AMomTwoBoys

I don’t know about you, but as I see grocery prices rise (and keep rising) I get a little nervous.  I mean, I’m a total sucker for fancy packaging and gimmicks.  It drives DJ nuts.  Mostly because I buy something and then he ends up eating it.  I have no willpower when it comes to shopping and he doesn’t have any willpower when it comes to eating.  We’re a dangerous pair.

I’m all about cost cutting.  Although, being a completely, hopelessly disorganized person I find it difficult to do sometimes.  I tried to play The Grocery Game for a while.  But, seeing as I don’t get the paper delivered to my house, it was kind of difficult to keep up with and my local stores don’t offer double coupons.  Also, the only store that really works around here is Vons and that’s where my wallet was stolen, so I try to avoid going there at all costs.

When I’m at Grandma Pam’s on Monday’s I occassionally look through her Sunday coupons and tear out what I think I’ll use.  But more often than not I forget.  OR, I tear them out and then leave them behind.  OR, I just lose them somewhere in between her house and mine.  It’s a disaster.  I’M a disaster.

Which is why I L-O-V-E how easy Kroger makes it to save money.  Especially for someone like me, who has a lot of stuff to get gone on a daily basis, can’t remember to brush her teeth most of the time, doesn’t generally like to grocery shop and likes to get things done online.  I make myself sound AWESOME, don’t I?!

Anyway, there are a few great ways that you can save money using the Kroger website:

1. Coupons:  As I mentioned before, I’m a total loser when it comes to looking at/clipping/using the coupons from the Sunday paper.  But Kroger makes it easy. Simply go to their Coupon Page and you can PRINT out all the coupons that are currently available.  How easy is that?!  Pretty damn easy.  You do have to install a coupon printing program, but that’s a small price to pay.
2. PG&E eSaver:  This is along the same line as the coupons thing.  It’s yet another way to save even MORE money when you’re shopping at a Kroger store.  Except it’s even EASIER than printing & using coupons.  All you have to do is load the coupons onto your Kroger card (or Ralph’s card in my case) and they’re AUTOMATICALLY deducted when you swipe your card.  Seriously.  I’m not kidding.
3. Shortcuts: Kroger partnered with AOL for this one, and it’s pretty awesome.  Once you’ve registered with the site, you can load even MORE coupons onto your savings card.  And once again, they’re automatically deducted when you swipe your card.  Current savings are offered on:  diapers, toilet paper, soup, cookie dough (!), frosting (!!), and cereal.  And that’s just what’s “featured”.  There are even MORE coupons available on other great products!
4. Kroger family stores also have Pharmacies that offer a 30-day supply of more than 300 prescriptions for only $4, or 90-day supplies for only $10. At Kroger.com you can download a complete list of eligible medications and check to see if your local pharmacy participates.
5. Fuel Rewards: For every $100 you spend at Kroger stores you can earn a $0.10 per gallon fuel discount that can be redeemed at stores with a fuel station.  $0.10 a gallon adds up to decent savings pretty quickly!
6. And finally, the 1-2-3 Rewards MasterCard is another great way to earn savings on groceries at Kroger.  Every time you use the card, you’ll earn 1 point for every dollar spent outside the store, 2 points for every dollar spent inside the store and 3 points for every dollar spent on any of the Kroger family brands!

Are you still with me?  Good.  Because I have TWO more awesome money saving things to tell you about:

• Ebates.com: If you haven’t utilized Ebates yet, you’ve been MISSING OUT!  Sign up with ebates, shop at a GAZILLION online stores through their site and get a percentage of your purchases back.  As in a CHECK every three months.  I signed up for Ebates last year and I’ve already received $168.00 back.  It’s a GREAT way to get your Holiday shopping done.  If you know what you’re shopping for, you can search for it on the website and compare prices and rebate percentages! Awesome.  AND, if you sign up and enter my email address (meghanATamomtwoboysDOTcom) we BOTH automatically get $5.00 in our accounts!  SCORE!

I’ve saved the best part for last: Thanks to Kroger, and in honor of the Bloggy Giveaways, I have TWO $25.00 Kroger gift cards to give away!  Simply leave a comment here telling me what your favorite Kroger money saving tip is and you’ll be entered to win!  The gift cards are redeemable at any of the Kroger-family stores, so where ever you live, you’re bound to have one nearby!

The Contest will remain open until Friday, November 7th at 12Noon.  I will announce the winners on Saturday, November 8th and the winners will have three days to get me their mailing address, or I’ll pick another winner!

Good luck!  And have fun $aving and winning!

I’m just going to throw that out there.  Some of you might take offense to it, and for that I apologize.  But not really, because I really don’t have any control over how cute my kids are.  I mean, it’s all genetic and shit, so although I totally had something to DO with it, I didn’t have any control over it.   I really think I have the cutest kids on the planet.

I mean, LOOK:

Collectively now….AWWWWWWWW

When they’re cute and adorable, it’s all sunshine and roses around here, people.  Music plays in the background.  We laugh, hold hands, spin in circles.  It’s a mother-fucking love fest.

That’s how I feel some of a lot of most of the time.  But then, sometimes, they get like this:

And OH MY FUCKING GOD, I want to sell them to the lowest highest bidder, pack my bags and head to the tropics.  Because I just can’t take anymore crying or whining.   And at that point in time, I’m positive my children are possessed by some evil force.  And I would definitely bet that your kids are in fact MUCH cuter than mine.

Isn’t parenting AWESOME?

• I can’t come up with ONE damn thing to write about, so I figured I’d write about it all.
• Sorry if I piss you off in the coming minutes.
• But I’m really not that sorry, because I mean everything I say from the bottom of my heart.
• Dylan has come up with a few new favorite phrases:  “Are you kidding me?”  OR: “You’ve GOT to be kidding me.”  “That’ll fit in just great in California” “That’s a GREAT idea.”
• We went to the beach after we visited the pumpkin patch this weekend.
• It was Tahoe’s first time in the ocean.  He thoroughly enjoyed it.
• As did Dylan, who was so soaked after our impromptu beach visit that he rode home in one of DJ’s sweatshirts and nothing else.
• I was worried about the effect the 5-point harness strap would have on his boy bits
• Apparently I covered them up sufficiently because they survived the trip.
• Zach is getting EIGHT teeth.
• Four regular and all four molars.
• Life sucks for him right now.
• I’ve been drinking a little extra wine at night.
• I can’t believe the election is a week from today.
• I’m still voting for Obama.
• I still don’t understand why anyone could even remotely believe that Sarah Palin is qualified to run this country.
• And don’t bother trying to convince me, because it’s not going to work.
• I got a bit teary listening to Obama’s speech in Ohio today.
• Listening to his plans for this country and seeing the positive attitude he possesses is truly empowering.
• Then listening to McCain simply attack Obama, instead of explaining his own ideas, all while he pounds on the podium, is defeating.
• Let’s all agree that we’re ALL supporters of the men & women serving in the military.
• We just have different ways of expressing that support, and neither is less important or meaningful.
• I’m very emphatically opposed to Prop 8.
• If you’re voting Yes on Prop 8 you’re discriminating.
• It’s as simple as that.
• Who someone falls in love with is nobody’s business but their own.
• How consenting adults choose to have sex is nobody’s business but their own.
• Two people who love each other and wish to get married is not, in any possible way, threatening to my marriage.  Or yours.  Or anyone else’s for that matter.
• Have whatever homophobic tendencies you must (that’s a post for another day) but don’t discriminate and take away a right that’s granted to every other human being on the planet.
• That’s not what America is all about.
• And don’t stand behind your bible while saying how “evil” same sex marriage is.
• I’m pretty sure your bible doesn’t give you the right to decide other people’s fate, or treat someone else as less of a human being.
• Because that’s exactly what you’re doing.
• If you truly believe that someone’s day of judgement will come, let THEM decide how to live their life.
• They can make their own decisions and deal with the consequences that may arise.
• If you really feel that same sex marriage is threatening to your marriage or your family, I suggest you get marriage/family counseling.
• You might have bigger issues going on.
• And that about sums it up.

Obama Rally in St. Louis with over 100,000 people

Colin Powell endorses Barack Obama

LA Times Endorses Barack Obama

(first endorsement in 36 years and first endorsement EVER for a Democrat)

I literally can not come up with a coherent thought.  I keep trying to get motivated to write a post about something, anything, but I can’t do it.  I head over to Twitter and I can’t think of anything to tweet other than “Why do babies look so damn cute in overalls?” or “Does anyone know where I put the DVD remote?”.  So I just catch up on what other people are talking about and close my computer in defeat.

There are posts floating about the internet that are making my head explode, but I can’t bring myself to comment for fear that I’ll sound like a complete idiot.  My head is foggy.  I mean, Michelle Obama posted on BlogHer today and I can’t bring myself to READ it.  Hello?!  What the fuck is my problem?

I’m tired.  Exhausted.  Worn out.  I’m retreating to Grandmaother’s this weekend in the hopes that a long weekend of having grandparents to entertain my kids will allow me some time to sleep in and relax (surprise, Grandmaother, I have ulterior motives!).

My (website) stats are pathetic, and while the part of me that would love to see minimal some ad revenue is cringing, the other 99% of me really doesn’t care all that much.  I have a folder FULL of people who need to be added to AllMediocre, but I can’t even bring myself to do that (if you’re one of those people, I PROMISE I’ll get to you soon.  Really.  I will.  Email me to make me feel guilty).  Which reminds me that I have a Mediocre Topic to post today.  It’s 4:19pm and that’s the first time that thought has passed through my brain. (Many thanks to DExtraordinaire for taking this off my plate!)

I’m overwhelmed, I’m tired, I’m unmotivated.  Hopefully, for your sake, I’ll be back to my old self soon.  And if I owe you an email (or a THANK YOU you awesome ladies who attended, in person & in spirit, the DC dinner) I’ll do it soon.  I promise. I also vow to visit your blogs and comment again soon.  I just haven’t been able to do that recently either.  And that’s no empty campaign promise.  I really mean it and I’ll see to it that it happens.  :0)

In the mean time, because I can’t stand to not say anything political read this.  I read it at least once a day.  Really.  I do.

And, please, can someone PLEASE tell me why babies are so damn cute in overalls?

Where to even begin?  It was AWESOME.  I figured I’d walk you through our vacation as I show you pictures of *some* of the things we did.  And walking is appropriate because we did A LOT of it.

Sunday:

Arrived at La Guardia at 4:10pm.  Picked up bags and enjoyed the drive into Manhattan.  It was drizzly, but warm.

Checked into the hotel, the Westin Times Square.  Awesome location.  Our room was on the 29th floor, and we were greeted with this view:

Attended cocktail party (free liquor!) and then headed out.  We ended up at the Hard Rock in Times Square, which was a mere two blocks away.  Drank some more, headed back to our room.

Monday:  Headed out on the town.  We walked up to Rockefeller Center and decided to buy tickets to Top of the Rock.

It took FOREVER to make it up.  There was lots of standing in line and we were forced to watch a few films, but it was well worth the wait.  The views were AMAZING.

After that, it was getting to be lunch time, so we decided to find a bite to eat.  I had my heart set on a Frozen  Hot Chocolate from Serendipity, so we headed in that direction.  I was thrilled to stumble upon Patsy’s Pizzeria.  SO. DAMN. GOOD.  Serendipity was just across the street, and I’m sad to say it didn’t *quite* live up to my expectations.  Which could have been either because my expectations were set WAY too high or because I was uncomfortably stuffed from the delicious lunch we’d just had.

We left Serendipity and made a stop at Dylan’s Candy Bar where DJ Dylan SCORED some awesome treats.  From there we headed to Central Park where we saw a group of street performers putting on a break dancing/hip hop show.  They were pretty damn impressive, but I was blown away by a little kid who was dancing with them.  Awesome.

We crossed the street and walked through FAO Schwarz and bought some stuff for the boys.  From there we headed to Tiffany’s and looked around.  Then we headed back to the hotel where we stopped at the bar, had a drink and made plans to head out to dinner.  We ended up at Del Frisco’s Steakhouse where DJ and I shared the MOST. AMAZING. FILET. EVER.  It was 26 ounces of BONE IN hand massaged Kobe Beef awesomeness.  We may never eat steak again.  Seriously, it was THAT good.

Tuesday:

We left the hotel at 8:30 for a bus tour of the city.  We stopped at Central Park:

Then we headed downtown where we walked through Little Italy, Chinatown and made a quick trip to the World Trade Center site (post on that to come later).

After that we headed over to Wall Street, which was a ZOO.  We left the tour and walked over to South Street Seaport where we contemplated taking a helicopter tour, but didn’t when we found out it was $137.00 per person for an 8-minute tour.  Instead we signed up for the Circle Line Cruise.

That night we were lucky enough to have the opportunity to meet up with Z & Marinka and a few of my friends from high school who I haven’t seen in 12 years.  It was insane.  And so much fun!  (I’ll get to my bloggy friends in another post as well!)

Wednesday:

We started our day at the Chelsea Piers where we rented shitty clubs and hit some golf balls.  It was fun and the location was pretty cool.

From there we walked to the Village and visited the Friend’s apartment building.

Then we walked through SoHo and over to Little Italy where we stopped and had lunch.

From there we took the subway up to Macy’s and walked around a bit.  But we were exhausted, so we headed back to the hotel and napped.  We went to the group dinner and then, on our last night in New York we walked a few blocks to the Times Square location of Junior’s Cheesecake.  OMG, it was unbelievably good.

Thursday:

We left Manhattan and drove to DC.  We stopped in Philly for lunch at Pat’s King of Steaks.  My first official Philly Cheesesteak lived up to my expectations.

Then we got to Courtney’s and got to spend time with these little ones:

We watched the debate and played the usual drinking games.

Friday:

We traded cityscapes for countryscapes and drove out to Leesburg, VA for some older architecture:

I also had THE MOST AMAZING Ham and Brie sandwich for lunch.  (YES, it IS all about the food!)

That night Court and I ditched the boys and headed out for AllMediocHer ‘08.  It was fabulous.

Saturday:

We packed up the kids and headed out to the middle of nowhere country for a fun fall family adventure.  There were animals, pumpkins, tractors and pig races.  I was bummed Dylan wasn’t there because he would have LOVED it.

On the way back to Court’s we stopped and picked up stuff for dinner and enjoyed a relaxing final evening…

It was a GREAT trip…but it was nice to be home to my boys.  Dylan still tells me constantly that he missed me and Zach is tickled with himself that he “walks”.  He’s getting better at it every day…

HI!  Did y’all miss me!?  I KNOW you’re anxiously awaiting the recount of my trip.  But you’re just going to have to wait a bit longer, because honestly?  I’m fucking exhausted and still haven’t fully processed it.  Plus, I have 400 pictures to look through and edit before I can even THINK about writing about it.  So, give me some time.  By Thursday, I promise.  In the meantime, I figured I’d tell you a little story and give you yet ANOTHER reason to make fun of me.

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There’s a blueberry farm just off the highway near where we live.  It’s only been open a year or two and it’s one of those pick your own places.  We’ve never been because I’m not much of a blueberry fan and the boys, who ARE blueberry fans, haven’t been big enough yet to pick their own blueberries without making it a nightmare experience for me.

But this year, the MOMs Club planned a trip to the blueberry farm for some good ole’ fashioned berry picking.  And we were going to go.  Until it was cancelled due to an unexpected early end to blueberry season.  Bummer, right?

Anyway, I was surprised at all the post season activity that goes into growing blueberries.  I mean, EVERY TIME we drive by there’s a person in a while suit (working with pesticides, I assume) working in the fields.

Me, Day 1:  There’s someone working in the blueberry fields today.  Interesting get-up, must be spraying the plants.

Me, Day 2:  There’s that blueberry field worker again.

Me, Day 3:  Dammit, my coffee’s cold.

Me, Day 4:  Oh!  The blueberry field worker is still at it.  That sure is a lot of pesticide.

Me, Day 5:  Wow.  I’m totally NEVER picking berries there.  They must be LOADED with chemicals.

Me, Day 6: Seriously?!  STILL with the spraying?  Are blueberries a magnet for bugs?  Are they THAT susceptible to infestations or disease?  The season’s OVER.  How much freakin’ attention can they really need?

Me, Day 7:  HOLY CRAP!  He’s STILL there!  That’s just…weird.

Md, Day 8: Oh shit!  What the hell’s wrong with the worker guy?  He looks…odd.  It looks like his head is missing!?  WTF?!

**Lightbulb**  It’s a scarecrow you fucking moron…

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I WISH I had made this up.  Really, I do.  Because who sees a person, in an odd outfit in the middle of a fucking FARM, for 8 STRAIGHT days and doesn’t realize it’s NOT a person?  Someone of diminished mental capacity, I’m afraid.  And apparently, that person would be me.  Please send help.  And liquor.

And today, I bring you my lovely friend JCK.  She was my first night roomie at BlogHer, she has an AMAZING smile (which I’m not just saying because of the subject of this post), she’s a poet, an artist, and so much more.  Get yourself over to her place today to catch up on what she’s been up to!

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I arrive via minivan, sans two children, in Beverly Hills. It is a place of perfectly manicured people, lawns and palm trees. And, oh yes, here are the cars… Audi’s, Jaguar’s, Mercedes and of course, the Bentley convertible. Not that we don’t have these things in the town where I live, but here in Beverly Hills it is different. For one, there doesn’t seem to be any dust. Or even dirt. Anywhere. Is that normal?! Everything is shiny. I see no chaos. No mess. Storefront windows are gleaming. People are freshly nipped, tucked, manicured and pedicured. Look, there’s someone walking by in bandages from a recent visit to the plastic surgeon. Do they think they are invisible? I guess it is so normal here that people don’t even notice it. Here’s a beautiful children’s store. There are no children in it. Do children live in Beverly Hills? Maybe there’s a toddler curfew. Preschoolers? I think they’ve been banished. Beverly Hills is child-free!

I always notice how my behavior changes when I come to Beverly Hills. I feel self-conscious. Today it doesn’t help matters that I’m wearing my suburban bright Purple CROCS. I swear the woman waiting by the elevator just sneered at my CROCS! To alleviate the potential awkwardness posed by sharing an elevator with said woman, I decide to exit the parking structure by taking the stairs. As I pass by her, I feel the need to say, “Oh, I’m taking the stairs. I SO need the exercise.” Beverly Hills is not the place to hang for someone who is naturally chatty like me. Not if you obviously don’t belong here. Except for the overly courteous valets or the man who runs the smoothie store, chats are discouraged. In fact, conversations can just die on the vine.

I do overhear some interesting conversations involving others. A woman says, “She just completely lost it. Fell apart.” Just when I’m feeling relieved that there are tantruming toddlers around, she continues, “…and so she just checked herself in.” O.K., NOT talking about toddlers. Could these others be from LOST? Oh…where’s Sawyer when you need him…

I am here to see my dentist. The 3rd visit in a month. It has been a very looong time since I’ve seen my dentist. It has been SO…long that they had to take a complete set of x-rays (lost count after 8 billion) and basically, they didn’t know WHO I was. Don’t they know who I AM? My God, I’m a mother! OK, I’m baaack! I’m here for my 2ND of 2 parts…a deep cleaning. The women who work in the office are actually very nice. The dentist is a little intimidating; a walking ad for the Beverly Hills Man. He tends to stare at me as if he were about to suggest a quick pit stop at the plastic surgeon’s downstairs, which just happens to be strategically located across from the elevator. Once, to kill time while I was waiting for the elevator, I read the list of services posted on the door. I swear a lady with a very tight smile bounded out from behind what I thought had been a closed door – asking if she could help me? Yes, I need help, but not the kind you are talking about lady. Maybe I’m not being fair about the dentist. He could be thinking…hmmm, not a bad looking wench, some “had a baby” belly and her hair is pretty outrageous – kind of like Emmy Lou Harris…only younger. Mmm…probably NOT thinking that. Besides, I think he is gay.

My dentist’s teeth are WHITE and sparkling. And that is why I come here. Well, that and they take my HMO. Truthfully, I long for the sparkling WHITE teeth of my youth. I’m now coming up for air after having two children in 1 year. O.K., it’s been…a few years. Girl has just turned 4 and Boy will be 5 in November. Yep… they’re 10 months apart. But, it’s time to think about MY appearance and not just the grooming habits of my young. Teeth are a good place to start.

Putting on my sunglasses, I leave the dentist’s office with a mouthful of clean, fairly WHITE teeth. I feel good. As I drive out of the parking structure, I catch the eye of a woman driving in. THANK GOD, A SUBARU! She smiles at me. Perhaps she covets sparkling white teeth like me…

As it was only appropriate that yesterday’s post be from Courtney, it’s doubly fitting that today’s post be from Amy.  She’s one of my dinner dates for tonight and she’s my girl.  Amy’s the first person I saw when I arrived at BlogHer in July.  And we spent pretty much the entire time together.  Even though I’m not as devastatingly tall as she thought I was going to be.

Amy’s on a quest to get healthy and lose some weight.  And she’s kicking it’s ass.  She shares some of that with us today, something she hasn’t shared before…the UGLY side of losing weight.  And she left out the swear words, which is funny, because if there’s ANY place on the web where you can feel at home using swear words, it’s here…

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Over at my normal web home and lately at Cincinnati Losers, I try to put a positive vibe on the topic du jour – my weight loss efforts. I want my posts to be real, but inspirational. I figure, what’s the point of clicking in to read a woman complain about her weight?  Yawn.

But since this is Meg’s blog and I’m on a hall pass from the norm, I’m gonna let all my negative thoughts and actions when it comes to weight loss flow like a river. I’m gonna fly the freak flag right here, right now.

We’ll call them the Weight Loss Confessions.  Just like Taxi Cab Confessions, but without the tranny hookers.

I have this walking cd, set to happy techno and Latin music with a woman (who I lovingly refer to as ‘skinny bitch’) talking to you, cheering you on to walking euphoria. A couple times during one of the walk-outs (isn’t she clever?) she tells her listeners: “Smile, don’t you feel great? You’re doing it!” Unless someone can prove to me that smiling will increase the caloric burn by 50%, she ain’t about to get a smile out of me.

I’m convinced that people who “love” exercise should probably be locked up for their own safety, and skinny bitch should be the first one in the cell.

Amy: You ate the rest of the Oreos? (tone: incredulous)

Doug: Like, three days ago. Why, did you want them? (tone: sarcastic and uncaring)

Amy: I didn’t have any of those. I would have like to have had a couple. Is that too much to ask? (tone: persecuted)

Doug: They sat around for a week, I figured you didn’t like them. (tone: irritated and uncaring)

Amy: How long have you known me? What eight years now? In that time you’ve seen me consume roughly 15 million Oreo cookies, but now suddenly today, you figured I just didn’t like them anymore? You know they are one of my favorite things and you’re just too selfish to care. It’s just ME ME ME in your little world.  (tone: utter and total disbelief)

Doug: Oh my goodness, I’ll go buy you some more freaking Oreos, lighten up. They’re just cookies for heaven’s sake. You’re a whack-job. Did you take your pill today?  Please note this is the PG version, in addition to being selfish, Doug also has a terrible potty mouth (tone: prick-ish and uncaring)

Amy: I know we can buy more Oreos! THAT’S NOT THE POINT. (blank stare from Doug) The point is that your were selfish and didn’t even consider my feelings before you shoved the whole bag in your mouth. It’s just ME ME ME in your little world. I know I already said that, I get flustered at this point in my argument as I begin to suffer from low blood sugar (tone: defeated, unloved, unappreciated)

Doug: Besides, I did you a favor, you’re not supposed to be eating those anyway. I thought you wanted to lose weight. (tone: suicidal)

Doug was then decapitated and scattered in the back yard. It was all very GoodFellas-ish.

WLC #3

I love my daughter. I would make any sacrifice to ensure she has the best life possible. A happy childhood for her is my number one priority.

Of course I should probably let you know that this love for her does not extend to sharing my mini-bag of 94% fat-free popcorn. I’m happy to offer her any number of other snack items. But no, what’s in Mommy’s bowl is spun-gold and the only thing she.ever.wants.to.eat.again.

Parker: Mommy, you like you popcorn?

Mommy: Yes I do, dear sweet child of mine.

Parker: Mommy, I like you popcorn too.

Mommy: Wouldn’t you like some cookies or pharmaceutical-grade cocaine instead?

Parker: No, I wanna you popcorn.

Mommy: What about some cash? Cold-hard American cash?

Parker: Mommy not a good sharer uh you popcorn.

Mommy: You’re right, hop up here and Mommy will share (the measly amount of joy she’s afforded each night) the bowl of popcorn.

Parker: Mommy, I like my popcorn.

(Murmured under Mommy’s breath: Sweet baby Jesus, it’s always ME ME ME with this kid)

Ah, it feels good to get those off my chest. Still love me?

We now return you to your regularly scheduled, positive programming.

It’s only appropriate that today’s post is from my sister.  Being as today’s the day we leave New York *sniffle* and head to Northern VA to visit her & her family!  *CHEER*  I can’t WAIT to get my hands on my nephew and FINALLY get to meet my niece.  I’m super curious to see what a girl is all about.

Without further ado, I bring you Courtney:

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Hi again! It’s me Quart, trying my damndest to not piss anyone off with today’s guest post. After what happened last time I figured Meg would make me start my own blog if I ever wanted to write again, but she’s invited me back, and in an effort to thank her I am going to do something very special. Are you ready?

Meg recently pointed out the fact that a large number of you were not around during the early days of “AMomTwoBoys.” In an effort to familiarize her dear readers with some of the classics, I offer you the following “Me(g)Me(g).” I pose these questions to you, Meg’s newer, loyal reader, so strap yourselves in, enjoy the ride, and answer the damn questions, please!

1) What is your favorite Meg-coined word? Shpoop or Cartoid?

2) What did you find funnier? The video of Dylan saying “fuck” or the photo of Meghan’s ass in her “knockout” pants?

3) Would you rather spend Christmas with the Holiday Dog or Meg’s “Step-sister-in-law?”

4) What would you rather know? How Meg got Brit and Kev’s Christmas card or who is on her “list” (the good one, of “Friends” fame). Bonus Points if you tell us who is on YOUR “list”!

5) Who do you think is cuter? Dylan or Zach? (Grandmaother told me I couldn’t ask this one. It didn’t occur to me that anyone would answer it!)

6) Before this week, who was your favorite guest poster? Me or DJ? (pick me! I couldn’t stand to listen to DJ’s shit if he won)

This is a very short post, but it took me forever, and while I thoroughly enjoyed the trip down memory lane, I have to get some sleep! I need to be well rested for when I watch the Biden-Palin debate with DJ at my house. Wish me luck! Thanks for the guest post opportunity, M2B!