Hellooooooo Russia!!!

So, I was poking around in my stats (because I like feeling bad about how few people actually view my blood, sweat, and tears) and I clicked on the "Traffic Sources" tab.  Would you believe I have more visitors from Russia than I do from the U.S.?  That just blew me away!  Obviously, they are all lurkers (along with the other 99.9999% of you who visit.  Sad really.  I like comments.  Really.  I do.) But that is OK!  It feels fabulous to know I'm not just talking to myself.

Well.... kinda.  I mean, I AM still just talking to myself, but at least I now know some one's watching me do it.

Wait.  That sounds creepy.

Eh.  They are probably here for the fabulous picture of the "tick tock" clock embedded in my "Hello Insomnia, My Old Friend" post. (Thanks Google!)

But I digress... back to the topic at hand.  

 

Helloooooo RUSSIA!!!! 

 

 For whatever reason you have stopped by, WELCOME!!!   And... Thanks! 


I feel so worldly now.  ;0)

Happy Birthday Bubba! ~~~ Very Much Belated!

Oh wow.  I have failed as a bloggy mom, in more ways than one!  I thought I posted this the day after my son's birthday, come to find it hiding in the "edit" file.  No wonder it never showed up on anyone's Comment Luv!  CRAP!  Sorry baby boy.  Mommy does love you.  She's just a hot mess of a blogger.

Well, better late than never, I guess.  

 

 

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Yesterday was my son's 7th birthday.  He was excited because he made it to the doubld syllables.  Se-ven. He thinks that big, wait 'til he turns eleven. ;0)

 

Happy Birthday Handsome!

Flunking Back to the 5th Grade at 40

No one ever tells you that when you have kids, you will be forced to repeat your entire school career.  Starting with macaroni necklaces and finger paints, baby!  Yup. So get comfy in rehashing everything you learned (and all that you didn't) with no end in sight for the next 12+ years!



Help Others, Yes. But Know Your Limitations.

Domestic violence is my biggest pet peeve.  I have been a victim of it in the past, so have several members of my family and close circle of friends.  So when I was recently asked to help out someone (who had children) out, I did without question.  However, I knew my limits and I made them clear. Sadly, all attempts to help were for not. The person moved back into the situation. As frustrated as I was over this, I knew it was a possibility. You can only help those who are ready to help themselves. It became abundantly apparent to me just how important the limits I had set were.

BLOGGER MIA! Again.

Hey Ya'll!   It's me. 

What do you mean me who?!?   I know it's been awhile, but....

It's KID!  Tracey?  You know... the person who's blog you are currently reading?

Seriously?

Ok, I deserve that.  It has been quite awhile.  And I did promise to post stuff and didn't.  I know. I know.  Bad Blogger!  BAD BLOGGER!!!

But can I show you why?  Real quick like?   And then, I will let go back to being mad at me. 

All 5 of my beautiful babies!

Let's just say it is has been a fabulous, albeit hectic, summer.  One that has made me feel loved and tested.  All at the same time.

I hope you now understand my absence.  

COOKIES!!!!

Everyone loves cookies.  I have never met a person who hated cookies.  However, at the same time, not all cookies are loved (or liked) by everyone.  There are some cookies out there that melt in your mouth and leave behind a certain euforia that compells you to stuff a million more in your face in the hopes of relieving it.  There are other cookies out there that leave something behind not so desirable that compells you to find a tounge scrapper and a toothbrush!  When trying new cookies for the first time, I am hoping it's the first kind, praying it's not the second kind, but pretty sure it will land somewhere in between.

And Then There Was 5

UPDATED!!  See below...

Yesterday, I got that box of fabulous freebies.  The fake nails peeked my interest.  Mind you, I bite my nails.  A lot.  I mean, A LOT a lot.  Like, A LOT a lot a lot.  Seriously.. ok, I'll stop.  I started when I was 6, the same year I stopped suckin' my thumb. *insert joke about oral fixation here*  Now, STOP JUDGING ME!