Sometimes I just like to shut my eyes and fall into the middle of the pile of my boys and get my fill of their love and joy.
Lately I’ve been reading a great book series which I’d like to post about, but I just can’t stomach having to add the ‘this is NOT a sponsored post’ or ‘I bought these with my own money’ disclaimers. It’s discouraging and off-putting.
I’ve never ever ever watched a DVD ‘deleted scene’ which was wrongly cut out of the move — why do they include this crap??
Ever get some traffic to your site via Stumbleupon and wish you could figure out who to thank?
I thought this was common knowledge, but apparently it isn’t, so I’ll share this sweet tip with you.
Let’s say that this is the URL to a post of yours which is getting traffic from Stumbleupon:
http://tryhandmade.com/passive-aggressive-lunch-notes/
Take off the ‘http://’ part and add it to the end of ‘http://www.stumbleupon.com/url/’ like this:
http://www.stumbleupon.com/url/tryhandmade.com/passive-aggressive-lunch-notes/
On the right side of the page you’ll see the name of the Stumbler who first discovered your page and you can thank them if you like.
So thanks Karen (Craftastophe), I’m glad you liked Lotta’s post. There will be another one next week!
And for the rest of you, have you seen that Lotta (Mom-O-Matic) has a column on my site Try Handmade? You really need to check out Crafting with Lotta, but be sure you’re not drinking anything that you don’t mind snorting all over your computer screen!
Got all three boys to the dentist at 7:30 this morning. Everybody got cleanings, Henry got Xrays, and Ed got sealants, they we took them all to school.
I went with Craig to his 11:40 appointment for a bone marrow biopsy. (Think medieval corkscrew into his hip bone.) They say it’s probably nothing, but you know… stressful anyway.
My mom picked up Charlie from school at 12:30, and took him on an adventure for an hour. (Thank you.)
Got Craig home by 1:15, and he went to buy Henry a new baseball mitt before the lidocaine in his hip wore off.
At 1:45 I picked Ed up from school. At 2:20 I picked up Henry.
3:30 I took the boys to their swim lessons.
At 5 Craig hobbled to Ed’s Tball game and watched from a chair while Charlie and I went to Henry’s baseball practice at 5:30.
Got home a little before 7 (now) and microwaved hot dogs for Charlie and Henry and hoped that Ed got pizza after his game.
I can forecast the future: I’ll be asleep by 9, and Craig will have beat me to it.
Hoping tomorrow is relentlessly boring.
