Feb
01
2008
The Perfect Post is the brainchild of Kimberley and Lindsay - an opportunity for us to recognize our favorite post over the last month.
Sometimes I award thoughtfulness and beauty. Sometimes I miss awarding anyone at all. (Um, yes, last month. Let’s not talk about it, okay?) This month, however, I had to award my Aussie twin - Kelley.
Kelley, at MagnetoBold Too, is another coffee-addicted cuss-aholic shoe-lusting mom. She juggles 3 children, a husband, a part-time job, running an Autism Support Group, and writing on two blogs while being horribly sleep-deprived. (Or maybe because of it!)
I’m giving this post of Kelley’s the Perfect Post Award for January 2008. Because we’ve all been there, but she just makes it sound so funny. Blame the husband, blame the kids, blame the computer. Thanks for the laugh Kelley my lurve. Your prize is in the mail.
Dec
03
2007
One of my favorite things to do is to lose myself in Meghan’s photography. Her little boy makes my heart squeeze, he’s so cute. If you don’t know about Pyreflies Over Zanarkind, you must go take a look. Grab some coffee and something sweet to go with it and page through her archives. Her photography speaks to me in so many ways. (And yes, she knows I stalk her!)
This post here is just beautiful. The third photo reminds me of the days when Shortman was Xan’s age - and they could be brothers from the back. I want to jump through the monitor and pick him up and swing him around doing airplanes. That was my baby’s favorite thing.
Because I’ve been remembering so much about those days with all my new bloggy friends who have little ones, and that picture summed everything up, I’m awarding Meghan with the Perfect Post November 2007 award. (And now she’s pregnant with #2, so we’ll have newborn pictures to look at next year!)

Meghan, check your email for your badge!
—- And, as always, thanks to Kimberly and Lindsay for creating the Monthly Perfect Posts. If you’d like the opportunity to award your favorite blogger with a nifty little badge for their ‘perfect post’, take a stroll over to Petroville.com and Suburban Turmoil. They’ll tell you all about it. —-
Nov
01
2007
There are some posts that tear me up emotionally and my heart breaks for some of the things my favorite bloggers have been through. I truly wonder if I could go on had these things happened to me. (I mean, mah Gawd, I whined for days over a broken television.)
These writers inspire me to be a better person, a better wife, a better mother, a better daughter, a better friend. I want to reach through this screen and take them in my arms and hug them, because I know, with all my heart, how much better I feel when Mr. Hot or Shortman give me a soul-enveloping, heal-everything, warm-away-the-fear hug.
When I read RedNeck Mommy’s post about her Bug - her darling son, I broke down. Coming so soon on the news that they had been approved by the adoption agency, I can’t imagine the swing of emotions that she had to have been feeling. And yet, she keeps her sense of humor - her wicked, wicked, sense of humor - believe me, y’all - you’ll want to go along for the ride. Hang on tight and bring your favorite tissues and incontinence panties.
Come help me cheer for RNM. She wrote my pick for October’s Perfect Post - and if you want to get in on the Perfect Post Awards, go see Kimberly and Lindsay - the originators of the Perfect Post award.
Oct
01
2007
Darkness. Uck. It’s now officially “dark” when I get to the office in the morning. This whole daylight savings time change is messin’ with me. With the smoked windows in this office and the dark clouds overhead, and the general, um, shit attitudes morale issues around here…it actually feels more like the end of October than the first. I could really use some laughter and brightness this morning.
So, my perfect post nominee for today is…..Sassy!
We all have days when it seems that everyone we speak to is either a) smoking drugs, or b) shooting drugs or c) huffing drugs. Trying to get a simple transaction completed is akin to pouring tar over yourself and then rolling in feathers. (Actually, I think I read about a spa that offers that treatment - supposed to make your skin abso-freakin-lutely radiant!)
Sassy, over at Oh.My.Gawd.Really knows exactly how to take a situation that would have made me kick some cashier ass blow a gasket grab my Superbucks and walk away into the perfect post for September. On a day when I was beating my head against a wall, she posted this little gem and had me laughing my ass off. I think I have her cashier’s relative working for me!
So, Sassy, you are my nomination for September’s Perfect Post. Many thanks to Kimberly at Petroville and Lindsey at Suburban Turmoil for the opportunity to award the button to Sassy.
—-Now, y’all go look at the other Perfect Posts. I’m sure there’s plenty for a giggle or two and possibly a tear or two. It’s perfect for what ails ya.—-
Sep
04
2007
Actually, he’s not. I wanted him to be a Jr. His dad, however, is a Junior, so he would have had to have been the Third. That was vetoed. Instead he has a name that is his, (and other than the other 37 kajillion men with his name), his alone.
My baby started eleventh grade today. Y’know, the baby? The one that decided to be born a week early when no one was ready for him. The one that slept through the night when he was 10 weeks old. The one who started talked (and has yet to stop) when he was two.
The one that loves animals, loves baseball, and hates fish. (Except shrimp, if it’s fried - ugh.) Loves Lord of the Rings marathons, and anything done by Adam Sandler, but hates black and white movies. Loves to swim. Loves to fly. Hates to ride in the car.
I never knew what it felt like to be willing to die for another person. (Of course, this doesn’t mean I never want to kill him, because, y’know? He’s 15.) Trying to protect your children from everything and anything that can happen to them is an exercise in frustration and futility, but y’know? You keep on doing it. You keep trying.
I dropped him off and realized that this is the second to last time I’ll ever take him to “First Day of School”. And then, as I drove off, the tears started because, y’know? Next year? He’ll drive himself.
It seems fitting that today is Perfect Post Day. And because Helen wrote this post, that took me back to when I was sending my little boy off to Kindergarten, and 1st grade, and 2nd grade… and every first day since then, I award her the perfect post for August. And thanks to Lindsay and Momma K for offering (and you, too, if you want…go look) to present this to her.
—- Thanks Helen. For keeping me in tears all week long. I owe you. Big Time. —-