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Now with More Gratuitous Linking Action

Disclaimer: Many of the links below belong to amazing bloggers whose writings have helped me get through my morning cuppa joe. Please don't hold the fact that I read them against them. They truly deserve your reading time and shouldn't have any connection to my blog held against them!

You want
Eloquence? You want Insight? You want Wit and Humor? We've got it. We've got Playwrights, Techies, the Male - Point - Of - View, even some Big Guns. Lots of Pictures, lots of Diapers, and of course, plenty of Cheese. There's stuff to Get You Going, Stories, Quips du Jour, Recipes, even World Domination. Oh, yah, we've got the good stuff here at the 'logues!

And while I should probably just stop this post right now and let you go bask in all the bloggity goodness that we have for your perusing pleasure, I won't. Because the one thing we're short on around here is knowing when to quit.
Leaving on a high note just isn't something we do well. Plus, my sister (the only sibling who has created a blog so I can link to it... Hint, hint, join the revolution, sisters dear!) took me to task for not having updated my blog for well over a week. And rightly so. I just got stuck in the silliness of thinking that the day-to-day ramblings of my life might do little to bring in readership. What was I thinking? I feel so terrible, having let you all down. I know you've been out there, waiting, wondering, periodically checking in to find out what nuggets I would leave you with next. So here's some tidbits from my weekend. Pace yourselves... we really pack the days full 'round here!

Saturday: Woke up w/ Little Guy. Coffee for him, bottle for me. Wait, wait, let me try that again. Coffee for me, bottle for him. (Gotcha wondering what I filled his bottle with, don't I?) Waited for Big Guy to get home (he had to work the night shift). Debated the merits of
cream cheese vs. peanut butter for my sesame seed bagel. Outloud, more than likely. Can't remember, fed the baby, can't remember, changed a diaper, can't remember, Big Guy got home. Had lunch. Put Little Guy and Big Guy down for a nap. Can't remember, can't remember, can't remember, woke Big Guy up and had sex (hey, little sis, you asked for info!). Got ready to go to the zoo. Met some of the ladies who keep me sane and their big and little counterparts. Went to Amy's house for dinner. Brought my boys home, tucked them into bed (early night for the family... Big Guy had a race to run in the next morning!), and fell asleep wondering why people who worry about leaving appliances on don't just invest in those cool appliances that shut themselves off.

Sunday: Woke up BEFORE Little Guy to pack the diaper bag to get ready for Big Guy's
race. Stupid diaper bag. Stupid racers. Stupid sunshine at stupid 6:00 in the stupid morning. Gulped down two cups of coffee. Grabbed a bottle for Little Guy. Fed, changed, and dressed Little Guy. Admired the job I did of packing the diaper bag. Admired the sunshine streaming through the windows. Ahh, the cathartic feel of caffeine streaming through the veins! Racers are still stupid. Drove across town and dropped Big Guy off at the start line. Drove back across town to the finish line and found a spot where we could park the stroller and not miss any of the action. Flirted with the grandfatherly gentleman standing near us (hey, you don't use it, you lose it!). Little Guy commenced screaming. Gave him a bottle. Covered his stroller with a blanket to induce napping. Napping failed. Held Little Guy while runners began crossing the finish line. Little Guy throws his entire body forward, catching me off guard. Caught Little Guy. Upside down. Head inches away from the pavement. Lost all blood to my head. Sat down, clutching Little Guy in grandfatherly gentleman's chair. Regained color and vision. Stopped replaying Little Guy's near suicide in my head. (Sorry, no links. No one nearby was quick enough with the camera to get a postable shot.) Stood back up to see Big Guy cross the finish line (with about 80 of his closest friends!). Met back up with a stinky, sweaty, slimey Big Guy (dontcha wish I had a picture of that?!) and went home for showers and a nap. Loaded back into the car and headed to the Strawberry Festival for juicy strawberry yumminess, faux Jimmy Buffet, and relaxation. Came home, headed for bed and fell asleep wondering, yup, you guessed it, why people who worry about leaving appliances on don't just invest in those cool appliances that shut themselves off.

Still not enough for you? Well, for more random randomness, try
This on for size. We don't call her the Queen just for fun! Maybe you can give her some pointers on what to do with her tiara, though.


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5 comments:

Lora said...

this post is exactly what i needed- i love all the links,a nd put a lot of them in my favorites for later. and i'm eloquent! thank you- i needed a comment after the crazy day and three giant pimples i am dealing with!

Amy Jo said...

I always wonder if I should post about having sex when folks ask what I did the other day...even if I didn't! Tip 'o the hat to you!

Jacqueline said...

um, from a little sister's standpoint, no. no you shouldn't. you shouldn't post about having sex. not at all. obviously, I know it happens. I'm not THAT naive. However, I say again. no. too much info.

Although, on the other hand, I'd rather hear about that from you than from the 'rents. :-)

Mom101 said...

Hey, thanks for the mention - and for the eight hundred other blogs I now have to read. Er, you don't mind calling my boss and telling him I need to cut back to a 5 hour work day, do you?

mirah said...

You are tempting me mightily.

must....resist...urge....to....blog....

Sigh. The only thing holding me back is the learning curve....do I really wanna hafta learn how to blog? Or, more to the point, do you want to teach me? ;)

Yah. The learning curve. And the laundry. And the spaghetti on the walls. And--oh yeah, the kids! Yah. I think a 24 hour web cam would be easier. Although, who in the world would wanna see that?

Love ya, sis! You'll be the first to know when (if) I finally cave! I promise!