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Does this picture offend you?

I really can’t decide, so I want you guys to decide for me. [ok…not really]

Whether you formula feed or breastfeed, you can’t deny the superiority of breastmilk to formula.

I’m not passing judgment.

I’m not pointing fingers.

I’m just stating a fact.

From an advertising standpoint, this ad works…unless it pisses you off and then it’s a failure.

But, it does its job. Right? It makes you stop and think. It’s obviously a conversation starter or I wouldn’t be writing about it. Good job, Office on Women’s Health.

Dear Reader,

I am about to write about a video game. [I might write a lot]

If you would rather not read about said video game, might I direct you here [post about homemade baby-food] or here [where I compare and contrast Ferber and Pantley] or maybe even here [conversation about anal bleaching].

Smoochie,

Crazy

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Well, now that that is out of the way.

Assassin’s Creed is one of those games that can make a console. [think Halo for Xbox]

I like lists.

They’re easy to scan, they get right to the heart of whatever you’re writing about and they look nice.

This is my truncated list of things that I know; my list of things that I don’t know would take too long to write.

I know that eating a big ole bucket of extra crispy KFC is not conducive to loosing weight.

I know that I love being a stay at home mom and despite what some may say, I’m not wasted potential.

I know that Cara thoroughly enjoys raiding my onion/garlic drawer.

It’s a sippy-cup!

Cool, huh?

I was over at mod*mom this morning and she has an announcement about Boon releasing some really cool toddler meal time items.

We have the Frog Pod and love it and I’m getting really excited to see these new things in the stores.

I think that they’re cool and figured that you might too.

Man, Friday was one of those days.

I was having business issues that required emails back and forth and the issue still isn’t resolved. In the middle of the emails, my cable went out…Tucker went ahead and got it disconnected. [Refer here]

Add to all of that the fact that I had gotten no sleep the night before and you have yourself a very cranky crazy lady.

Tucker has duty this weekend and when he finally got home Friday night [around 7pm] I was pretty much done with everything and everyone.

Dear Lola,

How is it that you rock so much?

Not only are you amazingly dependable, you manage to transport all of my crap and I love you for that.

Though some may scoff at your large size and chastise me for having such a large vehicle, you and I know that your size is an asset not an issue.

Sure, I don’t particularly enjoy filling your over-sized gas tank. But, I do it anyway since I know that if I do, you’ll take me to Starbucks. [I’m easy that way]

Remember all of the trips we’ve taken together?

How many of you guys have tattoos? Come on, raise your hands.

Now, how many of you have a “name tattoo”? I won’t laugh, I promise.

Haven’t you heard that it’s bad juju to have someone’s name tattooed on you?

Think of this as a public service announcement of sorts.

My friend Alana recently got a tattoo of her hubby’s name on her ankle [Hi Alana!] and the husband of another friend got her name on his chest.

What happens if they get a divorce? (I don’t think that I’m being a pessimist…maybe a realist?)

Have you gotten in your latest issue of Allure?

I’m not usually a fan [got the subscription as a gift] but I have to say that the “interview” with Britney Spears is worth the cover price.

Did you just shudder a bit when you read that cause I almost threw-up in my mouth when I typed it.

But, stick with me.

Go to your local quickie mart and pick up a copy. Flip to the very back and read the damn good article written by Judith Newman.

I turned off the baby monitor this morning.

When?

Yeah, not so sure about that little detail.

I know that I turned it off after midnight since that’s when I broke Harry’s spell on me.

I woke up this morning at 7:30 and Cara was pissed!  Her door was closed and I could still hear her from our room.

I jumped out of bed, tripped over the cat and ran into her room.

I’m not quite sure how long she had been in there hollering, but she wasn’t crying when I went in there.  The lack of tears leads me to believe that she hadn’t been in there awake for too long.

You know what I like? I like it when I screw-up and it turns out good.

Yesterday, in between reading book 7 of the Harry Potter Series, I made a chocolate cake from scratch.

One of those jobbers that your grandma probably made that’s so thin and runny when you put it in the oven that you’re convinced that you screwed up somehow.

The recipe called for a 1/4 cup of cocoa. I had about an 1/8 of a cup. Did I give up? Nope! I added a teaspoon of vanilla and a teaspoon of cinnamon and hoped for the best.