Birthdays

My third son turned nine this weekend. It was also nine years ago this weekend my mom received her first ever speeding ticket. There is a connection. ::snort::

I’m going to share something with y’all in the spirit of keepin’ it real.

His birthday totally caught me by surprise this year. I hadn’t planned anything. Anything.

I would like to thank Amazon dot com for providing me with an Amazon Prime membership and free two-day shipping. Neither of which were really free.

There was no wrapping paper at this birthday party. I simply handed him the Amazon dot com boxes and smiled.

I would also like to thank Kroger for providing a superb Chocolate Fudge cake. I’m told it was super moist and scrumptious. In fact, I’m slightly miffed he loved it so much. ::wink::

Birthday candles? Oh, right. I seem to never have those.

I found a number one candle I stuck on top of the cake and told him to pretend it was a number nine. Apparently, his imagination needs a little bit of work ‘cuz he was not seein’ a nine. ::snort::

So there y’all have it. I’m no super mom.

What do birthdays look like in your house?

<—— Me @ 33

Polka dot jammies – check. Bed head – check. By the way, I desperately need a haircut. Like really, really bad. Coffee breath – check. Eye boogies . . . . never mind. I got rid of those before the picture. A few extra wrinkles – check. A few extra gray hairs – check.

Overall, I would say not much has changed since I was 32. Of course, that was only yesterday.

About yesterday. You people crack me up. I’ve never been called a goober so many times in one day. I would be offended, but for some reason I feel like I’m in good company.

I just love you guys. Er, girls. And one guy {Shout out to Doug!}.

Hands down, the funniest comments I read yesterday were those saying they weren’t surprised I snorted. Or slobbered. Um, am I gaining a reputation here?

Thanks to all of you who took time out of your busy day to participate in my utterly, time-wasting challenge. The lucky winner of our little pop quiz, chosen by Random.org, is Kendra aka The Meanest Mom. You now have a $20 gift card to Amazon.com waiting in your inbox.

Does anyone remember me sharing last week about trying something new and not giving in to fake fear?

Bueller? Bueller? Anyone? Anyone?

I won’t keep y’all in suspense any longer. I realize some of you have lost sleep over this. A few of you have visited the doctor because of stomach ulcers due to anxiety. It’s amazing how the unknown can drive a person mad. Or to eat copious amounts of cookies. Or is that just me?

Drum roll, please.

I present . . . . .

I’ve opened an Etsy shop. I’m kinda skeeered. I’m feeling like that girl again ~ the one who walked out of the bathroom with her dress stuck inside her tights.

Right now, all I’m carrying are camera strap slip covers. I hope to add different items as I get inspired. I would love for y’all to visit and check it out. And you could always buy something. *snort* I have no idea where this will lead, what it will look like in a month or six months, or if it will just be a complete waste of my time, but I’m going to go for it anyway. Better to say I tried, than to not try at all. Right?

You can visit my shop by clicking on the little button or by clicking here.

boba fett in the house

It’s my Birfday . . . .

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