I can’t believe I even attempted this, but the folks over at Maya’s Mom are having a video contest.
The rules: “Kids come up with the funniest songs about love. We had so much fun asking our members last year to videotape their kids singing original love songs… so we’re doing it again! And if the Maya’s Mom team is smitten with a particular performance, one Maya’s Mom member will receive a $100 Amazon gift card!”
My girls aren’t original, but they did add some interesting flair to the old Barney classic. Hopefully it will be a hit! Regardless of whether I win the gift card, I loved watching the girls sing, hug and kiss each other. Even if it was all for show!
3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
C. Del
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Purple Dane
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Claudine Southfield (sounds more like a Porn Star name!)
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
DelCri (I had to add a third letter to make it even pronounceable)
7. SUPERHERO NAME: (“The” plus 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
The Black 007
8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Claude Salvador
9. STRIPPER NAME: (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne, favorite candy)
Casmir Twizzler (OMG! That’s hilarious!)
You know it’s bad when the links on your blog to other bloggers are being read more frequently by friends and family than yourself. Yes, I have fallen down on the job. I don’t have time right now to keep up with other blogs - let alone my own - and because of this I have Missed.Some.Great.Posts.
Jennifer, who spent the last 5 days alone with a 2 1/2 year old, had time to find and comment on this:
Lily, after learning about Antarctica and penguins: “Mommy, where is Antarctica?”
“Oh, it’s very far away from here - very far away.”
“Okay. Well, is it farther away than Texas?” (my sister and her family live there - apparently it’s been too long since we visited!)
Arden, after I’ve tried to cuddle her at bedtime.
“Mommy, don’t you wub me. I don’t wike wubbing.” (I was rubbing her back)
“Wow, okay Arden. So what do you like?”
“Umm, I wike to eat. Yeah, that’s what I wike Mommy. Eating.”
Thanks go out to Mike and Anja who many moons ago gave me a gift certificate to my favorite spa and pampering place in Richmond, Metamorphosis. For some reason they felt it necessary to give me a gift certificate after throwing Anja a very small baby shower. It wasn’t, but it was much appreciated. I’ve been hoarding my gift certificate until I felt I REALLY, REALLY NEEDED it. Well, I finally hit that point, and I went tonight. It was heavenly! I am now all relaxed, very greasy, and wearing no makeup. Nice visual, huh?
However, on the way to my massage, I was nearly killed. Talk about getting stressed out before relaxation. I was driving down 64 and it was very, very dark out. I noticed a pickup truck about 2 car lengths in front of me. A few minutes later, I saw what I thought was cardboard flying out of the back of it. I hit my brakes and tried to get out of the middle lane where he was, but there were cars on both sides of me. The next thing I noticed were sparks coming from the back of the truck. Then in the next instant, a very large, very ugly, very floral couch was sitting perpendicular to me in the middle of I-64. The couch had flown out of the back of the pickup truck (the “cardboard” pieces were actually pillows flying off of it before it fell out of the truck), and the legs hitting the ground caused sparks to fly everywhere. I slammed on my brakes and narrowly avoided colliding head-first into the couch. I got out of my lane and was nearly hit by the person behind me slamming on their brakes, then almost hitting the couch themselves. From my rearview mirror I could see traffic going every which way to avoid hitting the sofa. It was so dark, I’m sure someone ran into the thing. The truck that had dropped it didn’t stop for almost another half mile - I was gesticulating wildly at him and honking my horn. It was quite scary and I was still breathing heavily and fighting off an adrenaline headache by the time I got to Metamorphosis.
Anyway, I lived. I didn’t hit the couch, and hopefully no one else did, either. But I was definitely more than ready for some stranger to lube up my body and rub me til I nearly passed out, I can tell you that.
I'm a 40-ish (which is the new 25) mother of girls born 23 months apart. Originally hailing from the frosty throes of Northern Michigan, I now live in the humidity pit of the universe - Virginia.
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