Unfit Mother tagged me! It’s been a while since I have been tagged and this one should be interesting: 7 Weird & Interesting Things About Me.  Now, you all know just how much I despise talking about myself, but since I am nice, I guess I’ll do it. (See, right there is one weird and interesting thing about me you probably didn’t know - I can be nice!)

RULES:
•Link to your tagger and post rules.
•Share 7 facts about yourself, some random and some weird.
•Tag 7 people at the end of post and list their names.
•Let them know they were tagged by a comment on their blog.

Let’s see, let’s see… what haven’t I told you all already?  (I think I will take Rule #2 literally and make it completely random.)

1.  Yesterday, I attended the company’s quarterly meeting.  During the meeting, this guy sitting in the front would stand up and add his two cents to the presentations going on. I asked my co-worker who he was, because he didn’t look familiar to me at all. Turns out he was our boss. As in my boss’s boss, the one who has been signing off on all my reviews, projects, etc.  I know I will never live this one down, but I never claimed to be good at faces.

2.  I went to my first concert when I was 12. We snuck in to the stadium by climbing over two fences, scaling a brick wall and sneaking by the guards. The band was Genesis.

3.  Speaking of concerts, I had a dream last night that I met Radical Mama at a concert. The thing is, now I honestly feel like I know her better. I’m weird that way.  Like when I dream my husband says something mean to me, I am pissed at him when I wake up and can’t shake that feeling for hours, much to his dismay and confusion.

4.  I obsess over fine point pens.  I can’t stand writing with medium point, my handwriting is so sloppy and all over the place. But with fine point pens, it’s neat and precise.  I’ve sent many a birthday cards out late because I refused to write on them until I found a fine point pen.

5.  I had a theory back in the late 80’s that Michael Jackson secretly was trying to be the human Mickey Mouse. Really, just think about it for a minute… the high pitched voice, the big white glove(s), the suspenders, the high pants, the amusement park.  I still think he reveres Mickey Mouse as a role model.

6.  When I was living in London, I was causally dating these three guys. A French chef my friend worked with, an English bloak I met and an Italian guy who worked in the restaurant where I was waitressing. On this one fine day, as the Italian and I were getting ready to eat lunch after our shift, the other two just randomly showed up. Surprise! Not knowing what else to do, I invited them to lunch with us.  So we all sat down and had lunch. Together. At the same table. It was the one time in my life I was grateful there was such a thing as a language barrier.

7.  I have a charm collection.  Throughout my childhood, my best friend and I collected miniature trinkets and kept them in a special box. Most are from those machines that dispense tiny toys for a dime or a quarter.  Others are from different candies that came with mini gizmos, etc.  I still have it and can’t wait to pass it on to Piper.  From time to time, I take it out and go through my stash, amazed at all those little treasures.

Ok, so tagging is not really my thing ya’ll, so I need seven volunteers.  Anyone? Bueller?

(P.S. This was hard, I guess I’m not so weird after all! But I definitely nailed that random part.)

She’s got it.

I am talking about Jenny over at The Bloggess, of course.  I am sure you have all cracked up over her many witty posts. And by now you all know I drool over this woman, as I have made my affections for her known in the past (shut up, it’s not stalking until there’s a restraining order I tell ya). Way before The Bloggess, I was rolling on the floor laughing over at Mama Drama. But I have to admit, The Bloggess, with all its delicious cursing and swearing, hikes up the pee-your-pants factor to a new level. Even if you don’t read her blog(s), then I am sure you have peed yourselves over her comments here.

(And tell me again why you don’t read her blogs??? Don’t make me hurt ya now!)

Yeah, she’s got it, that wonderful unique talent to bring a smile on your face and snort coffee through your nose. And guess what else she’s got? A ROFL award for this post. That’s what!

Head on over to Mrs. Chicky’s and Metro Mama’s for more pissing and snorting.

P.S. When I saw this button, I immediate thought of you Jenny ‘cause I know you got a thing for skulls.

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Did you know that today is the Delurking Mofo Day?  Me neither, but I read about it over at Moogie’s World, where she informed me that Schmutzie and Sweetney and Jenandtonic are the shakers of this here movement. You see, I found Moogie’s blog via the BlogHer Ads headlines over to the left there. I have been discovering some good blogs just by clicking on those headlines. (Not that I need to add more blogs to my blogroll mind you, I can’t even keep up with it now.)  Then I stole the button from Schmutzie, the blog I just learned about today thanks to Moogie. And that is how it works, right?  One click leads to five clicks leads to a bulging blogroll, leads to a nervous breakdown…

So today is the day that you are suppose to make comments on blogs you read, yet never reveal yourself.  I am not sure if I have any lurkers here on this blog.  For the most part, I think everyone that visits here, comments (my stats are not that high compared to the comments I get- it’s so nice to be a small fish in a gigantic pond, isn’t it?)  I also tried to think of a few blogs I read but have never commented on. I may not comment often enough that is for sure, but I am pretty sure I have shown my face at least once. Still, today I will vow to do better.

Iffffffffffff I get the time to do it before midnight, that is. I just can’t find the time to visit and comment on all the blogs I read anymore.

And I think that is the biggest reason for the decline in commenting that people are talking about.

I have 78 blogs on my blogroll (and about 20 new blogs I have yet to add).  Who can keep up with that? In the beginning it was an easy task: visit all the folks on my blogroll and comment. Now? If I skip blogging for one day, the little box pops up and tells me I have 150 new posts to read - OVERNIGHT! I just can’t…. It’s too much…. I am but one person… with only two hands… ten fingers…. one keyboard… UGH! And I don’t want to remove blogs, because I enjoy reading them!

So, here’s my question to lure any lurkers out of the commenting closet: How many blogs do you have on your blogroll? 

And for Pete’s sake, how do you keep up with them?  C’mon, help an overworked and unorganized blogger out here! 

This post is about things that happened in the past (how’s that BubandPie?).  I have been meaning to write about how we started to potty train Piper.

Well, it was the new daycare, really.  They are eager beavers when it comes to this sort of thing. So two weeks ago, they began with the potty training stuff.  Sure, I went out and bought the little training undies and the plastic panty covers.  I sent Piper to school with five changes of clothes each morning.  I did everything they asked.

Except potty train her.

The minute we would get her home, we would throw a diaper on her.  The kid wasn’t ready, I would say. She has no control over her bodily functions, I insisted.  Every day we got a plastic bag of soiled clothes coming her with her.  Enough times to convince me that she just wasn’t ready. And frankly, I wasn’t ready.  I wasn’t ready to clean up accidents all night long. That was the last thing I needed to add to my already busy and hectic evenings. 

I meant to post about this, really I did.  I kept insisting she just wasn’t ready and the bags proved my point.

But then the other day, Piper put her little hand in mind and asked me to take her to the potty.  When I took her diaper off, it was completely dry. She proceeded to sit on the potty and do her thang.  Then it happened again.  And again.  And again.

I meant to post about this too, I really did.

This week there were no plastic bags of clothes coming home with her.  In fact, they gave me back the extra sets stating they didn’t need them anymore.  Tonight they are giving me back my stash of diapers.

It’s like over. She did it! She is potty trained! (more or less, still wearing the diapers overnight though)

And here I am posting about it now. Only I can’t bitch about it now because it’s already a done deal.  It seemed to happen so fast. We really only have her for a few hours after work and before she crashes, so a week goes by pretty quick when you are talking about a pee here, a pee there. 

But I can brag about it now, right?  My little one is all grown up wearing big girl panties now! I have a right to brag even if I had nothing to do with it, stuck in denial while she worked hard all on her own.

And yet, I am sort of sticking to my guns here. I still don’t think she’s completely ready just yet.  In my opinion, they aren’t fully ready until the day they can walk up the steps on their own, reach the light switch, do their thing without spillage, sufficiently wipe all traces clean, flush, wash their hands without creating a mini flood and then get back down the steps alone in the dark.

That’s when they’re ready!

I have to say, potty training our daughter didn’t turn out to be that hard for us, but having a potty trained daughter is a lot of work!

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Also way after the fact is my heartfelt thanks to Slackermommy for handing me the Nice Matters award!  I am passing it on to these nice people!

Radical Mama, Stolen Moments and Lawyer Mama.  Although I have to say everyone that comments here is very nice and it does matter.  So consider me passing it on to you too.