So, over at
SITS, they have this really cool
"Back to Blogging" theme going on to help all us busy summer people get back into the groove of blogging (not that I had any problems with that) and commenting (and you all know how badly I have failed at consistency with this over the summer).
Hey, did you see that purty blue laundry duo in the middle of the above picture? That's Thelma and Louise (thanks to
Standards of Excellence,
Westar Kitchen and Bath, and
Florida Builder Appliances) . I could really use Thelma and Louise, especially since we have been talking about getting a new washer and dryer. There's nothing like being in a hurry for something and having to dry it 5 times before it's done. Ha. Anyway, you have to play along and do a bunch of other stuff to be eligible to win, but it's all right up my alley. (Click
here for details). So, without further ado, I give you my very first Scoop on Poop blog post...
Birthdays are the Poop
Everyone has to start somewhere, right? And not always at the beginning. Some stories start at the end. Some, like this one, start in the middle.
Ok. Technically, I'm off by one year, but who's keeping count? Certainly not myself. Anyway, happy birthday to me. Woohoo. 39.
Before you start blowing all those noisemakers and singing "For She's a Jolly Good Fellow", notice the face. Yeah. Not so jolly. (and what's with the fellow there anyway?). Far from excited.
I mean, let's face it. 39 isn't anything to write home to mom about. In fact, it is actually pretty scary when you think about it. It's one number less than 40.
Yeah. We are not going there.
So, I think I am just going to kick back, listen to the clock ticking those hours by, and smelling the goodness of those fat free blueberry muffins baking in my oven. I am going to dream of said fresh baked blueberry muffins, which, I can promise you, are NOT fat free in my dreams.
I'm going to dream of the spacious, never gets dirty historical pink and green Victorian with the Olympic sized heated pool in the backyard that my husband (who by the way looks like George Clooney's identical twin...MY DREAM PEOPLE!!) promises to buy me someday.
I'm dreaming that I have the world's most perfect children (literally I do. Except, most days I don't, but I'm working on that). Never a scratch, never a speck of dirt, perfectly polite and mannerly, never an angry outburst or toddler tantrum.
And I never, ever, ever raise my voice. (MY DREAM, PEOPLE!!)
Then... I wake up.
The 2 year old is crying under his door because he has a poopy diaper and his sippy cup is empty even though he's already pooped three times today (not to mention well past his bedtime) and had a refill on his cup, while the 9 year old ignores the "put the game away, lights out" requests, and George Clooney snores from the bedroom. (I can pretend can't I?)
C'est La Vie. Same poop, different day.
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So there you have it. The very first post I wrote on this blog way back on February 21, 2010.
You know what I like about this post? It's funny, just like me. I think it gives a great vibe of what I was trying to do here on my blog. I also like that the labels were "lies, more lies". Hahaha. I guess I was destined to start a lying meme, eh?
I don't think I would change anything about this post, either. I read back over it and I say to myself "This is a fun chick. I want to get to know her." Hahaha. Well it's mostly true, right?
Ok, now that I have totally embarrassed myself, I hope you'll run on over to SITS and play along, sign up to win Thelma and Louise too. Happy Monday!!
