I'm Just Sayin...

 I know this product has been out for a while, and is probably doing well since I still see many ads for it, but something just dawned on me when I was watching a commercial for Mio today. I think their ad should go like this...

 MIO... The colorful way to rufie someone's drink!

I'm just sayin....



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Queen Pat My Own Back

My daughter wanted to be Glenda the Good Witch this Halloween. I went to the fabric store and got the pattern. A week later I took the little monster back to the fabric store to pick out material for the costume. All of the fabric she wanted to get was pink and more pink. Glenda does not have a pink dress, it's peach. Being the perfectionist, stick to the facts sort of gal that I am, I couldn't let her be a pink Glenda. I know, I know, I should have let her be a pink Glenda. It's just a Halloween costume. Perhaps I have a slight touch of OCD because I couldn't do it. A pink Glenda would have made me nuts, it just isn't right. So I explained the facts to my munchkin and convinced her to let me make her a pink princess costume instead. We bought a new pattern. I must say that I made a damn good princess costume. Check it out.

Not Now! Mommy's Blogging.

"Mommy-hood changes things...and that's great. In fact that is the way it should be if everyone would take it seriously. But I feel as though there are an aweful lot of mommies out there that sugar coat being a mom. In my opinion, not all things about being a mommy are peaches and cream and I feel like it's taboo to talk about that."

An excerpt from a Coffee Beans and Daydreams post. Click the link to see the full post.

http://coffeebeansdaydreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/mommy-hood-changes-things.html

Geez, where do I begin? First of all, not most things about being a mommy are peaches and cream. I have two daughters ages three and one. Of course I love them with every ounce of my being but some days I wish my name wasn't "MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!" Some times I even declare that my name isn't mommy anymore. Who's mommy? It never works. They never go away. That's not correct, let me rephrase it: They never go away unless they are up to something. Silence equals mischief, don't ever forget that. Sometimes I sneak up on the three year old to see what she's getting into. There are days when I will not yell at her for squeezing the contents of an entire tube of toothpaste into her hair. Instead, while she styles her minty fresh do, I tip toe away before she sees me and enjoy the peace and quiet.