Umm, so, Blogger ate my original post. I'm currently absurdely distracted, as I'm packing for two kids and myself for ONE night away, and the massive amount of crap I have to take is running my brain ragged.
ANYWAYS.
This week, I'm featuring one of my favorite online shops: Nicki's Diapers!
Nicki's is A. MAZE. ING. Lightening fast shipping, THE best prices I've found, and FREE shipping on covers! They have a blog and a facebook page, and they restock immediately!
I just ordered from their sister site, My Swim Baby, to get Bug outfitted for pool season. Gotta have that UV-blocking swimwear for my fair skinned boy. Free shipping on EVERYTHING at MSB with the code "Diapers" at check out.
Seriously, they're both awesome. I won't bore you with blathering, instead I just order that you go, shop, and love. :D
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
And I shall name it "Crowley"
The computer has arrived, and I am currently blogging from it!!!! Tomorrow (Or rather, later today,) brings Things-that-are-awesome-Thursday, and Friday is a big surprise that I think you'll all enjoy!
I would absolutely be lying if I said that I didn't love having my own machine again. It was awesome that my family members were so sharing with theirs, but there's nothing quite like having everything set to my own personal modifications, you know?
Not to mention the fact that I never, ever, ever buy myself anything brand new, let alone something like a computer. It's kinda good for the happy feelings to splurge on myself. :)
I would absolutely be lying if I said that I didn't love having my own machine again. It was awesome that my family members were so sharing with theirs, but there's nothing quite like having everything set to my own personal modifications, you know?
Not to mention the fact that I never, ever, ever buy myself anything brand new, let alone something like a computer. It's kinda good for the happy feelings to splurge on myself. :)
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
So... Close...
A few things of note, my Droogs. Then we can return to our regularly scheduled milk bar antics.
1. We are SIX Droogs away from a give-away! Fifty followers, five items. So on, so forth, ad nauseum. (50 followers, 5 items. 100 followers, 5 items, to infinity and beyond!!!!)
2. My financial aid finally made it's way to me. I spent approximately $3k in one day. The upside to all that money being gone already is that I'm currently waiting impatiently on a late fedex delivery for my shiny new laptop (something I have never bought brand-new before,) to arrive, I've gotten another Ergo for the Trio of Terror days, and Ella's new car seat is happily chillin' in the backseat of my car.
3. I have an extremely cute new dress and shoes to wear to a wedding this weekend.
No, there is nothing else of substance in this post; I just wanted to be social. I'll get back to my egocentric narcissism tomorrow. ;)
1. We are SIX Droogs away from a give-away! Fifty followers, five items. So on, so forth, ad nauseum. (50 followers, 5 items. 100 followers, 5 items, to infinity and beyond!!!!)
2. My financial aid finally made it's way to me. I spent approximately $3k in one day. The upside to all that money being gone already is that I'm currently waiting impatiently on a late fedex delivery for my shiny new laptop (something I have never bought brand-new before,) to arrive, I've gotten another Ergo for the Trio of Terror days, and Ella's new car seat is happily chillin' in the backseat of my car.
3. I have an extremely cute new dress and shoes to wear to a wedding this weekend.
No, there is nothing else of substance in this post; I just wanted to be social. I'll get back to my egocentric narcissism tomorrow. ;)
Friday, May 14, 2010
Things-that-are-awesome Thursday!
Okay, I'm late. I had an incident yesterday that needed tending to; I promise, it was all for a good reason.
This week, we are featuring Jen over at Amarook Art! She specializes in pyrography, and is amaaaazing at what she does.
I commissioned a piece from her not too long ago for MMC Designs, Farm and Kennels, which is actually AccidentallyMommy's business. (Well, the designs bit. Right now the farm and kennels are closed. When they're open, I specialize in off-track thoroughbreds and standardbreds, and dobermans.)
Check out the awesome she made for me!!!!!
Now, it's hard to tell, but the edge is painted in my business colors: purple, with a stripe of green. The wording and images are all burned into the wood. All of this is sealed in an indoor/outdoor quality wood sealant.
I'm a pretty demanding customer, and I am more than happy to report that she far exceeded my normal criteria for something I'm willing to give a positive review on. Additionally, Jen is great about maintaining contact through the process, and also sends status updates as she's working.
My images were standard stock silhouettes, but she also does custom work (with very realistic detailing,) from your photographs. Go check out her blog and see for yourself!
This week, we are featuring Jen over at Amarook Art! She specializes in pyrography, and is amaaaazing at what she does.
I commissioned a piece from her not too long ago for MMC Designs, Farm and Kennels, which is actually AccidentallyMommy's business. (Well, the designs bit. Right now the farm and kennels are closed. When they're open, I specialize in off-track thoroughbreds and standardbreds, and dobermans.)
Check out the awesome she made for me!!!!!
I'm a pretty demanding customer, and I am more than happy to report that she far exceeded my normal criteria for something I'm willing to give a positive review on. Additionally, Jen is great about maintaining contact through the process, and also sends status updates as she's working.
My images were standard stock silhouettes, but she also does custom work (with very realistic detailing,) from your photographs. Go check out her blog and see for yourself!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Bloggers Without Makeup/Bloggers in the Buff
Jodie over at Mummy Mayhem has issued a proposal! (Thanks to Wanderlust for the awesome alliteration!)
"This Friday 14 May, I am going to proclaim it "Bloggers Without Makeup Day", but open to bloggers and tweeps. I'm going to use the above photo on my Twitter account ALL DAY on Friday. I'm going to put a trending topic attached to it,#BloggersWithoutMakeup, and I'm going to show all of you the real me and, in turn, perhaps practice a bit of what I preach. If you have a blog, you could also post a pic like mine on your blog (if you dare) and tweet it on Friday."
I accept the proposal, vice chairman! Oh, wait. Anyways.
I know, I know... to all my 'merkin followers, it's only Thursday. However, Jodie is from the magical land of Oz, and it's Friday *there*, so logically, I should respond to her proposal on her timeline.
Behold, AccidentallyMommy without any frills or photoshop!
Now, truth be told, I look like this all the time. I don't really remember the last time I wore makeup... I want to say it was the weekend I conceived Bug, so well over a year ago. Don't get me wrong - I love makeup. Love buying it, love playing with it... I just never have the time or opportunity to put it on, and taking it off offends my lazy sensibilities.
Soooo, yeah. Show us those pretty faces, friends!
"This Friday 14 May, I am going to proclaim it "Bloggers Without Makeup Day", but open to bloggers and tweeps. I'm going to use the above photo on my Twitter account ALL DAY on Friday. I'm going to put a trending topic attached to it,#BloggersWithoutMakeup, and I'm going to show all of you the real me and, in turn, perhaps practice a bit of what I preach. If you have a blog, you could also post a pic like mine on your blog (if you dare) and tweet it on Friday."
I accept the proposal, vice chairman! Oh, wait. Anyways.
I know, I know... to all my 'merkin followers, it's only Thursday. However, Jodie is from the magical land of Oz, and it's Friday *there*, so logically, I should respond to her proposal on her timeline.
Behold, AccidentallyMommy without any frills or photoshop!
Now, truth be told, I look like this all the time. I don't really remember the last time I wore makeup... I want to say it was the weekend I conceived Bug, so well over a year ago. Don't get me wrong - I love makeup. Love buying it, love playing with it... I just never have the time or opportunity to put it on, and taking it off offends my lazy sensibilities.
Soooo, yeah. Show us those pretty faces, friends!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Caution: Imaginations at play!
So, Kinder Major has had a recurring case of Strep for the past month or so, which means there's been a lot of time spent hanging out and relaxing while we work through symptoms, antibiotics, and mandatory time out of school.
During this time, I've noticed a huge cognitive leap in her. Her imagination has suddenly taken off! Not that she didn't engage in imagination play before - she did. It was definitely limited to tangible concepts, though. Playing with dolls meant that they were locked into familial roles, blocks were objects she saw every day, and reading story books was less imagining what was going on with the characters in the pictures and more reciting what she remembered from when I read the story to her originally.
This past month I have seen her explore new territories like never before. Dolls now have many different roles, from family groups to movie stars and explorers of space, sea and jungle alike. Story books are read with elaborate tales surrounding the illustrations. (We're working on reading and spelling. For now, I listen as she makes up her own stories.) Blocks and legos are used to make submarines, rocket ships, fairy houses and fantastical vehicles for monsters and pets. Every day items are used to invent and build, often to my consternation when it involves rolls of toilet paper being unrolled, or booby traps of duct tape and paper clips.
She "writes" letters full of nonsense letters and numbers strung together, mixed in with the words she knows how to read and write. She makes cards for any and every occasion, she decorates and adorns with pleasure and an artistic freedom that every artist I know would be colored green with envy by.
Outside time is spent planting 100 foot bean stalks and mixing witch's brew out of leaves and mud. She climbs trees and pretends they are her pirate ships and she is the captain. When she's dirty and covered in the evidence of her play like chalk dust, she becomes a zombie or a mummy, intent on sucking out brains and tickling to death. (Gotta love my horror baby.)
In addition to her imagination, she has an appreciation for concepts that most children at her age have yet to comprehend. For Mother's Day, her teacher engaged the class in a project of appreciation to send home to the moms/caregivers. Each child drew and colored a picture, and then the children sat with the teacher or one of the helpers and dictated why they love their mothers. Kinder Major's teacher pulled me aside after school on Friday and thanked me. My face must have been openly bemused, because she hurried to explain that Kinder Major was the only child in the class to list the reasons she loved me as something other than the things I've bought her or places I've taken her. Instead, her reasons for loving me were the various things I've taught her and the fact that I love her "forever and ever as much as all the world." I couldn't hide the tears that came to my eyes.
It's so awesome to me to watch her grow as a little person, to see her mind evolve with her body. Yes, it's oftentimes bittersweet, but sweet is the key word. She is a kind-hearted, happy child who knows that she is loved and has support in everything she wants to do. As long as she continues to feel this way, I will be re-assured that I am doing right by her.
She's right. I do love her, forever and ever and as much as the whole world. She IS my world, and I'm so very lucky to be her mommy.
During this time, I've noticed a huge cognitive leap in her. Her imagination has suddenly taken off! Not that she didn't engage in imagination play before - she did. It was definitely limited to tangible concepts, though. Playing with dolls meant that they were locked into familial roles, blocks were objects she saw every day, and reading story books was less imagining what was going on with the characters in the pictures and more reciting what she remembered from when I read the story to her originally.
This past month I have seen her explore new territories like never before. Dolls now have many different roles, from family groups to movie stars and explorers of space, sea and jungle alike. Story books are read with elaborate tales surrounding the illustrations. (We're working on reading and spelling. For now, I listen as she makes up her own stories.) Blocks and legos are used to make submarines, rocket ships, fairy houses and fantastical vehicles for monsters and pets. Every day items are used to invent and build, often to my consternation when it involves rolls of toilet paper being unrolled, or booby traps of duct tape and paper clips.
She "writes" letters full of nonsense letters and numbers strung together, mixed in with the words she knows how to read and write. She makes cards for any and every occasion, she decorates and adorns with pleasure and an artistic freedom that every artist I know would be colored green with envy by.
Outside time is spent planting 100 foot bean stalks and mixing witch's brew out of leaves and mud. She climbs trees and pretends they are her pirate ships and she is the captain. When she's dirty and covered in the evidence of her play like chalk dust, she becomes a zombie or a mummy, intent on sucking out brains and tickling to death. (Gotta love my horror baby.)
In addition to her imagination, she has an appreciation for concepts that most children at her age have yet to comprehend. For Mother's Day, her teacher engaged the class in a project of appreciation to send home to the moms/caregivers. Each child drew and colored a picture, and then the children sat with the teacher or one of the helpers and dictated why they love their mothers. Kinder Major's teacher pulled me aside after school on Friday and thanked me. My face must have been openly bemused, because she hurried to explain that Kinder Major was the only child in the class to list the reasons she loved me as something other than the things I've bought her or places I've taken her. Instead, her reasons for loving me were the various things I've taught her and the fact that I love her "forever and ever as much as all the world." I couldn't hide the tears that came to my eyes.
It's so awesome to me to watch her grow as a little person, to see her mind evolve with her body. Yes, it's oftentimes bittersweet, but sweet is the key word. She is a kind-hearted, happy child who knows that she is loved and has support in everything she wants to do. As long as she continues to feel this way, I will be re-assured that I am doing right by her.
She's right. I do love her, forever and ever and as much as the whole world. She IS my world, and I'm so very lucky to be her mommy.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Coming back and showing my meme streak...
(U see what I did thar?)
So, I have decided that I cannot stay away from you guys any longer. Even though I still have no computer of my own and this one seems to loathe blogger (In the I'm-going-to-crash-if-you-try-to-read-the-blogs-you-follow kind of way,)
Today, I come back with a meme. Being technologically cold and barren has led to a winter of discontent, in that I have had a chance to sit and observe my surroundings, think about the things I've been involved in and said/done, examine the people I associate with/am a fan of, and I've learned something: I don't actually like half of any of it. I've known this moment was coming... It started with the gut-wrenching realization that I was beginning to dread what I had most looked forward to since the birth of Kinder Major - the road to midwifery. The realization that I was jaded with the people I would have to deal with regularly, and thusly would be miserable pursuing it, was just the beginning of what I was to come to realize I dreaded.
This brings us to the meme. Claire Marie started the whole shebang, with K at Wanderlust being the one to bring it to my attention. The short of it? Jot down a few letters that you've thought but never sent. Then, post them for all the world to see, and hope your neighbor that you've just called an alcoholic asshole doesn't come and shit on your front porch. Here, I'll show you mine. It's only polite to show me yours. :)
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Dear Charlie Crist-
Thank you for proving me wrong. You have no concept of how much it actually, really, in my heart means to me.
-J
Sarah Palin-
Just stop opening your mouth. I will never let your betrayal of your gender go, nor will I forget about the complete lack of empathy and kindness you have for the living beings that you share the world with. You are a complete waste of a Vagina.
-J.
Dear JAJ-
I so want to believe that you are the semi-decent human being I thought you were many years ago, and that your psychotic life partner has just led you astray. Please, please don't fuck things up any more than you have already. I'm giving you another chance, even though you don't know it's me. In the end, I have the final say. PLEASE don't fuck it up. For her sake and the little one's. They deserve to know each other, but I will not allow you to further damage her just for that reason. You're on tenuous ground. Beware.
-J
Dear Florida-
Please bounce back from this. My soul belongs to you, no place else will ever be home. I already sob daily as I look at the oil-flow trajectory, and hear about the clean-up efforts already in place along your beautiful and one-of-a-kind shores. I desperately want my children to be able to experience your wonder like I have, and understand why I will never leave. Please, if the strength of one human's love for you is even remotely possibly enough to heal you, in the grand scheme of the universe, draw on mine. In the meantime, I will contribute in every way I can to the efforts being made to minimize the damage.
Love,
-J
Friends boycotting Nestle-
Please remember that Nestle is the producer of the only food my son can tolerate, and I am out. of. milk. I cannot go off my meds, and I have no one I trust to donate milk to him. Without Nestle's product, my already challenged son would starve. It really frustrates me that you cannot see that they do provide a necessary service to mothers like me, mothers you call friends, mothers who are out of all other options. You claim to be tolerant, but really? You're extremely hurtful sometimes.
-J.
The people who want to judge me for having "two different babydaddies, bein' on medicaid, not workin' and just bein' a goddamn leech of a breeder"-
Fuck you, too. I've worked steadily since literally the day I turned sixteen. I've paid taxes, I've contributed to my community and charities, and I've given back as much as I can in return for what I've been given. I am a student, I am raising my children to be happy and functional so that we don't perpetuate a cycle of poverty, and even though I am not paid in cash that is taxable, I have a job. Snow White deserves to be someplace where she can remain as healthy and comfortable as possible, and it is my job as her aunt to protect her and provide her (and my brother and sister-in-love) with the peace of mind that comes with knowing that she is in a safe place with someone who understands her and understands what is going on with her. So fuck you right in the ear for insinuating that I sit on my ass all day, plotting how to pop out more kids in order to fuck the system and rob you of your precious money.
NO LOVE,
-J
And, to end on a happy note...
Dear dogs-
Thank you for your unconditional, smelly, dirty, loud and slobbery devotion. The past few nights that I have been so overwhelmed that I would have otherwise cried myself to sleep, your concern and quiet comfort reminded me that it's not always as bad as it feels, and there are a few things that will never be ruined, like your goofy puppy smiles.
-Mama
So, I have decided that I cannot stay away from you guys any longer. Even though I still have no computer of my own and this one seems to loathe blogger (In the I'm-going-to-crash-if-you-try-to-read-the-blogs-you-follow kind of way,)
Today, I come back with a meme. Being technologically cold and barren has led to a winter of discontent, in that I have had a chance to sit and observe my surroundings, think about the things I've been involved in and said/done, examine the people I associate with/am a fan of, and I've learned something: I don't actually like half of any of it. I've known this moment was coming... It started with the gut-wrenching realization that I was beginning to dread what I had most looked forward to since the birth of Kinder Major - the road to midwifery. The realization that I was jaded with the people I would have to deal with regularly, and thusly would be miserable pursuing it, was just the beginning of what I was to come to realize I dreaded.
This brings us to the meme. Claire Marie started the whole shebang, with K at Wanderlust being the one to bring it to my attention. The short of it? Jot down a few letters that you've thought but never sent. Then, post them for all the world to see, and hope your neighbor that you've just called an alcoholic asshole doesn't come and shit on your front porch. Here, I'll show you mine. It's only polite to show me yours. :)
----------
Dear Charlie Crist-
Thank you for proving me wrong. You have no concept of how much it actually, really, in my heart means to me.
-J
Sarah Palin-
Just stop opening your mouth. I will never let your betrayal of your gender go, nor will I forget about the complete lack of empathy and kindness you have for the living beings that you share the world with. You are a complete waste of a Vagina.
-J.
Dear JAJ-
I so want to believe that you are the semi-decent human being I thought you were many years ago, and that your psychotic life partner has just led you astray. Please, please don't fuck things up any more than you have already. I'm giving you another chance, even though you don't know it's me. In the end, I have the final say. PLEASE don't fuck it up. For her sake and the little one's. They deserve to know each other, but I will not allow you to further damage her just for that reason. You're on tenuous ground. Beware.
-J
Dear Florida-
Please bounce back from this. My soul belongs to you, no place else will ever be home. I already sob daily as I look at the oil-flow trajectory, and hear about the clean-up efforts already in place along your beautiful and one-of-a-kind shores. I desperately want my children to be able to experience your wonder like I have, and understand why I will never leave. Please, if the strength of one human's love for you is even remotely possibly enough to heal you, in the grand scheme of the universe, draw on mine. In the meantime, I will contribute in every way I can to the efforts being made to minimize the damage.
Love,
-J
Friends boycotting Nestle-
Please remember that Nestle is the producer of the only food my son can tolerate, and I am out. of. milk. I cannot go off my meds, and I have no one I trust to donate milk to him. Without Nestle's product, my already challenged son would starve. It really frustrates me that you cannot see that they do provide a necessary service to mothers like me, mothers you call friends, mothers who are out of all other options. You claim to be tolerant, but really? You're extremely hurtful sometimes.
-J.
The people who want to judge me for having "two different babydaddies, bein' on medicaid, not workin' and just bein' a goddamn leech of a breeder"-
Fuck you, too. I've worked steadily since literally the day I turned sixteen. I've paid taxes, I've contributed to my community and charities, and I've given back as much as I can in return for what I've been given. I am a student, I am raising my children to be happy and functional so that we don't perpetuate a cycle of poverty, and even though I am not paid in cash that is taxable, I have a job. Snow White deserves to be someplace where she can remain as healthy and comfortable as possible, and it is my job as her aunt to protect her and provide her (and my brother and sister-in-love) with the peace of mind that comes with knowing that she is in a safe place with someone who understands her and understands what is going on with her. So fuck you right in the ear for insinuating that I sit on my ass all day, plotting how to pop out more kids in order to fuck the system and rob you of your precious money.
NO LOVE,
-J
And, to end on a happy note...
Dear dogs-
Thank you for your unconditional, smelly, dirty, loud and slobbery devotion. The past few nights that I have been so overwhelmed that I would have otherwise cried myself to sleep, your concern and quiet comfort reminded me that it's not always as bad as it feels, and there are a few things that will never be ruined, like your goofy puppy smiles.
-Mama
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