Remember Last December?

I originally wrote this post Dec. 7, 2009.  It holds a special place in my heart because it is the first post in which I actually embedded a video (before that there was just a link to click on. Ha!  Rookie Jules!)
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These Ads Are So Cute!  These Ads Are So Cute!
It is a rare occasion on which I find myself wanting my kids to be child actors, but this commercial brings all those wants rushing to the surface.


These kids are darling! And talented! And they're in commercials, not say... Poltergeist: Return of the Polters. So how much damage can be done? (Please do not reference my Dec. 2 post- I will not allow my own bloggy words to be used in a (valid- I admit it! Valid!) case against me). Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your take here), I don't have the energy to parade my kids around the show biz (unless we're talking Chuck E. Cheese- fka Show Biz) so they'll have to settle for Jules' School of Awesome Commercial Dances, in which I will train them in Gap Ads 101 and force them to perform at all family functions (and for my own spontaneous amusement). Of course, first Adrienne will need to learn to walk (she can't even sit up yet- I've got her in sitting up boot camp (thank you Bumbo!) but those are issues for another blog- maybe a Hover-Mom blog). I could have her be the girl laying on the floor during the "these boots are so cute" portion. Yes! Problem solved.

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Parentheses count: 7 (but I've earned it! having finally learned how to embed the YouTube videos!!!!)
Oops: make that 8

WWW Wednesday

I seriously had to stop and really wonder if it was already Wednesday!  The Magic 8 Ball said "Yes" so here we go!

Whine:  I don't WANNA take down my Christmas decorations!  In the words of my 18 month old, "No, no, no!"  On the other hand, I don't want to be all Running With Scissors and leave my tree up year-round.  But my nativity scene?  The Christmas cards I love to display?  I wish these things could stay up (without visitors judging me and talking about me behind my back) 12 months a year!

Wish:  I wish the Godiva chocolate I got in my stocking wasn't already gone.  Boo.  But I also wish for you the very happiest New Year's you've ever had!  I wish none of you get hungover from champagne (or lemon drops if that's more your style), I wish you all have somebody fabulous to make out with kiss respectfully at midnight, I wish everybody at the party you're attending has a DD (and it's not you!), and I wish 2011 to be full of loud laughter, friends galore, personal achievement, and whatever else you could possibly want.  And of course bajillions of fabulous new commercials! (and some sucky ones just to shake things up!)

Woo-hoo!  I'm headed up north tomorrow to bring in the New Year at one of my favorite places in the world!  You should definitely continue stopping by Ad Bits in my absence... I'll line up a couple old posts (from before I had readers, so they'll be new to you!) for your reading pleasure.
Double Woo-hoo!  I'm on The Twitter!  I know!  So fancy (and archaic) of me!  I'm @AdBitsJules or you can click the darling little button on the sidebar to follow me.  And please do.  Because right now I look Pathetic with a capital P.  (Although I do adore my 2 current Followers!  Thank you Loves!)

This is a very old commercial (even older than Twitter!) but I love it because I know this guy!  Well, not THIS guy exactly, but you know- a guy with unfortunate similarities.

Silly Juice

Are you having a blast playing with your kids' toys or what?!  I came pretty close to begging yesterday when M wanted to do something besides play Candyland with me.  And I found myself asking A if I could just try her Aquadoodle... just to see how it works (one straight-up masterpiece later, she got her toy back).  The girls also received Singamyjigs?  Have you heard of these?  I had not, but I'm here to tell you- They. Are. Hilarious!  So funny, I have to spread the joy.  Buckle up for a rare Ad Bits video:

They crack me up every single time with their perfectly shaped mouths and little teeth and tongues (that I don't think you can see, but trust me- they just add to the silly fun).

What new toys are you guys sneaking away from your kids?  I'm already looking for birthday and Christmas ideas for myself the girls so clue me in!

Speaking of funny, how much do we love the Tropicana 50 commercials with Jane Krakowski?  I actually don't care for the juice, but I'm planning to continue buying it because their ad campaign is spot on.  The one in which she yells at her gardener is my fave, but apparently not on YouTube yet.  I'll hook you up with it just as soon as it's available (remind me if I forget!).  In the meantime, here's a slice of the orange:

The Monday After

Merry Post-Christmas!  Are you guys all still high on tinsel and led lights like I am?  Part of that buzz may be exhaustion, but I'll take it.  I hope you all had the merriest Christmas of your lives and have minimal returns to deal with this week!

We buzzed around the state celebrating Christmas with various family members, each celebration as merry and bright as the one before it.  Today we are winding the heck DOWN!  My house is in shambles (you could said it's a ChristMESS), my kids need to eat something with nutritional value, and I need to regroup and reflect on the awesomeness that was our holiday weekend; and of course start thinking about taking decorations down.  Boo!  I mean Christmas is only 363 shopping days away... maybe I should just leave it all up?

M and A received some lovely gifts, but the thing Molly can't stop talking about?  The chocolate coins Santa left in her stocking.  Seriously?  I could have saved so much money.  Next year she's getting a truckload of chocolate coins and we're calling it a day!  Of course I'm sure the girls' favorite gifts are actually the leg warmers I knitted them (see below) and the prayers I wrote and framed for them.  A kid's Christmas dream come true, right?  Ha!

Even though the holiday season is winding down, the best commercials are right around the bend!  New Year's always brings a host of good alcoholic ads (my dad was kind enough to bring this commercial to my attention.  Thanks Dad!) and after that is.... Superbowl!  Weeee!  Get your commercial watching faces on readers!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas wonderful bloggy friends!  I will be back next week- I can't wait to hear about everybody's holiday! 

This commercial makes me laugh, cry, and want another baby:

WWW Wednesday

Whine:  This is neither a timely whine, nor a very sincere one, but being filled with the holiday spirit it's the best I can do.  Remember my ugly sweater party last weekend?  I didn't win the prize for ugliest sweater.  And you know how much I like to win.  Here's what went wrong.  I scoured Goodwill for an ugly sweater and was devastated to find cute things there!  Noooo!  I finally found a pretty darn ugly sweater, paid my three (!  I thought it would be like 50 cents!) dollars and left.  Minutes before leaving for the party I put it on.  30 seconds into it's wearage, my eyes have nearly swollen shut and I'm clawing at my itchy throat while consecutive sneeze #34 is exploding out of my head.  It occurs to me that whomever had this sweater before me didn't just have a cat, but in all likelihood, was a cat.  Long story short, I borrowed one of my mom's sweaters she bought from Gantos in the 80s.  It was ugly, but I should've been uglier.  2011 is now dedicated to finding (or making?!) the perfect ugly sweater.

Semi-ugly sweaters

Wish: I wish Adrienne would stop sucking toothpaste out of the tube!  It's gross and can't be great for her.  It doesn't matter where I hide it or how tight I screw the cap on, I'll catch her wandering around our houseful of safe, fluoride-free toys, sucking the bejesus out of a tube of toothpaste.  On the flip side, her breath smells like a Christmas tree- festive!

Woo-hoo!  I LOVE that our days are already getting longer!  Every single year I'm pleasantly surprised at how quickly our shortest day comes around.  I know it'll still be months before we get noticeably more rays, but I know our darkest days are behind us, so to speak.  Also, last year M could not ice skate.  She could not even stand up on the ice.  This year?  She was buzzing around our pond like a little pro yesterday!  Of course when I say "buzzing" I mean she could putter a few feet before falling.  It made my day and that of my whole hockey playing family.  Kick ice!

Love this commercial.  I will wear my sunglasses when it's dusk or very cloudy out, but I (reluctantly) draw the line at wearing them indoors.  However, I think with my 80s sweater on Saturday, I could have totally pulled the "indoor shades" look off.  (I'm sorry about the cruddy quality, but in the 80s this would have been HD caliber!)

My Bloggy Speed Dial

Last night I made chili for dinner.  Halfway into things I realized I only had half the chili powder the recipe called for.  If it were onion or garlic I would just skip it, but chili powder seemed like an important ingredient since it has the name of the dish in the title.  I panicked. 

I was wishing I had a direct line to Nikki Woo- the Home Guru, one of my favorite bloggers and Queen of cuisine.  She would know what to do.  Can I substitute onion soup mix? Taco seasoning?  Another powder?  Baking powder? (Don't worry Nikki, I nixed that idea in a hurry).

I have amazing friends with talents and gifts a-plenty (who are probably reading this thinking, "you could've called me and I could walk to your house with a bucket full of chili powder you doorknob!"), but still.  I find myself thinking of my favorite blog authors and wishing for their input more and more often.

For instance, when I screw up my knitting and cussing, throw it across the room, it would be so much more zen of me to call Margi, The Maverick Crafter so she could clue me into the obscure world of felting. (Incidentally, I do know Margi in "real life" and adore her.  She was the network administrator at my pre-kids job, so I feel like she's paid her dues in the "Incompetent Jules" department).

Or, just before I'm about to waste $1.99 on a used book from Amazon?  What if I could just shoot a quick text to Diane at Bibliophile By the Sea to see if she's checked it out and is it worth the two Washingtons?

When I'm feeling sorry for myself or wanting to punch something, Leanne at From Chaos Comes Happiness would be on my speed dial.  I don't doubt for a second she could talk me down from sticking bologna on the jerkwad's car who parked three inches from me at Meijer. (Is that just an urban legend by the way?  Does bologna really take paint off?  Ya know what?  It's probably better I don't know).

When I have burning dairy farm questions (Is cow tipping for real?  Should I lather my cracked hands in udder cream from Wal-Mart?  How far past the expiration date can I drink my milk?)  Well... luckily Carla at Truth or Dairy IS on my real life speed dial!  I wish more bloggers were!

Important: Bloggers I noted, please do not be freaked out.  I, in no way, expect you to send me your phone number.  I'm just sayin' your blogs are a wealth of information for me and I will DIE should you ever quit them.  No pressure.  Mucho bloggy love.

Love this commercial.  This cat is wishing her real life friends would come claw this chick's eyes out. (I know what you're thinking, but it's different when it's my dog!)

Naughty Or Vice

Happy Monday!  It's Christmas week!  Remember how I dreaded sending Molly to school?  Now that she has a couple weeks off and will be around a total of ten more hours, I'm realizing how very much I love those school hours!  They wear her out, they delight her more than I ever could, we need those school hours!  I can see I should start prepping now for the long summer ahead of us.

Over the weekend I was visiting the 'rents (I read that abbreviation in a teen 'zine- so hip!), which was fabulous because there were so many hands to help with things!  My kids were happy 100% of the time because they didn't have to count on me to be a pony (Molly) or change a diaper (Adrienne- my mom warms the wipes before making wipe to bottom contact; I don't have time for such niceties what with my busy schedule of eating hay and galloping through open fields).

It was fantastic.  But.  Here's the thing- when I was younger I was forbade soda pop of all varieties.  Every now and then once I reached the age of 7, I was allowed Sprite or 7Up as they are clear and decaf.  Surely this was a good move on my mom's part.  I don't allow my girls any pop either.  But I grew up to be a Diet Coke addict as you may have seen on my Bits About Me page, or yes, maybe from my Ode to Diet Coke.  My dad grew up to be a Diet Pepsi drinker, which I'm happy to drink in a pinch.  Even though I'm a 31 year old woman I hide my pop drinking from my mom.  It sucks the fun right out of my fizzy pop.

I do the cough and open so she doesn't hear that glorious pop and hiss (but then I can't hear it either and it's one of my favorite parts!)  I have to slam it down, crouched in the basement while the washer is going lest she hear my frantic gulps.  Pathetic and a little painful- that stuffs can burn the ole esophagus!  Not to mention I have to drink something else with my meals, which a) saddens me, because food just doesn't taste as good without my DC and b) all this liquid is making me have to go like, well... a pony.

Of course, it's worth it to get my bubbly, caffeinated beverage.  Totally worth it. 

This commercial is in honor of my mom, who pointed it out to me and loves it as much as I do.

Faturday

Do you know what today is?  Do you KNOW what today is?!?!  That's right.  It is the 18th.  Satur-flippin'-day the 18th.

You probably think I'm panicking about Christmas.  And I am.  But I also have a deeper, more panicky panic (that is clearly tampering with my vocabulary) stewing.  A bridesmaid dress awaiting my bloated-with -800 pounds-of-Christmas-cookies body.  That I have to squeeze into in four weeks. 674 hours.

Nobody will even be looking at me, I know... the bride will be breathtaking and stealing the show as it should be.  It's just that as you know from Wednesday's post, I'm already a zitty mess.  And here's the kicker.  I'm the oldest bridesmaid!  By like five years.  So it doesn't seem fair that I would have to play the role of oldest and plumpest (and zittiest).  Hence the panic.

The thing is I don't care enough to actually stop eating the chocolate covered pretzels, the fudge, the sugar cookies, or the peanut brittle.  So sign me up for Fattest and Oldest.  And pass the figgy pudding.

Ok, George Costanza.  But did you have to stand up in a wedding?  Didn't think so.

Living In The Present

The girlies and I are visiting my parents' house right now- Jim is meeting us here tomorrow.  We're in town for an ugly sweater party tomorrow (fun!) and a dress fitting I have today (the opposite of fun).  This fitting (for a bridesmaid dress) was supposed to happen the day after Thanksgiving and then I came to my senses and cancelled it.  Unfortunately I haven't stopped eating since Thanksgiving soooo..... what can I say?  The holidays are hellidays on the old waistline!

So my goals today include: lose 10 lbs and find an ugly sweater.  No sweat, right?  Hohoho.

Yesterday I had my first (of many, no doubt) awkward moment of the holiday season.  My mother-in-law came over for lunch and to celebrate her birthday.  I reached into my pile of wrapped presents, handed her one and watched excitedly as she unwrapped.... an ice cream maker???!?!  That's not what I bought her!  She didn't want it, I could tell, but I didn't know what to do!  She feigned enthusiasm and we had cake.

But I couldn't let it go.  So after a while (too long!  I should have just said something right away!) I awkwardly asked if she was very attached to her ice cream maker.  Blank stare.  That's what I thought.  So I admitted my airheaded mistake and presented her real present.  It was a much bigger hit and she admitted it would be used a lot more than the ice cream maker (which can now go to it's intended recipient).  Embarrassing!  But I'm so happy I said something.  And what is the holiday season without a faux pas or two? 

Speaking of faux pas, how much do we love this AT&T commercial right now? 

WWW Wednesday

Whine:  Am I fourteen freaking years old again!?  My face seems to think so!  Just in time for holiday pictures my skin is breaking out!  Never mind that I'm in my 30s now!  Pore pore me.  Is zit just me or does anybody else have this problem?  Pimplease say I'm not the only one.  I can hardly face myself in the mirror. It's making me skinsane.

Wish: I wish my fabulous readers would check out this new blog!  My dear, dear friend just started a blog about the dairy farm she and her husband bought after years of working in corporate America.  Yes, this is the very dairy farm where I had this experience and this one too!  She is a lovely writer with lots of interesting things to say.   And do you love the name of this blog or what?!  Truth or Dairy.  Cute!  Check it out!

Woo-hoo!  It's my 300th post! That means I've blogged once every 1.68 days since July 27, 2009.  This milestone sort of snuck up on me, so i didn't have time to plan anything special.  I guess we'll have to make do with an impromptu poem:

Ad Bits Hits 300

Woo hoo!  It's my 300th post!

Here's some e-champagne- let's toast!

To commercials: the funny and rotten

And my rockstar readers!

May you never be forgotten!

You stick by me through every dumb pun

When I know there are days you want to run

Away from jokes that are cheesy at best

I put your sense of humor to the test!

Every Wednesday I wish and whine

You put up with my every semi-rhyme.

You are the coolest readers in the sphere

Putting up with my poor punctuation makes that clear!

I love to bring you commercials and chuckles galore-

here's to a silly and fun 300 more!

If you've been reading Ad Bits for a while, there's no doubt you're wildly sick of this totally inappropriate (read: get your kids out of the room) commercial, but it's still my fave, so it's getting another go 'round!

Snow Way I'm Going Out In This!

I like my house.  It's my favorite house Jim and I have ever lived in.  I know how very blessed I am to have a cozy little home when some people do not.  But ya know what?  This still does not mean I want to be in my beloved house all day long.  Which is what the sadistic radio announcers and anchorpeople want us to do because the roads are "treacherous".  So, we've been snowed in.

Yesterday, mercifully, my girlfriend who lives a hop, skip, and a snowbank away invited us over.  I bundled up the girlies, made sure their car seat belts were snug, and double checked that I was wearing pretty underwear juuuuust in case a (handsome?) doctor had to cut them off my unconscious body.  As you know, I don't drive faster than 25 mph in the winter so of course we made it there safe and sound- underwear fully in tact.  Once the girls had thoroughly trashed her house it was back home.  For the rest of the day. 

This is what I'm getting at, my bloggy friends: what do you do with your kiddos when you're trapped in your house?  How do you keep a shred of sanity?  This is surely just the first of many icy days in Michigan this winter so I need your help! 

In return, I give you this funny commercial complete with Christmasy soundtrack:

And The Winner Is...

My apologies!  I'm sure you've been on pins and needles all weekend to find out who won the Friday night beer tasting contest.  Well.  I"m thrilled to announce.... WE DID!!!  In a shocking twist (to me- I didn't think we'd actually win!)  Team J took the gold with the crowd pleasing Bee Sting from Waldorff Brewery in little Hastings, Michigan!  Here we are- the big weiners.  Er... winners:

That's us with the winning brew and the Pinot Grigio trophy.  It may look like I'm more excited than Jim, but trust me when I say he celebrated as though he were King of Beers.

Speaking of celebrating, I am in looooove with this video right now.  Promise me you'll watch until the end ok?  And I promise to have an actual commercial for you again tomorrow.  But I'm still riding my championship high and thinking rules no longer apply to me.  So commercials be damned!  Today we're just watching a random, hilarious video! 

Beer Bash Friday

First Christmas party of the season tonight!  Hip hip hooray!  The girlies are staying at their Grandpa's (he has chickens, which seems to be the equivalent of Disneyland in Molly's eyes- she adores them).  The party is also a highly competitive beer tasting battle.  Each person brings a (disguised) six pack and each beer is ranked by each person.  The person who brings the highest ranking beer wins.  I want that to be me.

Just because it's the season of giving and there's all that holiday cheer and whatnot floating around does not negate my animalistic desire to crush my tipsy competition.  The problem is I prefer my drunkeness relaxation to come in the way of wine; I don't know the first thing about beer.  Bad little Irish girl, I know.  But I did some research and settled on a beer called Bistro Blonde from a semi-local brewery.  Let me just say here if there was a Bistro Redhead there wouldn't even BE a competition yo.

So wish me luck.  Whether I win or lose you'll probably be hearing about it for the entire next year.  But first, let's enjoy some Friday beer puns:  I just can't beer to lose. A beer in the hand is worth two in the Busch.  I don't know what I get if I win- I hope it's a Blue Ribbon.  I'm going to nip my sobriety in the Bud.  Sometimes when I have too many drinks trouble starts brewing.  A bajillion Ad Bits dollars to whomever comes up with a good keg pun.  I'm tapped out.

WWW Wednesday

Whine:  I hate to be a Michigander who whines about the cold.  So I won't.  But if I were that kind of girl I would totally whine about how very very blessed cold it is today.  Instead, I am going to whine about Chex Mix.  The ratio of dark crunchy circle things to the other ingredients is WAY off.  Chex Mix has become increasing stingy with the dark crunchy circle things and I've about had it.  If I can insert a quick woo-hoo here though I will: it's about that time when my aunt makes her homemade snack mix which is unlike any other mixed snack I've ever had.  So I won't have to put up with prepackaged Chex Mix and their absurd lack of dark crunchy circle things.

Wish:  I wish the full container of baby powder Molly dumped (strategically?) in every single room of the house would please vacuum itself up.  Every time I think I've got it all cleaned, I'll pull back the covers on her bed (for instance) and find another mound of powder.  Since it's just baby powder and not crack*, I'm not that mad- it's really just an inconvenience.

Woo-hoo!  Mols hosted a little Christmas party this morning with some girlies from school!  They are terribly terribly cute and had funny conversations including one about what store we bought our house from (no, not Menards) and which Care Bear is the best (I didn't know Care Bears were still hip actually.  Even more surprising, Bedtime Bear was a wild card favorite).

I was so excited the first time I saw this commercial.  I was less excited when I learned it wasn't a commercial for diapers, sunscreen, or a chest hair comb, but whatevs.  It's still funny.  Also, my new catch phrase when I do anything kinda, sorta, maybe cool (like flip the remote into the air and catch it.... left handed) is: "Some people are just born awesome".  Dig it.



*I just had to Google "is crack the same thing as cocaine?" to make sure crack is a powder.  Wikipedia assures me they are one and the same.

Bringing Home the Bacon... er... Tree

 I was sort of down in the dumps this past weekend.  Two things were able to cheer me up.  First, we got our Christmas tree!  Here we are with it:

The other thing that kept the weekend from being a total bust?  This commercial.  (Pathetic, I know.  But really- I was grasping, and Logitech tossed me this Bacon flavored straw):

Hilarious, right?!  My absolute favorite part is his finger crossing at the end.  To tell the truth, I wasn't even 100% sure this was Kev so I had to do some Googling.  It is!  It's him!  Turning an otherwise decent commercial into a cesspool of hilarity. In my Google research I also found this link: http://www.thekevinbacongame.com/ in which you can play the six degrees of separation game with any two actors.  What a fun activity to kill the time between wrapping presents, decorating the house, baking gingerbread men, caroling, shoveling, and addressing Christmas cards!

Also, as a Tuesday treat, it is my honor to provide you with a bit more classic Bacon:

Time To Potty!

Readers, I think today is the day.  Or maybe it's tomorrow. 

I'm pretty sure it's sometime this week at least.

The little potty is coming out of retirement.  Think how it will complete my holiday decor.  It seems like only two years ago (because it was only two years ago) the little potty sat boldly under the Christmas tree- a challenge gift from Santa to Molly.  Now, I think the time has come for Adi to become acquainted with Madame Potte.  The time for me to start putting her dolls on it and squeezing wet paper towels behind them while cheering and praising loudly.  The time to stock up on fruit snacks and licorice, but not M&Ms, which actually do melt in the tiny hands of a proud potty-user.  The time to double check my portion of carpet cleaner, paper towels, and patience.

Are you potty training your kids now?  Do you remember going through this at one time?  Googling "how to potty train" and later, "potty training- what in God's name am I doing wrong?"

Of course I'm starting a bit early- A is 18 months tomorrow.  But she actually used the potty once last month (a friend put her on and she just... went!)  Plus I think she needs a challenge right now.  In addition to you know- learning to talk.  And with the holidays upon us, things are already chaotic and a bit stressful.  Why not throw another log on the fire?

So wish me luck readers.  My little star is destined to tinkle.

Throw Me A Bone Here!

I'm all done shopping for the girls!  I finished up yesterday, so from here on out they're shucks outta luck if they see something they have to have.  So now the real work begins.  The girls are easy.  Know who's not easy?  Three of Jim's cousins we see once a year (maybe) and whose names we drew for this year's Christmas exchange.  I don't suppose I have any male readers between the ages of 17 and 23?

*crickets*

Okaaaaay... anyone else buying for this tremendously difficult demographic?  Clue me in!  Do they enjoy sea monkeys?  Friendship bracelet making?  Pogo stick bouncing?  Clearly I need help!

My dog also needs help.  As in help her escape from her December outfit we love so much.  But look how cute (and absolutely disgusted) she is!

Speaking of dogs- here's another fabulous Target commercial.  I have this problem at my house, but it's not the dog splashing around in her dish- it's dear little Adrienne.  I think she's trying to tell me she belongs in the water and is going to be an Olympic swimmer.  I simply can't think of another explanation.  What's that?  Just a one year old being a one year old?  Psh.  No, I'm sticking with the Olympic swimmer theory.

WWW Wednesday

We're going crazy here at Ad Bits today and doing our dubs in reverse order!  Can you handle it?  I'm just too excited to keep my woo-hoos until the end!

Woo-hoo!  I won something!  I never win anything.  Except once at a company picnic I won a game of Bingo.  Oh, and I also won a drawing 3 years ago and got a Tim Hortons gift basket (it was lovely but I don't drink coffee so....)  But today!  Hayley from Hanging Off The Wire informed me I won the Big Birthday Box celebrating her Bloggy Birthday!  Weeeee!  I love surprises so I'm super pumped for its arrival.  Truly, it could be Dollar Store nail clippers and I'd be equally pumped.  Additionally we had our first real snowfall today and it is lovely.  And if that's not enough woo-hoo, I also noticed a mistake on a receipt last night and consequently I'm $4.24 richer today.  Woo-hoo!

Wish:  I fervently wish we could have the snow without the icy roads.  Can I get an "Amen" Northerners?  They weren't icy today, but I drove like they were.  I apologize if you were stuck behind me.  But when you've flown off the road as many times as I have, you get a little 90 year oldish in your driving.  The only upside to the bad roads is the excuse to sing Ice Ice Baby all day.  But then, do you really need an excuse for that?

Whine:  This whine is on behalf of my little Adrienne, who woke up screaming because she slept on her neck wrong.  She walked around all day looking like well... like I usually do- with a phone smooshed between ear and shoulder.  Of course she didn't have the fun of the phone and was in pain so that was crummy.  After about 15 minutes of being awake she face planted and got a bloody nose putting her Mama into a tizzy, racing (25 mph) to church to ask the more experienced Mommies if her nose was broke.  It wasn't.  Still worth a whine though, don't you think?

Do you have dubs today friends?  Let's have 'em!

I am in love with these NFL on Fox commercials- there will be more to come.  Apparently when you're a Superbowl champ every day is a giant woo-hoo!