGIRL IS 5 TODAY.  HOLY CRAP.
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Are you still here?? C’mon, update your listy thingys and get to http://onebrickshyish.blogspot.com!  

Oh, and WONDERGIRL IS 5 TODAY.  HOLY CRAP.

http://onebrickshyish.blogspot.com/2011/09/banana.html

You’re still here?  That’s cool, change is hard for all of us.  But dude, you know what that link up there is?  A link to a video of the Dude reading a book to you - with monkeys, even!!  How on earth could you possibly allow yourself to miss out????

Seriously.  Follloowwww meeeeeeee.

http://onebrickshyish.blogspot.com

I’m sick and tired of Disqus not working - because honestly, who wants to blog where no one can comment??  This is all a cry for attention for crying out loud.  I shall NOT miss out on attention.  So I finally slugged it over to Blogger.  I was all like “But I have sooo many memories on this blog!” and then I thought “Wait!  Can I import those memories/posts to a Blogger blog?!”

AND THE ANSWER WAS NO.

Because Tumblr doesn’t like to play nice with anyone.  But WordPress will.  SO - I had to do some crazy code finagling of all my archives, start a WordPress blog and import everything into that.  And THEN I had to finagle THAT code and THEN it imported into Blogger.  But it was a nice distraction as I laid on the floor of my bathroom in my towel playing on my laptop because I was too light-headed to do anything else.

Oh, and did I mention I went to the doctor WITH THE KIDS and got some nice drugs to stop the snot/headache factory in my skull?  It’s been a decent day, overall.

So go add http://onebrickshyish.blogspot.com to your listy thingys.  Because I love you.  Seriously, I’m leaving Tumblr for you.  You should probably get me some cookies.

brain bullet list

1. My head cold/pounding sinus headache and snot producing episode is now approaching 2 weeks. 2 weeks.  How on earth is that fair??  Also, the kids are goopy, but husband - who has refused to stop smooching me - has stayed well.  I take more vitamins than him.  The injustice is getting to the point that I’m thinking of recruiting Al Sharpton to champion my cause.

2. I’m slightly glad facebook has gone all skeewumpas.  I’m much less tempted to be on it, and more tempted to live an actual life.  And though my actual life has far less human interaction, it also has far fewer ALL CAPS NOTIFICATIONS THAT REPOSTING SOMETHING CAN PROVE MY LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR ALL THINGS AND ALSO MAKE STUFF MAGICALLY FREE.  

3. My birthday is coming up and I’m seriously thinking of asking for Spanx.  Really.  I miss a flat stomach, and these sit-ups are not doing a durn thing.

4. I love the blogging stuff and I’m pretty sure the only person who has blogged longer than me is Dooce.  But I’ve never had a consistent comment thingamajig in my over 10 years blogging and it is REALLY annoying.  I love Tumblr, but I have no idea why Disqus won’t let 70% of people who come here post anything.  Do I really have to make the move to WordPress or Blogger?  I really cannot understand WP, and I already have a few blogs with Blogger.  It feels “meh,” whereas I prefer my personal blog to feel “WHEEE!!”  Although actually being able to have people comment would feel pretty WHEEEEEE…

5.  I’m going home for Thanksgiving, where I have not one, but 2 fresh-from-heaven nephews!  I’ve never really been so excited about getting new relatives of the baby variety, but in my defense, I’ve never really liked babies anyway.  For some reason, I’m totally pumped to squish these guys!  I’m getting better about being bitter at seeing other people have a decent non-suicidal transition into motherhood (and getting to give birth in a nice place like America that also has a Target and where they live within the same time zone as family).  So that’s helping.

6. This sounds grumpy.  I’m not TERRIBLY grumpy.  I think it’s the snot talking.

tmi mommyness

Holy snap so remember how the Dude has done the poo in the potty thing well it’s always when I catch him grunting like he’s about ready to go and I’m like “let’s go to the potty!” and he runs up there and he’s all excited because I read him books and he gets candy and he likes books and candy and then snuggles and praise who doesn’t like snuggles and praise so anyways yesterday he came up to me saying “potty potty!” and I took him up there and he’d already gone in his diaper but I figured that’s a big step that he knew he’d gone and associated that with the bathroom so whoop whoop I was all happy for that well then today he grabs my hand and drags me to the bathroom saying “potty potty!” and when we get there his diaper was dry so we sat there reading books and stuff and then HE WENT IN THE TOILET YES THAT’S RIGHT HE TOLD ME HE HAD TO GO AND THEN HE DID HOLY SNAP I’M SO EXCITED AND SLIGHTLY HORRIFIED THAT MY LIFE HAS GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE THIS PARAGRAPH IS THE GREATEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED THIS WEEK.

I dress funny.  Husband even gave me a pile of money when we got to NYC and told me it was mine to spend on whatever I wanted.  It mostly went to food and souvenirs for the kids.  And a plain grey tee and a bracelet for me.  I saw tons of neat fancy clothes, but I had to admit to myself that fashion-wise, I’m a die hard pragmatist.  I have to wear what I feel purty in, but also what can be pulled on without exposing myself, and must accept that it will also be used as a Kleenex and may meet a premature end when a loving toddler covered in chocolate and mud decides to charge me. But it goes deeper than that. I LOVE clothes.  I e-window shop constantly.  I dream about outfits - literally.  I’d dress up every day if I could.  But I can’t.  I wear tee shirts and jeans almost everyday because of that pragmatism thing, but there’s something else I’m starting to realize about myself. I performed a lot as a kid and teen.  Oh, and during those 7 years I spent pursuing multiple performance degrees.  Recitals, competitions and concerts - each with it’s own level of dressiness.  Sometimes I played well. Sometimes I bombed.  Heck, once I lost my place and just walked off stage.  And when I bombed, I’d think about how much time I’d spent primping, and how much time I’d spent actually practicing and preparing.  I always came to the sick conclusion that I’d much rather have looked less fancy and sounded better.  I WANT to be pretty, but I also want to do awesome things.  And for some reason, those two don’t coincide for me.  Some people look put together and have fabulous children and homes.  When I look put together my kids look like swamp things and the house is a disaster.  When they look good, I look certifiable.  But I (grudgingly) think I’d prefer that over looking good myself with nothing to show for it. It would still be nice to think I could pull of wearing heels and something flashy on a random Tuesday.  But I’d look in the mirror, and change into trademark bag lady chic every time.
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I dress funny.  Husband even gave me a pile of money when we got to NYC and told me it was mine to spend on whatever I wanted.  It mostly went to food and souvenirs for the kids.  And a plain grey tee and a bracelet for me.  I saw tons of neat fancy clothes, but I had to admit to myself that fashion-wise, I’m a die hard pragmatist.  I have to wear what I feel purty in, but also what can be pulled on without exposing myself, and must accept that it will also be used as a Kleenex and may meet a premature end when a loving toddler covered in chocolate and mud decides to charge me.

But it goes deeper than that.

I LOVE clothes.  I e-window shop constantly.  I dream about outfits - literally.  I’d dress up every day if I could.  But I can’t.  I wear tee shirts and jeans almost everyday because of that pragmatism thing, but there’s something else I’m starting to realize about myself.

I performed a lot as a kid and teen.  Oh, and during those 7 years I spent pursuing multiple performance degrees.  Recitals, competitions and concerts - each with it’s own level of dressiness.  Sometimes I played well. Sometimes I bombed.  Heck, once I lost my place and just walked off stage.  And when I bombed, I’d think about how much time I’d spent primping, and how much time I’d spent actually practicing and preparing.  I always came to the sick conclusion that I’d much rather have looked less fancy and sounded better.  I WANT to be pretty, but I also want to do awesome things.  And for some reason, those two don’t coincide for me.  Some people look put together and have fabulous children and homes.  When I look put together my kids look like swamp things and the house is a disaster.  When they look good, I look certifiable.  But I (grudgingly) think I’d prefer that over looking good myself with nothing to show for it.

It would still be nice to think I could pull of wearing heels and something flashy on a random Tuesday.  But I’d look in the mirror, and change into trademark bag lady chic every time.

GPOYW - Nap time in Central Park edition.  The NYC trip was divine.  The head cold I am now sporting is less so.  Besides that and a house that looks like a pack of monkeys passed through, I am feeling quite blessed.
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GPOYW - Nap time in Central Park edition.  The NYC trip was divine.  The head cold I am now sporting is less so.  Besides that and a house that looks like a pack of monkeys passed through, I am feeling quite blessed.

trip ticks

I’m almost done tying up all my loose ends so I can go to New York City in two days and turn my brain completely off. Just look at everything, eat everything, take pictures of everything, and walk hand in hand with my sweetheart. The idea is completely surreal.

Except it just occurred to me that I’ll be away from my kids for 3 whole days. They’ll be in excellent hands, but I’ve never spent this much time away from the kids. With husband. They will be away from us. They are never away from us. And though I know logically I should embrace this, I’m having an involuntary urge to hide under my bed. So now I’m fighting this urge and I’m feeling jittery. This is not the point of a vacation. How do I get my brain and my stomach on the same page??

Motherhood is complicated.

The next best thing to not having to chaperone a youth dance at all?  Having your awesome husband show up (not a small thing, seeing as we live a ^%$#% hour from the stake center) and hang out with you.  Oh yeah, we danced.  Have you seen the husband dance?  If not, you are an unlucky soul.  I don’t get to dance with him often, but holy smokes he’s got killer moves.  He makes even the electric slide awesome, which he forced me to do at our Atlanta wedding reception.  I was NOT amused, but at least I got to watch him doing it. OMYGOSH I just realized that’s my mom back there!!  AWESOME!!  So anywho, I’m pretty sure we freaked out the teens but if I’m going to have to chaperone a dance, that’s just the price you gotta pay.  Not like last time, when they made all the chaperones do the Cha Cha Slide which I hate more than almost anything else in the entire universe.  NOT EXAGGERATING.  Anywho, THANK YOU HUSBAND. Also, Google Chrome’s spell check keeps telling me I misspelled “chaperone” but Wikipedia said I was right.  Darn red angry squigglies are all over this post. Now onto trying to plan my NYC trip this weekendish!!  ANY SUGGESTIONS??  Really, I think mostly I want to walk everywhere, eat everything and take pictures.  Anything else I MUST do??
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The next best thing to not having to chaperone a youth dance at all?  Having your awesome husband show up (not a small thing, seeing as we live a ^%$#% hour from the stake center) and hang out with you.  Oh yeah, we danced.  Have you seen the husband dance?  If not, you are an unlucky soul.  I don’t get to dance with him often, but holy smokes he’s got killer moves.  He makes even the electric slide awesome, which he forced me to do at our Atlanta wedding reception.  I was NOT amused, but at least I got to watch him doing it.

slidin

OMYGOSH I just realized that’s my mom back there!!  AWESOME!!  So anywho, I’m pretty sure we freaked out the teens but if I’m going to have to chaperone a dance, that’s just the price you gotta pay.  Not like last time, when they made all the chaperones do the Cha Cha Slide which I hate more than almost anything else in the entire universe.  NOT EXAGGERATING.  Anywho, THANK YOU HUSBAND.

Also, Google Chrome’s spell check keeps telling me I misspelled “chaperone” but Wikipedia said I was right.  Darn red angry squigglies are all over this post.

Now onto trying to plan my NYC trip this weekendish!!  ANY SUGGESTIONS??  Really, I think mostly I want to walk everywhere, eat everything and take pictures.  Anything else I MUST do??

Okay ladies, RUN over to thebrightbit and then gallop over to eShakti before Thursday so you can get a customized dresses for $20 off. That sure brightened up my Monday!
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Okay ladies, RUN over to thebrightbit and then gallop over to eShakti before Thursday so you can get a customized dresses for $20 off.

That sure brightened up my Monday!

a prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray Mother Nature my state to obliterate. I mean, if you were planning on sending a typhoon here at some point, tomorrow would be nice because then I wouldn’t have to go down to Madison and chaperone a youth dance, standing there for 3 hours, looking almost as awkward as the teens because I don’t know any of the adults and they all know each other and don’t talk to me so I spend all night playing on my phone and pretending I’m totally not uncomfortable. I’d settle for a blackout, or a monsoon. I’m not picky.

Amen.

I read this twice and then snorted.  I dare you to do differently.
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I read this twice and then snorted.  I dare you to do differently.

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I’m feeling random.  So here’sa what I’ll do for you.  Ask me a question.  Request a dance move, kung fu move tutorial, tour of my medicine cabinet, whatever.  Within reason, of course.  And I’ll make a video with my replies and etcteras.  It can be anonymous or not.  The above clip is from the coolest movie ever.  It also seems appropriate in this case.

GPOYW - twintastic edition.  She’s SO excited we have the same hair!  This will last until Monday when I go back in to get highlights and whatever other color that strikes my fancy.  But for now, I couldn’t think of another person I’d rather be twinners with. :)
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GPOYW - twintastic edition.  She’s SO excited we have the same hair!  This will last until Monday when I go back in to get highlights and whatever other color that strikes my fancy.  But for now, I couldn’t think of another person I’d rather be twinners with. :)

Ma hairs: after. verdict? still out… (Photo by onebrickshy)
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Ma hairs: after.

verdict? still out… (Photo by onebrickshy)