Getting it Done Friday #3: Stop Trying to Be Super Mom


As moms, we constantly have to keep a game face on. We do everything just because we have too. After all, is there anyone else willing to do it? Moreover, each and everyone Super Mom wears that super cape and feels that she must be super all the time and every where. Super Moms are constantly trying to carry the world’s (well, almost) on their shoulders. The truth is no one can carry the world on their shoulders on a daily basis, even God, when he created the heavens and the earth rested on the 7th day. It can really take a toll on a person and there will be plenty of tears when it does.

I, as a Super Mom, worry so much that it results in nightmare on an almost nightly basis. I wear my Super Mom cape and forget how vulnerable that makes me. Every Super Mom thinks she is invisible. We are not our mothers, nor are the mothers portrayed in Ozzie and Harriet, Leave It to Beaver, Donna Reed and many more. Nowadays, Super Moms have twice as much responsibility. We need to take care of our families and hold down full or part-time jobs.

I work full-time, do freelance document preparation work, attend school part-time working on master’s degree, and I take care of my family while my husband’s job takes him all over the country and involves 60 hour work weeks. (I lost count, how many jobs do I have?) Every evening, I start the second shift. Arlie Hochschild first introduced us to the concept “the second shift” in the late 1980s to define the domestic work that working women perform when they arrive home after their workday is complete.

Nobody can manage home and work life without having it take some kind of toll on them. Unfortunately trying to be a Super Mom can result in physical and emotional suffering and stress related conditions. Many moms try and sometimes they succeed and sometimes they do not.

Here are some Super Mom survival ideas that I have come across in my quest to be the greatest Super Mom ever! (I think, however, that title belongs to Michelle over at The Adventures of Super Mom.)

1. Find balance: Prioritize what is important, – your kids. One day they will be all grown up and you will be wishing they were children again. And who cares if your housekeeping suffers?

2. Think about your health and ask for help when you need. Remember to rest and take time for yourself. I have learned about having to ask for help the hard way, when it finally took a toll on me.

3. Live in the moment. Spend time with friends and family and stop worrying about what tomorrow brings. Enjoy your life and the time you have with your children before they are all grown up.

I am as guilty as each and every one of you when it comes to trying to be a Super Mom. I have read countless books on how to manage it all. Below are some recommendations that are my favorites.

Dunnewold’s book is about creating a balance between family, self and work, also ridding oneself of negative thinking, perfectionism and control issues and anxiety.

You’re a Good Mom (and your kids aren’t so bad either) by Jen Singer.
Jen’s book is about the balance between Super Mom” and “Slacker Mom” and how to fall just somewhere in between. Secret One is the best – “Super Mom is Faking It”, and as Super Moms, we know that manage life as it comes.

The Secret Life of Super Mom by Kathy Buckworth is one of my favorite books, and I am constantly recommending it to mothers every where. If you are Super Mom, you will enjoy this Kathy’s book about how Super Moms manage their lives, and not necessary always in a graceful manner. Super Mom’s home is not the cleanest, nor are her kids the most well behaved. My favorite piece of advice is taking the kids out to eat. Let them make a mess, and sit back and relax. Let someone prepare the meal, clean and mess, and just remember to leave a good tip.

Well happy reading Super Moms! Remember, you are super!

Is your man gay?


Lately, one of my Google ads is a quiz about whether your man is gay. Apparently, mine is leaning between gay and not gay. Yes, I got sick of seeing the ad and decided to take the quiz. Go try it for yourself and find out whether your man is gay. (Paul at Adoption and My Two Daddies, don’t bother taking this quiz. Ed is gay so you are safe. :)) Before I start discussing the results of my quiz, I would like to say to those who wrote the quiz, you are so off! If my man was gay or close to it, he and I would actually be on the same page, and so if he was gay (or close to it), there would be harmony in my home.

So I made my way into the quiz and I see the following header “Nobody wants to think their significant other is playing for the other team, but anything is possible. Some men are in a committed relationship and living on the down low. Is there a chance your man might prefer the company of men? Take our telling quiz and find out if you’re at risk for losing your man to the handsome guy next door.” So the question was asked and I disagreed.

Some of the questions asked include:

How often do you and your man have sex? This was the very first question. Now, what does sex have to do with it?

Has your husband ever dressed up in women’s clothing? Now what a stupid question. Just because a male is gay does not mean he would dress up in women’s clothing. A straight male wrote this quiz if you ask me.

How many gay friends does your husband have? What does having gay friends have to do with sexual preference? These people need to get real.

Has your man kissed another man? Now, how would I know that? What kind of kiss are they referring to?

How does your man feel about porn? Okay, ladies any man who says he is disgusted by porn is lying. He may be too busy or not that interested, but when that porn is right in his face, he will sit down to watch.

Which best describes your man’s Internet habits? Look at these choices.

He gets online late at night after I’ve gone to bed.
He only gets online at work and for work-related projects.
He rushes home and gets online to check his personal e-mail after work.
I’ve seen some questionable sites in his browsing history.
He surfs straight porn but leaves the gay stuff alone.
What woman is willing to admit some of these? And I swear to you, a straight man wrote this quiz.

Next, on our list of corny questions. How many male strangers does your man have on his social networking sites? And the results were:
7% Too many to count
18% A couple randoms who “friended” him
45% None
30% My man doesn’t spend time on Facebook, MySpace or any other social networking sites that I know of.

I offer no response to this one, but my man doesn’t know Facebook, MySpace, etc. Yeah, lucky me!

And my favorite question in the entire quiz.
What best describes your husband’s bathroom routine when he’s preparing to go somewhere?
4% He primps and preens for hours
9% He spends an average amount of time in the bathroom, but spends hundreds on products
72% He’s in and out
15% When it comes to getting ready, he’s like a woman.

My husband is part of that 15% and that may explain why he is leaning to both directions. I believe the words were:” Your man is really in touch with his feminine side.” Again, I disagree. If my husband was that much touch with his feminine side, we would be on the same page, now wouldn’t we?

Now, you try the darn quiz. If for some reason you are not seeing the banner on my page, go directly to the quiz. Let me know where your man ranks.

My Pal Scout Recall


This is Scout and my 11th month loves Scout. He sleeps with Scout, he plays and sings with Scout, and Scout goes everywhere. My Pal Scout is an adorable green dog with plastic decals on its paws. When the decals are pushed, the dog plays songs, speaks, barks, and even can be programmed to say the child’s name.

The Scout recall is a voluntary of about 3,700 units that were sold. The hazard is that the paws of the plush toy can be removed and apparently ingested by a child. Thus, they pose a choking hazard. There have been two reports of children removing the decals, including a report of a child ingesting a decal. Apparently, Leap Frog has asked that the toy be taken away from young children and that we contact them for a return and replacement.

So we took Scout away from the baby on Monday night and he was not thrilled. He spent the entire evening barking to let us know that he wanted Scout. He got up in the middle of the night and called out “Mama” and then barked to let me know he wanted Scout.

All I have got to say to is that Leap Frog better get their act together and send me a new Scout very fast, and they better pray that my little guy doesn’t notice that it is not “his” Scout. I am so tempted to hand Scout back to him, especially if he continues to bark. I will let you know how that plays out. Leap Frog – get your act together on this one.

For more information on the recall, go to the U.S. Consumer Product and Safety Commission website. You can also contact Leap Frog at (800) 701-5327 between 9 a.m. and 6 p.m. ET Monday through Thursday and 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Friday or visit their website.

Children of the Eighties


Are you a child of the Eighties? That is the name I prefer over Generation-X, a term created by some old fart over the age of 50 trying to figure out how to describe us.

When I came home from school, I played Atari and watched Scooby Doo. Daphne was the gal all the guys loved and Shaggy looked like he had been smoking weed since breakfast. Everyone, of course, hated that annoying Scrappy. My siblings and I woke up at 6 a.m. to watch Saturday morning cartoons. We had only one TV in the house. Remember the “Smurfs”, “Captain Caveman” and “Space Ghost”. Remember “School House Rock?”

Do you remember pretending to be the Dukes of Hazard? What was the deal with them climbing out of the windows of the General Lee? Remember “Material Girl” and “Beat It!” We knew how to Moonwalk. We dreamed about being on StarSearch. You had a special place in my heart for Michael J. Fox and Back to the Future.

Do remember reciting lines from Ghostbusters? How about watching shows like the A Team and Knight Rider? Remember pretending to be Mr. T or Michael Knight? I had a crush on Dirk Benedict. Our favorite shows were Silver Spoons, The Cosby Show, Punky Brewster, and Family Ties. And we knew what “Willis” was “talking ‘bout.” Remember putting your homework aside to watch the Afterschool Special (I think it was on ABC). Remember when cable came out and Nickelodeon? Remember Charles in Charge girls? I still have a special place in my heart for Scott Baio.

We read Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Beverly Clearly and Judy Blume books. We loved friendship bracelets and Necklaces. (As a matter of fact, my best friend April still has both halves of the best friend necklace.) We wore Velcro Reeboks and pegged jeans. Remember our layered socks and our jean jackets? Hey girls, remember Rave?

Moms always served Kool-Aid and we never drank Coke or Pepsi. Our entertainment consisted of playing outside and we would play for hours. Remember Sit-n-Spin – it always made us dizzy, but we kept playing. Remember Pogo sticks and playing jump rope.

The eighties was news worthy as well. Do you remember what an admired president Ronald Reagan was? Star Wars wasn’t just a movie. The Challenger exploded. (I was in 4th grade and we were in the library watching it on television.) It was a very sad day. Remember the protests in China’s Tiananmen Square. Do you remember how amazing it felt when the Berlin Wall fell? We saw the end of the Soviet Union and Communism. We learned about AIDs. And we listened to Billy Joel and we weren’t the ones who started the fire.

The eighties was a decade that redefined what the American Dream was all about. Half of our parents got divorced. We actually said no to drugs. We remember a time when Saturday Night Live was funny and Chris Farley lived in a van by the lake. Partying like it was “1999” still was ten years away. And we believed that “By the Power of Greyskull, you had the power!” We knew the Artist Formally Known as Prince when he was just “Prince”

Remember Trapper Keepers and how you just had to have one? How about Molly Ringwald and the Facts of Life? Freddy Krouger? Kids Incorporated? Did you have a crush on one of the Coreys? Did you have the Pac Man high score? Did you own a t-shirt that said “I shot J.R.?” Who shoot J.R. anyway and how many times did he actually die? Did your parents let you watch Dallas or Dynasty? Remember the movie “The Day After,” and how it still scares the heck of you? How about playing Simon Says? The electronic game?

I could go and on about the eighties, but my lunch hour is nearly over. What are your 80s memories? Please feel free to comment and let us know.

Follow Friday #3 – Three Blogs I Have Stalked So Much, I Should Be Arrested


Here is another installment of Follow Friday. I stalked these blogs so much I should probably be arrested. I hope you enjoy these three as much as do.

Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy takes superheroing to another level blogging about RA every opportunity he gets and offering support along the way. RA Guy’s story is about the “Adventures of a superhero on his journey through chronic pain and debilitating inflammation.” Like most of us with RA, RA Guy was diagnosed in his 30s (RA is most commonly diagnosed in the 20, 30 and 40 age groups) and since this diagnosis, RA Guy has picked up a great deal of information about rheumatoid arthritis. RA Guy has dealt with the useless meds, the major aches and pains associated with the condition, and that all-the-time sick feeling, the depression, and finally learned how to manage his RA.
Part of that management included therapy and thus, the Adventures of RA Guy was born. Humor is a great medicine, isn’t it? Make sure you check out RA Guy’s 60 Second Guide to RA which gives the short version of what RA is all about and is something even SpongeBob would totally understand.
Here is video made by RA Guy about the RA rollcoaster and what an RA flareup is like.
http://www.youtube.com/v/hjZ9XxmQxN4&hl=en&fs=1&

I am Living Proof God Has a Sense of Humor Helene is a great example of “be careful what you ask for.” After struggling to have children, Helene and her husband were blessed with not one, but two sets of twins. Being a stay-at-home mom to two sets of twins has its challenges, but it is to the advantage of the rest of us, Helene blogs to keep herself sane. Helene’s recent memo to the bosses is one for the blog books, as I am not quite sure the bosses are old enough to read quite yet, but they will in time. Here is an excerpt from part 1 of that memo:

“I am proposing a change in my hours (don’t you love how I make it sound as if it’s your decision but we all know it’s really not). I would appreciate not being expected to clock in any earlier than 7:00 am and I’d like to complete my work day by at least 8:00 pm, if not earlier. I’d also like to only be on-call at night for emergencies only, like when you have a nightmare in the middle of the night or if you wet your bed…..emergencies that do not constitute paging me: you have a booger in your nose that’s not quite within your reach or because you’re scared that your eyelashes are going to disappear if you close your eyes for too long. I haven’t decided if “my butt itches” is considered an emergency….I suppose it depends on WHY your butt itches but, chances are, it’s something that can wait until the next morning.”

For this and more great parenting advice, especially when it comes to time-outs at Helene’s, be sure to check out her blog.

Adoption and My Two Daddies Ever wished you had two daddies? I did, especially since my mother never let us get away with anything. Think about it, two daddies means getting away with twice as much. Well, Adoption and My Two Daddies is Paul’s blog all about his precious little Andrew. After 14 years together, Paul and Ed welcomed their son into the world on Christmas Eve 2007. Andrew is an adorable little character and if you did not know that he was adopted, you wouldn’t believe it. He is so much like Paul. I am sure he shares some of Ed’s qualities, but Paul is the one who blogs, the readers don’t know Ed all that well. Take a look at this video where Andrew is trying to eat all by himself. I could have watched this adorable little guy for hours. Andrew particularly melted by heart in another video where Paul tries to make a comparison between gay dads and straight dads. Andrew stole the show, and well, Paul, not so convincing. Paul and Ed plan on adopting another child, a baby girl, so stay tuned.

Well, here my three Follow Friday blogs that “I Have Stalked So Much, I Should Be Arrested” for the month of July. Make sure you check them out. What are your favorites?

Thursday Thirteen: 13 Ways RA and Fibromyalgia Have Changed Me


1. I appreciate the little things, like being able to run in the park with my kids.
2. I have learned to ask for help when I need it.
3. I have learned to focus on my strengths and not dwell on my weaknesses.
4. I focus on the things I have control over instead of the ones I don’t.
5. I have learned that change is inevitable and not always in my control.
6. I understand that is okay to be weak, as long as you do not let it consume you.
7. I have learned to reach out more.
8. Despite not loving what RA and Fibro have done to me physically, I love that I have changed as a person in more ways than I thought I ever could.
9. I have embraced my faith and belief in God more than I ever have. I have learned that God is here for every one of his children, religious or not so religious.
10. I have learned to eat healthier and to take my meds and vitamins as scheduled, instead of whenever I feel like it.
11. I have learned that money and material things do not make the person, but it is what is inside that holds greater meaning.
12. I have started to let go of things in my past that I was once ashamed of.
13. I have learned what it takes to hold a marriage together and what it takes to tear a marriage apart.

Happy Thursday Everyone! Visit the official home of Thursday Thirteen to join in on all the fun!

The Power of Ten Brought to you by RA Guy


Thanks RA Guy for reminding us that we all have the ability to raise awareness about rheumatoid arthritis.

The Power of TenTake ten minutes over the next ten days and talk to at least ten people about rheumatoid arthritis. Real awareness comes from real people! www.rheumatoidarthritisguy.com/10

Go ahead and print out ten copies of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy’s “60-Second Guide to RA” and share it. Email ten people with the link to the guide. You can blog about. You canTweet about! Share it within any social networks you belong to. Just spread the word and ask everyone you spread the word too to keep spreading the awareness.

Lack of understanding is big issue that people who suffer from rheumatoid arthritis face on a daily basis so please help bring about change. Help raise the awareness of rheumatoid arthritis. All it takes is ten minutes.

Hey God, I am still standing!


Looking from the outside, you would not how much I have been through in my life. But the fact is, I have been through a lot and every day, I think that it finally is over for me – the struggling, the worrying, etc., and but it is something new every day. God tests me on a daily basis, and I am not sure I understand why. I may not be religious, but I believe in him wholeheartedly. I ask for his guidance on a daily basis and in every thing I do, no matter how routine.

The irony is despite every test I have been put through, I am still standing, and stronger than ever. Maybe, I don’t fully understand what God’s purpose for me is, but if it is about testing my strength and belief, I am still standing, stronger than ever. The last few weeks and months have tested me in ways unimaginable and I am slowly dealing with the aftermath of that testing. I have learned so much along the way about who I am and how strong I can be and who my friends and my allies are, but mostly, I have learned to appreciate the simple things in my life, things that are priceless.

I have started to focus my thinking on spiritually and religion lately because it seems to have lead me to a better understanding of the tests that have been bestowed upon me in recent weeks and months. The Book of Genesis at 22:1-2, tells us that God came to Abraham and said: “Take your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about!” Abraham took Isaac as instructed and prepared him for sacrifice. Just then, the Lord appeared and provided a ram for the sacrifice. Of course, none of us will ever be tested in such a manner, but indeed, we will and have been tested. I look at Abraham’s story and realize how I come so close to giving up, and then the answers and solutions come at precisely the minute I wanted to give in.

Think about all the obstacles that that come in your way while you are trying to get things done, i.e., working hard to pay your bills, care for your families, etc., and then think about the story of Joshua when he was leading the Jews to what is now Israel. They had travelled long and far and they got to the flooded Jordan River. Joshua had been instructed by God to tell the priests to go first and for the people to follow in a distance. They were to walk through the flooded river and when their feet touched the water, the water would divide so that all the people would cross. The people and the priests had two choices: they could follow the command of God or they could just stay put and live on the shore. They choose to move forward and later stories about Joshua tell us that this was the very incident that gave him courage to overcome greater obstacles.

I truly don’t understand why God tests me or any of us. I just know that I am better for it – stronger and wiser. Despite all of this recent testing, I am truly grateful for all the blessings in my life. They keep me stronger and keep me standing. So, hey God, despite everything, I am still standing.


Dale Carnegie: Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.

Ray Bradbury: If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go into business, because we’d be too cynical. Well, that’s nonsense. You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.

Storms and Rainbows


The baby’s latest word is “backpack” as the Dora the Explorer “Backpack” song. My nine year old is getting excited about starting fourth grade. I am finally am starting to see the rainbow in the aftermath of the storm. The last few months and weeks have tested me in ways unimaginable and there were times when I was weak. Nevertheless, I survived the storms, and I found solutions in places I never knew I would. I am finally breathing a sigh of relief, and I know that there is a still a lot of work to do.

Every storm leaves damage behind, but it is now time to clean up. Before I was just trying to brave the storm and now I am dealing with the aftermath. Despite that, I know that the clouds have cleared and that rainbow is getting closer. Every storm leaves damage behind, but once the clean up starts, the healing begins. I am finally healing.

My husband and I have had a rough year, financially and emotionally. Our marriage has been tested, as has our faith. I have prayed and sought guidance. That prayer is what has kept me strong even it I thought I was weak. I look around and I see that “we” are still standing, stronger than ever, and I never want to look back. More importantly, I have learned to avoid the mistakes that put us in the eye of the storm in the first place.

I have learned who my friends are and I learned that families are there for a purpose.
I learned that marriages can survive.
I have learned that children keep you strong.
I have learned the power of prayer and how to trust in my faith.
I have found that God hears our prayers, and he tests us from time to time.
I have learned that sometimes you have to fall in order to find the strength to get up again.
I have learned to find joy in the little things.
I have seen a weak side of myself and I have seen a strong side.
I have learned what it takes to hold a marriage together and what it takes to tear it apart.
I have learned that enemies can be allies.
I have learned to that strangers can turn out to be good friends.

I have cried and I have cursed. But I am still standing. Yes, I am and with my dignity intact.

I listened to a complete stranger tell me the hell that he has been through and how he managed to get up again. Then, I told him my story and he told me that I, too, would through this.

America has been through a rough storm in the last few years. I am not alone. I am not the only one struggling with financial difficulties even though sometimes it feels like it. I have cried, I have healed, and every day, I heal more. So tonight, I pray, not for myself, but for every man, every woman, and every family who is struggling. We will get through this.

There are storms, but there are also rainbows and the rainbows are near.

Murphy’s Laws – Have you been a victim?


I am going to be AWOL for a few days. I am finishing my final project for my Constitutional Law course, but don’t fret, I will be back with my nonsense before you know it.

I am blogging about Murphy’s Laws today. You know: “If something can go wrong, it will.” “If anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.” I have complained about Murphy’s Law before and I write again, because well, I am an expert on how things can go wrong at precisely the moment you need them to go right. Lately, Murphy’s Law refuses to leave me alone. It seems like if anything can go wrong, it will.

All I know is that Murphy’s Law should be renamed Mom’s Law and this is coming from an expert. How come five minutes after you change the baby’s diaper, the baby pulls a number two, and the odor is so bad that you have no choice but to turn around and change the baby because waiting for the daycare to do it is out of the question? How come your sick child always manages to throw up on the carpet in front of the bathroom? Or when you clean your home and it looks just perfect for company, but there are no shows, but the minute your kids tear it apart, the doorbell rings. A great one is when you are all dressed up to go out and a sticky or dirty hand makes it on your clothing. Children are attracted to your best clothes like a magnet. How come when you go to the bathroom everyone needs your full attention? How about the minute you set down to have a moment to yourself? The other ironic twist is that even though Dad is around, the kids need Mom.

Previous examples of Murphy’s Law That Have Forced Me to Be a Victim
• Your child gets sick and you have a presentation to give at work, and dear daddy is nowhere to be found.
· You are running late and you forget the children’s lunches
· The baby spits up on your shirt and you don’t notice it until after that important presentation that you were already late for and had to run out of because you have to drop that sick child off at your mother’s.
· The only time you find a close parking spot when you get to the grocery store is when you have none of the children with you.
· Your noisy neighbor (That stay at home mom that makes everything from scratch and has that spotless home – you know her. Yes, the mom with the polite children that look and act nothing like yours!) only comes over when your kids have turned your living room into Fort Knox.
· One of the kids gets sick before Christmas – right about the time you have run out of sick days and you end up having to borrow a vacation day, or two or three or in my case, four, from the upcoming year.
· How about when you send your child to school, knowing all too well, that they are sick, and praying the school nurse does not call, but sure enough, she calls the minute you arrive at your desk.

For more on Murphy’s Laws, check out Murphy’s Laws of Parenting HERE.

What about you? Have you been a victim?

Thank you Super Mega-Dad!


That Super Mega Dad over at The Adventures of Super Mega Dad is one heck of a character. Okay, I am down with getting the Keepsake Blog Award and I am very thankful. (Super Mega Dad got his award from Otter Thomas over at Life of a New Dad.) However, I was not sure if I was up for the task of sharing a “keepsake moment” with you. Yes, I have had many, but I was not sure if any were blog worthy. Besides, blogging about a keepsake moment means wearing my heart on my sleeve and I have been doing that a lot more lately, thanks to Rheumatoid Arthritis and Fibromyalgia. So here is one that truly holds a place in my heart and just a warning, keep the Kleenex nearby.

Around Thanksgiving last year I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. At the time, the baby was two and half months, and I figured that there was no reason for me to be swelled up over two months after giving birth. The diagnosis was hard for me and it took me awhile to talk to my husband about it, and I wanted until all of our Thanksgiving guests parted that evening, and sat my husband down. I knew that my husband did not know anything about RA so I had to break down from what I had been reading on the internet. My husband didn’t really give me a response and just kind of moved on. Nothing usual about that, that is just the way my husband is.

My nine year old had been listening and he knew how difficult my pregnancy was because of the pain and how difficult it had been for me since the baby was born. The pain made it difficult to carry the baby and especially when I had to get up in the middle of the night. Mornings were even worse because it took me at least a half hour to get my stiff feet and legs moving. Let me tell you that my nine year old is no sucker; he is intelligent beyond his years and for a long time, it was just me and him.

Back to my keepsake moment, my nine year old, who was supposed to be sleeping, heard the entire conversation. He came to my bed the following morning and asked if I needed any help and I told him that I just needed some time to get up and out of bed, but I did not need any help. The next thing that came out of my nine year old’s mouth took me by surprise. He took my hands and told me that “we will get through this together like we always have.” Let me honestly tell you that my nine year old is my rock and he always has been. When I say he is intelligent beyond his years, it is the truth. He is a smart, kind and good kid and I am lucky, and someday, he will make some lady very happy.

Now, comes the tough part. I am supposed to place the torch/award along to some of my fellow bloggers. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love you all, but I am only going to pick five of you today. (I do not want to tick too many people off.)

And the Award goes to:

Yaya at Yaya Stuff. Ya-Ya’s the best. Go visit her blog if you don’t believe me.

Lana over at Lana’s Blog: Yes, Super Mega Dad, there are three of us! Lana guest blogged here a few weeks back. Make sure you check out her inspiring post on Marriage.

Brandy at Not Your Average Soccer Mom. It looks like Brandy is currently on vacation, but I am sure she will accept her award gracefully (well, as graceful as Brandy can be) when she gets back.

Chris at Embracing My Inner Geek since he broke his post-a-day promise and now he is stuck catching up. Well, you know what they say; it was good while it lasted.

Last, Overwhelmed Working Mom, who has either been too busy to blog or having a dry spell. That is what happens when you work in the legal profession.

Okay, everyone, accept your awards and get to blogging! Don’t forget to copy the picture of the award and attach it to your blog page.