Like Mother...like twins

Last night after putting the twins to bed I settled on the couch to relax a bit and watch the tube. Just as I'd gotten comfortable, I heard the squeaky sounds of B & J's bedroom door and knew they'd started the first "leg" in the series of the get- out-of-bed-every-five-minutes marathon.

"Back in bed" I said firmly.

"Mommy" I hear in a little quivering voice

"What,B" I responded poised and ready to counteract whatever excuse my son was ready to present for why he couldn't go to bed

"I've got something in my nose" he said through tears.

Knowing my son as I do I instantly sprung in to action and begin examining his nose to see what I could find. Nothing.

"I don't see anything" I said.

"But there's something in my nose from the boo boo thing" he said adamantly

Unsure what he was talking about I asked him to show me what he was referring to.

As I walked with him towards his bedroom I saw my daughter walking from the bathroom with watery eyes also claiming her nose hurt.

Upon reaching their room I immediately smelled the problem.

My little monsters dumplins had gone in the linen closet, gotten the first aid kit, played with and thrown the bandages aside and then opened up the alcohol wipes and were sniffing them.

I grabbed some tissue from the bathroom and had them both blow in to a tissue a few times which seemed to help. After I was sure they were ok, I promptly scolded them for getting in to things they know they aren't supposed to. I warned them of the harm those types of things can cause when not handled properly and by an adult.

Once I felt they'd been sufficiently chastized, I tucked them back in bed and left the room.

As I left, I chuckled a bit. "Did my 4 1/2 year olds just try to get high?" I wondered.

Naw...couldn't be

But, it wouldn't be completely unheard of.

It's not like someone else in the house hadn't done the very same thing last week

I could tell you about it, but then I'd have to kill you

I accomplished most of the things on my list from last Thursday with a few slight exceptions. Most importantly, I met up with another fabulous blogger, Doozie, whom unfortunately I can't link to because as Groovy Mom, the other fabulous blogger I had the pleasure of meeting, puts it Dooz is "currently in the witness protection program" (aka no longer has a public blog).

Now then, can I say that Dooz is an absolute nut case and I love her more now then ever and Groovy Mom, well she's just incredibly sweet and I love that she accepts that I am a certified lunatic and still wants to talk to me.

We all met up for karaoke and drinks and although I arrived on the tardy side I was raring to go (and no for those of you wondering, I don't sing...I listen, well maybe I sing to myself at the table and dance in my seat a little...but yeah seeing as how my voice resembles the sounds of a goat pissin in a tin can, i don't traumatize the bar going public).
I can't begin to tell you all the craziness that occured, all I can say is I remember several exclamations of " you better promise not to blog this" throughout the night. So I'm adhering to that. I believe there may have even been a contract signing in blood... I can't be sure.
That said, I had an amazingly fun time with these ladies and hope to see them again soon.
And I thought blogging was fun, who knew spending time with the bloggers I've bonded with over the last year could be so nifty.
Now, I'm on a mission to meet each and every one of you.
I'm thinking I may start a tour. The WM blog circuit...coming to a town near you.
Be very afraid!

Because I feel cheated that I was the only one working on Presidents Day

I'm taking tomorrow off of work to enjoy a three day weekend. I may or may not be doing some or all of the following- you decide

watching ridiculously trashy tv until 3:00 a.m.

falling asleep around 4 a.m., putting pillow over head when kids wake up at 7:30 a.m.

Eating stacks upon stacks of pancakes and turkey bacon until I ooze dough and grease from my pores

shopping until I have drained my checking account of every red cent

napping, napping and more napping

meeting another fabulous blogger for karaoke and cocktails

drinking until I get kicked out of the bar

Practicing several renditions of "Sexyback" for my karaoke debut

Realize I am so good at Karaoke that I quit my job, cash out my retirement plan move to Hollywood and try and make it as a singer. Film my rise to stardom and watch as it becomes the most watched documentary. Ever.

Become a one hit wonder, realize that I am a hack, develop drug addiction, go to rehab, recover nicely, build my life back and live happily ever after


Happy weekends to you all.

Smooches,
WM

Hi! ...or should I say "High"

I spent hours in the dentist chair yesterday evening for a rather intense deep cleaning and a filling and well... I kinda of feel beat up. Have you ever been hit in the jaw with a sledgehammer? No me neither, but I imagine the pain I'm feeling now is akin to that.

But God love my dentist, before I left she sent me away with a prescription for pain meds. Remembering all they had done while I lay numb, I thought it best to get the prescription filled immediately. So I headed to the Walgreens across the street.

After waiting in Walgreens for what seemed like seventy hundred hours getting odd looks from people who saw only a messy haired lady (damn the dental chair for giving me bed head) with a perma frown on the left side drooling and not realizing it; I got the coveted meds.

Once I arrived home I popped one of those little suckers, said goodnight to the hubby and kids and lay down in bed.
In no time flat the tv show I'd been watching became the most wonderful show ever. And my socks. Well those were the most comfortably warm and cozy socks ever. I even looked down at my feet to see which ones I was wearing and made a mental note to buy more. And my blankets, well they felt as if they were sent from the Gods.
I was warm and cozy and never wanted that moment to end. My kids, who I could hear arguing with hubby about going to bed were the most wonderful kids in the world. And hubby , well he was the most amazing man that ever lived. Ever.
I smiled to myself at what a perfect life I have and how lucky I am.

I woke up late this morning but having slept incredibly well. As hubby and I stood at our sinks getting ready, I recalled how amazing I felt but didn't know why.

I relayed the story to hubby who began to laugh.

"Dear" he said, "You took a vicodin last night...don't you remember?"

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks: I WM, 35 year old mom, wife and career woman had gotten utterly and completely high last night.

And the Winner is....

Congrats to the The Milk Maid. She's the lucky winner of the Chicco You & Me Deluxe Infant Carrier.

Thanks to everyone that shared their favorite memories. As I said before I absolutely loved reading them. I wish I had a carrier to give away to everyone. Sadly I don't but you do still have another chance to win. Head on over to Chicco's Giveaway Site. They're generously giving away one carrier per day through February 29th.

Good luck!

What if women uttered cheesy pick up lines

To add a little levity to my crazy Friday, my sister forwarded a link to this site . Each time I read one of these incredibly cheesy lines I couldn't help but think who on earth thinks these up? Better yet, who actually uses them. Only the desperatest(and yes I know desperatest is not a word...what of it) of desperate males would use the line "Is your Daddy a pirate ?" "No , you could have fooled me with a booty like that"

I doubt even on my worst day I'd ever, ever, utter something so lame . I'd like to think I had more game back in my day.

But, as I began to think about it more I thought perhaps there are some women in need of a little help in the "getting a guy department". So because I'm all about helping a sista out, I have reached in to the depths of that part of my brain -the part that usually only comes out with too much liquor- and I give you these: my contributions to the pick up line arena (uttered by women to men)

"Was your Daddy a sculptor ?" "No, could have fooled me with that incredibly chiseled jaw line ?"

"Do you work with wood?" "No, can I work with yours ?"

Now then go forth in to your weekend and slip one of these little jewels in to your bar conversation (or let your single gal pal do it for you) and let me know how you fare.

Nope no thanks needed. I'm here to help.

Oh, and by all means if you've got an original pick up line to add, please feel free to add it in the comments. Our single sisters will thank you for it.

*wink*

Ta,
WM

Spreading the Love, Chicco Style

Happy Valentine's Day!

Mwah to you, you and you.

Now then, I promised details on Chicco's Giveaway. So here they are in all their glory.


Chicco is giving away one carrier per day now through February 29th at 5:00 p.m. So, head on over there

and don't forget there is still time to enter my giveaway for one of the fab new carriers. So keep the entries coming. I LOVE reading all of your stories.

Peace, Love, Smooches and Luck,

WM