BSOW: A Little Pampered Goes A Long Way

It's Friday again? Where are the weeks going? Man, I feel like if I blink, it will be Christmas! Anyway, on with the show {and the ice cream!}

This week's Best Scoop of the Week found her father's family. She wrote a letter of acceptance to her body that we should all do. She made promises she didn't keep.

She's wonderfully honest, and not the least bit pampered, but she is a Pampered Chef consultant. Today's Scoop of the Week is better known as Pampered Patty.






I asked Patty if she could switch places with anyone alive or dead, famous or not, who would she choose and why?

" if I could switch places with one person this week it would be my husband.  I think it would be neat for him to be me and see my perspective on things and it would be cool to be him as well."


Patty will be back on Monday to guest post. Have a great weekend!

BSOW: No Time Machine Necessary

The Best Scoop of the Week is so delicious, I had to save her for today. This lady knows ALL about the poop, seriously. She has swallowed her dignity only to have it come out the other end, literally. Ever experienced the grossness that is called the Men's Room? Yep, she knows all about that too. She struggles with the same "I am not my mother" issues that we all do, especially when its a battle between her mom superpowers and normal mom abilities.

She is very real, very down to earth, with a humorous and often sarcastic look at life. This week's BSOW is none other than Bella of If This Is Motherhood...





I asked her where she would go if she could jump in a time machine....

I would skip the time machine experience.  I think that every single moment in my life has made me who I am and contributed to where I am. And every single event that might happen in the future is a part of me as well.  So if I were able too, I might go back in time and enjoy certain moments again (such as perhaps the days when my children were too young to walk and talk and wreak havoc) or appreciate them more, but I wouldn't change a thing about what has happened in the past or might happen in the future. 

Bella will be back tomorrow talking about that dreaded disease we all get from time to time called "Writer's Block." You don't want to miss it.

BSOW: A Glimmer of Hope

Today I'm sharing the ice cream with another mother who has been there. She's tackling the horrors of puberty. Think soccer moms have it bad? She'll teach you a thing or two about hockey moms. She's holding down the trenches in the face of tweenhood. She's in the know on sibling rivalry. She's been given the low down on her mommy coolness factor. She simply doesn't do hugs.


She keeps "life in the fast lane. A working mom to three busy children whom are navigating their way through tweenhood, boyhood, and preschool." She claims that if she didn't laugh, she would probably cry.


So, exactly who is this super fabulous Scoop of the Week? It's none other than Heather, the Making It Work Mom!!








I asked Heather if she could have lunch with anyone, who would it be and why? Her beautiful answer is below:

If I could have lunch with anyone I would fast forward 15 years and have lunch with my oldest daughter.  She would be 26.  I wouldn't need to know all the nitty gritty details of her life.  I certainly want some things to be a surprise.  Like I don't want to know if she has children or is married or really even where she lives.  I would like for some things to be surprises.

Maybe we don't even need a full lunch, a quick coffee might do the trick.  We could just talk shoes and about the latest person to be voted off Big Brother.

I need to know that we can have a conversation.

I need to know that the parenting I am doing now, while she is 11, is actually going to work. 

I need to know that I am not messing her up too much. 

I need to know that even though she may roll her eyes at me, fuss about how mean I am, and stomp out after our conversations more times than I can count we will be okay. 

I need to know that at 26 she feels like she can lean on me and that I, at 53, will feel connected enough to her to be confident and supportive of all her endeavors.

It is hard parenting a tween and more often than not I really feel like I am blowing it. 

If I could just have a glimpse into the future and know that my tween is not going to remain bitter, spiteful, and moody. 

*sigh*

If I could just be reassured that there is the slightest chance that in the future my every word might not annoy her.

*sigh*

Just a little itty bitty glimmer of hope would be fantastic.

Have a great weekend, y'all. Don't forget to stop by My Write Side and catch up on your reading. There are new excerpts to all three of my serials over there, plus a creepy camera and a talking shoe.
 

Heather holds down the poop on Monday, so please make sure to stop back by and show her some love.

BSOW: The Cat Whisperer

It's time to share the ice cream. Today's feature is a single woman, without kids, with a great blog. She's got an interesting story to tell, and I am SOO honored to be sharing my scoops with her. She's learned how reputation isn't always a bad thing. She's kissed Pete Sampras. She's taken back her youth if only for a night. She has an unexpected night of Golden Girl hell. She turns a simple beach trip into an adventure not for the feint of heart.

Who is this week's super star? It's none other than Theresa, the One Woman Show!!

I asked Theresa: If you died and were reincarnated as an animal, what would you be and why?

Her response:

That's easy.  A cat.

Just the other day I decided to go for a walk in my neighborhood and I was hoping to run into some friendly outdoor kitties and get my feline fix since I can't have animals in my apartment building.

Within a one block radius, I made eye contact with three house cats and they all came running off their front porches and greeted me.  I sat on the sidewalk and gave them some love. They knew they could trust me. 

Call me a cat-whisperer!

For I am one of them.

Theresa

Come back on Monday for her fabulous guest post. Have a great weekend!!

BSOW: Maximum Drew

Yes, its a little late going up today, but better late than never, eh? This week's feature has her own set of Good Wife rules, knows the nostalgia of last babies, and has the fine art of getting one over on her husband down pat. She's not afraid to yell "Towanda!" to get her way. She's stifled the woes of a behind-the-times pig farmer. She has THOSE kinds of days too. And sometimes? her days go from bad to worst day ever yet she still leaves the humor intact, that is if she remembers to.

This week's Best Scoop of the Week is named Annie, and she is fresh from the throes of Maximum Chaos!





Annie was asked if a movie were made of her life, who would play her, and why....

My younger years were turbulent and chaotic - lots of DRAMA. Between the ages of 16-22 I am certain my family could have starred in a few episodes of Jerry Springer.  My family could probably still pull off a great "made for TV" movie.

If a movie were made of my life, I'd like to think Julia Roberts could play me.  As a natural red head (now more white than red at the ripe young age of 33) with 3 of 4 children also being redheads, I *LOVE* with Ms. Julia's gorgeous, flowing red tresses in Pretty Woman.  

However, as a vertically challenged woman at only 5'1", I can't pull off her long limbs. Actually, let's cut to the chase!  Since I'm not part of Hollywood, I can't pull off the stick skinny look either.  I purpose we go hog-wild with the delusions and not consider any real-life look-alikes...

Drew Barrymore.  I've always thought she seems like she would be so much fun to hang out with.  So, I choose Drew -- for no good reason, other than, she seems like she would be a hoot to hang out with.  Plus who doesn't love her spunk as the princess in Ever After - A Cinderella Story? I totally have to get me one of these costumes...

Have a great weekend, friends. Annie's back on Monday with a fabulous guest post you don't want to miss!!

BSOW: Slayer Girl

I hope y'all are ready because this is a holiday weekend. That's not anything out of the ordinary here, because you know I'll share my ice cream on Christmas. So, why do I think y'all need to be ready? Because today's Best Scoop of the Week will make you laugh so hard, you will hurt yourself and need to be taken to the ER stat. She hasn't quite learned the art of reading between the lines. She's not afraid to call herself out. She give tribute in memoriam where tribute is due. She's even got the balls to take on the infallible Gwyneth Paltrow not once but TWICE.

So exactly who is this week's BSOW? I'm sure you all know of her. She is the outrageous funny tell-it-like-it-is Suniverse!!

And she is here today to tell you all about who she would be for one day. Check it out:

If you could be anyone else for a day, who would you be and why?

Anyone? Oooooh, delicious.  I would pick Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  The t.v. one, not the movie one.  And not Sarah Michelle Gellar, although she is lovely.  Buffy the character. 

Weird? Sure.  But here’s why:

• Super power-type abilities to heal quickly.  This is quite helpful when you tend to cut yourself and scratch yourself and bruise yourself on a regular basis merely by existing on this planet.
• An excellent group of friends interested in helping me wipe out evil. It’s always great to know that friends have got your back, whether you’re up against gang of vampires or a group of evil geniuses or a weird swimming pool monster.  Or dealing with those bastards who cut in front of you while you’re waiting in line somewhere.  They are a special kind of evil.
• Three words: Sex with Spike.  Wow.  I need a minute.
• Needling Giles.  How fun would that be? SO FUN.
• I’d say making it with Angel, but he looks way too young for me, so I’ll just age him up to his Booth character on Bones, and everyone’s happy.
• Back flips.  I’ve always wanted to do those.
• Saving the world. A lot.

I think I’d make an excellent Buffy, and even if it was only for one day, I’d totally make it count by having sex with Spike, needling Giles, having sex with Spike, wiping out an uber-vampire, having sex with Spike and doing several back flips.  It’d be a busy day, but worth it.

Guess what? She will be holding down the fort on Monday while I'm out enjoying fireworks telling you all about independence. Have a great holiday weekend, and please be safe. 

BSOW: White Rage

Today I have someone very near and dear to my heart hanging around the Poop. She blogs to release the stigma of childhood onset bipolar disorder. She's a fellow writer, in fact my writing partner, with a love of the fantasy realm too. She's an advocate for CABF, and a full time student who wants to be a Parent Advocate. She is the creator of the online support group My Kid's Bipolar Now What. She's the often funny, sometimes serious, Mommylebron from Rage Against the Washing Machine.






I asked Mommylebron: "If you could be any color crayon, which color would you be and why?" Enjoy....

If you were a crayon, what color would you be and why?

At first I thought this would be a hard question, I may have even groaned. But then I realized; I am white!

No, I don't mean my ethnicity. I mean, I am white, some muddled version of it anyways. But that's not what I'm referring to.

I guess I can't claim it as a symbol of my purity....three kids hello....

But I really am white. I am white in the sense that I am a combination of all colors. I am versatile in my interests and hobbies. I love all kinds of music from country to rock and everything in between. I read everything I can get my hands on from medical advise to fantasy novels. I don't have much time for tv but even there I love everything from Hoarders to Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Another thing about white is that it does not absorb light, it reflects it. I feel I do the same. In dealing with my daughters issues I take this knowledge and then I throw it back out via my blog, Twitter, CABF and all the other places I haunt daily. I like to think I am doing the same on my (bumpy) journey towards being and author.

White represents other things to me as well. A blank slate, room to learn and grow. An empty canvas awaiting each brush stroke of inspiration.

So, as colorful as I see myself I can say with all certainty I am white.

BSOW: In the Pursuit of the Meaning of Life

Today's special treat has a lot going on at her place. She's got organizational tips. She's got the goods on a Lego party. She takes an old piece of furniture and makes it look brand new. She's got a post no husband should read. And I really, really, really want to have her decorate my next baby shower (hosted!! NOT having!!!)

So, who is this mega creative, crafty blogger? Why, it's none other than Kelley of Kelley's Family Jewels!!!

I asked Kelley: "If you could have lunch with anyone famous or infamous, living or dead, who would it be and why?"

I immediately thought about Jesus.  I mean who would not like to get up close and personal with him, right?  

Then I thought about the questions I would ask; why can't there be peace?  Why do kids have to get serious illnesses? How can people not have enough food to eat? Why am I now growing hair on my chin like a goat?  I thought I was starting to sound pretty whiney and that is certainly not how I want the big guy to think of me.  Maybe, I am not ready to have lunch with Him.

Next I thought, what are some burning questions I have?  Maybe the person I invite to lunch could answer those questions. The tootsie roll owl popped first to my mind.  I mean really, how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop? Did Atlantis really exist? Who was the Babushka woman? What about aliens, the Loch Ness Monster and Big Foot- fact or fiction?

Finally, I settled on my grandparents. It's been quite some time since I had lunch with them. I was blessed to have both in my life until my late 20s. They were a huge part of my life- a constant stream of love & support.  They used to bring "un-birthday" presents to birthday parties so all us kids (birthday kid or not) would  have something special.  They gave us donuts for breakfast and did not make us eat cereal or something “good for us“ first.  My Gran and I could play gin rummy for hours.  I still don’t know if she let me win all those times. 

My husband lost his grandparents early on, so they gave him a second chance at having grandparents; but they never got to meet LJ, and that's a bummer.  I  am just going to have to keep guessing about who built the pyramids because now that I think on it, having one more lunch with Gram & Gramps would be awesome. (And who knows, they may know if Big Foot is real or not.)

I don't know about you, but I am looking forward to whatever delectable tasty Kelley plans to share as she takes over my blog as a guest on Monday.

Have a great weekend!!

Best Scoop of the Week: Sum Sum Kinda Funny

Man I missed the ice cream last week! Didn't you? Well, its back this week with a lovely new flavor. It's yummy. It's sweet. It's funny. It's Disco Lemonade!!!

This blog keeps a super funny (and sometimes crude) sense of humor about everything she does. From her worst day ever to purging her soul to being a good Samaritan, there's a little something for everyone to enjoy on her blog. She keeps the laughter coming with her indefinite headache, her views on running, and giraffes. This is one blog you don't want to miss.

I asked Sum Sum: "If you could be any character from any movie, which character would you be and why?"

I love movies!  Love is an understatement, I LIVE for movies (and books, but this question is about movies so I better take my Adderall and start over).  One of my favorite movies of all time is The Neverending Story.  I would rent this movie every Friday from Michigan Video (it was the movie rental joint in Michigan; we are super creative in the north).  I would cry at the end as the song played every single time, "There upon the rainbow is the answer to a never-ending stoooooory aah, aah, aah".  Needless to say my parents hated the movie and those Friday nights were probably what drove my mom to be a pot head, well that and the enormous amounts of pot available around our neighborhood.  I digress...  

My original thought was to choose a character from that exact movie that brought me so many wonderful nights alone, in front of the $800.00 VHS player dreaming of flying dogs and rock people while the other normal kids played hide-n-go seek around the block.  Then I just became depressed remembering my childhood and all those awkward nights alone, in front of the $800.00 VHS player dreaming of flying dogs and rock people while the other normal kids played hide-n-go seek around the block.  I think most of my awkwardness was the constant contact buzz...

So, I went with a character created by one of my favorite directors, Quentin Tarantino and that is The Bride aka Beatrix Kiddo aka Black Mamba from Kill Bill Volumes 1 & 2.  My reason, quite simply, is I want to be that bad ass.  This chick gets the crap beat out of her, while pregnant, and the baby daddy who was also her assassin mentor shoots her in the face.  She awakes from her 4 year coma, surviving all of this, and swears revenge on any and all of those that have wronged her as well as sets out to find the child stolen from her womb.  If you've never seen the movie but love daytime drama, I'm sure All My Children had a similar story line at one point or another.  Before I go any further, let's have a moment of silence for All My Children.......

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Now I am not in the habit of wanting to get shot in the face or go on a murderous rampage in the name of revenge.  In fact, I am quite the opposite and consider myself a Chee-tos bag of good times that attempts to make everyone around me smile and laugh and just enjoy life a little more today than yesterday.  However, there is something quite enticing about being able to execute a perfect form drop kick to someone who damn well deserves it.  So, today, I'm not going to take any shit and if you try to polish a turd and hand it off to me as a diamond I very well might throw a Chinese star of death at your forehead.

No worries, I'm printing this out and taking it to therapy...right about now I'm sure Drama Mama is rethinking her choice for featured blogger.

So, there you have it. Isn't she hilarious? There's more of her delicious funny coming your way on Monday when she takes on "Dance" for a prompt.

Have a great weekend!!

BSOW: I'll Meet Your Asparagus & Raise You a Turnip Green

Put on your dancing shoes and hit the ballroom floor for today's Best Scoop of the Week. Whether she is dealing with camera face,  struggling with her mirror image, or debating coffee, she manages to do it with humor.

She blogs about her selfless acts of love, gives motherhood words of wisdom, writes letters to celebrities, does the movies in full mommy style, and deals with the potty mouth only known by mothers of boys.

Who is this eclectic blogger you ask? She who can spit out poems that rhyme in a single leaping post? Why, it's none other than Jen, who does The Mommy Mambo and scores a perfect 10 every time.

I asked Jen: "If you were a vegetable, which would you be and why?"

If I were a vegetable...

     

Well first off, I like to think of myself as more of a dessert: something to look forward to, treasure and

savor. Like a meticulously stacked parfait or a delicately molded truffle.

Now you can quit laughing and I'll quit living in that fantasy world where I sit upon a pedestal and grant pleasant wants and wishes to all my loyal subjects. As of this Friday I believe I must give up all delusions of that throne. Come Monday bachelorettes and daydreaming house wives the world over will weep.

So back to the produce isle...

I would love to tell you I'm most like the Asparagus, long and sleek with a perfectly arranged head of leaves like a perfect hair style of curls. A vegetable respected by all and often paired with the choicest entrees and arranged with great care upon fine china.

But I suppose I better resemble a Turnip; round in the middle with lovely purple striations around the center, a bushy chaos of sorts on top, and dwelling in the rough and rowdy dirt of life with my 4 men. You know that vegetable cooked with too much bacon fat and often served along-side ordinary sides like peas and cornbread and all too often served on a Dixie plate. A vegetable often misunderstood and pushed away by children, but good for the heart and soul none-the-less.

Yup. Thats me. A Turnip Green parading around pretending to be an asparagus. 

But now that I've though about it I realize, as a Southern woman, Turnip Greens make it to more happy family tables than do asparagus. Tables surrounded by large families and friends laughing, sharing, celebrating, or just feeding the soul. And many of those folks round those tables would argue that you can't have Thanksgiving or Easter dinner without the Greens.

Guess that makes me pretty important, huh? 

I know at least 3 little veggie niblets who would agree.

Isn't she fun? Go over and check her out already!! What are you waiting for?

BSOW: Big Dreams

Today, my ice cream gets to travel all the way to France. So exciting!! At least my ice cream is getting around.

She has 2 daughters born in 2 different countries.She writes about her motherhood experiences,  giving birth in countries that are not her own, and how Europe introduced her to her soul mate. She talks about dealing with meeting family whose customs are different from her own, the bane of generic diapers, and the horror of going to the doctor.

She's got an interesting story and a way with words. Today's Best Scoop of the Week is Kat from Toulouse Confessions!

I asked Kat: "If you could live in any era, what era would you choose and why?"

First I have to thank Drama Mama for having allowing me to be on her Scoop of the Week. I am so excited! My prompt for today was to write about what other era I would live in if I could choose. This was easy-peasy for me and soon you will find out why!.....

I must have been about nine years old when I attempted to write my first book. I remember we were living in the house on Twilight Trail and I was still sharing a room with my sister. The afternoon sun shone through my big windows as I sat in my open closet, my secret place. The notepad opened in front of me had the names of four women. Next to their names was a list of what their character would be in the book and whether or not they would die.

Hmmm, well that sounds a bit morbid, but I left out one important detail: the book was set in World War II and the girls were nurses on the frontline. I had just finished reading a book about a nurse during WWII and now I was determined to write one like it. I would love to find that notebook somewhere among my stuff at my mom’s house, but it was probably thrown away in one of our many moves. I remember getting through quite a few pages and then deciding to drop the whole thing because no one was going to publish a book written by a child. Geez, so pessimistic!

Ever since I can remember I have been in love with the WWII era. From the time I was little I loved watching black and white movies from the 1930’s and 1940’s. LOVED them. Better than cartoons. Better than modern movies. My mother wouldn’t let us watch any movies that had swearing or a trace of sex in them, so my selection was definitely bigger from the old movies, but even when I was older, even now, I love to watch those old movies.

Watching so many of them, especially the war movies, made me wish I had been born at that time. Everything seemed so much purer and innocent and safer and …romantic. Now a grown woman I can see that there isn’t anything romantic about a war, but the movies certainly made it look that way.

But even if war in real life is full of heart ache and loss of innocence, I still wouldn’t mind having been born at that time. I love the fashion. Wouldn’t it be cool to wear hats? And I love the theater and arts of back then. The idea of hitch-hiking out to Hollywood and trying to make it as a star would have been so much fun. I have read almost all of the biographies of the stars of that time and all of their stories were filled with romantic encounters and wonderful tales of travel, etc. Yes, it helps that they were rich. But I would have been too, right?

The only thing that would totally ruin being born at that time is having to live through the end of the 1960’s and through the 1970’s. Blech. Not my cup of tea. The time machine would have to bring me right into the 1990’s or maybe already in 2000. And it would certain stink to live in a time before the tampon was invented. Or Mydol. Could I live without them? Probably not. I would have ended up not coming out of my house for four day each month. But wearing the hats would have made up for it. Of course living in a time were there were no gyms to go to kickboxing class might also be a downer, but the drinking martinis at 5pm as a norm would make up for that one. So, really, there wouldn’t be too big a down side to living back then.

Sigh,….I would have married Cary Grant and had beautiful English children with him……Ah, well, in this life I have my Spanish Principe and Spanish children and they too are beautiful. And I can watch Cary Grant anytime I want and always day dream of what it would have been like being born at that time…..

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I wish you all a happy Easter and don't forget in the midst of all your festivities the real reason to celebrate this weekend. Could you imagine giving up one of your kids to save the world? I can't.

Come back Monday and hang out with Kat as she guest posts on "resurrection".

BSOW: Kevin James Therapy

These have been a grueling few weeks. I'm so exhausted. Emotionally, physically, mentally exhausted. I think I could probably use some therapy. Seriously.

I searched high. I searched low. I searched locally. I searched internationally. I even searched globally. Then, I turned to the internet. Therapy is not cheap.

Or so I thought. Just as I was preparing myself to start sacrificing limbs, I found Jennee. One session with her, and I already feel so much better. Seriously.

She helped me face up to and finally admit to my Larry David moment. She made me feel better about my heritage, even though I am a European mutt. She also knows that the best therapy is eyecandy.

In fact, she did such a great job that she even convinced me to share the ice cream with her. So, without further ado, I give you this week's Best Scoop of the Week: Cheap Therapy!







I asked Jennee: "What is the best comedy line you have ever heard and why is it so funny?"

Jennee says:

Best line...

Kevin James is hilarious.  I often quote him on this little segment.  He jokes that fat people always sweat.  One day, he was drenched in sweat.  His friends asked him if he'd just done jumping jacks in the attic and his response was classic.

I peeled an orange....an hour ago.

It just makes me giggle.

Every time.

Maybe it's because I'm chubby.  Maybe it's because I break a sweat easily.  Or maybe Kevin James's delivery is just perfect.

Thanks for putting me on your sidebar and featuring me!

Come back on Monday for her guest post. Have a great weekend!!!!

BSOW: Top Gun

It's time for the ice cream again. My sweet tooth is a bit longer than usual right now, so this week's bowl is looking mighty tasty. The Best Scoop of the Week makes me feel the same way. She's got an interesting perspective on biker shorts. She's got a scary mommy moment. She even learned how to play the game.

This week's Best Scoop of the Week is Joey from Big Teeth & Clouds!!!







If you could play the part of one role in a movie, which character would you be?

I would be Charlie, played by Kelly McGillis, in Top Gun. I posed this question to my husband. He didn’t waste much time responding, so I think this would fulfill some fantasy of his. I’ll go with it. Also, I couldn’t think of anything on my own.

BSOW: Unofficially

Today's Best Scoop of the Week is no stranger to this blog. She's a regular commentor, more than deserving of the esteemed ice cream this week. She's funny. Incredibly funny. She has such an incredible outlook on life. She is a new mom. She's simply fabulous. She's also a fellow Red Dress Club member.

It is my pleasure to introduce you to Sara, the Unofficial Mom...





I asked Sara:

If you were a part on a car, which part would you be, and why?

I read this question and immediately went to my husband. He was a mechanic/in the automotive industry for many years, and I knew he would have my answer. He offered:

• ·         The seat because I like holding butts,
• ·         The trunk because I have plenty of junk to put in it, and
• ·         The wheel because I really get around.

After I told him to shut it and he finished cracking himself up, he finally offered the radio. I thought about it a bit, and while I was tempted to go with one of his original options, the radio seemed right. I’m a little bit all over the place, I can be entertaining, I can share info, I can sing really terrible songs or make completely inane small talk. Not to mention the fact that I could probably use some after-market upgrades. 

Basically I’m a little bit of everything. I can make you laugh, cry, shake your head and your fist…I’m sometimes the best thing you’ve come across in a long time and sometimes the most infuriating. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I am more like a trunk…I do have plenty of junk for it.

She's back on Monday with a fabulous Guest Post. One more week of my fabulous friends and then I will be back. The moving is going, and we are beginning to get settled in to our new home. I will have lots of stories for you when I return. Thanks for the awesome comments to my guests these past couple of weeks!!

BSOW: Headliner

I love Fridays. I seriously do. I love introducing you to new blogs. I love the "vacation" this affords me for both Friday and Monday. Ha. 

Today's featured blogger has a lot going on in her life. She's got one of the cutest little 4 yr olds I have ever seen. Her 2 yr old has a creative name that suits her to a tee. I've realized how much we have in common. She's also handy with a camera. She takes gorgeous pictures, seriously. 

Please give a warm poopy welcome to Michelle from What This Mom Knows! 
 

I asked her: “If a front-page newspaper headline were to be about you, what would it be titled?”
 

 It's funny you would ask me this question because whenever something weird has happened in my life, I've always picture a headline.  As a restaurant manager (in a previous life) I remember as someone was holding a gun to my head wondering, "Will the headline say Local Maryland woman, " or "Former Nashvillian dies during hold up."  I did the same thing when on our honeymoon return flight from Rome in the rain, the wing of the plane came disturbingly close to touching the ground.  I pictured the headline "Whoman who refused to fly lifts ban and dies in firey plane crash!"

I hate that I do that and have made a point to not create headlines in my mind anymore because they're never good news.  I also don't have time to sit around and think so much about myself and my woes anymore.  I am far busier as a kinda stay at home mom than I ever was when I worked outside of the home.  I blog, I'm Editor and Chif of a bloggazine, I'm thinking of doing something with the thousands of photos I take and I have two kids 4 and under, the latest who is part monkey and is in need of a toddler bed, pronto!  However, if I saw a headline for myself today it would read "Crazy Blogging Mom is Busier Than Ever and LOVIN it!!"

What would your headline say?

BSOW: Time Warp

The Party Continues on with The Best Scoop of the Week. She's got a passion for cheesecake. She has discovered just exactly how much strength she has. She is even lucky enough to have karate moments. She has grammar tips that make sense. She leaves beautiful, thought provoking quotes. She even writes poetry.

This week's Best Scoop of the Week honor goes to Lindsay of Dishwater Dreams.




I asked her: "A time warp opens up next to your dinner table. Where are you going and why?"

If a time warp opened up next to my dinner table, I would freeze the current moment.  I would stop time. I know most people would have so many places and people they would want to meet. I want to spend more time with my kids.

It seems in life that we spend so much time living up to our responsibilities that there is little time left over for fun.  I would take the frozen time and make as many memories as I can with my children. I want to know everything about them. I want to make tons of memories just as they are before they have a chance to grow up too much.

Once I have spent as much time with my kids as I possibly can stand, I’ll take some time for me. I will sit and write, and write, and write some more. I will  paint and draw until I am good at it. I will learn to take astounding pictures and relaxing bubble baths. I will read the entire bible – twice. I will catch up with all of the novels and poems that I have intended to read but haven’t gotten to.

I think if we all sat back and thought about it, we would realize we want more time to spend with our loved ones. We want more time to spend doing the things we enjoy instead of the things we have to. Time passes by so quickly. Blink and your newborn is walking. Blink again and he is going to school for the first time. Blink again and he is married with children of his own.

I wish for all of us that we could somehow find moments of time warps at every dinner table to really get to know our families. I wish we could find time warps to enjoy a fulfilling and joyous life.  I am going to start looking for my time warps every night at the dinner table. Where will you look for yours?

Indeed, where will you Time Warp to?

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