Mom of Many Male Youngsters

YouData

March15

Wanted to let you know about a new service that’s kind of cool. It’s just starting out so I’m not sure how well it will turn out but in the meantime you should try it. It’s called YouData. You put in as much info about yourself as you’re comfortable with and then they target ads to you. For every ad you look at you get paid. So yes, you’re basically getting paid to look at their ads. If a company wants your attention they have to pay for it.

I know many of you have no interest in this but if you do decide to sign up, please use this link.

That link will let them know I refered you and yes, (*disclaimer*) I do get paid if you use the service.

Anyway, if you use it already or decide to try it, let me know what you think. I’m interested in hearing about your experiences.

In the (lack of) News

January9

I’ve got nothing.

I’ve tried and tried today but… nothing. I’ve also done nothing today.

Okay, okay, not nothing but not as much as I should be getting done. I’ve done everything but the one big project that is just drudgery.

Also? People are dumb.

And annoying.

And no, I’m not in a bad mood.

Someone in my life seems to have been in a bad mood for the last… oh, I don’t know… eleventy-million months. I’m not naming any names here but… it is a real downer. The worst part is I’m not allowed to ask about it or the person ends up in an even worse mood. There is no winning here.

Mind. can. not. focus.

This is another reason large project of drudgery is not getting done. Requires focus. Wait! Do I see something shiny?

Quick, look over there!

Now to figure out how to complete pre-Bar Mitzvah child’s Torah project TONIGHT as it is due TOMORROW at some crazy hour like 9am. This whole weekend’s schedule is insane. Speaking of which, must remember to print out calendar pages for weekend or will forget one or ten items on the schedule. Why did we have so many children and why must they be so involved?

In positive news, I updated to WordPress 2.7. I like it. It is good. That is all.

This may be the worst blog post ever.

Miracles and Madness

December18

WARNING: Apparently 3.5 hours of sleep is not enough for my brain to function.

Yesterday I crashed my site. Complete meltdown. Nothing showing up. Nada. I spent many hours fixing what I’m sure a fourteen year old could fix in about 15 minutes. Many, many hours. As in late into the night or rather, into the early morning. I also installed WordPress. I may even like it. I can’t really tell you though because my brain is not actually connected to the rest of me at the moment. And yes, I do have a 14 y/o. But my 14 y/o can’t do such things because apparently when you have a mother who knows even a little bit about computers, you don’t feel the need to learn anything about them yourself – much like cooking.

It seems to be up and working today. It’s actually working much better than my brain. I was even an hour and a half late for work this morning (one of the 3.5 hours spent sleeping was when I am normally getting ready for work and getting the kids ready). Just know, there is not enough coffee in the world right now.

In other news, I have had my own personal Christmas miracle. I would say more but there is always the chance that one of my offspring will read this. A small chance but who wants to blow the miracle now? Just know that miracles do happen. And remind me to tell you about it after the holiday.

I seem to use the phrase, “In other news” much too often.

I have to ask, are your children, assuming you have them or have spent some time with some recently, insane? I mean really. Mine are driving me mad. They are fighting and teasing and whining and WILL. NOT. STOP. TOUCHING. EACH. OTHER. I get that they are excited but lay off already. When at least one is in tears at a near constant rate it may indicate you should leave your brothers the hell alone. For those of you who don’t know what I refer to, it goes something like this:

  1. One brother (any brother) does something he knows will annoy the snot out of everyone. Or just one someone.
  2. Said brother is told to stop behavior.
  3. Repeat step 2.
  4. Repeat.
  5. First brother is attacked physically by other brother(s).
  6. Melee ensues.
  7. First brother ends up in tears.
  8. First brother tries to garner sympathy from parental units.
  9. NOTE: Step #8 NEVER works yet child keeps doing it.
  10. Repeat steps 1-9.
  11. Repeat steps 1-9 with different brother playing the part of First Brother.
  12. Repeat steps 1-11 over and over – even while parental units scream, yell, and send everyone to their rooms.
  13. And keep repeating until parental units are dead on floor from apoplexy.

There is no amount of wine that will take the edge off this chaos. Believe me, I’ve tried.

Please excuse me, it’s late

December2

Wow! The whole reason I changed my blogging address was so it would be easier to change the design. HA! Not so. Well, hopefully it will be true in the future. So what do you think of the new look? I’m betting you still haven’t found me here. Especially if you read through a reader and not at my site.

Anyway, I have to say one of the best parts of having 4 boys (and maybe it’s true of those of you with girls too but I would. not. know.) is that things like broken toes are nothing to get flustered about. You know to tape it to the one next to it. You know what it looks like. You know what the doctor won’t will do if you were to take the child in. That would be NOTHING. Unless it is a big toe. Then they x-ray it and as long as it’s not mangled in some farm equipment, they do NOTHING. Not to worry though, the toe is almost healed. The sick children are almost better. Now it’s just left for the adults to fight off illness and find time to do things like… grocery shop. Yes, once again we are at a critical point in the grocery area. The dog is a half a serving away from starvation and there is no go-gurt or granola bars for the lunch boxes. Help! The children will starve. God forbid they eat more turkey.

Now that I’ve played half the night I must go to bed because it is almost time to get up and I’m not even in my jammies and robe.

Good night all!

Look At Me…

November26

Hey, look at me. I look all different AND I’m at a new address. Of course, I don’t think anyone can find me yet. Still working on that. If you do find me, the actual address is: mommy.heidimdavis.com

Don’t ask. I’m trying to make things easier in the long run.

Updated to add: Please leave a comment if you’ve found me. I’m trying to figure out if you’ve been able to find me.

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