Archives for August 2008

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Someone tell a joke quickly, before I short circuit my computer with my tears

If I had words to make a day for you

declan lips

I’d sing you a morning golden and new


I would make this day last for all time


Give you a night deep in moonshine.

~F. Scott Fitzgerald


My baby is turning one today.


Someone please




tell me


how to slow it all down.


Happy Birthday, Declan.

This made a lot of dentists very very wealthy


What the ad says:

Why we have the youngest customers in the business
This young man is 11 months old — and he isn’t our youngest customer by any means.

For 7-Up is so pure, so wholesome, you can even give it to babies and feel good about it. Look at the back of a 7-Up bottle. Notice that all our ingredients are listed. (That isn’t required of soft drinks, you know — but we’re proud to do it and we think you’re pleased that we do.)

By the way, Mom, when it comes to toddlers — if they like to be coaxed to drink their milk, try this: Add 7-Up to the milk in equal parts, pouring the 7-Up gently into the milk. It’s a wholesome combination — and it works! Make 7-Up your family drink.

You like it… it likes you!


Sound off

(yes, this is a real ad, however, I did add the first line to it… you know, the one about mama’s breasts. Just to be clear; so the 7-up lawyers don’t come after my millions and millions and bajallions of dollars.)

What the?! – week 38 (with an update on "The Move")

what the Just a reminder: I have lined up some AWESOME prizes for upcoming What The?! contest monthly drawing winners. Just a sampling: a leather Coach iPod carrier, music compilations by mystery artists and some gift cards to some good stores.

I will start announcing the new prizes in September, so stay tuned. (hint hint: subscribe so you won’t miss out!!)


Thought so…

With that said,

Guess what the following closeup is a picture of.

{*For more info on the contest, please see this page.}
{**Let me know if you are interested in giving something away in the future. You would be responsible for getting it to the winner. This is a great way to promote a service or product that you sell/offer}

This weeks photo:

closeup week 38

Leave your guess in the comments.

Good luck!


Answer to Last week’s photo:


Congrats to: BunnyB, a mysterious reader, with no listed blog. So I have to go to the next correct guesser: Beckie, aka Spooky,a SAH~AP, Breastfeedin’, Toddlerwearin’, Sleep Sharin’, SpiralScoutin’, Homeschoolin’ Mama to three little ones. And slightly obsessed with Alice in Wonderland.

As always ~ Thanks for playing along! Y’all are the best! You’re my favorite internets ~mwah~


In other LTH business, except for those three boxes and and few others things still at the old place WE ARE ALL MOVED.

Have mercy, moving is hard work. I am never more exhausted than I am the night of a move.

We would have never been able to get it done without Mrs.Fussypants watching our kiddlets (my 4 kiddlets + her 5 kiddlets = a lot of kiddlets and several glasses a glass of wine to unwind at the end of it all) and Mr. Fussypants (actually, he is Mr. Smartypants) helping move things.

And I just found out that Meredith (Like Merchant Ships) is bringing us some soup.

(another reason I love Nashville and the internet! )

I still have to go back and clean the old place. Not my favorite thing. Especially not when I have a nice new place I want to be hanging out in. I am so over that place…

So, we are moving today… {yawn}

I felt a mite twinge of nostalgia as we drove to get some dinner last night… "this is the last time we will drive past this road…", "I remember when we first drove into town and stopped there for gas…"

{UGH! I hate getting weepy over silly things like gas stations and shopping centers}

I’ve been too busy to think about it. Too excited to care.

Until last night.

This town has been good to us. It took us in when we were bruised and battered from our year of financial ruin (dun dun dundunnn), it’s the place where my daughter started school.

It’s been our home for 2.5 years.


Are you weeping with me?

Okay, that passed. Nostalgia mastalgia.

I’m over it.

As you read this, I am huffing and puffing up and down stairs, carrying boxes and furniture. Aren’t you jealous?