So here I am, the day after Blogathon 2009. Slept like a log. Woke up early. Was planning to go to the gym. Been sitting on my butt for 24 hours straight, what do you think? Had a shower. Jumped into my shorts. Looked in the mirror. Aargh!
Raccoon eyes. Supermodel swagger. Sluggish brain. Hung over. Ooh, that can’t be good!
What was it the Black Eyed Peas kept saying over and over? I got this feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night, it’s gonna be a g-good good night…
And it WAS. the. best!
Dang, we had such a blast ðŸ™‚ . Can’t wait to do it again.
We made tons of cool friends (love you guys!), pigged out in the middle of the night, giggled like crazy, milked our brains dry and generally behaved like blogging idiots.
And this morning, I woke up to a cool $30 in pledges to the ASPCA. Woo-hoo!
Feeling left out? Want your piece of good karma? There’s still time. I’m leaving the little yellow button on the top of my sidebar till Friday just in case you’re feeling like you wanna make a pledge.
I’ve done all the fun hard work, sacrificed my beauty sleep and now I look like Miss Raccoon Universe, so the rest is up to you. But I promise doing good is intoxicating and gives you an incredible high.
Okay, I’m diving straight into bed right after I hit publish. Thanks again, everyone, for making this so much fun. Now let’s all have a good rest… zzzz!
If you’d like to surprise me with a pledge when I wake up, go ahead and click here.
Alright, peeps, we’re almost there. I guess this is as good a time as any to thank everyone who’s made this year’s Blogathon so amazingly fun! I really had a blast, guys. Thank you sponsors, my monitor Monique, our night cheerleader Mokia (you rock!), commenters and all the folks in the chatroom.
Remember there’s still time to pledge your donation to ASPCA. It’s not too late. I think donations will still be open till Friday so get in there and throw in your loose change.
… to read, write, make jewelry (now retired ðŸ˜† ) and cook up a storm.
What are your hobbies?
… your favorite movie hero?
The girls and I, we love ye old macho Cap’n Sparrow who sails yonder seas on de Black Pearl.
Bentos are cute and all, and certainly if it inspires your kids to eat what you give them, but if I have to stand in the kitchen all morning putting it together, there’s just no way! They’ll just have to learn to eat regular food that regular people eat, hmmph!
Do you make bento boxes for your kids? Have you ever had bento as a kid?
… of makeup you must have on before you leave the house?
For me, it’s my lipstick.
When my kids were younger, I couldn’t do much serious shopping when I was out with them. I had to watch them like hawks, well, pretty much. I’ve seen first-hand how parents lost their kids in the crowd and that desperate look on their faces is enough to scare the daylights out of anyone.
Sometimes we tend to get carried away with looking at stuff and we leave the kids in their strollers, or the toddlers to wander off on their own. There are a few things you can do though to avoid losing your kids.
(1) Always keep your kids in sight.
(2) Hold your child by the hand to keep them with you all the time.
(3) Have your wandering toddler on a leash.
(4) If you’re out with more than one kid, do a regular headcount to ensure everyone’s accounted for before moving on. Better yet, put an older sibling in charge of headcounts.
(5) Do a show and tell of an agreed location so your kids know where to go in case you get separated.
Yes, yes, we’ve gone without sleep for 20 hours so I don’t know if I’m still talking straight. I’m starting to see Oreos floating across the wall. I reach out with one hand ðŸ˜› , they vanish before my very eyes.
So what are you seeing on your wall?
A couple of weeks ago, I started learning French. It’s a language that holds a certain mystique for me. It sounds so deliciously flowery I decided that I would spend a few minutes every night to pick it up.
Well, actually I got past saying a tout à l’heure when I dropped the girls off at school on Lundi before I head off to the gym. And I was hoping that by Août, I would je comprends un peu Français. But I don’t *sobs* .