There’s a fresh, hot, Cinnabun in my oven and the timer’s set for January. January 6th to be exact. Although, taking into consideration the way the eclair and the danish cooked up… we’ll need to be prepared by December 1st, at the latest.
*Star wars theme inspired by Princess Leia’s cinnamon roll hair, of course.
I have waited to make the “official” announcement due to many factors, the main one being that my pregnancies always seem to be as much fun as a cake-less birthday party and as difficult as pushing a car with square wheels up a hill – both ways in the snow, of course. In other words, I wasn’t sure we were gonna make it this far and once that card has been dealt… well, you’ve licked the back of it and stuck it to your forehead.
By Jennie – September 1, 2010Posted in: Drop and Rock
Here it is, the first of the month again already. Don’t shoot the messenger, I’m getting old, too. I’ll start worrying the day I decide it’s time to start getting regular perms and switch to Pert haircare products. Then again, it will be a breath of fresh air to see the look on my children’s faces the first time they have to change one of mommy’s “big stinkers.”
September’s “Stop, Drop, and Rock” song is……. FOOTLOOSE by Kenny Loggins.
First off; Kenny Loggins?? Really? I have been madly in love with this song since dancing right out of my cloth diapers to it (yes, my mother was a bit off her rocker) and had no idea it was Kenny Loggins. Second; It’s a damn good thing that God created Google. Seriously. Third; Go Kenny. You rock, dude.
So, in all honesty, I had no idea what this month’s song was going to be. I’ve been struggling with it since about the 2nd of last month. I knew, and then I didn’t. And then I did again, and then I didn’t. The fluctuation based primarily on the fact that every time I found a song I could so totally get down to, I heard it about 100 times over again in the same damn day. Stupid radio. You killed the video star.
And then, it happened. The greatest “light bulb moment” I’ve ever experienced. Well, aside from the first night I had Hunter and was laying in bed staring at him like; “Oh crap. Oh crap. I am totally responsible for this human being. Double crap. He’s so screwed.” This afternoon, I was browsing around stalking reading some of my favorite bloggers, and Heather from Dooce had posted this totally swingin’ video on yesterday’s post. After snapping myself out of the seriously too-legit-to-quit “shopping cart” and “sprinkler” moves that were tearin’ up my dance living room floor, it hit me… Dude, that’s it! That’s totally it!
So, my peeps. Crank it up and let loose…. Footloose.
Remember my shy, adorable, loving little boy? The one that always says “please” and “thank you” and “mommy, could I?” His name is Hunter, he is 4 years old, and I’m pretty sure that a rabid badger locked him in the closet and moved into his bedroom this last week.
My sanity said; “Fuck this!” and flew the coop sometime over the weekend. The mother in me is playing Charades and has picked the Super Nanny card, sounds great, but less then encouraging since I totally suck at that game. Its times like this that I just want to crawl into my bed and call my mother to come take over. Which would totally go against everything that my therapist has ever told me.
Yes, I realize that I am a bit late on the “Friday Flip-Offs.” I am, however, a firm believer in “better late than never.” The truth is, I’ve been sick as hell and in a horrible mood. Which, typically wouldn’t stop me from writing one doozie of a ranting post, but quite frankly if I started flipping shit off on Friday, I’d still be writing that same post today.
So, I’ve been a little bitchy… and my husband hasn’t missed an opportunity to point this fact out. Good call on that one, right? ‘Cause there’s nothing that makes a woman in a shitty mood in an even shittier mood than her husband pointing out the fact that she’s in a shitty mood. ‘Course, I already knew my attitude status prior to his decision to throw gas on the already well–lit fire. I’m not sure exactly what it was that tipped me off, maybe the toilet paper balls stuffed so far up my nostrils I had the quilted pattern imprinted on the back of my throat. Then again, I guess it could have been the 6 inch spiked nail it felt as though I had jammed in-between my eyes. Whatever “it” was, or is, today’s flipping is written in dedication of it. ‘Cause “it” deserves one big ass middle finger straight up in the air. So, let the flipping begin…
Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time perusing through all of the different “mom blogs” looking for the funniest and most controversial. Why? Because I just love...
I am so excited to announce that Modern Mamaz will be releasing a new T-Shirt line come September! Final touches are being made as we speak (or, as I...
Because there are just certain mornings that you need a little extra encouragement.
I love this cup. I’m like a kid that just got a new Elmo shirt with it…...
