January Funny Friday

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Today’s post is December’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture. Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up with. I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend.

Here’s today’s picture, it was submitted by Baking In A Tornado.

ff-January1. Once a couch potato has reached adolescence, you can replant and grow your own. Just place on couch and cover in cushions. You should see new sprouts in 4-6 weeks. Water sparingly.

2. It is a new form of meditation. Be one with the sofa.

3. “I am invisible because I can’t see you.”

4. This is what is looks like when you wipe out while couch surfing.

5. When left to it’s own devices, sofas have been know to eat teenagers in one bite. You have been warned.


Think these are funny? Mediocre at best? Check out these other bloggers who will actually make you laugh!

Stacy Sews and Schools (http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com)

The Bergham’s Life Chronicles (http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/)

Follow me home  (http://followmehome.shellybean.com)

Baking In A Tornado (http://www.BakingInATornado.com)

Someone Else’s Genius (http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com)

Confessions of a part-time working mom (http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/)

The Momisodes (http://themomisodes.com)

Sanity Waiting to Happen (http://www.angelaweight.com)

Spatulas on Parade  (http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/)

Cluttered Genius (http://www.clutteredgenius.com)

Eileen’s Perpetually Busy (http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/)

Whimsy and Flies

Whimsy and Flies


“Momma! Daddy! Look! I found the machine that makes clouds!!”


On any given day I am carrying a metric crap-ton of stuff. Kid stuff, baby stuff, my stuff. I cram all this stuff into a moderatly sized diaper bag and hope I didn’t forget anything.

When I have to run into a store or in the rare moments I find myself sans kids, I have two choices. Either lug the overstuffed bag in with me or carry my keys, phone, and wallet and hope I don’t absentmindedly set them down somewhere and lose them. (This may have happened to me A FRIEND once or twice before.) I decided I was going to buy myself a nice new tiny bag for these very instances. Something small to fit inside the giant one.

I shopped and searched for the perfect one. I finally came across a pink leather bag with a cross body strap. Perfect! I was so excited I called my husband to tell him about it. (I don’t get out much.) I explained that it was basically a glorified wallet with a strap. My technology loving husband immediately understood.

“Oh! like the phablet [phone/tablet hybrid] of the bag world.”




As we were getting ready to leave for the day it hit me for the millionth time. I have TWO daughters. Sometimes it feels so surreal. This time, I turned to my oldest and asked her if she could believe that she FINALLY had a sister. Her reply was nothing short of amazing.

“Yes, Momma, it is SO amazing. I wished for a sister for Christmas [last year]. I asked Santa over and over again. I thought he would bring me one. But guess what, Momma? YOU brought her instead. Not Santa, YOU. I just can’t believe it. You are magic. It was like magic. Now, I have a sister.”


The four year old was all tucked in and peacefully drifting off to sleep, or so I thought. I walked by her bedroom door and heard her arguing and thrashing about. I decided to peek in and check on her.

“Everything ok?” I asked peering through the darkness.


“Uh, do you need help, Peanut?” I offered.

“Yes! I am trying to sleep but my blankets just wanna fight with me!”

And just like that I added blanket negotiations and peace keeping to my resume.



Every morning my four year old comes bounding into my room to say hi. Every morning I ask her to make me breakfast. Every morning she makes the excuse that she is “too little.” The other morning I asked her to make me coffee.

“I can’t! I am just a kid!” she exclaimed. Then she paused, thought and said, “Oh! Wait!” before scampering off.

My husband and I smiled and continued our conversation. A few moments later my husband looked slightly panicked as he said, “I think she might actually be making you coffee!!”

She knows how to use the Keurig. Thankfully we keep it unplugged.


Fly on the Wall

This post was part of the Fly On The Wall writing challenge. A group of bloggers all write and post on the same day, sharing snippets of their lives for you to read, as though you were a fly on our wall. Please do check out the other writers. They are an amazing group of bloggers.

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                          Baking In A Tornado

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                          Spatulas on Parade

http://followmehome.shellybean.com                          Follow me home

http://www.menopausalmom.com/                          Menopausal Mother

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/                        Stacy Sews and Schools

http://dinoheromommy.com/                                   Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                              Battered Hope

http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/          Eileen’s Perpetually Busy

http://www.gomamao.com                                  Go Mama O

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                       Someone Else’s Genius

http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com                            The Sadder But Wiser Girl

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/                             Just A Little Nutty

http://themomisodes.com                                       The Momisodes

Love and Debris


I watch as her jaw moves rhythmically, slowly nursing herself to sleep. She pauses, opens her eyes and tries to smile, still latched on. A sigh and her eyes flutter closed.

I am hooked.

I could sit here forever, nursing my baby, snuggling my four-year-old. These are the evenings I love. The chaos of our day is behind us; replaced with a calm only the sunset can bring.

Not all of our nights are this serene. We don’t always arrive at bedtime blissfully ready for slumber. Sometimes we come screeching in, covered in debris, kicking and screaming.

Those are the nights that I collapse on the couch after the girls are asleep. Those are the nights that I try to recollect a time when evenings didn’t require top-notch negotiation skills.

Then these evenings happen. We find our groove. These are the nights that remind me that I do not, in fact, wish for an alternate future. No, I want the one filled with the chaos and debris. I want the milk-drunk smiles and movie watching snuggles.

Both girls are asleep now. I am writing this in quiet stillness. Morning will come soon and the beautiful cacophony of having two children will rise with the sun.

Sure, I am exhausted and my house isn’t as tidy as I would like. I am in desperate need of a manicure and a shower that isn’t invaded by a three-foot tall interrogator with the world’s smallest bladder.

If I was to be completely honest, I am not ready for that. I am not ready for the stillness that comes with grown children. I am not ready to pee alone.

If only I could freeze tonight and put it in a locket around my neck. Hold it close. Draw power from it when all hell breaks loose and bedtime becomes an extreme sport and I the referee. If only.

Instead, I will enjoy this moment, the stillness, and the quiet. I will watch television shows without rhyming dialog. I will have a conversation with my husband and not repeat myself ten times. I will pee alone.

And by morning I will be recharged. I will be ready for a day filled with chaos and laughter, arguments and tears. I will be ready to face a day filled with love and debris.



This post was a part of the Use Your Words writing challenge. Participating bloggers picked 4-6 words or short phrases for another blogger to use in a post. Each word or phrase MUST be used at least once. Each post is unique as each writer has received a different set of words and has used them in their own style.  The twist is that no one knows who received their submitted words, until today!

The words given to me were: jaw – hook – evening – alternate future – locket

They were submitted by: Someone Else’s Genius

Please join me in reading everyone’s post and seeing how they chose to use their words.

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                                 Baking In A Tornado

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/                        Stacy Sews and Schools

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                          Spatulas on Parade

http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com                      The Bergham’s Life Chronicles

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/                     Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                             Someone Else’s Genius

http://themomisodes.com                                            The Momisodes

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                                   Battered Hope

http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/               Eileen’s Perpetually Busy

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com                        Evil Joy Speaks



One Day


This post is sponsored by the One Day app.


Time is bittersweet. On the hard days it can’t go fast enough and on the good days it seems to fly. My girls are growing up faster than I would like. I wish I could freeze them in this moment just for a little longer.

We take photos of them all the time. We capture moments that someday we will look back on with happy tears and memories. The details of our day to day lives will fall into soft focus through the lens of our camera and the passing of time.

Videos freeze those details. They preserve the mispronounced words and shy stutters. I can’t take enough videos of my tiny ladies.

Recently I was introduced to the One Day app (click here to download). It is exactly what I have been looking for to document those fleeting moments.

Currently just for iOS but coming to Android in February, it is SUPER easy to make a video time capsule of sorts. Each moment is prompted by a question and gives you the option to re-record moments. Genius.


I decided to interview Elsa, our resident four-year-old and chatty pants. Being sat down and interviewed made her a little shy but after a few takes, we ended up with something pretty awesome.


The app is set up to easily record the entire family. They have prompts for babies all the way up to adults.


Each age group has several sets of questions leaving potential for a multitude of videos. AND they are always updating with new themes and questions so the possibilities really are endless.


We had so much fun playing with this app. I tried to find just one thing I wasn’t thrilled with so you all wouldn’t think this was just a shameless plug, but you know what? I couldn’t. I really do love this app THAT much. I plan on making many more videos, keep any eye out for them!


And if the FREE app wasn’t awesome enough, One Day is also doing a $150 Visa gift card to one lucky duck. Enter below, it ends February 12, 2015.

a Rafflecopter giveaway





Are you a fan of New Year’s resolutions? Do you make them? If yes, do you keep them? What are three resolutions you wish all of humanity would make and keep?

(Submitted by: http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com)



New Year’s resolutions are a funny thing. I rarely hear of someone succeeding in keeping them. Isn’t there a joke about it?


A New Year’s resolution is something that goes in one year and out the other.


Or something like that.


Instead of making traditional resolutions like joining a gym or eating better, I decided to make an anti-resolution of sorts.


I have decided to embrace who I am. I won’t spend the beginning of this year focusing on changing who I am. I will spend it enjoying me. I will stress less about my “short comings” and spend that time enjoying all I have.


I have spent far too many years previously fighting who I am. Trying to change myself.


I have decided to challenge myself to be braver with my writing. I stopped submitting my work to publications last year. This year, I decided to try again despite my fear of rejection. I will make 2015 the year of my brave.


I will embrace my voice. Both literally and figuratively. I will continue to fight and stand up for what I believe all of humanity should work on, equality. Tolerance, love, and acceptance.




This post was a part of a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 14 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we all simultaneously divulged our topics and submitted our posts.


Secret Subject Swap

Please check out the other amazing bloggers who participated:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com  Baking In A Tornado

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/  Spatulas on Parade

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/  Stacy Sews and Schools

http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com  The Bergham’s Life Chronicles

http://dinoheromommy.com/  Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/  Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com  Someone Else’s Genius

http://themomisodes.com  The Momisodes

http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com  Climaxed

http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/  Sparkly Poetic Weirdo

http://www.clutteredgenius.com  Cluttered Genius

http://www.southernbellecharm.com  Southern Belle Charm

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com  Evil Joy Speaks






2014. And just like that it will be gone. 2015 will have arrived and with it a renewed sense of hope. There is always something about starting fresh. Having a blank slate and being given permission to move forward or start over. Every December 31 I can feel this pull to make some changes.

But, not this year.

This year is different. I am a little sad to see 2014 go. It was a good year for us. I won’t deny it the challenges, there were many. But the joy we experienced as a family, that outweighed any struggle we had.

Our second daughter was conceived and born within the months of 2014. A dream we left behind as the ball dropped on 2013, ushering in 2014 and our dedication to move on. The little sister Elsa had dreamed and sometimes begged for is here. 2014 made all of our baby dreams come true.

This year was also home to some deep heartbreak. I watched as people I adore said goodbye far too soon to people they love. I watched relationships shatter, lives change. I saw national tragedy and injustice.

But I also saw love. 2014 blanketed the country, state by state, with love, allowing people who had been denied the right to marry, freedom to do so. Every announcement brought tears to my eyes and a whole lot of hope to my heart.

2014 brought new friendships, strengthened old ones and offered a place to say good bye to others. There was a whole lot of change that happened in my life and for that I am grateful. I am grateful even if sometimes the growth hurt. I am a better person on this eve of 2015 than I was a year ago. Growing pains are worth the progress.

I challenged myself more in the past year than I ever have in the years before. I found my brave and used my words to express it. I also allowed myself to step back when I needed to. I listened, carefully, to my own needs. I became my own ally, my own advocate. I started to really believe in myself.

As the clock strikes midnight and I sleepily kiss my husband before crawling into bed, I will say one last thank you to this past year. I will extend my deepest gratitude and then I will turn my thoughts and energy forward. I will let go of a year that will forever be deeply meaningful to me and I will move forward. As much as I loved this past year, I will celebrate the future and all it holds, grateful for the foundation on which I have grown.

May the next year, and those that follow, bring us all joy, love, and peace. Thank you all, every last person who reads these words, for believing in me and supporting me. You may not realize it but you are playing a part in making one of my dreams come true. Every word read allows me to believe in myself and continue to find my brave and write my words.

Happy New Year and thank you.




The Best Christmas… Ever!

Best Christmas Ever

Presents cover every surface of our living room. A fire crackles in the stove. Music plays familiar Christmas tunes quietly in the background. Wrapping paper and packaging bulges from an overstuffed and under appreciated trash bag. I am sitting at our kitchen table, nursing our two month old with my right arm while somewhat awkwardly eating French toast with my left. Gratitude abounds as our four year old squeals with delight, “THIS IS THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!”


It sure is.


Not because of the gifts or the money spent. No, those things are like decorations on the tree. Take them away and you still have perfectly beautiful Christmas tree. No, it isn’t the gifts. Or the music. Or the fire (although having reliable, affordable heat is a HUGE gift every day).


It is this tiny person, happily nursing in my arms. It is her sister who runs over every few moments to check in with her new baby and give her a quick kiss on the head. It is this family and our home. It is my life and all the abundance and love.


Last year, at this very time, our oldest was asking us, begging at times, for a baby sister. She couldn’t understand why we would say no. She knew how much we wanted a baby. She saw her friends and their new siblings. I didn’t expect her to understand or comprehend our answer; I know that I did not understand it. It seemed unfair and heart shattering.


Eventually, a few weeks after Christmas, she stopped asking. She gave up. Much like us, she tried to move on, but occasionally would bring it up, hoping something had changed. Every time she asked, making sure to use her manners, promising to be good if we just would PLEASE make her a baby sister, it broke my heart. It would shatter into even smaller pieces, pieces that I was not sure time would ever heal.


When we found out in March that a new baby was on the way and then a couple months later that she was a girl, that was when I rediscovered my belief in miracles. My faith in everything was slowly restored and those million tiny pieces of my heart started to find each other again and heal.


No, this year was not the best Christmas ever because of the gifts or the money spent. It is not because we shopped and bought our way into a memorable morning. It was because of these two girls. Their smiles, their love, their just being here. This was the best Christmas ever because in twelve short months I went from asking why and losing my faith to saying thank you and having it restored.


As I am taking my last bite of breakfast the baby stops nursing and looks up at me. She gives me the biggest toothless grin and kicks her feet. She has no idea what gifts she has received; she slept through most of that chaos. No, she has no idea I had stayed up until 1AM wrapping gifts for her and her sister. All she knows is that she is loved. And loved she most definitely is.

“May I come up here and play next to you?” Our four year old is holding a small wooden sand box in her hands. We tell her she could, of course, come sit with us at the table and quickly shuffle plates out of the way.


“Thanks. I just wanted to be with my family because I love you so much,” she says as she goes to work molding her new sand.


I blink back tears and lock eyes with my husband and we both smile. Yes, it is the best Christmas ever.


Best Christmas Ever

December Funny Friday

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Today’s post is December’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture. Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up with. I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend.

Here’s today’s picture. It was submitted by Stacy Sews and Schools (http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com).

10 - Stacy Sews and Schools1. Growth spurts always happen when you are wearing your favorite jammies.

2. “This is NOT what I asked for for Christmas.”

3. He took the phrase “cut it out” a little to literally.

4. What happens when you get hand me downs from The Incredible Hulk.

5. I was going to make a joke about the Green Bay Packers but the jokes on me, I don’t even know what sport they play……..


Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile:


Cluttered Genius (http://www.clutteredgenius.com)

Stacy Sews and Schools (http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com)

The Bergham’s Life Chronicles (http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/)

Follow me home  (http://followmehome.shellybean.com)

Baking In A Tornado (http://www.BakingInATornado.com)

Someone Else’s Genius (http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com)

Confessions of a part-time working mom (http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/)

The Momisodes (http://themomisodes.com)

Sanity Waiting to Happen (http://www.angelaweight.com)

Spatulas on Parade  (http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/)


A Delightfully Weird Fly

A Delightfully Weird Fly

The days have been getting impossibly short and the air is super cold. I was running out of ideas of things to do with my girls during these winter days. Then, one day a couple weeks ago I thought of something. I would bring them to the mall. I could walk, get coffee and be amongst other grown humans, they could get a change of scenery.

We successfully arrived at the mall and managed to browse numerous stores before the call of the food court became too much for my four year old. We made our way to the elevator. I swiftly loaded the stroller, our bags and my two children on and held my breath.

I hate elevators.

We arrived safely, two floors down and my daughter gobbled up her coveted meal. I packed us back up eyeing the escalator, cursing the stroller that was making my life easier and causing me to face my glass-box-of-death elevator fears. I took a deep breath and joined the small crowd waiting for the doors of doom to open.

They opened and shoppers spilled out. Not so patiently waiting folks quickly filled it up. I decided that I needed to wait for the next round. The doors closed and we waited. And waited. And waited. Mu daughter made and played with a new friend. I went though every scenario I could think of that would cause the lone elevator to malfunction.

Eventually the doors opened. They opened because one of the passengers PRYED THEM OPEN. The elevator had stopped working, tapping the small gaggle of people it held, inside. Needless to say, I managed to get our giant stroller, two kids, bag, and myself happily up the escalator.

Next time, no stroller. I will bring an escalator friendly pack mule.



My four year old and I have some interesting conversations while driving in the car. I am rarely surprised with the things she comes up with and asks me.

Until the other day.

“Momma? I have to talk to you about something very important. There are five things in my butt that don’t belong there.”

I looked at my husband, unsure of how to proceed. I asked her to repeat herself and this time I turned to look at her while she spoke. Turned around to see that she was reading an activity BOOK and was trying to find the things that did not belong,

“Oh! Your BOOK!!!” I said.

“Yeah! That’s what I said.”

And so goes another mundane conversation turned hilarious by her inability to pronounce the letter ‘k’.



Text conversation with my husband:


Me: We just got home. Elsa and Bella [our dog] are playing.

Husband: Oh good! Glad you are home.

Me: Oh gawd! She licked my head!

Husband: Which one?!

Me: Good question!


Life with dogs and kids. (For the record, it was the dog. This time.)



I headed into the kitchen to make lunch. Elsa, our four year old, was happily watching a show while curled up in our overstuffed armchair. (Fully clothed. This detail is important.)

I quickly made a couple sandwiches and sliced up an apple. I walked back into the living room to ask Elsa if she wanted crackers with her lunch. What I saw was a completely naked 4 year old, dancing on the chair.

“Do you want crackers with your lunch?” I asked her.

“Sure!” She answered, neither one of us ever once acting like what she was doing was strange.

I went back to the kitchen and finished lunch, but not before texting my husband to tell him what I had witnessed.

Him: Sounds about right.

Me: She is delightfully weird.



Another true conversation from the backseat of our car:


“Momma! Are you eating my chocolate fish?!?!?!” -Elsa

“No, my love, you are holding it in your hand.” -Me

“Oh yeah! Thanks!” –Elsa

“She really is delightfully weird.” -Husband



“Momma! Tomorrow is your birthday and you will be 24!”

She is only off by a year. And a decade.

“Can I give you a pedicure and rub your back for your birthday? ANNNDDDD make you a cake?”

Have I mentioned how much I adore her?



To all who celebrate, I wish you a very merry, joy filled Christmas.




Fly on the Wall

This post was part of the Fly On The Wall writing challenge. A group of bloggers all write and post on the same day, sharing snippets of their lives for you to read, as though you were a fly on our wall. Please do check out the other writers. They are an amazing group of bloggers.

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                          Baking In A Tornado

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/                                Just A Little Nutty

http://themomisodes.com                                          The Momisodes

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                          Spatulas on Parade

http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com                                   The Sadder But Wiser Girl

http://followmehome.shellybean.com                          Follow me home

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/                 Stacy Sews and Schools

http://www.menopausalmom.com/                          Menopausal Mother

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                            Battered Hope

http://dinoheromommy.com/                                 Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://www.risanye.com                                     Risa Nye

http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com               The Bergham’s Life Chronicles

http://www.clutteredgenius.com                          Cluttered Genius


A Delightfully Weird Fly

I’m Dreaming Of A White….. Birthday?


“Your birthday is soon, right momma?” She may be more excited than I am. I have always loved my birthday. I don’t really think about getting older, I am usually far to focused on celebrating the season to worry about something I have no control over.

Having a nearly Christmas birthday has it’s highs and lows. Luckily, I love Christmas and all that comes with it so much that I couldn’t think of a better time to have been born. Sure, a lot of people forget in the hustle and bustle that is holiday prep. Yes, I get a lot of Christmas themed gift sets and baubles wrapped in Santa print paper.

It is fine. Really.

Long ago I embraced all things Christmas. From carols to ugly sweaters, I am in love with it all. I wouldn’t feel like my birthday without a tree in the living room and peppermint everything for dessert. I even get our Elf On The Shelf involved and she usually is found with a rolling pin, trying to bake me a cake.

Christmas and my birthday have almost become one in my mind.

However, I do dream of someday taking my family to Hawaii to celebrate. I would love to spend the day frolicking on the beach and hiking through ginger flowers. After, we would all sit around a fire pit, sharing our favorite parts of the day. Spending my entire birthday outside in the warm air sounds amazing.

I would love to fall asleep under the stars instead of a ceiling. I would love to wake up to the sound of crashing waves and singing birds. I can feel the sand in my toes now….

Of course, a peppermint mocha probably wouldn’t taste as good on a tropical island. And my favorite sweater would be far too warm. Snowmen can’t be built out of sand and sledding on green grass just wouldn’t be the same.

Maybe someday I will celebrate somewhere warm, but for now, I am going to curl up with my warm mug of coffee. I will enjoy our stove and watch my favorite Christmas movie for the thousandth time this year. I’ll glance out the window and watch the snow fall silently and smile.

It’s beginning to look a lot like my birthday.



This post was part of the group writing challenge, Use Your Words. Each participating blogger was assigned 4-6 words, submitted buy a fellow participant. Each post is written in the bloggers own style and must contain each word at least once. The fun twist is that no one knows who got their words, until now!

My words were:

shelf ~ rolling pin ~ ceiling ~ fire pit ~ ginger ~ ugly sweater T

They were submitted by: http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/


Please check out all the other amazing writers and see what words they had to use!

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                             Baking In A Tornado

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                         Spatulas on Parade

http://followmehome.shellybean.com                           Follow me home

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                                 Battered Hope

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/                     Stacy Sews and Schools

http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/                       The Bergham’s Life Chronicles

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com                       Evil Joy Speaks

http://eileensperpetuallybusy.wordpress.com/               Eileen’s Perpetually Busy

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/                         Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/                                 Sparkly Poetic Weirdo