I am not sure how others do their Follow Friday thing, but this is my going to be my mine. I am picky about what blogs I follow. Mostly, I follow blogs of people who are similar to me or have the same interests I do. Once in awhile, I follow bloggers who I feel are so darn idiotic that they are worth following. Hence, here is my first Follow Friday post, look for them at least once a month.
Without further ado, here is my Follow Friday Three Blogs I Stalk and NOT just on Friday choices:
The Adventures of Super Mega Dad Super Mega Dad (SMD) is an absolutely super dad who writes about his adventures in parenthood. SMD is married to Super Mommy and is Super Dad to Princess K and Super Michael and some of their adventures include: bedtime, field trips, homework, movies, poop, and sibling rivalry. One of the things I find most interesting about SMD is his vast knowledge of baby/kiddie talk. You would think he took Baby/Kiddie Language 100, 101 and 102, in addition to an advanced placement course on the topic. Here is a particular except from a blog post titled “So many blogs, so little time”. This is the blog post that got me hooked, and in case you are wondering, Super Mommy is feeling better these days.
“Sadly, Super Mega Mommy is still sick. The tummy still isn’t happy with her, and she’s even gained some more very interesting side issues which just add to the whole funness factor. If it’s not one thing, something new always comes to poke it’s germy head out. At this point in time, we’re just expecting the four horsemen to proclaim the beginning of the end is near and for all of humanity to shake with fear. She’s still going like a trooper though, and has even been going to work. Today, however, they kicked her out because she might spread her newest cooties around the office, but alas, after a quick check on Google and ContagiousOrNot.com, it appears her cooties are done spreading willy nilly and have decided to tuck in for the long haul, so she’s allowed to grace her coworkers with her presence once again. She’s pretty bummed out because there was a good chance she was going to be able to work from home. I personally think she got the better deal, though. Otherwise, she would have been on potty duty with me. And believe me, potty duty isn’t as much fun as it sounds. Oh NO. Just a couple of hints on this one. Really wet, smelly toddler, and really wet, smelly carpets. I just shudder thinking about it. I mean, EWWWW! There has GOT to be an easier way. And THIS break from school, I PROMISE that we will keep up on doing school work. The last break, he forgot EVERYTHING he learned and it was a VERY painful month or so before we got back into the whole game again. It was like the dam sprung a leak and 1+1 just started leaking out of his ears. So, there you have it…my past couple of weeks in a nutshell…Germs, poop, and hissing. But, hey, it’s Spring time, the bunny is going to be laying some eggs here this weekend, and I’m a Super Star! I wouldn’t want it any other way.
So if you in the mood to read about “germs, poop, hissing” and much more, be sure to check out Super Mega Dad’s Blog.
Not Your Average Soccer Mom Brandy is definately not your average soccer mom and her profile picture says it all. (Don’t believe me, go check it out!) Brandy is also a wife; stepmother to two; a grandmother, and an aunt to “3 bratty nephews and 1 beefy niece”! Brandy may have her hands full with all these family members, but she still makes time to entertain her followers, some posts serious, some funny and some downright outrageous. She has her Blog Fart Friday post up if you care for a laugh or two, or you may even end up having to visit the restroom. Brandy is also known to cause chaos and uproar – just take a long at this post titled “Provocative? Perhaps…” I think all the unexpected comments hit the spot, and clown porn, well you will just have to find that out for yourself.
Outnumbered The last of my Follow Friday pick’s is Jason’s Outnumbered. Jason is married and has two daughters and being the only man in a house full of females means headaches and heartaches for Jason. (Wait until they grow up, Jason.) Jason never imagined he would have daughters and of particular note is this post titled: “I suck…goodnight”. Here is an excerpt from that post:
“I love my daughters. They have completely changed me as a human being. I’m a much better man today because of what they’ve taught me. But… I don’t want to see their vagina. Not now. Not later. Not ever. I don’t mind the two second wipe here and there or the cute little naked dance they sometimes do after bath time. It’s the intricacies of the V that I need not endure. I don’t want to see it spread open. I don’t want to know that it itches or that it’s dirty. I certainly don’t want to hear my daughter tell me that there is a piece of skin in there that looks like a knot. Look away. Please. My eyes burn. Nothing to see here. This is where Mom starts earning her cash money. Thank you very much.”
Yes, Jason’s posts are all this wrapped up and crazy, but if you really want to find out, why not go and take a look-see at Jason’s blog. You will be hooked, I promise.
Well folks, here are my three Follow Friday picks, how about you? What are yours?
I also never realized where my life would take me. I don’t talk or blog about this much, but nine years ago, I boarded a plane from Jerusalem, Israel back to the United States with a heavy heart and my now nine year old that was only five months old at the time. I walked away from an abusive marriage and three young daughters who I had no choice but to leave. I don’t regret walking away, but what I do regret is not fighting hard enough to keep my daughters and to get them back when my ex-husband and his family took them away.
My communications with my daughters are limited and more than anything in the world – I want to hold them again, even if it is just one more time. My girls are now ages, 13, 12, and 10 and nine years have gone by since I had to walk away in July 2000. I never stop missing them, but I have learned to accept the choices that I had to make all those years ago.
One thing I can truly tell you is that God never forgot me. He gave me two more wonderful sons, my now nine month old and my step-son and then there is my amazing nine year old who has been my rock all these years and is grown up beyond his years. Moreover, I have learned to love again in a way that I never knew existed. My boys are kind, wonderful and just absolutely amazing. I never knew I could be loved so much. In addition, I have nephews who are the same. They would move heaven and earth for me and they love me in ways I never knew I could be loved.
I used to think love was simple and existed in only one form, but the first time I knew true love was the day that I become a mother. I love being a mother and I love being an aunt and I love being an older sister. My almost 18 year old brother, who I have watched grow up and helped raise, is now an amazing young man who loves me unconditionally and would do anything for me.
Sometimes, I sit back and look at how difficult this last year has been for my husband and I financially and it still hasn’t gotten better, but then I look at the boys in my life and how wonderful they are and how good of a person they have made me and I forget everything. Yes, this is what it is all about.
I lost something nine years ago that I never thought I could get back and that was my heart. It was heavy and filled with anger, hurt and a lot of resentment for so many years. I never stop missing my daughters and there were days where I wondered if I could have done something different and then I remember that I had no control over those events. For so many years, I couldn’t see the whole picture. My daughters are growing up, and even though it is without me, they have turned out just fine and they had not forgotten how much I love them and miss them and one day, their father won’t have any control of them being in my life. I know that I didn’t raise them, but they are still my daughters and I wait for the day when they are back in my life.
I have spent eight days now with my amazingly rowdy but wonderful nephews (while their parents are on their second honeymoon-ten days- after 16 blissful years of marriage) and I have come to realize that life and love are complicated. More importantly, both are real and it is up to all of us to figure out what kind of love makes us happy. For me, I love being a mom, an aunt and a big sister and that, well, that is simply enough for me. That’s what it’s all about!
And I wouldn’t change a thing. Just an additional note: The boys in my life, my sons, my nephews and my little brother – they watch me struggle with Rheumatoid Arthritis and Fibromyalgia and they are my rocks to lean on. They are supportive and understanding and I am a lucky woman to have them all in my life. They are all going to grow up into wonderful young men and the credit – well, it is due to their mothers and all the women in their lives.
The boy who expects every morning to open into a new world finds that today is like yesterday, but he believes tomorrow will be different Charles Dudley Warner American Editor and Author
1) Ignore anyone who says “Good Morning” to you. For an added bonus, glare at them.
2) Call your boss on the telephone, say your name and then say “I just called to tell you I can’t talk to you right now. Bye.” Don’t wait for a response and hang up.
3) Leave your fly open all day and when and if someone points it out, tell that you prefer it that way since it lets out odor.
4) If you are in a middle of a meeting, suddenly shout “bingo!” and then quietly sit down.
5) Shout to your boss “I like your style” and give him or her a thumbs up sign.
6) Walk sideways to the copy room and give a thumbs-up sign to everyone who looks at you like you have gone nuts.
7) Copy your butt at the copier and leave the copy at the machine. (This is a sure way to get fired.)
8) Turn on the faucet in the break room, kneel down and drink directly from the faucet.
9) At the end of a meeting, suggest the National Anthem be sung and then start singing.
10) Walk into a busy meeting and switch the lights and off until someone asks you to stop and then walk out.
11) Carry your keyboard over to a co-worker and ask if they want to trade.
12) Hang a 2 foot long piece of toilet paper from the back of your pants and act really surprised when someone points it out and just for show, let all your blog followers know how long it took for someone to notice.
13) For a sure way to get fired – disappear into the bathroom and emerge with your pants over your head. Then start dancing around in front of your co-workers/boss around the office. Make airplane noises for an added bonus and then return to the bathroom, get dressed and return to your desk/work space as if nothing happened.
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Without any solution to who should be holding the belt, SmackDown GM Theodore Long addressed the issue by setting a rematch between Edge and Jeff Hardy at Extreme Rules. Moreover, after the announcement of the match, Jeff Hardy suggested a match between the two and the winner decide the rules for the match to be held on June 7. After winning that match on last Friday’s SmackDown, Jeff Hardy chose a ladder match in which the two contenders would face off for the World Heavy Weight Championship. Neither contender is a stranger to ladder matches and both have won many ladder matches so Extreme Rules Ladder Match could be one of the greatest ladder matches ever.
The question now remains, where will Matt Hardy be? My suggestion to Matt: Stay Home or Be Forcibly Removed.
First, I would like to say I love my older sister, I would do anything for her, and that is the problem. When she asked me to take her three boys (ages 11, 13, and 15) for ten days, I didn’t think twice and agreed. After all, she is my sister and sisters should always be there for each other. Now, don’t get me wrong, they are good boys. They have good grades, never get in trouble at school and they help out at home, but they are still boys, and what do boys do when they are bored? They wrestle, poke and punch each other, get really loud and can be quite obnoxious, and drive you to the point of insanity with their constant bickering. To say the least, it is a complicated hair-raising adventure.
I am a mother to boys myself and I can tell you that it is not all bad. Boys love their mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters (all the women in their lives) unconditionally and are there for you in a heartbeat and despite all their fighting, they love their brothers. My nephews, for all their faults, are good and kind boys. They are going to grow up to be exceptional men and my sister is doing a great job. It doesn’t mean, however, that raising boys is easy. As I said, boys are complicated. They can’t sit still for five minutes or even long enough for you to finish a sentence. As a matter of fact, last night, they were sitting around watching a movie and every few minutes, one pokes the other and a riot arises. Even dinner turns into a WWE event. It would be nice to watch the movie, but I figure that house full of rowdy children is better than a house with no children at all.
While my sister and my brother-in-law enjoy their second honeymoon, after sixteen blissful years of marriage, I will sit back (and try to stay out of a mental institution) and remind myself that this is what sisters are for and that I am pretty lucky to have sisters. Sisterhood is a great bond that can stretch over hundreds and even thousands of miles. Isn’t it nice having sisters?
I have learned the phrase “Stop beating up on Adam!” without flinching, and know the precise time to say it. And yes, I know when they are beating on Adam even if I am in another room. Poor Adam! And I have learned to shut all the noise out and I no longer wonder how my sister does it. Yes, I love my sister, but these five days need to come to a conclusion and despite the misadventures in boy land I am having, I sure hope that they are enjoying themselves and not just simply missing their chaotic life.
I will leave you with a quote by John Andrew Holmes about the things that boys are made of.
1. Good Night Moon – I have it memorized so I let the baby to chew the book while I recite it to him.
2. Green Eggs and Ham – Would you like to read it? Would you like to read it in a box, with a fox wearing those ugly socks? Would you like it here, would you like it there? I am SO tired of reading it everywhere!
3. Super Fudge by Judy Blume. This is Blume’s sequel to Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. Peter tells us about his younger brother Fudge, who apparently is the biggest pain ever invented. Moreover, Fudge is only five and knows where babies come from and he wants to be a bird when he grows up. (The kid has high expectations.) Apparently, Peter, a pre-teen, has just found his mother is pregnant yet again and probably carrying a duplicate version of Fudge. When Peter gets a new sister, he relieved but deals with a now jealous younger brother. In addition, his family moves to a new town. Poor Peter! Can things get any worse?
4. Guess How Much I Love You! By Sam McBratney. You know the one with the wee little rabbit that tells his daddy that he loves him as high as he can reach, as high as the trees, as high as the sky and as high with boredom and fatigue I get when I read this one.
5. Elmo Says. Who doesn’t love Elmo? You won’t love him when he makes up his own version of Simon Says. The first two reads are bearable but try reading it over and over several thousand times a week to a nine month old that starts to cry every time you try to catch your breath. But Elmo is adorable, you say? Elmo stops getting adorable the more times you hear “Elmo Loves You!” in your sleep.
6. My Teacher is an Alien. By Bruce Colville. Substitute teachers are weird without reading this book and now, my nine year old thinks any of one of his teachers could be an alien.
7. The Invisible Harry by Marthe Jocelyn. The moral of the story: never bring home a stray puppy after your mom has told you not to and that invisible may not really be invisible after all. At least, that is my son’s version.
8. Fudge-a-Mania by Judy Blume. (We just started this one.) Peter’s back with Fudge and his evil nemesis, Sheila and what’s worse is that they are all vacating together.
9. Timmy Turner, Action Hero (Fairly Oddparents Chapter Books) by Marc Cerasini. Not sure how I got conned into reading this one, a.k.a. listening my nine year old read to me and his baby brother. Our hero Timmy is back in yet another corny adventure with his fairy parents, Cosmo and Wanda. Timmy wishes he could play with his Crimson Chin doll one more time and makes a wish, granted by his fairy parents, to be the same size as the annoying doll.
10. You’re a Good Mom (and Your Kids Aren’t So Bad Either): 14 Secrets to Finding Happiness Between Super Mom and Slacker Mom by Jen Singer. This is probably the only grown-up book I have had a chance to read lately and I actually just finished it. Go me! The title says it all, but you have to read it or else you will continue to allow those kids to make you insane.
11. Even June Cleaver Would Forget the Juice Box: Cut Yourself Some Slack (and Still Raise Great Kids) in the Age of Extreme Parenting by Ann Dunnewold. I am just starting to read this one after purchasing it way back in January. Chapter 1 is appropriately titled (just for me) “Help! I can’t keep up with the Mommy Olympics!” And the answer to that is – who can! Well I have learned all I need to need from this one. Just kidding folks, I am going to read it and finish it no matter how long it takes and I will be sure to tell you all about it. Long overdue, but I will!
12. Constitutional Law by John E. Nowak. Why? You ask? Well, because I do not have a choice! It is part of the curriculum for the first course in my master’s degree in legal studies program. Yes, I finally went back and you know what I realized? I realized that it was a good thing I was born an American citizen because I would have never passed the citizenship test.
13. Here we are at no. 13 and the last response for my Thursday Thirteen and I am catching my breath. However, no. 13 is not a book. It is the latest WWE magazine with Dave Batista “The Animal” on the cover. I had to fight my son for it several times since it arrived so I ended up waiting until he was sleeping and stole it. I am a bad mommy! In my defense, that is what happens when you read numbers 1 – 9 over and over until you are blue in the face!
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I have been stalking Lana’s blog, The Kids Did WHAT? on a daily basis hoping my Canadian friend will get her blogger mojo back. I am sad because I miss her. Do you? Since I cannot assemble in front of her home and protest, I will continue to stalk her blog until she returns along with her blogging mojo. At least, she kind enough to let us know she is still alive.
Last night, Judgment Day 2009, Chicago, Jeff Hardy was again betrayed by his brother, Matt, allowing Edge, The Ultimate Opportunist, to keep his World Heavyweight Championship. It appeared that Jeff was winning the match and put a valiant effort in, but Jeff’s brother changed the course of the match when he hit Jeff in the head with his heavy cast knocking Jeff unconscious, something the referee did not see. After the attack, Edge was able to carry an unconscious Jeff back into the ring, pin him and keep his title.
Matt not only hurt his brother physically, but he also smashed his brother’s dream of regaining his former title, yet again, and as he did at the Royal Rumble several months prior. Ever since the Royal Rumble match, Jeff has been burdened by Matt’s betrayal that was thought to have been settled at Backlash when Jeff finally got revenge by winning the emotionally charged “I Quit” match forcing Matt Hardy to utter the words “I Quit!”
There is a good possibility that if Matt had not intervened Jeff would be walking away the World Heavyweight Championship last night. As for Edge, he is the Ultimate Opportunist and as fans know, Edge will seize an opportunity when given that option. For this, he is a nine-time world champion and is on top of his game, though not too liked by fans, including my son and I.
Jeff Hardy will not give up until he regains his title and I am pretty sure the Jeff and Matt Hardy feud is not over just yet and with the Extremes Rules event airing June 7, 2009, we are sure to see another Hardy vs. Hardy match and a high Direct TV bill, as noted by my darling husband.
Thursday Thirteen is usually my time to show off my nonsensical and sometimes even ridiculous/absurd/illogical/silly/ludicrous/preposterous love for the humor in my life and most of all, just to make you laugh/smile/go all hysterical, but today I am taking a different approach. I am going to show you a side of me you don’t usually see. This is who I am underneath that quite often crazy/wild/passionate/fanatical/extreme/foolish/idiotic/outrageous sense of humor.
Thirteen Things I am Grateful For and Appreciate About My Life
1. Being a mom
2. Being a wife
3. Being loved unconditionally and purely by my children
4. Being loved for who I am and not having to worry about being fat or skinny, whether beautiful or not, etc. from my husband who tells me everyday that he loves me because of my intelligence first and foremost.
5. That I was born in America – the greatest country in the world.
6. Being able to provide for my family and both my husband and I being employed and being able to weather the storm for the months that my husband was unemployed.
7. Waking up every morning and being able to enjoy way what life has offer.
8. Being healthy – Rheumatoid Arthritis and Fibromyalgia will not stop me from enjoying my life.
9. My faith and my belief in God and his power to watch over me and guide me every day.
10. My strength and my determination to always fight
11. My intelligence – something most people often forget about in themselves. It is something that I remind myself everyday. It is a gift that I have been given and I am forever grateful for it.
12. Lessons in my life that made me the person I am today.
13. Getting older – I love it. I love that getting older means being better, stronger and wiser.
A sound mind in a sound body, is a short, but full description of a happy state in this World: he that has these two, has little more to wish for; and he that wants either of them, will be little the better for anything else. John Locke
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My Canadian friend, Lana, over at The Kids Did WHAT has been stalking my blog and yours because she has blogger’s block, unfortunately. While I have no problem with Lana stalking my blog, I miss her blogging ideas and I am hoping she will get her blogging mojo back real soon. I have even offered a prayer for her which I stole from Kelly over at Close to Home and I asking that you offer Canada Lana your blogger prayers as well. Here is to missing you my blogger friend and hoping you get your blogger mojo back.
The Bloggers Prayer
***Blog Stealing is a term I coined to use when I steal content from the blogs of other bloggers as I have done here from Kelly’s blog. And just an F.Y.I. – if you steal content from other bloggers, please don’t claim it as your own. That is not nice and by all means, please let us know where you stole it from so the rest of us can steal it as well and we,too, will let everyone know that it was NOT ours to start with. Yes, the cycle of thieves continues.