Boogy Woogy

One of our favorite family pass-times is doing dance contests just before bedtime. The kids love it and really get into it. But, this night it was all about Faith. Let it shine, Girlie!!! Notice how she is all over the place. Yes, she will be getting dance lessons for our future entertainment.

Saturday Post

I really wanted to post to my blog on Saturday, but I was out ALL DAY! Yes. It was a miracle. Mommy had flown the coop. That doesn't happen too often because I have been without a car for nearly 3 months. Ahhh.. Gotta love the single car life in a family of 6....
But, low and behold we finally got our suburban fixed. It was about time! It cost a whopping $1200! What the flip?! All we need is 1 1/2 years left with this beast and all will be good. So, I have resorted to caressing and speaking sweet nothings to it. "You are such a good mom mobile.... You have a beautiful smooth finish..... You are in such great shape; Have you been working out?"

So, I went to the mall to get birthday presents for Faith. She will be 11 years old. I have stopped feeling like I am getting older when by birthday comes around, because frankly I can't remember how old I am. But, when my kids get older, then I feel the pain. I must be getting old to have an 11 year old!
 Anyway, while I was at the mall I saw the choicest vision that one can behold! It defied all fashion logic and I was hoping some television fashion show would pop out of nowhere to do a "What are you wearing, Crazy lady?" makeover attack.
The blogger in me always carries around my nifty pocket camera. So, I pulled it from my pocket to snap a picture of the vision which I was ever so lucky to behold. But, then I realized that I was getting stares from people who were probably thinking, "What is this freak doing?" So I quickly put the camera away and took out my cell phone and pretended I was going to make a phone call. I swear... you could call me 007.
Unfortunately, my phone doesn't take as pristine pictures as my pocket camera. But, you will see the glory of this beauty nonetheless.

Here you can see, as I have circled it in purple for you the awesomeness of this outfit. Besides the obvious fact that her clothes are 3 sizes too small, you can see starting from the top that she had a see-through shirt on with a glowing white bra. Classic mistake. Doesn't go with your coloring, sweet heart.... It stands out like a "blue hair" streaking in Sunday School. It just doesn't work... Although, kudos for not having side or back boobs, lady! Now draw your eyes down to the pièce de résistance. (For those of you who don't know French, I am talking about the main course of this visual meal.)

Are they Daisy Dukes or pants? It makes me wonder. Whatever they are, notice how the cut seems to accentuate the fat at the top of her thigh but just below the butt. It is just oozing out. Come to think of it, maybe she wore the holes in her pants right there because of unkind rubbing when she walks. Maybe??? What you are unable to see here is the tushy that squeezes out with every step from the bottom of the daisy duke part of the pants. Fortunate or unfortunate. You make the call.

I have to wonder though.... Who are this girl's friends and family to let her go out into public this way?

Who doesn't love Mad Libs?

So... I have blogging induced insomnia. I have been up for hours now because I have been wanting to write a post for days. The problem is that I can't just write it because it is more of a rant and would be spreading gossip. And, I don't want certain readers to figure out what it is about because it just might be about them. Don't worry.... I would never be talking about you... (wink. wink.)
Well, I don't want to spread negativity anyway, especially on my blog! I feel that this blog is actually making me a better person, in a round-about sorta way.
But, I have to get this "problem" out of my mind and off my chest or I fear I will have more sleepless nights.
So, in order to relieve my mind, I decided to rant in a Mad Lib. So get you pencils ready and pop in a Bazooka gum, cause here we go!!!

The past (number) (plural noun) I ( past tense verb) a (noun) who name shall remain nameless. (Pronoun) (verb) such (adverb) into (possessive pronoun) (noun). (Pronoun) (verb) at my (noun) (present tense verb) (pronoun), "(Pronoun) (past tense adjective) (possessive pronoun) (noun) forever!" And, (pronoun) just walks around (present tense verb) a LOT. This drives me (adjective). All (noun) long (pronoun) demands that I fix (pronoun) (noun), which is just (adjective). (Verb) something else for crying out loud! And (pronoun) got bugars on (possessive pronoun) (noun). I wanted to (verb).


But, the (adjective) part of it is that (pronoun) is (number) (period of time) and not (noun) (past tense verb). I did not sign up to (verb) this (possessive pronoun) (noun). Gross.


So I have been (present tense verb) (pronoun). (Pronoun) has been doing (adverb). The (order of time) day (pronoun) had several (plural noun). (Adverb) (pronoun) only had (number) . And, every time (pronoun) tell (pronoun) to go to the (noun) (pronoun) does! So, this all makes me (verb) (pronoun) is just a product of (pronoun) (noun). Sadly, I (present tense verb) (pronoun) (plural noun) just must be too (adverb) to get off the (noun) to (verb) (pronoun), nor do (plural pronoun) (verb) (pronoun) to use the (noun). It is just (adjective) to stick a (noun) on (pronoun). Crying shame.


I bet that if (pronoun) was to (verb) (pronoun) for a (period of time) (pronoun) would be (past tense verb) by the end of it. Oh well. Such is (noun). I guess (plural pronoun) all just have to realize (plural pronoun) can't fix (noun).

Phew!!! I am glad I got that off my chest!


OK.... Now I want to hear these!!!! So, copy and paste this Mad Lib completed in my comments section so we can all enjoy them. This will be fun.

A Dying Christmas Wish

Today's post goes out to all you good-deed-doers... I heard about this story late last night. It has been checked out to be true. However, if you are a skeptic and looking for a pathetic excuse to get out of my challenge to you, Snopes it. I dare you. No, I double dog dare you.

Here is the story:

Diana Harrison Biorkman, has a 5-yr old son in his last stages of a 2 1/2 year battle with Neuroblastoma cancer. Their family is celebrating Christmas next weekend (that would be Nov. 14 & 15).  Apparently, he will not make it to Christmas. All this innocent little boy has requested is Christmas cards. 
I was thinking about how horrible this reality is... I have a little 5 yr. old. So, this tale hits close to home for me. I can't even the imagine the heartache this family must be going through, as I imagine life without my little Hope. She is so perfect, innocent and trusting. Such is the nature of 5 yr olds.

The Challenge:

Go get a card NOW! Send it as soon as you can. There is not much time left for him to receive it by their family Christmas celebration.

This is so simple. You can bring joy to a little boy who is so close to dying, and to his family who will treasure the goodness of the people in this world for showing such love and compassion in their time of need.

Send a card to:

Noah Biorkman

1141 Fountain View Circle

South Lyon, MI 48178

My personal favorites are the music cards. They bring a smile to my face and my children just love them. So, Noah will be getting a card with a song from us, as well as pictures from my kids.

Thanks! Let's get the cards out ASAP!!! We are running out of time to get these out before it is too late. But, more importantly, Noah is running out of time to enjoy his last Christmas Wish.

Blogging Addiction, Anyone????

Hi. My Name is Tera. And, I am addicted to blogging.

81%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

Do I have a problem? Ummmm.... yeah.
You know blogging is a recognizable force when you forget you are babysitting a 4 year old from 8am until 5pm - and they just show up at your door.  Yup. That happened to me today right in the middle of me writing a post.

Yes. I am blogging here. Why did David take pictures of this?

...Maybe because he wanted to document how I look during much of the day.

I was introduced to blogging a little over a year ago when my friend showed me her blog and told me to start one. I did reluctantly. But I quickly lost interest because it looked complicated, and I had also just started back in school.
Then, a school break came and I became bored. So I turned to the ever so popular and challenging blogging. I resurrected my poor attempts at a blog and discovered a whole new world that brought my need for creativity, mental stimulation, and social interaction. But, then the obsessive person that I am, I let it it take me away. I haven't recovered since. Every little red star I get on my revolving world is like a trophy to add to my shelf of popularity. But, I like to share what I have to say with others. It keeps the blogging fire burning when I know people are visiting my site because they want to hear what I have to say.
I don't get much response from home. Here, I am just plain old Mom who never shuts up....(except to blog). This is one of the causes, by the way. Other causes are: "I spend all day working at this computer - it's so lonely." Or, some may take to blogging simply for the pleasure of it, like recreational sex. And, for others it may fill a deep-seated need to "be somebody." I do it for ALL of these reasons. So, yeah, I was doomed from the start - and enjoying every minute of it!!!

Serious concentration writing my post.

Hmmm... I need something to even out my skin tone.

So, how do you know if you are addicted? There are many, many websites about it. Yes, I am so addicted that I read blogs about blog addiction. BAD. Or, is it Blogging Addiction Disorder?
Don't fault me. I have a disorder... Well whatever it is, I am just admitting it. I am not ashamed, nor do I intend on quitting. Deal with that!

I thought I was hiding from the annoying camera in my face.

But, maybe this is a picture of subconscious shame.

Top 10 signs that show
you might be addicted:

10. You check your blog stats a LOT. You occasionally get up in the middle of the night and sneak a peak.
9. Your significant other suspects you are having an affair with your blog. Even when you’re alone with your special person, you do find yourself thinking what your blog might be doing right then…
8. You “mental blog” while driving or on the train, and sometimes even when you are alone in the shower.
7. You filter everything through your post-writing. You can’t watch a movie, see a play, read an article, or share a sweet moment with your child without thinking of whether it’s blog-worthy.
6. You suffer from “blog envy” when another blogger posts something juicy before you do. You suffer “comment envy” when said post gets 40-something comments – the jerk!
5. You “binge blog” 3 or 4 posts at once—only to feel guilty and empty afterward.
4. You ditched all your real friends for blog friends, because, well, “they understand.” You bypass Bowling Alone at the bookstore (who really cares?) while you reach for Naked Conversations.
3. You think, “I can stop at any time.”
2. Your lunch hour has become your “blog hour.” You keep a few posts tucked in your desk in case you need them during the day.
1. After 5 minutes of meeting someone really interesting you ask, “So - do you blog?”

To test your "BAD" go to this site
---> http://mingle2.com/blog-addiction