Monday= GIVEAWAY DAY!
Check out the cool free stuff at: goodbadandugly2.com!
Well, it’s official. I am moving! No, really! Come join me at goodbadandugly2.com you won’t want to miss out on the most exciting giveaway that has me trembling with excitement. I won’t be updating this site anymore…so if you don’t want to miss out, come join me!
Monday is the big day—for giveaways and celebration because this project was no easy task! The new site is officially launched and you all can start clicking on ads, so I can earn some money (make Hubby proud, people or just support my blogging addiction, either way you are helping me out)!
Make sure you check back on Monday because you won’t want to miss out on a big exciting giveaway. It is WAY awesome and something that will make you chuckle with glee.
So be sure to follow me on my new adventure and site! Don’t forget to change your bookmarks!
New Site: goodbadandugly2.com
And a HUGE thank you to my friend, GB, for helping me through the “creative” process! I literally thought I would kill you at times…but I LOVE the new site…except for….just kidding! And for helping me, after I messed up my site yesterday too…I PROMISE to never touch anything again…
So, I am not a genius today (shocking, right?).
I was messing around in the new site, NOT making any changes…just seeing what stuff did….and I did something. Apparently something bad cause it isn’t working.
Don’t know what I did…..but hang in there….no one is sadder than me, I think I need to not touch things anymore….
Emails to GB, web person friend, who will probably kill me—I’m thinking he needs to child proof my site (me being the child here).
Me: Uhhhh you better take a look at my site…..it is messed up, but I didn’t do it!
GB: What did you do? Did you touch something?
Me: Well….I mean, I DID just click one plugin thingy to see what it was…and so it MIGHT have been my fault.
GB: no answer, silence
Don’t really miss you yet and I am doing fine.
Barely any bad behavior…even did the dishes, however Rae and The Hostage keep making more.
I love having the bed to myself….except I am constantly fighting Patches for space.
I am still thinking the whole concept of getting our own separate twin beds would work.
Think about it, this could be cute! How about it?
Pets: 3 Me: 1 (chased them all, while wildly flailing my arms)
Hubby called yesterday to see if I was behaving myself. Well, as we all know…I am never one to behave myself…especially when I don’t get my afternoon nap in on my furlough day.
Hubby: So, what have you been up to?
Me: Scaring small children in the neighborhood.
Me: Well, this little boy came to our door and wanted me to go look for his ball that he threw into our yard. I went out and looked for it, but couldn’t find it. It was annoying, it was like he wanted me to fetch his ball and I wasn’t all about that. So, I told him he could come in and go into the backyard and look for it if he wanted it that bad. I mean, he shouldn’t have thrown it into our yard in the first place. Only he got really scared and said “I don’t think my Mom would let me go into a stranger’s house.” So, I said sorry—I can’t find it….and shut the door and locked it.
(Note: Now before you all get mad at me, you need to realize our backyard is filled with weeds that come up to my knees AND giant landmines….not people friendly….so while I did take a quick glance around….I wasn’t about hacking through our weed jungle to find the missing ball. AND the kids are constantly throwing stuff into our backyard….so forgive me for my lack of patience.)
Hubby: Awww poor little boy! You are so mean. He probably now associates you as the MEAN OLD LADY in the neighborhood. Way to start a reputation.
Did you know my name means wealthy? Yea, not happening…..
Filed under growing up, Life
4:00 AM wakeup call on my furlough day. NOT COOL.
MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!
Americus started the ruckus by swinging at the blinds in our room, over my head. I tried not to move. Any signs of movement….and they will pounce, if they notice. I believe the cats sit up on on their hind legs, extend a paw, slash the blinds and stare at my head….waiting for signs of movement. If they see that their efforts are in vain, then they begin phase 2: stomach walking (crushing) and licking of eyelids–that usually does the trick, movement is unavoidable. Trust me on this one, sandpaper tongue on your eyelids isn’t the best feeling.
It is SO on……
Pets: 2 Me: 0
Why don’t they do this when Hubby is here?
Filed under Pets, Torture