For the last few weeks, writing on the internet has, for some freaky, unexplicable reason, made the song "Mexican Radio" by Wall of Voodoo stick in my head. "I'm on a Mexican, whao oh, radio." UGH. It will not go away. So I am FORCED to take a one week vacation from blogging in order to attempt to purge the evil song from the brain cells seemingly up to no constructive endeavors. Out, out damned song!
Until then, here is some candy.Beautifully written post on the past by la vie en rose.
Little Monkies seeks your support in changing the world - at least for postpardum moms.
Joy Unexpected talks about summer vacation with the kids at home.
Sugared Harpy warns you about using the wrong words.
Dutch of Sweet Juniper talking about loving his daughter.
Melanie in Orygun talks about Dad, training wheels and growing up.
Special thanks to Subtle Glow for finding these public bathroom decor tips.
Prolly All the Time goes to the Doctor.
The truth about motherhood revealed.
This movie had one of the funniest kid scenes in it that I have EVER seen. Besides, who can not fall on the floor when the male hero, and father of two boys, says to those boys --something along the lines of, "So you're still giving me the silent treatment? Well, that's okay. It's like a Zen Retreat for me."
For those of you that have already seen it, I say, "))<>(( forever!"
Fun for the blog friends. and this. and this... and she has so much more - and seemingly more coming. Thanks Banana!