A GLEElisciously GLEEful Winner

WE HAVE A WINNER!!

My dear friend, Kay, a self-professed "hesitant Gleek," is the proud new owner of a shiny $10 iTunes card!

Kay, make me proud with your choices!! *wink*



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13


Timestamp: 2010-04-21 03:21:02 UTC

GLEE Forth and Prosper

So, I actually have been waiting for another one of my bloggy besties to pop up and write this post.

But since they're dragging their heels, I'll just hop right on in and steal the thunder.  And you all can thank me later.  You're welcome.

Something amazing happened Tuesday night.  It had nothing to do with taxes being finished (which mine weren't finished until 6 hours prior to the day turning over to the 16th, by the way), and nothing to do with Adam Glambert's lovey laser show on Idol.  Nor did it have anything to do with the 13 Oreos that I consumed that night. 

No.  Tuesday night was the glorious night that the FOX Network decided to jump back on board with the rest of America and give us back what we've been demanding since the fateful day last fall that they took our beloved off the air.

But it's back now.

I'm almost certain that I could hear a sweeping swoon of relief Tuesday night as our precious GLEEacters were restored to their rightful place in our televisions.

What?  You haven't seen it? 
Criminal.

What?  You have seen it, and yet you fail to find the amazement within its 60 minute parameters?
I'm sad for you.

What?  You're a GLEEk, too?
I feel like I need to hug you.

And because I'm feeling super GLEErific (and because my taxes are finally done!!), I'm giving away something that you can use to feed your need for GLEE.  Or if you are one of those people, then you can use it to fall in love with GLEE and join all of us on the cool side.

Or you could just use it for something else.  But don't ever let me catch wind of you doing so, or I will scream, "GLEE Blasphemy!" at the top of my lungs, and all of my fellow GLEEks will come after you.  And we're a scary bunch.

iTunes has GLEE songs in abundance.  And they are glorious.  So if you win, you can use this to hook yourself with all kinds of GLEEness.

I'll keep the giveaway up until next Tuesday evening...when GLEE comes on again!!  Squeal!!

So, enter as many times as you want.

Here's the catch.  All you have to do is this:

1)  If you're a GLEEk too, then tell me that you are!  And tell me what your favorite scenes/songs/quotes/characters are from the show.

2)  If you're not a GLEEK, then tell me that.  And I'll pray for you.

Don't know much about GLEE?  Please don't leave here uninformed....get thee HERE pronto.  You can even watch old episodes!!  Go.  Now.  Shoo....

GLEE Forth and Prosper.  And enter.

Broncos, Plays, MIRL's, and a Winner. Woosh. I'm Tired.

I've met myself coming and going today.  And I don't like the view of me from behind, so this has been a truly traumatic day.

Really. It hasn't. 

Everything has been a good thing, it is just when it is all crammed into one day, I feel slightly overwhelmed
and a bit verklempt.

*** We had our family pictures made this morning.  We are so fortunate to be blessed with an amazing photographer in our small town that not only takes amazing pictures, but is a great friend.  She has an amazing gift of making our family just look good, despite the non-smiler (ahem.), boys who step square in every mud puddle on the way to the studio, and my face that insists on busting out in zits on picture day.  Kelly took that picture of us that is up there on my header a couple of years ago.  She's great.  Really great.

So I called her last night and asked about setting up a sitting.  And she said, "How about 9:45 tomorrow?" and I about swallowed my tongue.  But, because I have issues with telling people "no," I agreed and then began to stress.  I had zero idea as to what we would wear and knew that today was going to be crazy busy anyway.

But, believe it or not, we pulled it together.  We look like Denver Broncos fans all dressed in navy and orange, but we wore it because everyone already had something in their closet, and I didn't have to go buy anything new for the pictures.  So....go Broncs.

Kelly is supposed to be putting up a link to the pictures to view them online, so as soon as she does, I'll post them so that you can check them out.  They turned out great.  I'm really very proud of them.

***Tonight the boys are in a little play being put on by our homeschool co-op.  They are doing a version of "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" which is a precious little story about the realization of the true meaning of Christmas.

I have to admit that my attitude has not been the best about the play, but I'm trying to keep it in check.  I know that this is a great experience for the boys and am trying to not let the busyness of my schedule interfere with my excitement for them. 

But I will be glad when it is over.

***I have suitcases scattered all over my house, and I am trying to finish up the last of our laundry.  We are heading out early early in the morning for an all day road-trip.  But as hard as my body tries to talk my mind into being all stressed and to not look forward to the trip, my heart and mind pull through and just make me giddy. 

We're heading to Georgia.

The land of peaches.  And pine trees.  And Tiffani.

Tiff is my bestest bloggy buddy, but I really just call her family.  I know people don't understand this whole weird world that we all live in here in our computers, but I've decided it doesn't really matter.  We get it.  That's what matters.

The boys and I are holing up at Tiff's house with her Belle-ish and Bear-ish clan, and we are planning on having the best time.  We've planned plenty of time to giggle and snort and guffaw.  And we are going to act like it is totally not the first time that we are meeting in the skin.  Because we already know everything there is to know about eachother...so we're just going to pick right up where we left off. 

And to add the cherry on top of an already fabulous week, I get to meet Michele (who will probably try to shove carrot juice down my throat, but I'll be so excited to meet her that I'll drink it willingly...maybe) and Elizabeth (who just may possibly be the cutest girl ever).  I also get to meet Tiffani's family, including her sweet baby sister Taylor who is a perpetual blog lurker!  

My boys have been counting down the days until they get to play with Connor and Julia, and even the husbands are stoked about hangin' together and doing man things. 

It is going to be a blessed weekend.  One that Tiffani and I have been praying over for a long time now, and it is so hard to believe that it is finally here.  We're praising Jesus for His goodness.

***One last thing.  We have a winner from the giveaway the other day.  MIMI from FRUMP'S FINDINGS, you won!!!  I so want to send every one of you a copy of Hinds' Feet On High Places, because it is just that good.  If you get a chance, run to the library and check it out or just pick it up at the bookstore (it's a keeper, so it's worth the cash!).  You won't be disappointed!  Congratulations, Mimi!!!!

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12


Timestamp: 2009-12-04 19:56:26 UTC


I'm off to pack.  And run lines for the play.  And pack some more. 

Have a blessed weekend!

I'm Giving Away....Knee Socks. Just Kidding.

My room was a weird mint green color.

I had bunk beds. And I wore knee socks. And floor length dresses with lace collars. And apparently my mother let me.

I would play dolls and Barbies in that room.  And listen to Solid Gold albums, and sing into a hairbrush in my mirror. 

And at night, I would be tucked in by either my mama or my daddy.  And they would read to me.

I only remember 4 books that were ever read, but I'm positive that there were more.  But these 4 have always stuck.

Little Women.  A classic.  My mama read that one.

And then I can remember Jim-Dad, in his baby blue polyester pants, reading Little Pilgrim's Progress, The Chronicles of Narnia, and Hinds' Feet on High Places.

My dad was a sucker for a good allegory.

And so was I.

Those stories have always walked with me.  Their brilliant symbolic messages told in layman's terms.  So that even children "get" it.

I would imagine walking the roads on the way to the Celestial City with Christian.  Meeting Mr. Tumnus at the lamppost with Lucy.  And skipping through the High Places with the Chief Shepherd. 

They were all so real.  And beautiful.

And then time happened.  And growing up happened.  And stuff happened.  And those books, though still on my shelves, weren't taken out as much.  And weeks that turned into months turned into years. 

Last week, while we were at my parents' a stack of Hinds' Feet books set in the floor of my dad's office.  He quickly reminded me of our times reading those books together many many moons ago.  And the beautiful memories of those stories came flooding back.

Jim-Dad gave us a brand new copy last week and this morning, I sat my children down and cracked the binding.

The walls aren't mint green.  And no one is wearing knee socks.

But my children are going to hear these wonderful allegories of Jesus' love and our salvation journeys.  Not only because of heritage and nostalgia, but because they are beautiful.

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Pilgrim's Progress and the Narnia books are very well known, and if you haven't read them yourself or with your children, please consider doing so.  Hinds' Feet on High Places is not as well-known, but it's story is just as breath-taking. 

The story follows Much-Afraid as she journeys with her two companions, Sorrow and Suffering, to pass through dangers and to overcome her tormenting past to finally reach the High Places and be in union with the loving Shepherd.

Oh...and just to show you how strongly I feel about this particular book, I'm giving away a copy.

All you have to do is leave me a comment telling me if you've read the book or not (I would love to hear what those of you who have read it think!), and you'll be entered to win.  It would make a really great Christmas present, too, if you already have your own copy!  I'll pick the winner on Friday around 3 p.m. central time. 

Randomness....Complete With Talk of Yaks and Winners

A whole lot of nothing going on around these parts lately.  But a whole lot of nothing means that a whole lot of something major isn't going on...which is good news.  Because usually something involves blood, trips to the good doctor, and $783,293,475 in medical bills.  So we take the nothing when we can get it.

Nothing #1.  We have a winner for my "Help-Me-Get-This-Freakin'-Mess-Under-Control" giveaway.  Your ideas and comments were brilliant, and I'm mulling some of them over in my head.  I'm encouraged by all of your empathy and personal horror stories, so thanks for that.  Oh...what?  You want to know who won?  Sorry, Charlie.....not giving you the goods just yet.

Nothing #2.   The rascals went in for their way past overdue, need garden shears to hack off all the hair, haircuts very regular trims today.  And I'm sad.  Well....actually I'm happy because the oldest rascal had been walking around like his head had thrown up a Budapestian yak for the past six months two days.  But, I am sad about the baby rascal.  Because he doesn't look so babyish anymore.  *sniff*  Gone are the days of the homage-to-vintage-Beatles-bowl-cut, and enters the era of the big-boy-cut. *double sniff*

Nothing #3.  Props to my bloggy bestest, Tiff, for finding out that yaks live in Budapest.  Google is her friend.

Nothing #4.  I'm finally feeling like the homeschool mojo is pumping through the old veins.  We've managed to knock two days out of the park.  No tears.  Score.  No screaming.  Score.  No broken crayons.  Score.  And that's just on my end!  It's October, and I still haven't felt like throwing in the towel.  Success.

Nothing #5.  I'm blaming it on the mojo, but I got all kinds of homeschool crafty this week.  Let me just tell you that the UPS Store is super proud of their boxes and packing materials.  I know, because I plunked down $30 for 3 boxes the size of Budapest for our fancy schmancy Science ocean dioramas.  (Remind me later that if ever I'm in need of a box for moving or shipping purposes to just hit up Walmart after restocking time.)  After that momentary lapse in sanity, I tricked out a rockin' timeline for History.  I had no idea that it would be as big as two Budapests when I finished.  Seriously.  I had to clear a wall in my hall just to fit it on.  No joke.  For once, I'm not exaggerating.  Just look.

And these little guys were all lovingly cut out by J Fo, a super bestie of mine.  What a gal! 

These little fellas are going to turn into all of our men and women of history, and through the year we'll find them a home on our nifty hugeamongous timeline.  Awesome, right?  I know!

Nothing #6.   I rarely buy toilet bowl drop-ins, but for some reason they sneaked their way into my buggy this morning while I was shopping.  I plopped the blue pills into the tanks and, throughout the day, have wondered why in the world Kirk and I invest in articles of entertainment for our children.  You would have thought that we had the Ringling Brothers' Circus hanging out in the potty with all the excitement that has ensued today because of the blue water.  It's the small things.  Obviously.

P.S.  That's not a picture of my potty.....I google-lifted it.  Basically because I didn't want to clean my toilet before I took a picture....you're welcome.

Nothing #7.  I have a killer case of poison ivy.  I'm not sure how I've escaped the wrath of the ivy for the past 30-something years, but I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.  I'm seriously thinking that being attacked by rabid yaks would be a better fate.  Yeowch. 

Nothing #8.  Before you get all excited about the idea of me traipsing around in the woods and hugging up on some ivy infested tree....it didn't happen.  Not a chance.  The husband in all his manliness did the tree-hugging, and he so kindly gifted me with it.  Bless his heart.  I'm repaying him for his generous gesture by keeping him up at night clawing the skin off of my body one layer at a time.

Nothing #9.   Okay. Fine.  Time for the Random Generator to do its thing.  The winner of the $10 Giftcard for WallyWorld is....

Drumroll.....

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18

Timestamp: 2009-10-08 02:17:47 UTC

What that means is......MEREDITH over at Life At 7000 Feet!! 

Woo Hoo!!  Congratulations!!!

Nothing #10.  I'm in blissful television heaven tonight.  Really, I'm in heaven all the way around.  I've got the redheaded rascal brushing my hair while I'm having a snort-giggly chat with Tiffani while watching GLEE.  Does it get better?  I think not.  Well, maybe only if a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream was involved!

Ooohhh...ice cream.


Nothing.  Just how I like it.

HELP. I'm Drowning In a Sea of Plastic

So I gave the boys THE SPEECH yesterday.

You know the one.

We were in the bowels of their rooms, chin deep in board game pieces, headless lego men, and 3 inch light sabers.  None of which were where they were supposed to be.

And because I had already spent 46.34 hours hunched over toilets scrubbing up the aftermath of living with 4 men, my nerves were slightly frazzled. 

So I spouted off, "Boys, it is almost Christmas, and I will remember that this is how you take care of your things when I'm shopping and discussing gift options with Santa.  You can't take care of the things you have, what in the world makes you think you need a 54,983 piece lego set?  If this is how it is going to be, then all you'll get under the tree are books and underwear!"

Yes.  I said it.

Knowing good and well that we'll buy them for them anyway.  But it definitely seemed like the right thing to say at the time. 

And then I discussed just throwing all of their toys away....knowing good and well we wouldn't ever do that either.

So, after going through the motions of sorting and reorganizing everything back out into proper bins and containers, otherwise known as HELL, I was left wondering What in tarnation's uncle can we do to make this whole process easier?  Because, bless their hearts, they come by it honest. Although I would never tell them that.

So, I propose a question, dear readers. 

HOW IN THE WORLD CAN I GET ALL THIS MESS UNDER CONTROL? 

We do the whole "if you get it out, put it away" thing....the only problem is that they don't put it where it goes.  Because apparently it is easier to just chunk everything in a basket, then taking the time to sort everything back out.

And we have now graduated to toys with multiple (did I say multiple?) pieces.  Lego sets that need to be kept together, Star Wars guys that need to be kept with their hodgepodge pieces, and board games that come with no less than 54 dozen pieces or cards.  So, it isn't as easy as just heaving all of the preschool toys into a toybox anymore.  It just isn't.

So....help me out.  What do you do to keep the teeniest assortment of parts and pieces together? 

I welcome any ideas.

And just to show you my appreciation....I'm throwing in a $10 giftcard to Walmart to a random commenter.  Just because. 

So....leave me your best organizational idea or tip (or 20 tips, if you want!), and your comment or comments will be entered into the drawing.  I'll choose, by random selection, the winning comment Wednesday evening (October 7) around 7:00 p.m. (central time).

Go ahead.  Hit me with your best shot.

The rascals will appreciate it, too, since they need to figure out how to keep their mess under control so that they can get those new lego sets for Christmas that they think they aren't getting, but we all know that they really will.

THANKS!!!! 

I Know An Arm That Is Going To Be Lookin' Mighty Faincy

So....I waited until just after midnight on the 11th to choose my winner. I would say it was because I was being super noble and all, giving everyone every last second to enter to win. But, it was really because I forgot that I was supposed to draw my winner until just a little while ago, and then I got sidetracked watching the Muhammad Ali/George Foreman fight from 30 something years ago. Don't ask.

Anyway....we have a winner of the super beautiful bracelet!!

And I couldn't be happier about who won!!

HERE ARE THE OFFICIAL NUMBERS:

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Here are your random numbers: 4

Timestamp: 2009-07-11 05:25:09 UTC


And that would be one of my best bloggy besties, CATHY from Dancing In the Rain!!!!!

Congratulations, Cat-a-lac!!! Love ya and all your HSM dance moves!!!!

Wanna See?!

Wanna see the bracelet you are trying to win?




Isn't it precious?! It's even more fantabulous in person.


So....enter, enter, enter. Your arm will thank you.


Go to THIS POST and comment or go directly HERE.


Choosing the lucky arm that this sweetie gets to dangle from tomorrow!

The Best Things Come In 3s

I have about 6 blog posts drafted. And nary a one has been published. Because I just can't seem to get my words out. I don't know if I'm going through a blog funk or what, but my brain and my fingers just can't seem to get their act together.

So...I decided to make a plan. A blog post plan. At least for today.

And I'm limiting myself to 3 categories. Because that seems like good organizational genius.

(The best is the last, but don't you dare scroll through the first 2 in a whacko attempt to beat my system. I have ways of finding out....oh yes I do.)

First on my agenda: A recap of what we've been up to. But I'm going to fill it with lots of eye fodder and go easy on the wordage. You're welcome.

Baseball: Tournament is over. Boys didn't win. Found out that parents are sorer losers than kids. Go figure. Boys had fun. (No pictures....sorry.)

Fourth of July: Spent at the baseball field. And in the car driving to inlaws. Watched fireworks from inside MIL's van in desperate attempt to not be eaten alive by horse-sized Missouri mosquitoes. (No pictures....more sorry.)

Fifth of July: Took 3 hour nap while at MIL's, because I could. Ate homemade icecream...yum. And spent 5 hours in the car with uber-exhausted kids and grouchirific husband. (No pictures....still sorry.)

Sixth of July: Had good intentions to clean my house. Didn't happen. Took a nap and laid around all day. Blissful laziness. Then.....

We headed over to a belated 4th of July party and surprise birthday shindig at some of our besties' house.

Those of us who didn't have to meet our personal trainer at dark o'thirty the next morning ate these.

And those of us who had to meet with the exercise nazi ate these.

I ate 3 hotdogs. If you're wondering which group I was in.

Then we celebrated Lisa's birthday.

And there were even party hats....because every good party needs a party hat....even if they are Transformers because that is all that WM had.

And there was lots of chit-chatting.

And posing for pictures.

And then fireworks outside put on by the master pyrotechnics team of Wes-N-Kirk.

And then, much to the chagrin of our resident doctor friend, we allowed the little people to shoot off their own. The Good Doctor even took pictures of the children doing so...but I'm pretty sure that they were to be used as evidence if/when the need ever arose.

And there was lots of laughing....as always whenever our motley crew gets together!

Happy 6th of July!

Second on my agenda: It's time for ASK AMBER ANYTHING! It's been awhile since I've asked for questions, and since I'm suffering from some minor bloggy blockage, then I'm handing you the reins to spur my posting. So....just leave me a question in the comments about anything your little heart desires, and I'll give it a whirl. (Remember....anything goes....from personal questions to my theory on why MJ wore only one glove.)

Third on my agenda: Because I'm having a day heavy on the BLECH, I'm in the mood for a little pick-me-up. And nothing picks me up more than seeing people I love smile. And because I heart you all so stinkin' much....than it's time to make you smile. And so....IT'S TIME FOR A BLOGGY GIVE-AWAY!!! (See...I told you that I saved the best for last!!)

I was in my local Christian book store the other day and found the most amazing set of bracelets. They are sterling silver, bangle style, and have various designs with Bible verses and words of truth. They are so beautiful, and so wearable with anything.

SO...I picked up one and am going to send it to one of you sweet people. Because I heart ya!!

All you have to do is leave me a comment. (And that should be easy, because you are already asking me a question....right?!) I'll do a random drawing on Friday, July 10, so you have several days to enter. And enter more than once if ya want....I don't mind!

So....there ya have it.

Can't wait to hear from ya!

And thanks for being so patient and wading through all that gobbledygook!

Mr. Darcy Is Heading To ________'s House!!!!

Random Integer Generator

Here are your random numbers:

16

Timestamp: 2009-05-04 20:59:50 UTC

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And the winner is.....

GRETCHEN!!!

Let me just tell you how hard this sister worked for this Darcy love. There were a few solutions offered up by Mrs. Jewel In My Crown for my chicken-crossing-the-road dilemma, but a whole heck of a lot more trash talking and smack downs. And I loved every second of it. Because my good buddy, G, spares no one when it comes to the good stuff.

Congrats, Gretchen!!

For all that hard work...you more than deserve it!!!

Shagadelic, Baby

Isn't she pretty?

I almost couldn't bear to part with her. She is so super shagadelic and all.

And can you believe that no one bought her? I'm still reeling in the shock of it all.

So she got boxed up with the rest of the stuff for donation after the yard sale. Poor thing. I feel bad for her. I may have to go buy her at the thrift store to spare her the embarrassment of sitting on their shelf for days.months.years. on end.

Bless her Austin Powers heart.

She's just so groovy, baby.

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The P&P bloggy give-away is heating up. I'm certainly not above a good comment hijacking...or throwing someone under a bus...or just good ole' fashioned trash talkin'.....so keep after it. Because it's kinda fun to see some of y'all's claws come out.

And all for Mr. Darcy.

Who I think is well-worth a good cat fight. Hiss.

Click here to get yourself in the running for the give-away. Or hijack more chances to win. Or talk some more smack.

I'm rigging up that whole random number thing Monday evening and picking the WINNER!

So get after it!! Mr. Darcy needs a good home.

A Very Prideful Give-Away With Just a Hint of Prejudice

Meet Jessica. And her baby, Justus.

Isn't she perky and fun? I heart this girl.

Jess is new to blogging (check her out here and tell her "hey"), but she makes me giddy with all kinds of excitement. She is an old friend of mine, but we haven't talked in ages. Thanks to the Internet, we have reconnected, and have picked up where we left off. She shares my love of flip flops, sarcasm, and eating yummy food. She doesn't like to clean her house, and she loves Jesus. We are kindred spirits.

Jessica just reminded me of that giveaway that I hinted about a few days ago. I have a habit of being kinda forgetful...no big shocker there.

SO....

Here's my big giveaway. It's a good one, too! So....Comment. Comment. Comment. The giveaway will stay open all weekend long. Monday evening I'll do the whole random number thing and announce the big winner.

Ready? Drumroll, please!!!

That's right, peeps.

Your very own brand spankin' new copy of Pride and Prejudice (the movie). Because there were WAY too many of you who said you've never seen it. And that is just not right.

Some of you already own this movie....because you know where to find the good stuff!!....but enter anyway! Because you can always regift it. I won't tell on you. Or you can have 2 copies. One for 2 different rooms. Because Mr. Darcy is just that worth it.

And just so you have something to say in your comments (besides how dreamy Mr. Darcy is...I already know this, girls!)...there's a catch.

FOR YOUR COMMENT TO BE ELIGIBLE....YOU MUST LEAVE ME A "Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road" JOKE.

Because these are Tate's favorite jokes, and I'm running out of creative answers. Really.....he's almost 5. Anything goes. Trust me.

So...you scratch my back, and Darcy might scratch yours!

Thanks, Jessica!!! This one is for you, sister!!! :)

Drum Roll, Please.....

Here are your random numbers:

8

Timestamp: 2009-04-16 22:15:29 UTC

I'm going to be accused of being in a conspiracy.

And then someone is going to accuse me of rigging this whole Sonic gig.

And then Carpoolqueen is going to be heard round the world giggling....because she SO won.


But....I PROMISE I DIDN'T RIG IT!


Although it is rather odd that just a week ago I won her Starbucks Giveaway, and she was the one that taught me how to use the whole Random Number Generator. The same Random Number Generator that just picked her number. Not 5 minutes ago.


But....I PROMISE I DIDN'T RIG IT!


HONEST!

So, because you all are outstanding sports (ahem, Tiffani!), I'm going to take this moment to congratulate Mrs. Carpoolqueen on behalf of all of you sweet losers. I'm sure she has a speech prepared for just such an occasion.

And...thanks for entering my Give-Away! I heart you guys so much!

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On a totally unrelated note, but definitely worth mentioning....

I'm ONE chapter away from finishing this.


And I'm very sad. And I'm reading very slowly. Because I don't want it to be over. Because I just heart those darn Cullens so darn much.

My Momma Says It's Nice To Share

"Share!"

The one word that comes out of my mouth more times than "We're eating Fruity Pebbles for dinner again tonight!" -- and we all know how often those words exit my lips.

But I have decided that sometimes sharing is bad. Like today. Just don't tell my kids.

Today sharing and I are in a power struggle. And sharing is winning. And I'm a sore loser.

Today is Tax Day. *shudder* And I just shared a bunch of money with the U.S. government. And it has made me grouchy. I wish that I could write a long commentary here that sounded half-way educated and politically savvy about our need for the abolition of the IRS and flat-taxes....but, c'mon....we all know that I don't know any of that stuff. This is why I have my smart friends.....(Lisa...I need you to tell me how I'm supposed to feel about the IRS...email me!) All I know is that it stunk to high heaven today mailing off our "share"....and I almost threw myself on the floor of the post office and had myself a little fit. Because I don't like to share my toys.

Today is also I Feel Better, Hallelujah! Day. *grin*smile*smile* And I was actually very excited about going back to work and getting back into the swing of things around here. For the first time in a week I woke up without feeling like I was going to throw up everywhere, and I actually could watch the news without there being 6 of Katie Couric. All was well! Until Child #2 (a.k.a. Sawyer) decided to come down with the same wicked virus that I had. What?! Sharing is good....but not when it is sharing germs with your 7 year old. When I found him burning with fever in the middle of the night because I had so graciously "shared" with him....I did throw myself on the floor and had myself a little fit. Because the only thing I want to share with my babies is kisses. Germ free kisses.

BUT...

Because I do know that it is nice to share....sometimes....I thought I would share a couple of things with you!

First is the random knowledge that my refrigerator now smells like boiled eggs. And every time I reach in to snag a soda, I get a whiff of egg. At least they are pretty.

And...yes...I know that is the same picture that I already posted of my pretty stripey eggs...but I didn't really think showing you the inside of my super-gross fridge would be sharing in a good way. So...you're welcome!

Second is a $5 Sonic Card! That's right, kids. A Give-Away! Because although I don't like to share my toys with the IRS, I do like to share with my friends. And I think everyone should get the chance to at least TRY a Pineapple Diet Dr. Pepper! And if I'm buying...then you can't complain! Right? All you have to do is leave me a comment, and then I'll ask one of my smart friends how to do one of those nifty random number picking things!

See....sharing is good! I feel better already.