AMomTwoBoys

I got freaking HACKED yesterday.

Like, someone broke into my site and changed shit around.

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The best part?

*I* didn’t even notice.

Because, you know, I’ve been kind of MIA lately.

So I get a text from Andrea and she’s all “Holy shit! Did you know you’ve been hacked?  Your blog looks crazy!”

And I was like, WHAT?!

And I was talking to Heather and I said “MY BLOG HAS BEEN HACKED!  WHAT DO I DO!”

And she goes “I just told Mike, and he goes ‘I know.’”

And I was all “THANKS, MIKE.”

And she goes “He says he emailed you.”

So then I checked my email and he HAD emailed me.

Like, five hours earlier, but I hadn’t seen it because I hadn’t looked at my email.

And then I logged into Twitter and saw that MommaBird 2345 had said something to me as well.

WHOOPS.

See what I mean about being MIA?

Then I apologized to Mike because he really had let me know and I had been kind bitchy in my “THANKS MIKE”.

But I’m pretty sure I have some other reason to be mad at him anyway.

SO, I had to actually log into my site and change all my passwords and delete all the new pages the hacker created and then rename all the ones he (It was clearly a dude.  Asshole) renamed.

And that left me utterly exhausted.

But it did give me something to write about.

So, yay.

*WAPOW*

Thunderstorms are quite possibly one of my most favorite things ever.

Growing up on the east coast, I spent a good deal of my childhood looking out the window watching them approach.  I LOVED to watch the winds pick up.  The leaves on the trees would turn over and became this cool silvery green color.  We’d sit on our back porch and watch the clouds roll in, and as soon as it started to rain too hard, or the lightning got too close for comfort, we’d head inside and watch through a window.

For me, there’s nothing like the sound of a rumble of thunder.

After moving to California, it took me a LONG time to come to terms with the fact that I was lucky if I’d get even one thunderstorm a year.  ONE.

As you’ve probably heard, California is experiencing some crazy weather right now.  And by crazy, I mean it’s been raining.  A LOT.

I was beyond happy this morning to be woken up by thunder and lightning.  It was 6am, I was cozy in my bed and I was able to enjoy the rumble of a decent thunderstorm.  It was awesome.

Until it woke Zach up, who freaked the fuck out.  He clearly doesn’t share my appreciation for a good storm.

I’ll have to work on him.

Oh, HELLO!  Is anyone still out there?

SO, I know.  I’ve been MIA.

I’ve been BUSY!

So much so that I think it requires a list!

Here we go:

• I helped plan and host a baby shower.  Which, HOLY FUCKING HELL.  Stress.  But totally worth it.
• Zach has been having speech therapy twice a week.  I’m usually only home two days a week, so this has thrown a serious cramp into my sitting on the couch time.  Especially since the house has to be presentable.  And they spend the entire hour on my living room floor, so I even have to vacuum.  And pick up toys so there’s, you know,  room for them on the floor.  It’s really time consuming.  Who knew.
• We remodeled our master bath.  And we’re still happily married!
• Dylan is obsessed, and when I say obsessed, I mean OBSESSED, with Wii Super Mario Bros.  It’s the first thing he asks about in the morning, and he wants to play it until the moment he goes to bed.  I’m pretty sure he dreams about it all night long.  And because I’m such a good mother, I take the time to sit my ass on the couch and play it with him on occasion.
• I also enrolled Dylan in T-ball.  The paperwork took me six weeks to fill out because I was never at the right location with the correct paperwork.  But, he will be playing T-ball next month!  So, yay!  More shit to add to my list!

That’s all I can think of.  And I’m tired now.  So I think I’m going to take a nap.  Because the fact that the contents of my closet are stacked up in my bedroom (my husband decided to undertake a closet remodel – sigh) means nothing to me.  A nap sounds much more exciting than organizing the crap from my closet.

What have you guys been up to?

I was going to write this letter to you yesterday, but then I figured I’d wait until it was officially your gig.  Like, maybe you’re some sort of diva who won’t even talk about what’s expected of you until you’ve officially got the job.

So, welcome!  A lot is expected of you.  If you haven’t heard yet, your predecessor was kind of an  asshole.  And by kind of, I mean a complete and total asshole.

You need to make up for that, which is going to be a big job.  It’s not going to be easy, but I don’t think it’s too much to ask.

Please keep my family and friends healthy and happy, and heal my friends who are sick.  Bring the expected babies into the world without drama, and make sure they are healthy and chubby and cute.  Because we don’t need no ugly babies.  Or any more sadness and sorrow.  2009 gave us enough of that. For a lifetime.

You are the year Dylan will start t-ball and Kindergarten and the year Zachary will start Preschool.  You are the year I will get organized, if it kills me.  You are *hopefully* the year that DJ will see a load of stress lifted off his shoulders, and will see us moving into a new home.  Let’s make sure those last two happen, m’kay?

You are the year I will win the lottery, the year I will become a walking Ann Taylor Loft ad, the year I will start to wear jewelry on a consistent basis, and the year I will buy myself a designer handbag without feeling loads of guilt.

You are MY year.  We will be friends and I will be sad to see you go.  You, however, will probably not be sad to say goodbye to me.

I WILL OWN  YOU.

Love,

Meg