It was recently brought to my attention that my blog might be hard to read due to the black background and itty, bitty, eeny, weeny print. And since I aim to please, I just fussed with my settings for a bit and changed the font size. I sincerely hope that helps cuz I'm so totally in love with the black background that it makes me a bit weepy to think of switching it to white.
Feedback, por favor? Is it easier to read now?
Saturday, February 27, 2010
And I'd like to thank The Academy.......
For what feels like forEVER, I've had 14 "followers" on my blog. I'm SO not one to be greedy...I was just thrilled that 14 people think my yammering is worth reading. Now and then, though, I looked at my list and thought, "Hm. I wonder if I'll ever get a 15th."
Imagine my excitement when I opened my blog this week to find I had another minion....er. uh. I mean......I had another devoted fan! GAH! I can hardly contain my glee! YEEEEEE-HAAAW!
(No. I don't actually say yee-haw in my real life. I'm more likely to yell to The Husband, "HOLY S***! You'll never believe this one!")
* * * * Welcome, Number 15! * * * *
And then? This one time? (At band camp?) I logged on again? And had ANOTHER follower? I almost fell right off my chair.
For my mathematically challenged peeps.....that makes SIXTEEN followers now!
* * * * Welcome, Number 16! * * * *
And the best part? These are people I don't even KNOW. I didn't have to be related to them or be real-life-friends with them or pay them or ANYTHING! They just decided to join us here at Mama Cas cuz I'm good enough, and I'm smart enough, and doggonit, people like me!
(PS...I ordinarily don't use this! many! exclamation! points! at one time.)
And for my next trick? I'll attempt to distract you from the fact that this post is seriously lacking in any kind of substantial content by showing you a pic of my handsome boys.
Enjoy.
And have a good weekend.
(Especially you, Number 15 and Number 16.)
Imagine my excitement when I opened my blog this week to find I had another minion....er. uh. I mean......I had another devoted fan! GAH! I can hardly contain my glee! YEEEEEE-HAAAW!
(No. I don't actually say yee-haw in my real life. I'm more likely to yell to The Husband, "HOLY S***! You'll never believe this one!")
* * * * Welcome, Number 15! * * * *
And then? This one time? (At band camp?) I logged on again? And had ANOTHER follower? I almost fell right off my chair.
For my mathematically challenged peeps.....that makes SIXTEEN followers now!
* * * * Welcome, Number 16! * * * *
And the best part? These are people I don't even KNOW. I didn't have to be related to them or be real-life-friends with them or pay them or ANYTHING! They just decided to join us here at Mama Cas cuz I'm good enough, and I'm smart enough, and doggonit, people like me!
(PS...I ordinarily don't use this! many! exclamation! points! at one time.)
And for my next trick? I'll attempt to distract you from the fact that this post is seriously lacking in any kind of substantial content by showing you a pic of my handsome boys.
Enjoy.
And have a good weekend.
(Especially you, Number 15 and Number 16.)
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Finding PANTS in February shouldn't be this difficult
Dear Head-Muckety-Muck at Target:
I realize that the retail market is quite competitive and that it's imperative for you to be the "first on the scene" with next season's clothing. If, for instance, Wal-Mart puts out their summer swimsuits before you do, then Wal-Mart gets a jump on the money-making, right? I also understand that, during this boring, dreary, cold time of year, many people like to escape to warmer climates.....climates that might be suitable for shorts, t-shirts, and swimsuits.
I, however, am an average Momma with no intention to start my summer shopping. And we have a noticeable lack of warm weather travel plans. Plus, I have an almost-10-year-old boy who does weird things like grow all the time. I know, it's inconvenient. For you AND me.
All I ask is that you keep some pants in stock. More specifically, the thin, elastic waist pants that basketball players wear during warm-up (not the ones that go swish-swish when you walk...I think those are called track pants? Actually, in our house, they're called swishy pants.) I hate to be a pest, but could they be either black, navy blue, or dark grey? And size large? Today, I was oh so lucky to find 5 pairs of Celtic green beauties, sized XS. I left them on the rack so the family of leprechauns behind me could have them.
Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Mama Cas
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Dear Son,
Please refrain from growing until May. You're making my life difficult.
Sincerely,
Mom
I realize that the retail market is quite competitive and that it's imperative for you to be the "first on the scene" with next season's clothing. If, for instance, Wal-Mart puts out their summer swimsuits before you do, then Wal-Mart gets a jump on the money-making, right? I also understand that, during this boring, dreary, cold time of year, many people like to escape to warmer climates.....climates that might be suitable for shorts, t-shirts, and swimsuits.
I, however, am an average Momma with no intention to start my summer shopping. And we have a noticeable lack of warm weather travel plans. Plus, I have an almost-10-year-old boy who does weird things like grow all the time. I know, it's inconvenient. For you AND me.
All I ask is that you keep some pants in stock. More specifically, the thin, elastic waist pants that basketball players wear during warm-up (not the ones that go swish-swish when you walk...I think those are called track pants? Actually, in our house, they're called swishy pants.) I hate to be a pest, but could they be either black, navy blue, or dark grey? And size large? Today, I was oh so lucky to find 5 pairs of Celtic green beauties, sized XS. I left them on the rack so the family of leprechauns behind me could have them.
Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Mama Cas
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Dear Son,
Please refrain from growing until May. You're making my life difficult.
Sincerely,
Mom
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I hope hell has an unlimited supply of Mountain Dew
Because that's where I'll be taking up residence in the afterlife for posting this picture:
My daughter's Plumber's Crack.
Enjoy the view.
My daughter's Plumber's Crack.
Enjoy the view.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I knew I wouldn't forget you...
"I knew when we collided
You're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind"
"Hey Soul Sister"
Train
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Happy Valentine's Day, to the 5 people I love the most!
With all my love (miles and miles),
Mama Cas
Saturday, February 13, 2010
You're beautiful
Over my shoulder, I felt a presence.
It was Ben. He had his camera. And he was videotaping me.
"GAH! He's videotaping me and I'm still in my pajamas and I hate how my voice sounds and I haven't combed my hair and he's taping from the side and my nose is HUUUGE and what if I say something dumb or what if I look terrible and I haven't even brushed my teeth (cuz, you know, we bought him one of those smell-a-vision cameras)........."
But I didn't say anything. I carried on as if I hadn't noticed that he was taping.
Because I'm not going to become THAT person. I refuse to pass my negative images to my kids. As my husband has pointed out, I am my own biggest critic. I will not encourage them to become the same way.
How can I teach my kids to be more self-confident and less self-critical if I'm constantly bad mouthing myself?
If I continually point out how "hideous" I am, how long will it be until they believe me?
Because I am their mom, they don't think I have a big nose or a terrible voice. And they don't care that I haven't combed my hair or brushed my teeth.
And when they take pictures of me like this?
I will hide my horror and keep my mouth shut.
It was Ben. He had his camera. And he was videotaping me.
"GAH! He's videotaping me and I'm still in my pajamas and I hate how my voice sounds and I haven't combed my hair and he's taping from the side and my nose is HUUUGE and what if I say something dumb or what if I look terrible and I haven't even brushed my teeth (cuz, you know, we bought him one of those smell-a-vision cameras)........."
But I didn't say anything. I carried on as if I hadn't noticed that he was taping.
Because I'm not going to become THAT person. I refuse to pass my negative images to my kids. As my husband has pointed out, I am my own biggest critic. I will not encourage them to become the same way.
How can I teach my kids to be more self-confident and less self-critical if I'm constantly bad mouthing myself?
If I continually point out how "hideous" I am, how long will it be until they believe me?
Because I am their mom, they don't think I have a big nose or a terrible voice. And they don't care that I haven't combed my hair or brushed my teeth.
And when they take pictures of me like this?
I will hide my horror and keep my mouth shut.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Fashion Police...To the rescue!
An open letter to the lady in the parking lot of BJs:
Dear Lady,
I'm going to take a stab in the dark and guess that 3 events might have recently transpired in your life.
1 - The electricity went out in your house this morning, causing you to dress in the dark.
OR
2 - You converted to a new religion that doesn't believe in owning mirrors.
OR
3 - Stevie Wonder became your Personal Fashion Consultant.
Whatever the case may be, I consider it to be my civic duty to let you know that black sweatpants, white gym socks, and chunky high heels do not make a very fashion forward statement. In fact, the only time this look might be flattering is if you're 3 years old and you're showing off your newly-acquired, self-dressing skillz. (In which case, it would also be acceptable if you were wearing a purple feather boa, a bridal veil, winter gloves, and a yellow raincoat covered in duckies.)
You're welcome.
Sincerely,
A fellow shopper (whose fashion sense isn't really THAT much superior to yours)
Dear Lady,
I'm going to take a stab in the dark and guess that 3 events might have recently transpired in your life.
1 - The electricity went out in your house this morning, causing you to dress in the dark.
OR
2 - You converted to a new religion that doesn't believe in owning mirrors.
OR
3 - Stevie Wonder became your Personal Fashion Consultant.
Whatever the case may be, I consider it to be my civic duty to let you know that black sweatpants, white gym socks, and chunky high heels do not make a very fashion forward statement. In fact, the only time this look might be flattering is if you're 3 years old and you're showing off your newly-acquired, self-dressing skillz. (In which case, it would also be acceptable if you were wearing a purple feather boa, a bridal veil, winter gloves, and a yellow raincoat covered in duckies.)
You're welcome.
Sincerely,
A fellow shopper (whose fashion sense isn't really THAT much superior to yours)
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