AFTER YOU READ THIS, PLEASE GO READ THE PREVIOUS POST ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO DONATE BLOOD AND HOW YOU CAN WIN A TRIP TO FLORIDA FOR DOING SO! AND LATER THIS WEEK, I'LL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT THE GRAND PRIZE TRIP AND OTHER PRIZES FOR THE DRIVE THIS YEAR! Now, we bring you the childish Manic antics:
Isn't it grand when children can learn from each other. Such a great thing. Take today for instance. But be warned. If you're not into bad-word talk with your kids, well, maybe you should just skip this post. Or definitely don't drink a beverage while reading.
So, we're all in the car driving who knows where and the boys spot a Dick's Sporting Goods.
Do you see where I'm going with this already? Good.
Boys start laughing. Like Beavis and Butthead laughing.
Diva doesn't get what's so funny when sons start saying, "Hey, look, Dick's. Heh heh. Tukey, I see a Dick's."
"Yeah, I see Dick's too. Do you see Dick's over there?"
"Yep, right there. There's a Dick's."
And I'm driving in sucky traffic and I go, "Stop it boys. Right now. Just drop it. Enough!"
And Tukey and Ajers are cracking up because it's a dumb boy joke and they can't control themselves.
And of course, Diva is like, "What's so funny? Why are you guys laughing? Why won't you tell me? ... DICK? DICK!!! Why are you saying dick? What's so funny about dick?
ME: Well, NOW you HAVE TO TELL HER!
The laughing stops. Ajers says:
It's a naughty word for a weiner.
(And of course, in my mind, in the back of my head, I am laughing my total ass off because this is one of the funniest conversations I've EVER had with my children in MY ENTIRE LIFE!) And then it gets funnier.
Diva giggles. It's a giggle like she has just unearthed the best secret in the entire world a nine-year-old girl could EVER discover. Then she says:
"Ajers and Tukey have a DICK!"
Monday, January 05, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
MaNiC MoMMy'S ViRTuaL BLoG FoR BLooD DRiVE
Save LIVES - Win a TRIP TO FLORIDA!
Welcome to 2009 everyone, and yes, this is how I want to start off the New Year, with another Virtual Blog for Blood Drive, and this year, like last year, I am asking you to donate blood anytime during January 1, 2009 through February 28, 2009 to enter to win amazing prizes.
I donated my pint yesterday at my favorite Heartland Blood Center!
Here are the details and a quick explanation of what happened last year for those of you new to the scene:
In January 2008, on a whim, blogger Manic Mommy took her three kids and three of their friends with her while she donated blood. Since it was such a cinch with six kids in tow, she wanted to see if she could get others to donate and she spearheaded what she believes to be the first ever virtual blood drive. She convinced 35 blog readers (some of whom had never donated blood in their lives) to donate blood. In all, approximately 100 lives were saved through their combined efforts, and gift cards and various other gifts were awarded to winners. An anonymous blogger even matched the prize money to buy gift cards, and people whom had never donated blood now donate regularly every eight weeks.
This year, Manic Mommy’s Virtual Blood Drive will run from January 1 through February 28, 2009. And it gets even better for those donating in 2009. Aside from additional other fun prizes which will be announced throughout the contest, one grand prize RANDOM winner will receive luxury accommodations for six days, five nights at Sandestin Golf & Beach Resort* (www.sandestin.com). To enter, simply go to your local blood bank and donate blood between January 1 - February 28, 2009. Have your photo taken IN THE CHAIR while you are donating blood and send your photo to manicmommy@comcast.net. Include your name, city, state and email address, and what inspired you to donate. Photos/inspirational stories will be posted every Sunday during the contest.
Additional IMPORTANT information:
Do not let the blood bank tell you that you can't have your photo taken because you are allowed to. You may not be allowed to have a photo taken of them inserting the needle, but there are no laws prohibiting photo taking while donating blood. Best way to show proof is by you being in the chair with the needle in your arm, obviously, but if they give you a hard time, a photo in the donation center, with your BE NICE TO ME, I GAVE BLOOD sticker, and other ways to show proof will be accepted. Use your good judgment!
Blood relatives and my immediate friends are NOT eligible to win the grand prize trip to Florida, however they are eligible to win the other prizes awarded.
If you donate twice during the contest (this means you have to donate like TOMORROW to be able to donate again in the timeframe), then your name will be entered twice into the contest.
If you cannot donate blood for some reason but would like to donate a monetary gift toward contest prizes, please email me at manicmommy@comcast.net.
I would be forever grateful, and any small amount is very much appreciated! Most likely these donations will go toward a second-prize or third-prize Visa or MasterCard gift card, much like what was done last year. Or, if you work for a company and think you may have a prize that might inspire others to donate, please feel free to let me know! It's all for an excellent cause - LIVES!
Like last year, for everyone who donates blood, I will put forth my own money toward the second place prize, which will be anywhere between one to three dollars per person who donates (at my descretion as the contest progresses).
More information will follow about the incredible GRAND PRIZE TRIP to Sandestin's premier getaway resort spot: Sandestin Golf & Beach Resort, but in the meantime, take a peak at their FABULOUS website: www.sandestin.com.
Every Sunday I will post the pictures and the names of those of you who have generously donated. When you send your photos in, please email them to manicmommy@comcast.net and include your full name, city/state and email address. Include a short paragraph on why you chose to donate.
Last year I mentioned that ONE PINT OF BLOOD SAVES up to THREE LIVES and one pint can save up to FIVE BABIES, but my mother, WHO DONATED YESTERDAY AS WELL (Thanks MOM!), reminded me that donating blood doesn't equal 1 pint saving three lives. Donating blood saves FAMILIES.
Take that into consideration and please meet the Manic Mommy Virtual Blog for Blood Drive Challenge!
It not only will save lives, it could mean a terrific Florida getaway to Sandestin Golf & Beach Resort as well!
Any questions, please leave them in the comment section and I will answer them there! Thank you all!
*Accomodations include two-bedroom, full kitchen and living room; black-out dates and restrictions apply; does not include travel.
Welcome to 2009 everyone, and yes, this is how I want to start off the New Year, with another Virtual Blog for Blood Drive, and this year, like last year, I am asking you to donate blood anytime during January 1, 2009 through February 28, 2009 to enter to win amazing prizes.
I donated my pint yesterday at my favorite Heartland Blood Center!
Here are the details and a quick explanation of what happened last year for those of you new to the scene:
In January 2008, on a whim, blogger Manic Mommy took her three kids and three of their friends with her while she donated blood. Since it was such a cinch with six kids in tow, she wanted to see if she could get others to donate and she spearheaded what she believes to be the first ever virtual blood drive. She convinced 35 blog readers (some of whom had never donated blood in their lives) to donate blood. In all, approximately 100 lives were saved through their combined efforts, and gift cards and various other gifts were awarded to winners. An anonymous blogger even matched the prize money to buy gift cards, and people whom had never donated blood now donate regularly every eight weeks.
This year, Manic Mommy’s Virtual Blood Drive will run from January 1 through February 28, 2009. And it gets even better for those donating in 2009. Aside from additional other fun prizes which will be announced throughout the contest, one grand prize RANDOM winner will receive luxury accommodations for six days, five nights at Sandestin Golf & Beach Resort* (www.sandestin.com). To enter, simply go to your local blood bank and donate blood between January 1 - February 28, 2009. Have your photo taken IN THE CHAIR while you are donating blood and send your photo to manicmommy@comcast.net. Include your name, city, state and email address, and what inspired you to donate. Photos/inspirational stories will be posted every Sunday during the contest.
Additional IMPORTANT information:
Do not let the blood bank tell you that you can't have your photo taken because you are allowed to. You may not be allowed to have a photo taken of them inserting the needle, but there are no laws prohibiting photo taking while donating blood. Best way to show proof is by you being in the chair with the needle in your arm, obviously, but if they give you a hard time, a photo in the donation center, with your BE NICE TO ME, I GAVE BLOOD sticker, and other ways to show proof will be accepted. Use your good judgment!
Blood relatives and my immediate friends are NOT eligible to win the grand prize trip to Florida, however they are eligible to win the other prizes awarded.
If you donate twice during the contest (this means you have to donate like TOMORROW to be able to donate again in the timeframe), then your name will be entered twice into the contest.
If you cannot donate blood for some reason but would like to donate a monetary gift toward contest prizes, please email me at manicmommy@comcast.net.
I would be forever grateful, and any small amount is very much appreciated! Most likely these donations will go toward a second-prize or third-prize Visa or MasterCard gift card, much like what was done last year. Or, if you work for a company and think you may have a prize that might inspire others to donate, please feel free to let me know! It's all for an excellent cause - LIVES!
Like last year, for everyone who donates blood, I will put forth my own money toward the second place prize, which will be anywhere between one to three dollars per person who donates (at my descretion as the contest progresses).
More information will follow about the incredible GRAND PRIZE TRIP to Sandestin's premier getaway resort spot: Sandestin Golf & Beach Resort, but in the meantime, take a peak at their FABULOUS website: www.sandestin.com.
Every Sunday I will post the pictures and the names of those of you who have generously donated. When you send your photos in, please email them to manicmommy@comcast.net and include your full name, city/state and email address. Include a short paragraph on why you chose to donate.
Last year I mentioned that ONE PINT OF BLOOD SAVES up to THREE LIVES and one pint can save up to FIVE BABIES, but my mother, WHO DONATED YESTERDAY AS WELL (Thanks MOM!), reminded me that donating blood doesn't equal 1 pint saving three lives. Donating blood saves FAMILIES.
Take that into consideration and please meet the Manic Mommy Virtual Blog for Blood Drive Challenge!
It not only will save lives, it could mean a terrific Florida getaway to Sandestin Golf & Beach Resort as well!
Any questions, please leave them in the comment section and I will answer them there! Thank you all!
*Accomodations include two-bedroom, full kitchen and living room; black-out dates and restrictions apply; does not include travel.
Monday, December 29, 2008
GeTTiNG DReSSeD
You know it's bad when you are getting dressed and you start by clipping on your bra and you say the silent mantra:
I hate bras
I hate bras
I hate bras
I hate bras
while you are putting it on.
And then ...
You pick up the jeans you see on the floor where you are certain you left them last night and put them on, and while you are attempting the zip-up, you say in your head a kind-of-whisper-thing:
These cannot be the jeans I just took of LAST NIGHT!
I hate bras
I hate bras
I hate bras
I hate bras
while you are putting it on.
And then ...
You pick up the jeans you see on the floor where you are certain you left them last night and put them on, and while you are attempting the zip-up, you say in your head a kind-of-whisper-thing:
These cannot be the jeans I just took of LAST NIGHT!
Friday, December 26, 2008
NoW THaT SaNTa'S GoNe ...
Guess what's next for Manic Mommy?
Here are a couple clues:
It's WAY bigger and BETTER than you can even guess from last time we did this here!
Do you know what's coming?
And more important ... ARE YOU READY?
Here are a couple clues:
It's WAY bigger and BETTER than you can even guess from last time we did this here!
Do you know what's coming?
And more important ... ARE YOU READY?
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
MeRRy CHRiSTMaS!!!
I didn't do cards this year. So here's a BLOG CARD and VIDEO:
Have a blessed Christmas everyone!
Happy Holidays, and THANK YOU for reading my little blog!
Have a blessed Christmas everyone!
Happy Holidays, and THANK YOU for reading my little blog!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
MeN aRe TOTALLY FRoM MaRS
So you might have heard that it's freezing asky cold here in Chicago, like a negative one degree with 40 mile winds, right. Yeah, but my mood is actually OK. The closer we get to the end of the holiday, the better I feel. But that's not the point of this MeN aRe TOTALLY FRoM MaRS post here though.
Mr. Manic asks me today if I know where his long underwear is. Of course I do. I wore them last week. They're in the dirty laundry. I tell him they are in the dirty laundry. He retrieves them from the dirty laundry. He puts them on after getting them out of the dirty laundry. And goes outside to shovel, wearing his dirty long underwear.
You sensing a theme here?
After a while he comes back in to get ready for church, and as he's taking off his clothes (NO, this is NOT one of THOSE posts!), here is the conversation that ensues:
He looks at his long underwear as he removes them and then he looks at me and asks:
Him: "Are these dirty?"
Me: "Are you serious?"
Him: "I don't know." Dumb look on his face.
Me: "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
Him: Shrug.
Me: Stare daggers at him.
Him: "What? I don't know." And he continues to pull off the long underwear.
THE LONG UNDERWEAR HE PULLED OUT FROM THE DIRTY LAUNDRY AN HOUR AGO.
Me: "ARE YOU FOR REAL SERIOUS?"
Him: "I don't know! I don't know how you operate things around here."
Me: "I'm not THAT BAD of a HOUSEWIFE!"
Mr. Manic asks me today if I know where his long underwear is. Of course I do. I wore them last week. They're in the dirty laundry. I tell him they are in the dirty laundry. He retrieves them from the dirty laundry. He puts them on after getting them out of the dirty laundry. And goes outside to shovel, wearing his dirty long underwear.
You sensing a theme here?
After a while he comes back in to get ready for church, and as he's taking off his clothes (NO, this is NOT one of THOSE posts!), here is the conversation that ensues:
He looks at his long underwear as he removes them and then he looks at me and asks:
Him: "Are these dirty?"
Me: "Are you serious?"
Him: "I don't know." Dumb look on his face.
Me: "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
Him: Shrug.
Me: Stare daggers at him.
Him: "What? I don't know." And he continues to pull off the long underwear.
THE LONG UNDERWEAR HE PULLED OUT FROM THE DIRTY LAUNDRY AN HOUR AGO.
Me: "ARE YOU FOR REAL SERIOUS?"
Him: "I don't know! I don't know how you operate things around here."
Me: "I'm not THAT BAD of a HOUSEWIFE!"
Thursday, December 18, 2008
BReaKDoWN, aND NoT My CaR
This is one of these free-flowing posts where I have to preface it with: Mom, either don't read, or take a Xanax first, or just don't worry. I'm just venting.
But I have seriously confirmed that I am a proud sufferer of Seasonal Affectation Disorder as we await another freakin' winter severe alert storm here in lovely STUPID ASS CHICAGO, and I am miserable. I discovered I am mostly pretty much miserable all through December, and hate the whole month with a passion. I hate shopping. I get no joy out of it. I hate Christmas music, almost all of it. I hate listening to it in the stores. I hate malls. I hate ... and you know what, I just had a thought, if you're going to Bah Humbug me in the comments, just don't bother, because I never freaking gripe and bitch all that much and share my inner feelings too openly here and I am doing it now because at one point today Diva wanted to go out and play in the fucking snow, and did I mention I hate FUCKING snow, and I just finally said, "Go out, and if you come back sick, I don't care!" I hate gearing them up to go play in that white crap. I hate when they come in drenched and then I have to put all their stuff in the dryer. I hate the noise the dryer makes when all the zippers and buckles hit the inside of the dryer clanging all about inside of it. I hate that at Target on Tuesday I was buying stocking stuffers and a HUGE CART FULL of last-minute crap for THE WHOLE WORLD and this cute little OLD MAN WHO I LET CUT IN FRONT OF ME was buying ONE ROLL OF WRAPPING PAPER.
I said to him, "It must be nice to get to come to Target needing ONLY ONE ROLL OF WRAP!"
I would LOVE to be a MAN during the holiday season, wouldn't YOU!? How about THAT for a holiday movie? Yes! Let's write a holiday movie like Freaky Friday about a man and a woman who get switched on December 1 and the guy gets to do all the crap the woman gets to do FOR THE WHOLE MONTH and the woman can be the guy for the whole month and watch FOOTBALL every Sunday and the guy can go fight the crowds, put up decorations, send out cards of the cute freaking kids (WHICH I DID NOT DO THIS YEAR FOR THE FIRST YEAR IN ABOUT 20 YEARS AND MY KIDS AREN'T EVEN THAT OLD!).
YEAH, I WANNA SEE THAT MOVIE, DREAMWORKS!
So, at one point this afternoon, I just flat-out screamed in my house: I AM SOOOO CRABBY! Did it make me feel better? I don't know. Is typing this making me feel better? I don't know. My house is a mess. A storm is coming. I am still in my pajamas. I have a shitload of work to do. A kid is coming in here to ask my something for the twelfth-millionth time and if he asks me again I will scream, and now he is tapping his fingers or toes or something and he is beat-boxing with his mouth and if he doesn't just shut the hell up in like two seconds I might just blow a gasket. and that's another thing I wonder sometimes, is how many times in my life have I yelled at the kids, the boys specificially, "STOP TAPPING!" Do your kids do that? Do they just tap and jitter and make unneccessary noise just for the sake of making noise?
I don't know if this is making me feel any better but just the fact that my fingers are moving so fast on the keyboard is helping I think. I wish I could scream through my fingertips. I don't know what I would say but I am sure it would be loud as hell.
I do not get any joy out of the holidays. What is joyful? Do the kids appreciate all the gifts? I don't think so? Do I appreciate the mess I will have to clean up? Do I appreciate having to cook? Do I appreciate ... I don't appreciate any of it.
WHAT IS THE WHOLE MEANING OF IT AND YES, THE KID IS STILL IN HERE TAPPING AWAY WAITING TO GET MY ATTENTION AND I THINK I REALLY, REALLY REALLY DO HATE DECEMBER.
I told my friend if I could just fast-forward to even just March 1, I will be in a better place. And now I have to end this because the garage door just went up signalling that Mr. Manic is home so I have to go play Nice Wife.
THE END.
updated: It's 8:43 p.m. Mr. Manic came home with a tin of Garrett's cheese/caramel mixed popcorn. I ate half the can. This made me EXTREMELY HAPPY THE MINUTE I STARTED CHEWING. I am an emotional eater. AND, I am sure I am getting my period for the third time in like 42 days. NOT GOOD.
NOW, it's THE END.
But I have seriously confirmed that I am a proud sufferer of Seasonal Affectation Disorder as we await another freakin' winter severe alert storm here in lovely STUPID ASS CHICAGO, and I am miserable. I discovered I am mostly pretty much miserable all through December, and hate the whole month with a passion. I hate shopping. I get no joy out of it. I hate Christmas music, almost all of it. I hate listening to it in the stores. I hate malls. I hate ... and you know what, I just had a thought, if you're going to Bah Humbug me in the comments, just don't bother, because I never freaking gripe and bitch all that much and share my inner feelings too openly here and I am doing it now because at one point today Diva wanted to go out and play in the fucking snow, and did I mention I hate FUCKING snow, and I just finally said, "Go out, and if you come back sick, I don't care!" I hate gearing them up to go play in that white crap. I hate when they come in drenched and then I have to put all their stuff in the dryer. I hate the noise the dryer makes when all the zippers and buckles hit the inside of the dryer clanging all about inside of it. I hate that at Target on Tuesday I was buying stocking stuffers and a HUGE CART FULL of last-minute crap for THE WHOLE WORLD and this cute little OLD MAN WHO I LET CUT IN FRONT OF ME was buying ONE ROLL OF WRAPPING PAPER.
I said to him, "It must be nice to get to come to Target needing ONLY ONE ROLL OF WRAP!"
I would LOVE to be a MAN during the holiday season, wouldn't YOU!? How about THAT for a holiday movie? Yes! Let's write a holiday movie like Freaky Friday about a man and a woman who get switched on December 1 and the guy gets to do all the crap the woman gets to do FOR THE WHOLE MONTH and the woman can be the guy for the whole month and watch FOOTBALL every Sunday and the guy can go fight the crowds, put up decorations, send out cards of the cute freaking kids (WHICH I DID NOT DO THIS YEAR FOR THE FIRST YEAR IN ABOUT 20 YEARS AND MY KIDS AREN'T EVEN THAT OLD!).
YEAH, I WANNA SEE THAT MOVIE, DREAMWORKS!
So, at one point this afternoon, I just flat-out screamed in my house: I AM SOOOO CRABBY! Did it make me feel better? I don't know. Is typing this making me feel better? I don't know. My house is a mess. A storm is coming. I am still in my pajamas. I have a shitload of work to do. A kid is coming in here to ask my something for the twelfth-millionth time and if he asks me again I will scream, and now he is tapping his fingers or toes or something and he is beat-boxing with his mouth and if he doesn't just shut the hell up in like two seconds I might just blow a gasket. and that's another thing I wonder sometimes, is how many times in my life have I yelled at the kids, the boys specificially, "STOP TAPPING!" Do your kids do that? Do they just tap and jitter and make unneccessary noise just for the sake of making noise?
I don't know if this is making me feel any better but just the fact that my fingers are moving so fast on the keyboard is helping I think. I wish I could scream through my fingertips. I don't know what I would say but I am sure it would be loud as hell.
I do not get any joy out of the holidays. What is joyful? Do the kids appreciate all the gifts? I don't think so? Do I appreciate the mess I will have to clean up? Do I appreciate having to cook? Do I appreciate ... I don't appreciate any of it.
WHAT IS THE WHOLE MEANING OF IT AND YES, THE KID IS STILL IN HERE TAPPING AWAY WAITING TO GET MY ATTENTION AND I THINK I REALLY, REALLY REALLY DO HATE DECEMBER.
I told my friend if I could just fast-forward to even just March 1, I will be in a better place. And now I have to end this because the garage door just went up signalling that Mr. Manic is home so I have to go play Nice Wife.
THE END.
updated: It's 8:43 p.m. Mr. Manic came home with a tin of Garrett's cheese/caramel mixed popcorn. I ate half the can. This made me EXTREMELY HAPPY THE MINUTE I STARTED CHEWING. I am an emotional eater. AND, I am sure I am getting my period for the third time in like 42 days. NOT GOOD.
NOW, it's THE END.
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