An Open Letter To ...

An Open Letter to Noggin:

To Whom it May Concern,

"Oobi"? What the hell, Noggin? It is a hand with eyes on it! Oobi has terrible grammar and the whole show is insanely annoying. You call this crap educational?

Moving on, I would like to address "Max and Ruby". Where are the parents of these bunnies? Max is clearly misbehaving for some sort of adult attention. It is depressing. Have they been abandoned? Poor little Ruby shouldn't be responsible for her young brother. She is just a child herself.

Also, in the "Everywhere I Go" song there seems to be a problem. Don't get me wrong, I like Moose A. Moose and Zee. I like their songs, they are catchy and clever, but when you use the line "bellies are the buttonest" (and I don't even think buttonest is a word) you show Zee's belly button. Now, I'm no ornithologist, but I do know that birds are hatched from eggs and therefore shouldn't have belly buttons. Belly buttons are a mammalian trait being what is left when the umbilical chord is clipped, right? Can we try not to confuse the children any more?

These are not my only issues with your programming, but if you could start by addressing these few concerns it would be greatly appreciated.

Yours Truly,

Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah

Amen! I hope you enjoyed reading this guest post from the lovely Sarah at Sarah and the Goon Squad. Sarah is the SAHM of two year old twins living in the DC Metro area with a football addiction. You can read her at Sarah and the Goon Squad, Draft Day Suit, BlogHer and Best Bucs Blog. I'm over at her place today for the blog exchange so be sure to stop by and say hello!!

Click here to check out the other open letters this month, and to get more info on the blog exchange.


Rainy Days

It's Saturday morning. The house is quiet. The rain is heavy. I'm sitting here trying to figure out what to do today.

I hate days like this. I prefer to have a purpose; a place to go, an errand to run. If I were smart or even just the tiniest bit motivated I would take some time to write. Alas, I'm neither, so I'll probably just sit here procrastinating. It really is what I do best.

My husband is going out for a few hours, leaving me here with a bored toddler on a soaking wet Saturday. Hmmmm, sort of sounds like a punishement, but that's not what I mean. I just hate lounging around all day.

My yard is flooding as I write this. The water has almost reached the back of the house and it's only 8:30 in the morning. I suspect we will all drown by lunch time.

I hope you're dry in your neck of the woods.


Ahem, Um Is This Thing On?


Is anyone out there?

I know, I know I've been away for a while. Okay, so maybe it's been more that just a little while. I wish I had a better excuse, but I just haven't had the time or the motivation to write.

Before I go any further, I want to thank those of you who e-mailed or commented to check in with me. It means so much to know that you were thinking of me. I figured I owed it to you to give you an update.

It's probably not the best time to be writing. I had a bad mommy day today. J is just driving me crazy lately. Pushing my buttons with all her might, testing me at every turn. If I say black, she SCREAMS white. It's been a struggle to say the least.

Anyway, I wish I could say I'm enjoying my pregnancy but I just feel so stressed all the time. I'm 16 weeks now. Physically, I feel better. No more nausea. I have some of my energy back. In a few short weeks, I'm going for a level 2 ultrasound and we are going to find out the sex! I'm so excited although I'm pretty sure it's going to be another girl.

Emotionally, I am all over the place. One day I'm up and the next I'm down. I'm working a lot and I'm babysitting for my sister-in-law and I think it's all so overwhelming. Throw in a tempermental toddler and most days I just want to disappear.

I feel guilty and ashamed because I'm not even thinking about this new baby. There are days I even forget that I am pregnant or wish that I wasn't. I'm terrified of how difficult it's going to be, how J is going to react, how my husband is (or is not) going to step up.

Sorry to be such a downer, but I'm having a bad day. A poor me, my life is so difficult, wah, wah, wah kind of day.

I hope all is well with you and I hope to talk to again soon!!!!