Wordless Wednesday

What have you all been drinking?!

Ok, I'm beginning to think you all have been drinking the crazy water. And seriously, we have plenty of that here already.

I've been tagged not once, not twice, but FIVE times with tagger-blog-meme-thingys. Perhaps you've just joined me here at LWM3B, as a recent reader. Perhaps you've been around since my chat with Mohinder Suresh. Either way... you clearly forgot about this, my first attempt at a tagger-blog-meme-thingy.

So, I guess it's good manners to do these things back. But I'm going down on record that I don't really like tagger-blog-meme-thingys. It is with great reluctance that I do these, and only so that I do not offend the dear, sweet, wonderful souls who tagged me with these annoying, cumbersome, bothersome tagger-blog-meme-thingys.

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Tagger-blog-meme-thing #1:

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).

2. Open the book to page 123.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the next three sentences.

5. Tag five people.

Hang on... now I have to go search for a book that long. Okay, well, the first book I came across that was that long was not in English. So I actually picked the second closest book, Prince Caspian, by C.S. Lewis, to hang on to any last readers who may still show up here once in awhile.

"After a little silent munching they all huddled down together in the moss and dead leaves between four large beech trees.

"Everyone except Lucy went to sleep at once. Lucy, being far less tired, found it hard to get comfortable."

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Tagger-blog-mem-thingy #2



Blogging With Purpose Award

Rules:
1. Awarded parties must nominate five people who have not received the award.
2. The blogs that receive the award must serve some purpose.
3. In their post about the award they need to link back to this entry.
4. Awarded parties must post the award banner on their site. The banner must remain linked to the above linked site.

This one made me laugh. I think my blog serves absolutely no practical purpose other than my own delight. And maybe so I'm not just laughing at myself all day long. It's much better to laugh with others. It makes one feel less silly.

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Tagger-blog-meme-thingy #3

Here are the rules:
1. You must post the rules before you give your answers.
2. List one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name. (If you don't have a middle name, use your maiden name).
3. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag one person for each letter of your middle name. (Be sure to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and that they need to read your blog for details).

Boy, oh boy. Thank you Mom for my middle name. I feel sorry for those of you who have a middle name like 'Elizabeth', Katherine' or 'Rumplestiltskin' because my middle name is LEE. Yay for Great-Grandma Lee!

L - loves lattes
E - extraordinarily disctractable
E - excited easily by good books, good movies, loud boybarians and caffeiene.

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Tagger-blog-meme-thingy #4 (oh my goodness, are you as DONE with these things as I am?!?)

First, the rules, which are important, because they also tag — randomly — six more people to join in the fun:
Link to the person that tagged you
Post the rules on your blog
Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website

I was tagged by Laura.

My six non-important things about myself.
1 - I am not fond of tagger-blog-meme-thingys
2 - I used to be a gymnast, and later a gymnastics coach.
3 - As alluded to in my interview with Handy Man, I joined a sorority in college.
4 - I drive a tired old minivan. I like it.
5 - I think my laptop is worth more than my car. In fact, I'm sure it is.
6 - I wanted to name our middle son Noah. Handy Man wanted to name him McCartney. Not kidding.

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Tagger-blog-meme-thingy #5



By accepting this Excellent Blog Award, you have to award it to 10 more people whose blogs you find Excellent Award worthy. You can give it to as many people as you want but please award at least 10. Thank you out there for having such great blogs and being such great friends! You deserve this! Feel free to award people who have already been awarded…

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Phew. Glad I got that outta my system. I have to tag 5, 5, 3, 6 and 10 people. That's more people than I have friends.

So I'm tagging YOU, dear reader. As welll as every single person over there -------->
on my side sidebar Blogroll. Na na na na boo boo.
Miracle Monster
Life & Times of the McTriplets
Our Phamily Tree
Little Wonders
"4" Miracles
Smooth Stones Academy
Trivium Academy
Koinonia Academy
My 5 Wolf Cubs
Pioneer Woman
Ambleside Classical
Design Mom
Heritage Academy
Nesting Place
Redefining Normal
Jetihoja Academy
Life is Like a Lunchbox
Cornerstone Classical
Milk and Cookies
The Magic Schoolhouse
A Light in the Shadows
Laura in China
Tap the Smile
My Two Blessings

And I'm going check and see just how many of YOU actually do blogger-tag-meme-thingys. :

ps - Please don't ever make me do this again.

I Pinned Him Down and Hog-tied Him

... Just for you. Handy Man agreed to be interviewed with only a little bit of skepticism. He was taking a break between cutting lots and lots and lots of lumber. He's making a wall and a half of built-in bookshelves for the school room. He didn't mind the interruptions. Too much.

Q: Hi Handy Man, love of my life. Wanna answer some questions?
A: That's the question?

Q: Yes. It's an interview.
A: I suppose. Want me to sit down?

Q: Sure. Sit. So, do you read my blog?
A: Do I read your blog? Every once in awhile.

Q: Have you ever thought about starting your own?
A: Heck no. You crazy? I'd never hear the end from you with your grammar policing. But I am a better speller than you.

Q: I wouldn't pick on your grammar!
A: You pick on my grammar all the time. All your comments would be edits and 'fix this'. I could see it now.

Q: So, what's your favorite thing to do when you're not designing homes?
A: Hmmm! You really want me to answer that?

Q: Yes.
A: No you don't.

Q: Please?
A: There're little ears around. Besides *that*... ummm... sleeping. Oh, and being with the family, the kids. You (if you've had coffee).

Q: You mean, it's not my 'Honey Do' list?
A: Well, I was going to say something about the list, so maybe someday I can finally be done with it. I'm working on it right now!

Q: Can you tell my readers a little about the house you designed?
A: It has a few outside corners, a roof, some windows... and so far, it keeps us warm (he laughs). No... I don't know. We went around and around designing it. I was my worst client. And once we decided we couldn't afford a 6000 sq ft house, we had to narrow it down. It's a nice house, tucked in the woods, extremely private... so you can run around n@k3d if you want. (he finds that hilarious!)

Q: Would you ever do it again - the whole home building process?
A: If you ask me right this second... no. If you ask me on a normal day, yes. It was a lot of work. It was a lot of fun, but it was worth it. it would be fun when the boys are a little older and we can teach them a few things about design and construction. And I didn't cut off any fingers this time. I think it went well. (pause) Um... I don't really think I'm that interesting, and I think you're going to lose all your readers.

Q: You're probably right. Remember the day we met?
A: Yes. I remember you opening up your door.

Q I think my readers want to know your version of that story.
A: Of when we first met? Well... I thought I would take a European vacation with a buddy of mine. We both decided to learn Italian because we would go to Italy. So I searched and found a tutor. I thought I would learn Italian, and I was actually surprised when you answered the door when we were first going to meet to teach me. I thought you were going to be some old hag (he laughs), but you were a cute, little young thing... uh, woman. I thought this would be fun. But I never thought we'd end up here, together with three boys.

Q: Speaking of the boys, what's it like to be the daddy to 3 very busy boybarians?
A: It's pretty easy if you have a light saber on your side. If not, you better beware or you'll be attacked by a Jedi Knight.
No really... it's awesome. They are wild and crazy, but still... they really are good little boys. I never thought I'd have three little cute kids to admire me so much. I have no idea how that happened. Are you sure they're my kids???

Q: Do you ever wish you had a little girl in the family?
A: Absolutely. I wish we had a little girl right now.

Q: We could go work on that, you know.
A: Uh, no. Well... maybe. If I was guaranteed to have a little girl, I would. But our luck we would have a little boy - no, twin boys. Then we'd have 5 boys and I don't think cows would live well in the timber. And if we had that many boys we'd definitely need a dairy cow.

Q: Is there anything you want LWM3B readers to know about you?
A: How stunningly handsome I am. And don't believe anything that you say about me. That my favorite food is pizza. You took me away from having that every night of the week. My 3 favorite movies are: Ferris Bueller, Breakfast Club and Fletch.

Q: You want to go back to the Honey Do list now?
A: Yup. But tell them this... never in a million years did I think I'd end up with a sorority girl from Chicago. Never.

Oh my. That opened a whole new can of worms.

What's Up, Buttercup?

Check it out! LWM3B has a new look. Seems I'm never satisfied with the look around here, and I am my pickiest customer. Doing this made me realize I need one of these. I made that coffee cup with a mouse. I *heart* it, despite its imperfections. But I'm saving my pennies for the big boy.

I've been busy with work projects this week, and I tried to go back through archives to find the last Mill Creek Academy Weekly Report. It's been awhile. They became so time burdensome, I've all but given them up. So, I am Monthly Reporter! I think that allows me the fun of the report without the burden of weekly posts.

Also, as my sidebar indicates, I'm a homeschooling Top 100 blog over at Heart of the Matter! You can click the image to find out more about this rising resource for homeschoolers.

It's a great e-magazine authored by bloggers like Amy from Milk 'n' Cookies, and my friend Lisa from Koinonia Academy. Homeschoolers, check it out. There's a little something for everyone there.

Those who inquired about design work, I posted over at Graphically Designing the answers to some of the most frequently asked questions. If I missed something, my email address is in my profile. I don't bite. Hard. ;)

Happy weekend!

Wordless Wednesday at LWM3B

Ahhhhhh. Feels Good.

Ever take a "mental health weekend"?

I almost didn't. Wednesday night I managed to food-poison all the meat-eating members of my family with homemade spaghetti and meatballs. Even though the meat was fresh, it made us sick. Thursday was a day of reckoning for me, I think I really scared poor Handy Man. It's the sickest I've been since I was a child. I missed important work meetings, school, chores. I missed it all. So I almost didn't make the get-away weekend.

But boy am I glad I did.

Like many stay-at-home, work-at-home, homeschooling moms - I am with my children 24-7. Don't get me wrong - I count my blessings, then count them again, every day. But, I don't even pee by myself most days. Little fingers and paws stick their digits under the door, often demanding to know my business, "You goin' pee-pee, Mom?" "Are you *still* goin' pee-pee?" And my favorite, when they hear wrappers, "Are you eatin' candy in there?"

I spent Friday through Sunday with 6 girlfriends in Kansas City. One of the girls, who happens to live in coastal Maine, brought *live* fresh, Maine lobster that had been plucked off the docks that day, and wrapped in seaweed. For this land-locked city girl, it was such a hoot to see. All the "rules" were thrown out... good food, no counting calories, adult drinks, with a safe place to get silly, good friends, with love and support. It was a slumber-party with bodies on couches, spare bedrooms, air mattresses on the floor kind of weekend. My girlfriend, J-Bug, from waayyy down south Texas even got to build herself a snowman. Okay, it was a pregnant snowman with big ol' ta-tas... but for a girl who spends 10 months a year in flip flops, it was fun to see.

I am now refreshed, revived and so grateful for the friendship and love of 6 beautiful women. A very special thank you to our hostess with the mostest. Thank you for your generous hospitality. To the women who came from afar and their families who lent us their wives and mothers, thank you! To Handy Man, who wrangled the boybarians with professional finesse, thanks for the vacation days. Love you.

Just Like Daddy

For those who have asked about Wordless Wednesday,

No, the Ghostbusters shirt is no longer in my possession.
The year was 1985. I was 9. June-Bug was 8.
I think we were on vacation, and I have no idea what our parents were thinking.
And no. June-Bug doesn't know I posted the picture. Maybe I'll post a recent one soon, so I can redeem myself and show how cute she really turned out to be. And she no longer lets her belly show. She's decent like that.

So! Onward!

I really love when the boys dive right in and get involved with Daddy. Since Handy Man works uber-hours, we only see him in the evenings and weekends. A few years ago, we adjusted bedtimes back an hour when we realized bedtime was only 1 1/2 hours after his usual arrival home. This barely left time for hello, eating and running off to bed. The boys needed more daddy time.

Handy Man is a real hands-on daddy. He changed diapers. When most daddies would stutter and wage guesses, Handy Man knows what sizes his boys wear and about how much they weigh. He knows their diagnoses, what they're working on in school and when they have a bad day. He spends lazy Sunday afternoons putting together complicated Star Wars Legos. When I took on part-time employment, he took over the bedtime ritual. He reads the stories, puts boys in pjs, and tucks them in to sleep.

But nothing warms my heart more than when my beloved Handy Man tries to teach the boys the ropes at work.

So, Handy Man... is this how it's done?

Wordless Wordy Wednesday

"Who ya gonna call?"



So this was going to be my Wordless Wednesday, but now I've laughed so hard I wet my pants twice, almost called my sister, June-Bug, at midnight to laugh some more.




"Back off Man. I'm a Ghostbuster. "

ahoahehoohaoheaoheheaheaoheoahea oh. my. tummy. hurts. My vanity-o-meter is totally depleted. I can never show my face again in public.

Oh My....

How fantastic would this be?




"I'd like mine with no whip, please!"

Since You Asked

Occasionally, I get questions in my comments or via email about things I've rambled on about here on my blog. So you want to know... here are the answers. Have more? Email me, and perhaps I'll get to them in the next installment.

How do you find out how people find you?

I happen to use Stat Counter and MyBlogLog. But there are hosts of free counters that can track traffic on your blog. Just Google "free stat counter" and pick one that suits you. They tell you super strange stuff, like the screen resolutions of your visitors or what browser they use. But it also tells you interesting things like the cities, states, providences and countries your visiors are from. Waving to Pago, Pago, American Samoa, Greece, and South Africa. Sometimes it's just cool to see how small the world really is. It also, much to my mad giggles, tells you what keywords people use to find you. Those are just funny.

What in the world is Trouble eating?

Do you not recognize the nutritious Boybarian staple, Toaster Strudels??? The Wildberry flavor happens to have neon blue frosting.

Are you going to interview the other boys or Handy Man?

Ummm... eventually they'll each hold still long enough for an interview. The worst is actually Handy Man. He's a workaholic and goes and goes and goes until he falls asleep. Often standing up. I happened to catch Trouble in the bathtub where he can't run away. Isn't that a great trick?

Do you charge for design work?

This is Handy Man's biggest pet peeve with me. Seriously. Ask him. I am trying to build a portfolio and some credibility. But it takes a lot of time to makeover a blog. I hope to eventually turn the design work into some book money to help offset homeschool expenses. Many of my loyal readers are homeschoolers so they get it, but unlike public schools, we have to pay for things like microscopes, globes, maps, and books. And even though we pay taxes to the public schools and not use their services, we don't get any credit to offset our expenses. This is a voting year, so you can bet my ideal candidate hopes to provide some tax relief to homeschoolers. Anyway, that turned into a tangent. The short answer is: No I don't... but that window will be closing shortly. I can't work for free much longer or Handy Man is going to take away my beloved toys.

What is the story behind yours and your grandmothers' names?

My name is Darcy. My grandmothers are Marcy (Marcella) and Darlene. My great-grandmother's name was Lee. I think you can figure out the rest.

How long did Trouble spend in the NICU? How long was he on oxygen?

Trouble spent 3 months at birth in the hospital in the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit). He spent over 3 years - 38 months total - on oxygen with tubes up his nose and dragging tanks everywhere. It was a very hard time for our family, so I don't blog about it much. If you want to read more about Trouble's rough start you can read the essay, "Why I Missed My Own Son's Baptism".

Where are you from, City Girl?

The Chicago Area - Home of good hot dogs, Portillo's, Michigan Avenue, real restaurants, delivery (oh, how I miss delivery!), art museums, off broadway shows, great shopping, and all sorts of stuff not found in the sticks.

How far is your nearest Starbucks?

It's about 20 minutes away. 40 minutes round-trip. *sigh*

What's your favorite coffee drink?

I love illy. Starbucks can't even hold a candle to illy. Dark roasted, ground into powder-like consistency. Here at home I start each day with a quad-shot latte. Please don't email me with the side effects of caffeine. My day would be much, much worse without it. I start dreaming of my morning coffee when I lay me down to sleep. At Starbucks, my drink of choice is a non-fat Cinnamon Dolce latte, no whip. Aren't you glad you know that about me?

Do you have any siblings? Why don't you ever blog about them?

Yes. I have a multitude of siblings. Five sisters and three brothers. No, that is not a typo. I don't blog about them because 1 - I'm not sure they want me to... 2 - they all live out of state and we don't see each other as often as I'd like... 3 - I have one of those families that needs a flow chart not a tree. So, some of my siblings aren't each other's siblings. That's a blog for another day. My sister "Mobs" can be seen here. Mobs stands for Mean Ol Baby Sister. She's actually not mean. She just earned that nickname when she chopped off 12", then 14" then 16" off my head for Locks of Love and laughed madly the whole time. It's also 84 degrees today where she lives. Brat. Since I don't talk about them that often, I'll give you this tidbit. Mobs is getting married this year to a hot fireman who really is a calendar pin up boy. I'll scan the calendar pictures to prove it. I'm sure Mobs's future hubby won't mind.

Did Handy Man really design your house? Can we see it?

Yes, he really did. It took him almost a year to build it. I love this house. My beloved Handy Man thoughtfully planned each niche, every tile, each strategically placed wall. He did nearly all of the work himself. In fact, buried in our hollow banister are pictures my boys drew, some random toys, and a love letter I wrote to Handy Man. Someday, should someone ever tear down this house... I hope the finder tracks down my children, grandchildren or great-grandchildren so they know just how much I loved my family.

Can you see it? Maybe. If you're really, really good.

Hmmm... that seems to satisfy the boybarians.

You All Crack Me Up

So I have one of those nifty stat counters that tell me things like who you people are who drop in on the boybarians, if you use Internet Explorer, Firefox or Safari (why do people really care about that?), your IP etc. But it also tells me the interesting stuff you all type into Google to find me. Most of you crack up me. I have spent many good minutes in resounding giggles about the kind of stuff y'all are looking for here. 'Cept for the creepy person who is looking for b0y$ in und3rw3@r. You are not funny. You give me the heebie jeebies and the urge to run you over with my soccer-mom mini van. (Sorry to have to code it... I don't need to be attracting more of those.)

Anyway, tangent. Most of you are pretty funny. Many of you are looking for free stuff. But the majority of you come here looking for homeschool curriculum stuff. And don't get me wrong... I'm flattered. But sometimes that causes the heartiest guffaw laughs. I mean, I don't know anything about curriculum. My oldest student is 7, fergoodnesssakes. I'm still glad my older two can read. I still spend some days thanking my lucky stars they can.

So while I'll continue to share our homeschooling trials and triumphs, I hope all you Googlers (did I just make up another word? I love that!) don't come expecting expert advice. But that, I suppose, is the beauty in homeschooling. It's a journey. I've learned so much since starting this. I tell Handy Man all the time how smart I am now that I've finished 1st grade. And it's true.

So, whatever query brought you here to Life With My 3 Boybarians... thanks for dropping in. You keep me accountable. Even if it's just to my mom. (Hi Mom.) And one of these days, Handy Man will get his hot bootie back in gear and make you all a Weekly Report.

SO, for my amusement, here are some of the most recent Google searches landing people on Life With My 3 Boybarians:
*3rd grade language arts
*free iTunes (keep on walkin' buddy. None of that here.)
*2nd grade language arts
*singapore + horizons
*lovely locks
*pretty girl hair cuts (hahehhaeah HOH HE EHAHEHA ahhhh ahehee. oh my. funny stuff)
*mill creek academy (in many variations of the spelling)
*boybarians (mine are *The Boybarians* not just any ol' boybarians!)
*peanut butter (I'm with whoever Googled this. Email me. We can be cyber BFFs)
*mmm mmm mmm (seriously?! ahehahehehaha funny! what were they looking for?!)
*star wars saga (I don't think Ive ever used the word 'saga' in my whole life. There. Now I've used it twice)

and here's my favorite:
*hot handy man (You found 'em girls!)

hhoohehahhheahehaheheheahehahehheeaaaaaha. Hot Handy Man. I think they were looking for a calendar man. But they got this instead!

I love Google!

Wordless Wednesday

Curse You, PB Loco

I was once happy about supermarket Jif. I thought, you know... choosy moms chose Jif. I'm a choosy mom. I savored their creamy goodness in every sneaked peanut butter sandwich filled with way-too-many calories. And grilled PBJ? It's not food, it's desert.

I need the protein, I'd rationalize.

But then, while up in Minnesota at the Mall of America, my sisters-in-law casually mention the samples at the Peanut Butter and the cheese stores.

Ohhhh, I love samples.

So I sample. And sample... and it was good. I mean, I did just fill my belly at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co (you can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sautee it...) so perhaps my tastebuds were overworked.

I bought two jars.

Then we reurned to the slightly less arctic region of home.

Omgoodness. Sososososo good. Turns out non-bubba-gump-shrimp taste buds LOVE PB Loco. MMMmmmmm Raspberry White Chocolate on toast. It's like edible heaven on a spoon. And if you want to see the boybarians put away a whole pack of graham crackers - hand them a jar of Dark Chocolate.



Why oh why did we only buy 2? I suddenly desired PB Loco by the VATful. Einstein betrayed Jif in a nanosecond. "I love PB Loco, Mom. Don't buy that Wal-Mart kind" And by Wal-Mart kind, he means Jif.

No problem, I think, I'll just call up there.

They were having a big sale, like 1/2 price. I'll order us some mmm mmm good PB Loco. Like cases of it.

Guess what? The place closed. There is NO PB Loco at Mall of America. They are gone. Like sands through my fingers... so flowed the PB Loco.

Curse You, PB Loco. Now since you've ruined Jif forever, and abandoned your post at my nearest location, I would have to pay $50 for 6 measly jars to ship from Timbuktu to the Arctic Tundra.. 6 tiny jars that we would go through in about 2 weeks. Haven't you ever seen my boybarians EAT?!

*sigh* Curse you, PB Loco. You've ruined peanut butter.




ps - Dear PB Loco President, if you'd like to send me free peanut butter for this shameless plug, I'll happily surrender my secret tundra shipping address.

An Interview with my 4 Year Old

Me: Hey, Trouble? Can I ask you a few questions?

Trouble: Otay, Mommy.

Me: Great. I have lots of questions. Like, what's your favorite thing to eat?

Trouble: Bananas, Toaster Strudel, vitamins...

Me: Wow! Maybe we should break it down per meal. What's your favorite breakfast?

Trouble: "Pan-tates."

Me: How 'bout lunch?

Trouble. Gummy worms.

Me: Gummy worms for lunch?

Trouble. Yup. I like gummy worms. And bears. I ate daddy's gummy bears.

Me: Is that healthy for lunch?

Trouble: Yep.

Me: Okay, what about dinner?

Trouble: I like dinner. Like bagels and chicken and cheesy pretzels.

Me: Sounds nutritious. What's your favorite movie?

Trouble: "Shrek da fird".

Me: The first or the third?

Trouble: FIRD. I said "fird". Not first. The fird has the girls and the bad guys and they drop the trees and don-tey has dontey babies and Shrek has Shrek babies. And they frow up all over Shrek (he erupts in hysterical laughter at this thought). That's so funny.

Me: What's your second favorite movie?

Trouble: Shrek the first.

Me: And let me guess your third favorite movie.... ummm... Shrek two?

Trouble laughs at this.

Me: Is that funny?

Trouble: Noooo, Mom. My fird favorite movie is Star Wars Episode one and episode "free".

me: That's two movies.

Trouble. It's two EPISODES. Not two movies. EPISODES.

me: Oh, well, I should have known. What's your favorite thing to do with Einstein?

Trouble: Play Star Wars Legos.

Me: What's your favorite thing to do with Picasso?

Trouble: Play Mickey Mouse clubhouse. And Pirates of the "Cara-bean-nin".

Me: What's your favorite thing to do with Mommy?

Trouble: Sleep in your bed.

Me: (I melt into a mommy puddle and almost stop the interview.) Awww. That's nice, Trouble. You're cute. What's your favorite thing to do with Daddy?

Trouble: Buy Star Wars guys. (hmmm... not sure what that means, Handy Man!)

Me: What's your favorite book?

Trouble. SSS-ssss-sssss. (Can you tell we've been sounding things out? He wants me to guess.)

Trouble: Shrek! (Ummm... we don't even have a Shrek book. That doesn't seem to matter to him.)

Me: What's your favorite thing to do for school?

Trouble: history coloring pages and Playhouse Disney on the "tum-puter".

Me: Can you count for me?

Trouble: Mommy? I hafta go pee pee.



From the interview it sounds like he watches too much TV and eats a lot of junk food. You'd never know that they have no TV privileges Monday through Friday. He can't remember the stories we've read, or the nutritious meals I occasionally prepare. ;)

But he remembers Friday night cuddles in Mom's bed. And that makes the world all right in my book.

In Iowa Today

Alot of people have been asking what's going on here in IOWA these days. So I wrote this short essay so you can be totally in the know.

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Caucus caucus caucus. Caucus caucus caucus, caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus; caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus! Caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus. Caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus... caucus caucus... caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus. Caucus caucus caucus! Caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus, caucus caucus caucus caucus, caucus caucus, caucus caucus caucus caucus.

Caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus. Caucus caucus; caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus. Caucus caucus caucus caucus caucus! Caucus! Caucus! Caucus!

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Phew, Glad we're all caught up. But I heard that Brian Williams and Anderson Cooper are totally hot in person. Maybe I'll go check them out and work my itty bitty actions on them!

The Nester is a Cuckoo GEM!

Remember my friend The Nester? She's such a cool gal. She's been such a pain in the @$$, uh, such a joy to work with on this project. She's totally picky open-minded, and loved to give me very detailed criticism good advice about how to make a space totally perfect for her. Ha! Just teasin', Nester. It's been a ton of fun! Thanks for really giving those design muscles a work out.

This is was her blog before:



And this is where we are, so far. You can click to blow up. Well, don't YOU blow up. But blow up the picture. You know what I meant.



To follow the whole transformation, go check out my design blog over at Graphically Designing.