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My best new blogging buddy Jenn has given me something: The Rockin’ Girl Blogger Award. See my button?

Rockin' Girl Blogger Award Button

It’s freaking awesome, people. Especially because it came from Jenn, a wonderfully gifted writer and one of the coolest kids that comes to play here. Words cannot begin to describe how I feel about Jenn, so I drew a picture:

Jenn and Me

You rock, Jenn!

Now, I get to pass the award on, but to whom?

I had decided to go and rock out to some Guitar Hero, because rocking out is what I do, and think about who I should name as the next batch of Rockin’ Girl Bloggers. I asked myself, “What is the rocking-est thing ever? An Air Band! Yeah! Okay, so if I were to form a Virtual Air Band of Bloggers, who would I have in the line-up?” And so, my five choices for the Rockin’ Girl Blogger Award were made.

So now, let me introduce you to Buck’s Rockin’ Girl Blogger Virtual Air Band!

On drums…Amanda from the Mom Blog. I owe a lot to this girlie. She was a big inspiration and driving force for the launch of my blog, whether she knew it or not. In the beginning, this blog was meant to serve as a supporting feature to My Mommy’s Place and I used Amanda’s blog (which is a resource for her many other sites) as a model. She’s truly brilliant. I mean, she’s got an MBA. And she could probably double as our band manager.

On keyboard…Suzanne from The World According To Suz. Can you say, “Love at first sight?” Yeah. Suzanne hasn’t been blogging long, but damn, she’s good at it. And I know we’d make an awesome synth duo, like Soft Cell or OMD or The Eurythmics, you know, if the rest of the band flakes.

On bass…Lissa from Mommy The Maid. This chick is, hands down, the most consistent blogger I’ve ever encountered. She’s the only one I know that can write a Pay Per Post entry that I actually read. And she bit me with the video blogging bug. She’s got that quiet cool, but don’t screw with me or I’ll kick your ass kind of thing going on. And we need an ass-kicker in the band.

On guitar…Karly from Wiping Up Snot. I could easily rename my blog “My Mommy’s Place: Where I Sing The Praises of Karly. At least once a week.” I’m always linking up to Karly for every darn thing under the sun because I love her. Honestly. I send her ‘I love you’ e-mails and comments all the time. Ask her. Anyway…Think Nigel Tufnel and David St. Hubbins. That’s totally our Air Band vibe.

On cowbell…Kelley from Rain On My Tirade. Why? Because I need MORE COWBELL! Kelley has a knack for pointing out the ridiculous and finding the funny in everyday things. She hasn’t posted in a while, but I encourage you to click over and take a look at her archives – they are worth it. Kelley’s blog has been the longest-running crush on my blogroll. Read this post and you’ll understand why. She’s not just smart and witty and fabulous, she has heart and passion and amazing talent.

Congratulations, Rockin’ Girl Bloggers! Be sure to slap that sexy little button on your blog, so every time you see it, you’ll remember that I think you rock. Hard. (Rock hard. Ha!) Then, keep that love flowin’ and pass it on. Or not. It’s really up to you. I don’t want to tell you what to do or anything. I’m just, like, hey it’s there for you if you want it and if not, I’m cool.

If you weren’t selected for Buck’s Rockin’ Girl Blogger Virtual Air Band and you’d like to join, just upload a video showing off your Air Band skills, send me the link and I’ll see what I can do.

Peace Out.

The other night as Dave was getting undressed, he asked me to take a look at his back. “I think there’s something back there. It’s all itchy.”

He pulled his shirt up and revealed a patch of sunburned skin. He’d been working outside in the yard a lot and gotten a burn on the spot of skin that peeks out when he bends over in his work pants. It was in the shape of a handlebar mustache and sat right above his butt crack.

I call it his Crackstache.

He wouldn’t let me take a picture of it. He’s been willing to do a lot for me and my blog, but drew the line at his crack. So, here is my best interpretation.

The Crackstache

The Crackstache is a wondrous, yet fleeting phenomenon. I’m soaking in its golden brown smile while it lasts.

Don’t you wish you had one, too?

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