Stupid strikes again.

Piece of advice, from me to you, because I love you more than myself.

Do not EVER take a picture of yourself with a digital camera pointed up at your face. No matter how irresistable the urge to show your blog reader(s?) the big fat lip that your sweet son gave you with is baby headbutt move.

No one wants to see your fat lip.

No one wants to see your sallow skin.

No one wants to see the dried out Death Valley cracks in your lips.

No one wants to see your nose hairs.

Really. No One.

And you'll only want to curl up under your bathroom counter and cry.



umh. yeah.



So, Lucky is sweet and adorable and has not yet mastered the control of his head. You'd think that I would learn that babies can suddenly lurch their pretty little bald heads forward very quickly and with great force. You'd think that I'd learn that after every single baby has head-banged my mouth and made me bleed. You'd think.

Oh, no. I'm way more stupid than any of you realize. Really, lower your expectations.

Lower.

Lower.

A little more.

There. Right between Rabbit and Eeyore.

Eeyore just passed me.

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I'm soooo excited. One of the funniest bloggers left a comment.

here

on my post

mine

little ol' me

Normally, I'd probably italicize, bold, underline and SHOUT. It doesn't seem decent. And you'd realize I'm a lonely, lonely dork.

I'll try to be cool now.

Hey, Jay. Good to hear from you. Thanks for stopping by.

Oh yeah. I'm cool.

ohmyohmyohmy

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Have a great day kiddos.

I have to try to shower now.

And find an ice pack for my fat lip.

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Dork out.

Apologies to all.

*IF* anyone is subscribed to my blog and gets overloaded with new posts, I'm terribly sorry.

I'm attempting to organize my posts into neat little categories.

Since I'm impatient and despise looking up things in the labyrinth of blogger.com's so-called support, I'm gonna "edit" the posts to apply the labels.

This MAY create the impression of a LOT of new posts.

Not so. I'm just kicking up a lot of dust.

Thank you for your patience.

You may now return to your previous blog, already in progress.

Laconia, New Hampshire, who are you?

You stop by and peek through my blog windows and see my dusty furniture and dirty dishes in my sink. You hear my washing machine running and my baby talking and sometimes fussing. You see me in my pajamas, on the couch, living vicariously through the blogs of much cooler, much better writers. Yes, that's the Young & the Restless I'm watching. I've crushed on Eric Braeden since I was in 4th grade. (ooh, Victor, you're so handsome and dashing in your evilness)

You stop by almost everyday.

Are you watching for me on Google Reader? Waiting to see what I've got to rattle on about? Some new something or other that I've got on my mind? What kind of boring mundane thing I've done? What kind of idiot I've made of myself?

Or the most adorable baby videos and pictures and kid pictures out there?

You check in on me, and then go your merry way.

Stop in for a cup of coffee. I've got some great, yummy, little flavor that I've been waiting to try that makes The Mighty Hunter (in his limited coffee wisdom) squinch his nose up like he's smelling Lucky's stinky diaper or just a big nasty fart.

I always have some oj in the fridge and can usually bake some chocolate chip cookies at the drop of a hat. No, they're not from scratch. They're even better. They're GOOEY.

You don't have to stay long. Just long enough to get on a first name basis.

I know you won't always have time to stop and chat or discuss my latest act of idiocy. That's ok. Visit when you can. Peek through the window when you can. We'll be cool like that.

Just don't be a stranger.

Sincerely,
Auburn Gal Always



P.S. This might apply to a couple other blog stalkers. I'd like to get your name too. You know, so I can call the police and get my restraining orders.

P.P.S. Ok, no restraining orders. I'm just lonely and want the attention. Just say "hi" from time to time.

P.P.P.S. Pretty please with sugar on top and chocolate sprinkles. :-D

Dang, Phooey and CRAP!

I've been trying to upload a video clip of Lucky since sometime yesterday. For some Scooby-Doo-mystery reason, the embed code from Photobucket has uploaded the player but NOT the video.

So, I'm trying out vimeo.







Cutie Pie Award Winner on Vimeo

Here's the thing. I've lusted over a Dyson vacuum for a good two years now. And now I have my chance to win one!

Over at 5 Minutes for Mom, I can win one.

Now, go on over and check out their site, but do NOT enter the drawing for MY Dyson. There is already entirely too much competition and I'm beginning to worry.

only a little though.

Because it's destiny!