Monthly Archives: June 2013

Mommy TMI 6/28/13


Janene and Christine from More Than Mommies have started a vlogging link up: Mommy TMI!
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I just can’t pass up a good vlog opportunity these days, so check out my video to hear the answers to these burning questions. (Video here)
Your Turn to TMI

(Video here)

If you’re interested in more of my vlogs (of course you are!) here are some links to some of my most popular:
*Prance off the Pounds: A Prancercise Parody (Watch on YouTube)
*Dear Diary: I was a Middle School Stalker (Watch on YouTube)
*Something interesting I received in the mail (Watch on YouTube)

…and you can find even more of that good stuff on my YouTube channel (subscribe!) and my Vlog Magic page.

You can make your own Mommy TMI vlog and link it up with the More Than Mommies Mixer…or you can just link up your blog and get your blog hop on.

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10 Years


Today my hubby and I are “celebrating” our 10th Wedding Anniversary. And by that I mean we are not celebrating at all. We wanted to sleep in, but our bosses said “No way!”. I thought breakfast in bed would be nice, but neither of us volunteered (because we’re selfish) and our kids are still too young to cook unsupervised. We had big plans to go out later but our babysitter (my mother-in-law) threw her back out and now we can’t go anywhere.
Seriously, that trip to the movies we were going to take took us 10 years to plan and now…nothing.
We probably won’t even shower today.

Time, she is not kind…
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(Okay, well, my hubby actually looks great in that picture because he didn’t understand that I was going for the tired, beat-down look. Hmpf.)

In loving memory of the young couple that used sleep in and leave the house whenever they wanted, here’s a look back…

(Video here)

Here’s a peek at our fancy-schmancy wedding…

(Video here)

…and if that wasn’t enough you can see more wedding details on my other blog!

I actually convinced hubby to make some vlogs with me (it took a lot of crying and manipulation).
Here’s the first episode where we talk about our first anniversary.
(Video here)

…and here’s the second episode where we talk about our first date.
(Video here)

Click the pic to read the post…
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You have a lot more to look forward to like us talking about weird quirks we each have. It’s going to require some serious editing so maybe I’ll have those posted before our 11th anniversary (nope). In the meantime you can read about how we met here and here

Over on my Coolest Family on the Block Facebook Page I’m posting something “us” related once an hour for 10 hours. But for you, I’m just putting everything in one place. I’ve already linked to half of them above, but I’m going to list them again in the name of excess.
You are welcome!

1. A look back… (Photo Montage)
2. Our Wedding (The Video)
3. Our Wedding (The Photos)
4. How we met Part 1
5. How we met Part 2
6. 15 Reasons My Hubby is Awesome
7. Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork
8. Our 8th Anniversary
9. Our 9th Anniversay

…and that’s only 9 things, but let’s pretend there’s 10.
Because this blog post counts as 10.
Shut up, it does.

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Kim and Kanye’s Baby Name


I don’t usually get into celebrity gossip because I really don’t care.
And I still don’t care that Kim and Kanye named their baby North (West).

Still, I just couldn’t pass up trying my hand at my first meme…

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And if you really care about Kim, Kanye, and North West, you can read about it on TMZ.

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Someone needs to apologize to Jem…and to Jenn


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Jem is truly outrageous…and so is what happened to my Jem coloring book when I was a child!
Watch the video to find out who needs to apologize to me!
(Video here)

Oh the injustice of it all!!!! It was premeditated, you can see the devious look in her eyes!
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Be sure to check out what the other vloggers have to say over at Mama Kat’s Vlog Workshop.
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Did you have a favorite coloring book as a child (or adult)?
Is there someone who owes you an apology?
Let me know in the comments!

Related Posts
*There’s a bra in my lunchbox

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There’s a bra in my lunchbox


You may have already read this story on my other blog a few years ago, but it’s back complete with illustrations.

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Don’t trade lunches with Jenny!

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(Why yes, my elementary school was extremely tiny and it was also shaped like a poorly drawn pencil ;))
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My mother, being the evil genius that she is, decided to find me the most itchy, scratchy, uncomfortable bra that she could possibly find. This way I’d be quiet about wanting a bra and I’d see that growing up too fast isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Her evil plan had worked and since she saw that I had learned my lesson, she never made me wear that horrible bra again.

The joke was on her 5 years later when I actually needed a bra and she had to practically wrestle me into one! I had no desire to ever wear one again after my traumatic experience in the first grade. I required one with no underwire, no lace, no trim, no padding. Two band-aids would’ve done a better job. Then a few years after that when I really blossomed, I went the other direction and wore my bra constantly, I even slept in it every night.

In my late teens I would get a job in the lingerie department of a local department store and would eventually become a fit consultant and the department manager for 5 years.

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Sadly my mom got rid of my Popples lunchbox years ago and now I have to keep all of my bras in a drawer like a normal person.

When did you get your first bra?
Were you excited about it or embarrassed?
Was your bra itchy and uncomfortable too?
Let me know in the comments!

This was linked to Mama’s Kat Writer’s Workshop for the prompt:
3.) Write a post inspired by the word: bra

Related Posts:
*Awkward: I sold my teacher what?!!!
*Dear Diary: I’m kind of a stalker

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Prance off the Pounds!


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Have you heard of Prancercise?
Prancercise® was created by Joanna Rohrback of Prancercise LLC and is described as “A Springy,rhythmic way of moving forward similar to a horse’s gait and ideally induced by elation”.

If you haven’t seen it yet you absolutely MUST watch this video before watching mine!

(Click here to view the video)

That is about 50 shades of awesome right there. I can’t even begin to put into words all of the wonderful things about that video. If nothing else the stretch pants coupled with the business jacket and costume jewelry will forever change the way I think of workout attire.

If that wasn’t great enough, Mama Kat, in all of her wisdom has made one of the vlog prompts this week “Get your Prancersize on!”. I just absolutely couldn’t resist.

Join me as we Prance off the Pounds together!
(Click here to view the video)

So, yeah. I may need a good divorce lawyer because my husband wasn’t super-thrilled about me making that video 😉

Click here to learn the history of the onesie.
By the way, my onesie video was featured by Mama Kat back in April. That was the most exciting blog thing to ever happen to me until now when she picked my awkward story as one of her favorites from the 6/05/13 Writer’s Workshop…and, and she featured my Dear Diary vlog from last week! I was tearing it up last week! 😉

If you’re looking to waste more of your time you should subscribe to my YouTube channel!

What do you think of Prancercise?
What is your favorite fitness workout?
Let me know in the comments!

If you’ve Prancercised I’d love to see it!
Be sure to stop by Mama Kat’s and check out the other vloggers!

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Awkward: I sold my teacher what?!!!


You may have already read this story on my other blog a few years back. But I wanted to breath new life into it and add some illustrations.

I sold my teacher what

1991

It was around March or April of 1991. I was in 6th grade. I was 11 years old. I had the misfortune of having the same math teacher two years in a row. He wasn’t all that bad and still I wasn’t very fond of him. Maybe because Math was my least favorite subject and my grades were slipping that year.

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(Look at that face of innocence! And also that sa-weeeeet outfit ;))

Middle School was the time when we learned what “going together” was all about (sorta). Kids were “going together” and breaking up every week. “Going together” more than 2 weeks was rare and nearly unheard of during these formative years. I myself had already had one other “going together” and breaking up experience so far that year. Now I found myself “going with” another boy. I don’t remember much about our “relationship”. I don’t remember how we got together or how we broke up…I only remember that it happened and was, in the scheme of things, quite an uneventful period of time in my life. The only mention of the “relationship” in my diary was short, cryptic and written 3 months after the fact.

(Names were erased to protect the privacy of those mentioned in my diary ;))
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The spelling is literally killing me. 3 “mounths”, wow!

There’s probably more I don’t remember about this experience than what I do remember and I regret that I can’t provide you with all of the compelling details. All I know is that the halls had recently emptied, I’m guessing that the bell was about to ring for the start of class. My boyfriend was in the hall with me and before he left he gave me a quick peck. I’m fairly certain that this was the first time that had happened, yet it happened so quickly it almost seemed routine. I’m not even sure the kiss hit my lips although I know it had intended to.

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Then he came walking up to me…my math teacher. Tall (in comparison to me), round, balding, and bearded he towered over me with his eyes narrowing at me through his round glasses. He informed me that he had just seen what had happened and would be calling my mother. I wanted to yell that he had kissed me and that I was the innocent victim of a hit and run (which was the truth), but I said nothing and walked with my head down, red-faced and embarrassed into class.

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I don’t think my math teacher ever bothered calling my mother because she never talked to me about it, and believe me, she definitely would’ve talked to me about it. I suppose there was nothing to worry about, yet I still couldn’t help feeling embarrassed that my teacher thought me a naughty girl. In fact this very incident may have been what led to the ultimate demise of my “relationship” with Mr. Kiss-and-Run. I bet you’re thinking that this is rather a boring story and so far you’re right. Little did 11 year old me know the irony that awaited me 7 years later…

1998

It was around September or October of 1998. I was 19 years old. I was working in the lingerie department of a very newly opened department store in the mall. Half of our department’s merchandise consisted of respectable sleepwear and robes, the other half of bras and panties and other foundations. Far from being Fredrick’s of Hollywood or even Victoria’s Secret we only carried a few racks of “special occasion” lingerie, otherwise known as…the sexy stuff.

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(Me 1998, still the picture of innocence.)

Because the store had recently opened I was scheduled to work with several other cashiers, something that would be unheard of in the future as many resignations and lay-offs would occur. I was standing near the register talking with another girl when I happened to glance over towards the “special occasion” lingerie…
And then I saw him. Looking through the racks of sexy lingerie was my 5th-6th grade math teacher. He didn’t appear as tall since I was now (a little) taller than my 1991 counterpart, but he was still round (although perhaps more round), still balding (although more bald), still bearded (although more gray), and still wearing round glasses.

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Before I had a chance to tell my co-worker and then flee from the scene…horror of all horrors he came walking up to the cash register. Suddenly I found myself alone. Where did my co-worker go so quickly?! I took my long hair and threw it in front of my face to hide my features and turned my name badge around to hide my name. I was hoping he would quickly purchase a nice tasteful negligee for his wife (?) without recognizing me. Well, he didn’t recognize me…at least he didn’t acknowledge that he recognized me. In fact I’m not sure he even looked directly at me as I’m sure he may have been quite embarrassed of himself.

Embarrassed because, no…he was not in fact buying a nice tasteful negligee. Instead I found myself ringing up a pair of crotchless panties…in size 2XL…for my 6th grade math teacher! (*shudder*)
Paying with a credit card confirmed my suspicions that it was indeed him. Aside from me mumbling the purchase total I’m quite sure that neither of us spoke during the whole transaction including any hellos or goodbyes.

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He left and I pulled my hair back out of my face which was much redder than it had been 7 years ago in the hallway at school. Once I had a moment to recover from the horror of what had just happened, a smile broke across my face and I found myself wishing that I had his mother’s phone number…that naughty, naughty boy!

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Do you have an awkward story to share?
Let me know in the comments!


This was linked to Mama’s Kat Writer’s Workshop for the prompt:
1.) Describe a time you made things…awkward.
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Related Posts:
*Dear Diary: I’m kind of a stalker

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My Tween Diary: I’m kind of a Middle School stalker


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This is my old diary from Middle School.

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I wrote in it on and off throughout 6th, 7th, and 8th grade (1990-1993). There was so much drama in it…except there really wasn’t any actual drama. It was dramatic for me at the time.
My diary is hilariously embarrassing…or embarrassingly hilarious, I’m not sure which one.

Lucky for all of you, I don’t get embarrassed.
And even luckier than that “Read an entry from an old diary” was one of Mama Kat’s vlog prompts this week. That’s right, I’m going to pour my 12 1/2 year old soul out to you.

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Today I’m going to read “Friday March 20, 1992”.
This was during my “Kevi-Poo” stage.

(Email and feed readers click to watch video.)

Well, there you go. I was kind of a stalker.

I actually had a denim purse that one of my friends wrote this kid’s name all over. Unfortunately most of the ink has faded over the years. Sadness. (Click on the image to enlarge)

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I have many more riveting entries like this one. They’re not all about Kevi-Poo, there are at least two other boys that play a major role in my diary. I could make an entire series out of it if anyone else actually cared.

Do you have an old diary from Middle School?
Did you have a crazy-stalker crush when you were younger?
What did you vlog about today?
Let me know in the comments!

If you’ve vlogged/blogged about your diary, I’d love to see it!
Be sure to stop by Mama Kat’s and check out the other vloggers!
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Also linked to: Jenny on the Spot: Daily Vlog / June: Show Me the Funny

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