November 8, 2010 by Marj Hatzell
Imagine my surprise when I went to Babble yesterday and clicked to nominate someone else and vote for them to win “Your Favorite Mom Blogger” and saw my name there. Like, eight people voted for me. And I had no idea and it’s weird. It kinda feels like that time we had to vote for stuff in high school and someone nominated me and I was all embarrassed and stuff because I didn’t know if it was a joke or if someone really liked me.
So if you like me, or you really, really hate me and you want to vote for someone else so I get an arse whoopin’, please go there and vote and stuff. Or don’t, I don’t care. Either way. I don’t know if you get A MAJOR AWARD or something but it was still a nice surprise. You know, nice to see your name there on a Monday morning and then you laugh because the people who have the most votes have a few hundred and I have eight. So basically it’s like high school all over again. They must KNOW who a band geek is just by looking at the name of their blog. Just sayin’.
Also? We went furniture sorta-shopping this weekend and bought another piece for our sectional because it was on pseudo-sale. The place was mobbed (because of pseudo-sale) and there were about thirty families with many small children, running around shrieking, jumping on the furniture and the like. Basically acting like brats. I’m sure furniture guys LOVE pseudo-sales because it drags out the pseudo-humans. Anyways. All of the kids in there were behaving like beasts. Except for mine. Mine were sitting on a nearby sofa, quietly reading a book and examining a small toy. Quietly. As in, not moving or screaming. For thirty minutes.
I KNOW, RIGHT? Who are these children and what did you do with mine? That’s what you are thinking, isn’t it?
It could be one of two things: Perhaps all of that therapy (and the meds) is finally working. Or they are both coming down with the evil flu. Let’s hope it is the former and not the latter.
Also, Also? Daylight Savings kinda sucks big, hairy rocks because I got eight hours of sleep. Over three days. No, that wasn’t a typo. Eight hours in three days. I’m shooting for at least four a night by the end of the week. Lofty goal, I know, but a girl can dream.
It’s really windy here today. All those people who raked their leaves this weekend and then put them in fifty PLASTIC BAGS by the curb and now being punished by the Big Man Upstairs because they are contributing to the landfill problem. The leaves that were previously on trees last night are now blowing down right onto their lawn. Serves ’em right, dang polluters. Teehee.
Now ‘scuse me while I drink a metric ton of tea so I can be coherent enough to do fourth grade math with Bug Boy.