Month: June 2007 (page 1 of 3)

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(Don’t Fear) The Rockin’ Girl Blogger

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.

It’s All The Rage This Summer

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:

In My Life, I Love You More*

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


Photo Hunt


Taken from my front porch steps.

I’m Giving You A Longing Look*

Today is the day I become 31. It is my birthday, and for my birthday, iGot something iLove. Can you guess what it is?

It’s an iPod! YEAH!!! And it is the most magnificent piece of technology I’ve ever held in my chubby little hands. Dave gave it to me a day early since he’s off working this weekend, and I got to break it in during our all day mowing marathon, yesterday.

Lawnmowing + iPod = Pure Joy

I pushed Big Red with a purpose, bouncing to the music and mouthing the words. By the time I hit the front yard, I was belting out those lyrics, twirling, jumping, and kicking with my mechanical dance partner. It wasn’t until our neighbor drove by that I considered things might be getting out of hand. Moves like that probably aren’t especially safe while mowing, but then I said, “You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behind. ‘Cause your friends don’t dance and if they dont’ dance, well they’re no friends of mine.” And,

iPod(Leslie + Big Red) + Copacabana = HOT

so, I didn’t stop.

After a long day, we slept together last night. I awoke this morning with sore ears. I reached up to touch them and felt the little iBuds still jammed deep in my ear holes and iPod was tucked lovingly between my arm and my breast.

Today, I’m walking on air.

*Everyday I Write The Book by Elvis Costello is currently my “most played” song with 44 plays and counting…

Burn, Baby! Burn!


Can you feel the heat? Do you hear the sizzle? Dave says this is what happens when you drop F-bombs on your blog – God lets you feel the consequences.

And so, to anyone I may have offended yesterday, I’d like to apologize to you, in the form of a rhyme:

Forgive me for my bitchiness, it wasn’t very smart
If I hadn’t let it out, I would have blown apart.

(To be fair, I have to tell you that the above rhyme was inspired by this original rhyme about belching. That author is unknown, although I’d bet it was a boy who wrote it:

Forgive me for my ignorance, it wasn’t very smart
If it came out the other end it would have been a fart.)

And to the brave Secret Squirrels who weren’t afraid to show me love in the comments, those cool kids who still came to play, even when I was prickly, I sing to you:

If you want my love you got it.
When you need my love you got it.
I won’t hide it.
I won’t throw your love away.

(That’s a song by Cheap Trick. I didn’t write it. I wish I had, though. Man, that would’ve been sweet.)

13.9% Cranky McGrouchyPants

Most of the time, I’m a happy, easygoing, cheerful person. But not today. I’m moody today. Well, to be honest, I’m at the tail end of a 3 day “I’m moody” bender.

But, if you came here looking for something to make you smile, check out the kittens.

Cute kitten I haven't named


Aren’t they adorable? Did they make you smile?

See, I’m not a bad person. I took pictures of kittens. For you. I’m a good person. I’m just in a bad mood and if you don’t want to lose your buzz from all that cuteness up there, you may want to click away, because I’m going to take part in some targeted venting.

Okay, so I don’t want you to click away, but I want you to be warned. Usually I’m all flowers and rainbows and let’s dance naked around the fire! Or maybe I’m just not bitchy. But right now I am. But I still love you! But I’m bitchy. And that’s okay. We’re all bitchy sometimes.

Alright. Here it comes. The venting.

To the woman who keeps questioning and commenting on the fact that my daughter wears Pull-Ups: Freakshow, you’re starting to creep me out. Why the obsession with my child’s undergarments and bathroom habits? She’s three (well, nearly three) and still has a little trouble holding her pee. You are at least ten times her age and can’t seem to hold your tongue. I’m telling you, the latter is more offensive. The next time you say something, I’m giving you a wedgie.

To the woman who is concerned that I am over-scheduling my daughter in activities and spending too much money on them: Hey Jealousy, your child spends 24 hours per week in preschool. My child spends 6 hours per week in organized activities outside our home. I say potato… Additionally, your Wii cost more than my daughter’s whole summer of activities. Is it really about the amount of money spent? It seems that we just chose to spend our money differently. So step off, sucka! Or at least invite me over to play with your Wii.

To my uterus: A haiku

Why do you hate me?
I’m trying to knock you up.
Please, stop with the cramps.

To the Lowes associate who keeps screwing up the delivery of my new grill:

Now, I’m outta here. I’ve got work to do. There’s a giant zit on Dave’s shoulder that’s calling, “Take your anger out on me! Please!”

To David, On Father’s Day

I will never forget the way you looked the day our daughter was born. You told me that you’d never been so proud and I believed you. Your smile that day was like none I’d seen before, but one I’ve seen almost every day since. It’s the smile I see when you look at Julia.

When we learned that we were going to be parents, I was confident that you would be a good father. You’ve surpassed that expectation. You are an amazing father.

You are loved and appreciated more than you may ever know.

This is for you.

Happy Father’s Day.

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