But he wouldn’t budge.
Last night I came home late. Dan had put the kids down already, which is always a sort of bitter-sweet experience. Bitter because I love them and I adore to squidge them, and sweet because I get out of doing the real work and yet I can enjoy them in their most [...]
Thanks to Lauren for pointing me towards this after reading my interview over at mommybloggers.com.
Here’s the excerpt she was referring to:
Mommybloggers: We love that you host Daring Family Freestyle Rap Battles. In fact, we’re thinking that there needs to be a way to incorporate it into BlogHer 2007. Can you give us a sample of [...]
My good friends, parents of Big Moses (the underwear swapping boy), are jumping ship and moving to California. As a faithful Seattle area resident for the past 3+ years, I find this traitorous move extremely unforgivably traitorous.
I just got the invitation to their going away shindig and it has been asked that we bring nothing [...]
There is no orange or purple either.
Dark pink?
Yes.
Orangy Pink?
Yes.
Purplish pink?
Also affirmative.
Laylee wanted you to know that.
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I just wrote what I like to think is my last post about BlogHer… for this week… and it’s being hosted over at the Mommybloggers’ site. They were nice enough to hand out (read this: attack people and brand them [...]
This month marks my one year bloggiversary. What a wild ride this has been!
In celebration, the Mommybloggers are hosting my debutant ball over at their place. So put on your lace gloves, save me some room on your dance card, and stop over for a glass of lemonade.
When I got back from the conference, my parents were already here waiting for me, cleaning and organizing my house and building shelves like an elite trained strike force the government can only dream of employing. My garage went from this:
to this:
in the course of a few days. I can PARK in there now for [...]
One fine collegiate day I was walking on BYU campus when I spotted a guy across the quad who looked SO familiar. It was amazing. I was sure I had seen him somewhere before, but not once, not twice, but over and over and over again. I felt I had seen him so many times [...]
Aggressive kids.
I don’t really have them, unless you call ripping your brother’s arms off, chewing on them and then beating him over the head with them aggressive. She only really does that sort of thing when he does something really insane like look at her while she’s eating marshmallows, so I wouldn’t exactly call her [...]
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