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Have a great day!

Beeeeep!

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?

Julia’s birthday card made it on The Birthday Show on PBS KIDS Sprout! You can catch it today at 4:30 p.m. or as a part of the Good Night Show tonight around 7:40 p.m. Check it out!

We were pretty excited about it:

Julia is three today.

Last night, as I was settling her into bed I said, “This is the last day you are two. Julia, you will never be two years old again.” She was thrilled by this idea. I was choking up. All I could think about was how Two was supposed to be terrible. Those Terrible Twos. But, I couldn’t think of anything terrible about Julia being two. I loved Julia at two.

This morning, I woke her up with a birthday song accompanied by tickles and kisses, then pulled out a group of pictures only our immediate family has seen to retell the story of the day she was born. Her favorite is of her Daddy holding her for the first time. Every time we look at it I say, “Your Daddy was the first person ever in this world to hold you.” Today, she knew what came next in the story and added that I held her second. “Yes,” I said, “I held you second. And the first thing you did was drink milk!” We looked at pictures and talked about how she had grown and how great being three was going to be. Then, we tucked the pictures away, closed the door on Two and went downstairs to eat some Amish Friendship bread.

She sat next to me at the dining room table, eating her bread, drinking her milk and swinging her dangling legs that don’t quite hit the floor. Not yet. She was talking about her birthday cake and the party we have planned for next weekend. She seemed so big. The past three years felt more like days and at the same time, my life before her felt so far away, like something I’d read in a book or watched on television, rather than a piece of life I’ve lived. It occurred to me that I view my life in relation to her – things either happened before Julia or after Julia. Then, I thought of this quote:

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.
– Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh

Today, I am filled with gratitude for my girl who gave me life just as much as I gave it to her.

My girl and me.

*In My Life by The Beatles


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