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    Everybody loves a winner…

    August 1, 2008

    …or in the case of my Bloggy Carnival contest, 2 Big Winnahs.

    I used my good buddy, the the Random Number Generator, and the two lucky winners were #’s 28 (Leah @ omommawrites) and # 77, Jacquie.

    I just want to thank all of you lovely commenters–90 comments on a single post made my week. If I were able, I’d love to give all of you blog makeovers! Since that’s not possible, the next best option is to give you a deal. For the month of August, I’m having a sale on blog customizations and blog set-ups with customization. Blog customizations are on sale for $75 (I do Wordpress, Blogger & Typepad) and blog set-ups with customization are on sale for $100. If you’re interested, contact me here and I’ll be glad to get you started!

    Thanks again for participating–I had so much fun reading all your comments!

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    Holy Crap Batman!

    July 8, 2008

    Uh…so I haven’t been around these parts for a few weeks–in my head I was all “…hmm…..okay it’s been like a week or so since I’ve written anything on the old blog…better get to gettin on that, for all five of my readers, lest they think I’ve gone to the Big Blog in the Sky.” and then I got here…and well, yeah it’s been a few weekS with a big fat old capital plural S.

    So, how’s your summer going? Mine has been going by in a blur, which is either about to get better or worse–I’m not quite sure yet. I’ve been doing enough freelancing on the side to finally justify giving my oh-so-exciting part-time job at the old Non-Profit the heave ho. Seriously, the 18th (just 8 sweet weekdays away) is totally my last day of working for The Man. Then I’m totally working for myself, which is exciting, but a little terrifying. Luckily I have a few weeks to tell if I’m totally going to sink or swim in this whole “No really, I may have a small portfolio, but I’m a fantastic freelance web designer/coder and you should totally let me build a site for you” endeavor. Guess it’s a really good thing that what I make does not in any way represent a significant portion of the old household budget, right?

    In other exciting news, I am also writing reviews over at Mommy Needs A Review. Kristen has some awesome contacts, so there will be some great giveaways. In fact, if you go to Mommy Needs A Review later on this evening, you’ll see what I’m talking about (HINT HINT, I AM GIVING AWAY SOMETHING YOU DEFINITELY WILL WANT TO WIN).

    So tell me, what exciting things are you doing with your summer so far?

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    Watching the minutes tick tick tick on by

    August 23, 2007

    I sat down over the weekend and jotted down a list of ideas and topics that I have wanted to write about for a while now. Deep thought posts on subjects like breastfeeding past a year (your chest will never be the same), why it’s okay to want to stay home with your kids (until they start cutting the back molars and then you will be glad to escape to the office), and fond memories of my grandmother’s purse and the candy contained within (mmm…linty cherry lifesavers). As you can plainly see, no such posts have been written. Not even any stuck in the writing purgatory of waiting to be edited and further tweaked.

    Amazing what a week of a 13 month old cutting teeth will do to your resolve to write more often and on better subjects. Plus, the husband is out of town again, so its just me and Owen and after a long afternoon of playing “You want this? No? Okay, maybe this is what you want? Nope again? Hungry? No? What? What? What is it?!!!!”, I tend to be a bit fried mentally by 9:30pm and all I can think is how nice it would be to just melt into the couch. Not the most conducive lead-up to a well written post.

    So instead, I share with you tidbits from the workplace. That, and more evidence that my heart truly is made from something bearing a striking resemblance to a lump of coal.

    There are some very ecclectic personalities where I work. A few are quirky in a fun, “plaid with polka dots really is a good look for you”, sort of way. Others are more quirky in the “You’re heavily medicated for that, right?” vein.

    One of these that falls into the second category works on the same floor as I do. They have a thing for leaving cute little ‘reminder’ notes all over the place, like on the copier, above the communal fax, etc. Normally, the notes fly right under my radar and I don’t give them anything more than a fleeting glance. That is until I went into the bathroom and after shutting the stall door and getting primed for what one does in a bathroom, I looked up and saw a note taped to the backside of the door. A note that instructed me, and any other users of that particular stall to, “…make sure EVERYTHING flushes!”. As soon as I finished up, I peeked behind the door in the other stall and sure enough–another matching sign. It was the third sign, placed on the paper towel dispenser, reminding me that “…washing your hands cuts down on germs!”, that just blew all the circuits in my brain. I realize that not everybody flushes and that even some people don’t wash their hands after they go to the bathroom, but really, cutesy reminder notes are not the answer.

    I came back to my office and was discussing my ‘finds’ with another co-worker and we agreed that all the signs were most likely the handiwork of our floor’s resident quirky employee. Inspiration struck me and I shared with my co-worker the cutesy addendum I wanted to print out and tape below the other two “…make sure EVERYTHING flushes!” signs–”One flush is all you’re getting out of me”, I’d put and then the kicker, “P.S: I touched everything in this stall after I was finished and before I washed my hands. Love, Me”.

    It took nearly all my self-restraint for the rest of the afternoon, but I am grudgingly proud to say that I didn’t follow through on adding my comments to the signs. I may be a meany, but I didn’t want to be responsible for completely pushing someone else over the edge…yet.

    The signs must have bugged someone else far more mature than my witty-jr. high humor-possessing self as all three had completely disappeared the next day.