tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76622097620165736272024-03-13T16:24:49.321-05:00And Sam Makes Seven.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger422125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-83944172865728188932014-03-12T14:31:00.003-05:002014-03-12T15:07:19.032-05:00Seriously, it isn't about the jewelry...I see my last post was dated May 6, 2013. Almost one year ago. Wow.
So, yeah... I know. No one is reading this anymore. Which is exactly why I feel safe enough to post this.
You know those sudden moments of self-realization where you're all shocked and whatnot to see something that's been right under your nose for, like, years? I just had one of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-23674717502830281222013-05-06T14:51:00.000-05:002013-05-06T14:51:43.514-05:00Come see me!I'm betting most of you originally stumbled upon this blog because of adoption, and not solely because of my sunny disposition, superior intellect and rapier wit, as I would prefer to believe (those latter two, of course, were the reasons you kept coming back, though- right?).
But my blog, like many of yours, didn't remain an "adoption blog" for long. It was quickly filled with all Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-12897939612608104802013-04-06T15:40:00.000-05:002013-05-16T08:29:57.165-05:00You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but...Friends, I need your help. And this isn't my usual goofy crap, either. It can't always be like a day at Chuck E. Cheese around here, you know. This is serious. I have a major problem and I desperately need the advice of my mama peeps (Or papa peeps. I'm no sexist).
Please help me.
You see... One of my sons is heading down the wrong path. A dark Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-1486283011485627882013-01-30T14:32:00.000-06:002015-03-19T08:51:32.354-05:00Fibromyalgia for DummiesRight on the heels of my last post, when I was all super-Zen and warm-fuzzy about decluttering my life, I was smacked down by The Fibro Flare From Hades. Oh, how the mighty have fallen (I just totally made up that phrase, but I'm thinking it's going to catch on).
I hurt, guys. I hurt real bad (said in my Napoleon Dynamite voice... Does anyone get that referenceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-22570278529584126422013-01-06T07:51:00.001-06:002013-01-06T07:51:50.703-06:00Declutter...How's it going with the New Year's resolutions? I didn't really make any. I did, however, jump on the bandwagon of choosing one word to define and direct my goals for this year.
(Before I share it, though, I want to say an early 'Happy Birthday' to my kid... Happy birthday, Evan! I love you and miss you! Can't wait to have you back home. Praying that Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-45914633850619359282012-12-30T16:36:00.001-06:002013-01-02T13:19:11.252-06:00The year in review...Recapping 2012... Where to begin? Oh, I know. How 'bout this? 2012 was even suckier than 2011. And I reeaaally thought 2011 was our suckiest year ever. Then, along came 2012 to prove to me that I was incorrect in that assessment. Like a little smartypants, 2012 had to show me I don't know as much as I think I do. 2012 was a year full of surprises, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-84956220144447105952012-12-14T03:23:00.001-06:002013-01-02T13:17:42.556-06:00What are you worth?Well, well, well…
I, Michelle, Blogger Extraordinaire, awesomely awesome creative creator of the Bringing Blogging Back Campaign; the one who was going to single-handedly resurrect The Art of
Writing About Absolutely Nothing, have done a darn fine job of keeping up with
my own blog lately, haven’t I?
Sorry.
I have a good excuse.
Or excuses. As some of you know, we had
aUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-29166331242348755922012-11-03T02:46:00.000-05:002012-11-03T02:55:29.793-05:00Not my finest hour...I did something, you guys. Something bad.
Do you remember the post where I ranted about a relative who puts weird pics of himself on facebook all the time?
If that relative were in a Bond film, his character's name would be Creepy Galore, but let's call him Jason in this post, since that's a bit more respectful. 'Jason' is also nowhere close to his actual name, so his Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-24881182404649164072012-10-24T13:27:00.002-05:002012-10-24T13:29:48.608-05:00Facebook Status
For those of you who know me on Facebook, this post is a repeat. You may want to skip it altogether... Unless you'd like to start a juicy discussion in the comments! ??? I'm so blessed to have an interesting mix of political and religious viewpoints among my blogging friends, so I'd love to hear your opinions about Richard Mourdock's recent comments regarding Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-68365557277961660612012-10-10T14:30:00.000-05:002012-10-10T14:39:36.026-05:00ImporTant!For starters... I've messed with my blog background again, as you can plainly see. I know some of you hate that ("Why can't she just pick one and be done with it already?"). I'm sorry. I didn't like how dark and ominous it looked. It was depressing me. I like it lighter... For now. Next week? We'll see. ADD girls get to change their Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-89330222356847199352012-10-02T12:56:00.002-05:002012-10-08T13:49:26.469-05:00There once was a man......who said, "No more animals. Period." He said this quite a few times. For a number of years. Every time the dog puked or peed in the house? "No more animals. Period." When it was time to pay for a trip to the vet? "No more animals. Period." When the dog was given too much popcorn and had horribly toxic, nose-burning gas? "Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-66279145052988525822012-09-27T13:14:00.000-05:002012-09-27T13:14:13.973-05:00Bringing Blogging BackYou know what I've decided? I've decided that I, Michelle, Blogger Extraordinaire, am going to put those little electric paddle shocker thingies upon the lifeless chest of this blog and crank them up to... whatever level doctors crank them up to (is it, like, 4? A level 4? Or 500? I don't know)... to zap... to jump start...
Dang. That metaphor sounded Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-4314815324294553482012-09-08T14:10:00.000-05:002012-09-08T20:58:58.612-05:00The Glamorous Life: Portrait of a CashierI told you I got a job, right? Yeah, I did. As a cashier, remember? I'm back home with the kids now (yes, already), but the fact I had a job for a few months is the important point for right now. We can talk about how and why I'm no longer working later. There is definitely a-whole-nother story there. But for now? I have stories to share from myUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-91175372672891828512012-08-25T21:00:00.001-05:002012-09-08T20:59:32.108-05:00Photos for Grandma...A few pics to make the Grandmas happy. These were taken tonight at Tucker's birthday dinner. Happy 14th birthday, Tucker! Love you, sweetie!
So proud of this bunch!
Savannah, Alex's girlfriend (soon-to-be fiancee-Yay!), is the blonde beauty in green and BayLeigh, Evan's girlfriend, is the pretty one in black holding Sam.
I swear Tucker's cake was not as pitiful as it Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-12992704116228178642012-07-29T10:41:00.001-05:002012-10-10T14:35:22.606-05:00Deep Thoughts With MichelleI've had so many posts rolling around in my head lately that they're actually starting to make noise up there when they clink together. I'm pretty sure others can hear it, too. And they're important posts... Not my usual, goofy tripe. We're talking Deep, Deep Stuff here... Intellectually stimulating. Spiritually convicting. Inspiring. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-75934796400109600552012-05-18T16:16:00.001-05:002012-05-18T16:16:43.816-05:00And it just keeps getting better...I've recently been informed that:
A) My uterus should be tossed in a dumpster sometime soon (This is so incredibly awesome because, as you know, I have no health insurance and am approximately 3 steps above a coal miner from the 1930's on the wealth scale. Actually, the coal miner could probably afford to take me out to dinner, so maybe he's 3 steps above me. Want to guess theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-78989319984216666742012-05-09T21:14:00.001-05:002012-05-09T21:15:09.675-05:00The Birth of a PhobiaWhat is the deal with me and medical (or dental) professionals? Why do I always wind up with the guy who graduates at the bottom of his class from Bub's House of Doctorin'?
You remember I recently told you I had a tooth pulled, right? And that there would be a story forthcoming? As always, my story shall be long and oh-so-rambly, but the point you must take with you in Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-62373935013233454252012-04-20T00:56:00.000-05:002012-04-20T00:56:53.539-05:00The LatestThis is crazy-long. I would suggest splitting this post into 3 chunks, stopping for meals in between. Of course, it never matters what I'm doing- I always suggest stopping for meals in between.
So, anyway... The day I once dreaded years ago as a young, new, homeschooling mom finally came to pass. On Tuesday, March 6th, around 2:30- shortly before school ended for the day-Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-24618934685257828762012-03-31T12:01:00.001-05:002012-03-31T12:03:12.558-05:00HiIt's been awhile, huh? Sorry about that. I'm a crappy person. There's just been nothing worth blogging. Everything here is the same.
Did you see Hunger Games yet? Or do you not even care? What did you think? I liked it. Didn't love it. Movies can never compare to great books. But it was good.
I just read Divergent yesterday (by Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-56599424741825980952011-12-31T14:28:00.000-06:002012-10-10T14:34:14.823-05:00Happy New Year!Hey! Long time, no blog. I'm turning into one of those horrible bloggers, like that Looking For George lady who leaves her admiring readers dangling for months at a time (hint, hint).
I'm sorry, precious readers. All two of you. I would promise to do better in the future, but I'd be lying.
I hope you had a very merry Christmas. Ours was nice, but hectic for Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-38806972709386018612011-11-08T14:12:00.000-06:002011-11-08T14:12:42.612-06:00Locks of Love 2011I'm obnoxiously proud of my sweet girlies. We mailed off two beautiful braids today to Locks of Love. This is Olivia's 2nd year to donate and Bri's first. They both look really cute with their new bobs, but I'm willing to admit I'm a wee bit biased.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-52247639172259713452011-10-08T20:14:00.001-05:002011-10-08T20:17:58.959-05:00The long and short of it (But more long than short)...When I posted at the end of June, I was in the middle of a whinefest about my health.
Wait a sec... Do you even remember me? Should I reintroduce myself?
This is the fat chick who blogs here.
And this fat chick has more important things to talk about today than herself (write that down- you don't hear that from me often).
As you know from my last post, Darrell is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-77407063756257847812011-10-04T11:16:00.000-05:002011-10-04T11:16:50.821-05:00KIDNAPPED: Amber Alert issued! Please read!
A cousin on Darrell's side of the family was kidnapped last night in Kansas City (she is Darrell's 1st cousin's grand baby).
She is a 10 month old baby girl named Lisa Irwin and was apparently taken from her crib as she slept. You can read about it here: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/44771585/ns/local_news-kansas_city_mo/.
At this time, I have no idea who took her or where she is. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-77498451682367952742011-06-20T02:15:00.000-05:002011-06-20T02:15:31.598-05:00Fibro Follies, Part OneI didn't know what to call this post, so I settled for the above title. ...Meh.
If you have any quippy, funny, smarty-pants ideas for future post titles on the topic of Fibromyalgia, I'd love to hear them, my darling, precious 4 remaining readers.
I received a few emails after my post the other day (about the pain I'm in), as well as a comment or two here, and I wanted to clarify aUnknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662209762016573627.post-60796764179199007352011-06-15T23:38:00.000-05:002011-06-15T23:38:03.249-05:00Pillow TalkThis is an honest-to-goodness conversation I had just moments ago with the Samster... God help me.
Me (with eyes closed- trying to look asleep- and jaw clenched): Mommy's getting mad, Sammy. Go to sleep.
Sam: Okay.
...
...
Sam: I patting yuhs arm, Mom? I pat yuhs arm. ... That nice, Mom? I be nice, Mom?
Me: Yes, that's nice. You are very nice.&Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5