Archives for November 2006

I Don’t Know If I’ve Told You, But We’re Moving

Greetings from Movingville!

Wish you were here!

So that you could haul things!

I can actually appreciate the humor in this part of the process, because at this stage it becomes all about what you can get in the car. Whereas the first phase of moving is all about Being Organized and Packing Boxes Neatly and Labeling Carefully, the second phase is more along the lines of “you know, I really think that if I took out the carseat and folded down the backseat we could probably get two mattresses and an armoire in there. They may hang out of the back window, but that’s fine, because I’ll just secure them by making ropes from my clothes.” 

We do have movers coming Friday to get the big stuff, and all I can say about that is PRAISE THE LORD, OH PRAISE HIS HOLY NAME. 

However, I have to admit that even though moving is tedious, there have been a couple of bright spots. One of those bright spots is this Earth, Wind & Fire song that’s on a Christmas CD that we have. I have listened to it many, many times on the trip between the two houses, and last night I even called my sister in Nashville so that she could boogie down with me as I drove.

Anyhoo. Bright spot #2. Last night when I was on the way home from taking yet another load of stuff to the new house, I had to run in Walgreens for some carpet cleaner. I was way past hungry and knew that there wasn’t anything at home to eat, but I was also too tired to make a decision about where to stop for fast food.

(File under: Pathetic)

So in an act of what can only be termed Dinner Desperation, I bought carpet cleaner, Cheese-Its, and two Take Five candy bars. Never let it be said that I don’t know how to provide some Fine Dining for my husband (Alex is with my parents right now, so he probably had something even more nutritious for supper, something like chocolate Pop Tarts and Coke. With ice cream).

When I got home, I walked in the kitchen and very humbly presented my meager food offerings to D. He grinned and then motioned toward the stove, where I saw a bag from Dairy Queen. And then he opened the freezer to reveal two Blizzards – a small one with Reese’s (for me), and a medium one with Butterfinger (for him) – and all I can say is that my joy, it knew no bounds.

So D pulled some paper plates out of the pantry, and as he was distributing the French fries I said, “You know, nothing says ‘I love you’ like a bag of fast food.”

“It’s true!” he replied. 

And that is why we’re married.

But Wait! There’s More!

In light of the fact that I have determined that we will be completely moved out of our house around 2021 – just in time for Alex’s high school graduation! – I don’t have much to say tonight other than OH SWEET MERCY where’s the bed because I do believe that I’m exhausted.

But, lucky for me (and you), I have several little bloggy tidbits I’ve been meaning to pass your way.

1. There’s a great website called Ebeanstalk, and today I got an email offer especially for you fine BooMama readers. If you make a purchase at Ebeanstalk, enter the code CC2 3U1 when you check out, and you’ll receive 15% off.

I know! You’d think it was Christmas or something!

And seriously – they have wonderful educational toys, conveniently grouped by age with all sorts of info on what skills are developed by playing with that toy. I really do think y’all will love the website…and the discount makes it even better.

2. The folks at Swiffer have been kind enough to send me a new Carpet Flick for me to review, but in all honesty the thing is staying in the box until we get settled in the new place and I can test it to my heart’s content. In the meantime, y’all can click here through December 30 and submit photos of the interior of your home all decorated for the holidays (and isn’t that excellent timing on Swiffer’s part since we’re having the little tour-o-homes here on December 15? I think y’all should all enter the week of tour-o-homes and totally rock Swiffer’s world).

ANYWAY, from now until the end of December, one photo will be chosen each week and posted as “favorite home of the week.” In addition, participants will be chosen via random sweepstakes selections and will win the following:

1. Grand Prize Winner: $3,500 toward a home makeover
2. 25 First Prize Winners: A Swiffer WetJet
3. 6 Weekly Winners: A year’s supply of Swiffer Products

Swiffer on, my friends.

3. There is no place in the free world that my husband loves more than Best Buy, and I really can’t believe I haven’t written about it before. It is downright comical when the two of us are in Best Buy together, because he would tell you in a New York minute that I completely taint the Best Buy experience, what with my incessant questions and appalling lack of reverence for large television sets and video game consoles.

But I digress.

Here’s what I’m supposed to tell you (and I’m telling you in hopes that Best Buy will send me a gift card for 50 free televisions. Or a DVD. Or something.)

The Best Buy Blue Shirts will be hosting a web chat to help consumers learn about all of the hot new items available this holiday season, as well as to help consumers determine how to Wow their loved ones with cool gifts that are right for them.

If you’re interested, please visit Ask A Blue Shirt on Friday, December 15, 2006 at 1pm EASTERN time. They also have some helpful videos about their products here.

In addition, they have the Wow Factor Finder, a user friendly gift idea tool where consumers can input information regarding the gift recipient to generate some great gift ideas that will help them Wow your loved ones this season. For more info, click here.

I’m all done now.

I’m feeling quite consumer-y.

See y’all tomorrow!

A New Development

I don’t normally post pictures of me on my blog. I guess I’m a little paranoid that rogue government agencies will spot my picture here on the interweb and then attempt to kidnap me in hopes that I will reveal my plans for the Top-Secret Nuclear Warheads that I design as a little sideline business while Alex is napping.

Seriously, I have had some concerns about privacy…I guess that I still do. But when His Singer mentioned in my comments that she pictures me as a tall, thin woman with long-ish hair, I decided that it probably wouldn’t hurt to share a picture or two. Mainly to dispel all those pesky rumors that I am actually Heidi Klum.


So here’s a picture that D took at Alex’s Thanksgiving program last week. After his class finished singing their songs, the little man came off the stage and wanted to sit in my lap. And we were really happy to see each other.


And here’s my unsolicited photography tip: strategically positioning oneself behind one’s child magically eliminates the appearance of all unsightly flab. It’s genius, really.

Also, please do forgive the bags under my eyes. It had been a bit of a sleepless night.

However, I do think those bags will come in handy when we move.

Let’s Call The Whole Break Off

Because I stink at the bloggy break. STINK, I say verily unto you. At least while in the middle of the moving process. I think I must need the diversion right now.

Plus, I’d better do all the blogging I can while I can since I don’t even know when they’re setting up the internet stuff after we move. But let’s all picture me if there’s no internet after, say, day four in the new house. I’m seeing lots of pacing. And the obligatory twitching, of course. That goes without saying.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m exhausted. I spent the entire afternoon and night in our kitchen, packing up and cleaning out our pantry and laundry room. I also cleaned out underneath our sink, and I found not one, not two, but THREE bottles of Brite floor cleaner, which I don’t even use, two bottles of Murphy’s Oil Soap, which I certainly should have used more frequently, and two bottles of something called Oops!, which is supposed to get gum and sticky residue off of anything, and I apparently I liked the idea of this product so much that I bought it twice.

In addition, I had lemon Pine Sol and lemon Mr. Clean…if I weren’t moving, I might do some sort of multi-purpose cleaner showdown, really just as some sort of last-ditch effort to prove that I have absolutely no life at all. And way too much time on my hands.

In other cleaning-related news (didn’t I say a couple of paragraphs ago that I’m exhausted? why am I still talking? about cleaning products? it must be all the fumes), I have decided that my favorite cleaning product of all time is this one. And this stuff – the coriander and olive tree scent – is divine and will definitely be making the trip to the new kitchen. Emma Kate’s sister gave me some as a gift, and I spray it in our trash can every time I change the bag. Love it.

Now that I’ve bored you to tears with talk of cleaning products, I’ll move on to another scintillating topic:


I’m going to bed.

I Need A Bit Of Help

[looking sheepish]

If you haven’t updated your Bloglines or feedreader yet with my new blawg information, would you do that for me?

Pretty please?

And if you have me listed in your blogroll, would you please update that info, too?

[looking embarrassed]

I feel so needy.

But I’m trying to get all the bloggity operations moved over to WordPress so that I can bid a final farewell to Ye Olde Blogger.

You will all be receiving $1,000 as a token of my gratitude for your cooperation.

It will be fake money, of course. With my picture on it.

Absolutely worthless, you understand.

But I feel it’s only appropriate to offer some form of incentive.

Thank you ever so much for your assistance.

Because Posting Pictures Is Clearly Within With The “Bloggy Break” Guidelines

Especially when you’re as sick of boxes as I am.

Because the boxes are multiplying, you see.


And that’s not even half of them, my friends.

That’s not even half.

So wouldn’t you like to see some pictures?


Here’s Alex with two of his cousins at my mama’s house on Thanksgiving Day.

And here he is with a plate of food that seems to be giving him pause.

“Sweet potatoes? OH NO MA’AM. I will not be eating ANY of that. Ever. Unless you tell me that it’s pumpkin. And then I will finish off a portion in 2.5 seconds.”

“The stash of old toys in the basement? It’s like Christmas! And I will be pulling out every. single. one. so that I can make a large pile right in Daddy’s path!”

But even if the stash-o-toys wasn’t in the most convenient location, they provided two and one half hours of uninterrupted entertainment. Which means that they are now the equivalent of gold in my humble opinion.

Oh, and by the way: I’ll be expecting all of you around 5:00 this afternoon to help with the boxes.

It’ll be fun.


Okay. It won’t be fun at all.

But I’ll buy pizza!

And I don’t want to tempt you beyond reason or anything – and certainly I can’t make any promises – but Alex might even let you play with the stash of toys.

It is tempting, isn’t it?


Well, I tried.

And I guess it’s time for me get back to all the “not fun” that we’re having around here today.

Good times.

Lots-o-boxes. Stash-o-toys.

Good times.