These two lovely ladies joined forces a little while back and created a site called, “Let’s Panic About Babies!” If you have kids or want kids or just have a sense of humor, you’ll love their site (if you don’t already). Why am I telling you about Eden and Alice and Let’s Panic?

Because they wrote a book! Titled…wait for it…LET’S PANIC ABOUT BABIES. True Story.

They had me at the laser beams, but then Alice’s hubby Scott went ahead and created this amazing book trailer. Go ahead and watch it. I’ll wait.

Why am I sharing all of this with you today? Because the book launches today! And you can buy it! True story.

I’m telling you to buy it because I am one of the lucky ones who got a copy so that I could review it. I KNOW. I am here to tell you that it’s as funny as you might hope. I’m also here to tell you that they’ve given me a book to give away to one of you. (How sweet are they?)(SO sweet.)

So! Here are the details: The giveaway is open to anyone residing in Canada or the U.S. I’ll leave comments open until sometime on Friday, March 4th, 2011.

All you need to do is leave me a comment and tell me why you want to win the book. Ready, set, go!

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I pulled up Random.org, entered the number 1 to 34 and…

YAY HILLARY! I’ll be making sure you get your book before your baby arrives.

She’s also cute and smart and funny and wee and will take twenty or so photos with you in the bathroom.

I don’t exactly know why we did that but we have plans to descend upon another posh bathroom in New York this coming August because, well, why not? I think we might also venture outside of the hotel with our cameras this year because hello? NEW YORK.

Not only is Kate a fellow Canadian, fantastic person and wicked blogger, she just published her very first book. The Dread Crew: Pirates of the Backwoods is a spectacular piece of fiction.

I’m not just saying that because I adore Kate; I’m saying it because it is true. We all know how busy I’ve been but once I started reading the Dread Crew I couldn’t put it down. I pulled a couple of extra late nights just so I could finish it. Last I heard, there are only a few hundred books left in the first run so if you want to buy it, here’s the link to Amazon.ca.

I was lucky enough to receive an advance, signed copy of Kate’s book with a sweet inscription. She sent it to me when I asked if I could interview her over at the Daily Grommet blog. We’ve started highlighting designers, musicians and authors and I knew she would be a perfect fit. I absolutely love Kate’s responses to my interview questions and I’m sure you will too.

Since I got my copy for free and because I love to support my friends and because I think you (and your kids) should read this book and because it’s Christmas…I’m giving away a copy of The Dread Crew.

It gets better! As part of Kate’s interview over at The Daily Grommet blog, I’m giving away a copy over there as well. That giveaway is only open from 9am until 9pm EST, Monday December 14th, 2009. I’ll keep my giveaway here open until 9pm PST, Tuesday December 15th. Both contests are open to Canadians as well. Heck, I’m keeping my giveaway open to anyone.

To sum it up: Leave a comment below and then head over to The Daily Grommet blog. What are you waiting for?

***Edited to add:

I just did the random number generator because we decided to go see a movie last night. (New Moon. I’m on Team Shirtless.) The winner is #39:

Congratulations, Sherry!

The general theme of this site lately seems to be more on the introspective side. Yes, the change in seasons threw me a bit and yes, I’ve been overworked and under rested. I find that as we head into (and through) the winter months my mood does get more melancholy and I start to assess and evaluate different pieces of myself. However! I do not spend every waking moment in a somber state of gloom and despair. There is a lot of goodness and a lot of happiness. These moments, too, need to be documented. If only so that I can look upon them in January to remind myself that ALL IS NOT LOST.

As you are reading this I am done my accounting contract. Done, done, DONE. I start again in 2.5 weeks, but Shhhh. We’re soaking in the moment over here. If you try to break that moment, I will hurtchoo. KIDDING. Maybe.

I have had some pretty cool freelance writing gigs come my way lately. Every time they say, “We are so glad you want to work with us” I smile huge. Then I look around to see if maybe they’re talking to somebody else. I’m a little in awe that anyone deems my writing worthy of paying for it. I also hope that I stay in same state of humbled amazement for, well, forever.

Speaking of writing, do you remember that post last week where I quoted a good friend who said, “Just get out of your own way and go get it“? I was too chicken to state what I was referring to but a bunch of people figured it out (You guys are too smart). I (insert small voice here) want to write a book. Part of the fear of sharing that dream was because I didn’t really know what it was I wanted to write about. I just knew I wanted to do it. I always have. Two days ago I was hit with an idea that is so simple, so perfect, so me. I emailed those two amazing (and quoted) friends I referred to (Outed!) and received encouraging replies full of CAPS LOCK and exclamation points. Honey also thinks it is a great idea and has told me that he will do whatever he can to support me. I’ve had a silly grin on my face for the past few days. I don’t know if it will pan out in the end, but I won’t know unless I try.

Speaking of Kerri, I get to see her next weekend. Every Canadian Thanksgiving/American Columbus Day we head down to the Seattle Premium Outlets to stock up on clothes for the fall/winter. We’ve decided to expand our trip to the Oregon coast because while I’ve been to Portland (as has Matthew, a few years ago), I have never been to the Oregon coast (nor has he). We get to see Rhi and finally meet Bill (They just got engaged!) We’re also hoping to meet up with Linda and her family so that Matthew will believe me that she actually exists. As far as I know, there are no “Code brown” events planned.

I’m looking forward to cramming in as much reading as possible in the few weeks I have off. I’ve ordered (and started) “On Writing” as recommended to me by Kerri. Any other suggestions are welcome; I need $39 to get free shipping from Amazon. I asked you guys for suggestions this summer and the overwhelming response was, “The Time Traveler’s Wife.” I loved it. Us girls then went to see the movie and let’s just say that I didn’t love it.

I have been aching to take more photos but have literally not had the time. Take some fall colors, some adorable children, and a road trip to places different than here and I’m pretty excited to see what I can capture.

I’ve been having more of the “I want to blow up my site” feelings than usual. The weight of the time crunch I have been under has either left me with no ideas, or no time to write about the ideas I do have before the right time has passed. I do know that the less I post, the more I wonder if I should even bother and it just keeps feeding itself. I think that if I can get back into the groove of it regular posting I won’t feel so ambiguous about it. This makes me smile inside. Plus, we all know that shutting this down would make feel like a huge part of me had been amputated. Then there is the fact that you guys are awesome (Yes, YOU).

Speaking of awesome, do you remember when I mentioned a few weeks ago that I was being given a customized Flip MinoHD video camera? There were some glitches with the shipping but she finally arrived yesterday.

Isn’t it FANTASTIC? I haven’t played with it enough yet to post a review (obviously) but the people from Mom Central (Who hooked me up with it) are giving away three Flip MinoHD cameras. You need a “Flip Password” and they gave me one to pass along: “Dutch.” The contest is only for Canadians, which I’d feel bad about, but us Canadians are banned from nearly every US giveaway. Finally, the home team gets a chance to win. Go Canada!

That there photo at the top of the post makes my heart happy. On Tuesday I told the kids that I wanted to take their photo. After a walloping pile of rejects (Except for this one) I gave up and told them they were free to go….but could they maybe hug first? I love how each of their personalities are captured so perfectly.

So, yeah. I’m ridiculously, annoyingly happy right now.

What’s making you happy?

*Oh, Happiness is my favorite song off of The David Crowder Band’s new CD. It makes me, well, happy.

In my thirty-four (plus) years of life, I have had plenty of time to analyze myself. I spent many years playing the victim but have come to realize that I, too, have flaws. I know. I can hardly believe it myself. I have also come to realize that those flaws are as real as the sun that rises and sets.

It is not as though I am a person who wallows in that place where she spends all day spinning on the things that she has done wrong. I have no problem in fessing up to my iniquities. I want to make amends, extend and receive forgiveness and move forward so that we can all hold hands and sing kumbaya. Or some other tune in the same vibe. Issues with others are something that I want to work on, to fix, to heal.

The main person that I have an issue with is me. A large part of me still feels like that chubby, awkward girl who was told to just disappear in the ninth grade by those oh, so lovely girls who probably ended up on those side of the tracks from whence I came. It never ceases to amaze me how a few situations that occurred over twenty years ago can continue to affect me in the present day. Those feelings have been addressed, dealt with and put behind me. And yet, they still haunt me in certain moments. Why is that? I don’t know if I will ever figure out the answer.

It is not as though I lack confidence in my daily life. I am confident, for the most part, in my ability as a wife, mother and friend. I pour all that I have into others. I will be your biggest cheerleader, should you need one. I will shout your praises from the rooftops and do anything that I can to help you achieve your goals. I want nothing but the best for you and will use my power for good to help you get to the finish line.

When it comes to my own dreams and goals I tend to shove them to the side for the sake of the Great Good. Or so I tell myself. There is work to be done, income to be earned, bills to be paid. I tell myself and those around me that I need to focus on what is best for my family; the dreams I have for myself can wait.

A short while ago I had back-to-back conversations with two of my closest friends of the planet. I would link to them but it isn’t really the point of what I’m trying to say here. If you know me at all you probably know of whom I speak and if not? It really doesn’t matter. I know how amazing they are and they know how much they mean to me. That is what truly matters. Both conversations were mind-blowing in their encouragement and in their calling me out as the chicken shit I truly am. One phrase that was said to me was written down and I think about it daily, sometimes hourly:

Just get out of your own way and go get it.

I would tell you what it is in reference to but I am still clinging to my chicken shit status.

However.

I will have you know that I have bought a journal. I have been writing down my goals, both long term and short term. I have always been prone to making lists, but seeing those long term goals staring back at me makes them more real somehow. They are goals that I can (and will) achieve. The dreams will become a reality. The short term goals (Book hotel for our upcoming trip, order a book I want, write this post) serve the purpose of giving me that feeling of pure satisfaction as I strike them out. I’ve also been writing down random thoughts in my head that occasionally turn from point form notes to pages upon pages of words that leave my shaking out my hand when I’m done. I don’t do it as often as I should, but still. I’m doing it.

I’m taking steps and moving forward. One move at a time, one word at a time, one goal at a time. I’m kind of excited to see where it all takes me.

I can tell you without any hesitation that these “blog” friends of mine are just as real and authentic in person as they are online. We came to be friends through our writing and once you get together in the flesh it’s like a missing piece falls into place. Instead of just bonding over words and comments you get to talk, share and laugh together and realize why you were drawn to them through their writing in the first place.

(I put “blog” in quotes because it feels as though by putting it in front of the word “friends” somehow demeans the term. Friends are friends are friends, regardless of how or where you met.)

This is the reason that despite returning from Chicago a mere two weeks ago, I once again boarded an airplane and trekked to the US of A. This time, destination Portland.

I was lucky enough to fly for free (Yay AIRMILES!) and stay for free (Yay Kerrianne!). She picked me up on Tuesday and the two of us had a great evening eating, talking and laughing. She spoiled me with flowers and notes and her wicked friendship.

The main reason for this short trip (aside for the chance to see Kerri again) was because a good friend of mine wrote a book (As I have mentioned before) and Portland was as far north as he was coming on his book tour. I would hope that in the event I ever wrote a book my friends would come out to support me; it’s only fitting that I do the same for them.

We stretched the reading out into an entire evening of rollicking good times. We started with a small group for dinner (No need to stress out the author) and headed out to a lovely establishment called Mother’s. There was Kerrianne and Brandon:

These two have been good friends for years and had never met. He drove down from Seattle for the event, which is pretty fantastic. (You may also remember him from this photo. We took this one, but it’s missing Sarah. It just wasn’t the same without her.)

Danny and I:

So proud of the dude for writing a BOOK. Awesome.

Rhi was there for dinner as well, but arrived after we took the above photos. I should have had our server take a group shot but I was too busy Tweeting from the bathroom laughing too loudly and getting “shushed” by the server enjoying my tasty, tasty salad.

I had never been to a reading before and it was kind of neat. The bookstore is called Powell’s and it’s four stories high. Books, books, everywhere! They set Danny up in the open end of one of the floors and we all sat down to listen. He picked two great segments of his book and got everyone laughing and crying. The question period after he was done was also a great experience; people talking openly about male depression and asking great questions.

While he signed away the larger group of us had a chance to (in some instances meet for the first time, and) hang out and chat. When the signing was done we moved our larger group to a pub down the street and continued on with the talking and laughing.

Danny and Asha:

The rest of the folks:

I don’t have time to link to everyone else (My flight is boarding!), but here is a list of all of the Twitter handles of those where were in attendance:@evehorizon @Blythe @RhiRhi @meggan @mandajuice @dadgonemad @parenthacks @kerrianne @mandajuice @antichrista @nevenmrgan @saracoleman @hotei @iron_fist.

It was a great group of people with whom to spend an evening with. Good times, good times.

It was yet another late night for this social butterfly. I’m en route home as I type this and am looking forward to seeing my babies (and babe). It was great to go, and to see, and to do but it’s always even better to come back home.

*The rest of the photos are on Flickr (of course).

I personally have never struggled with depression but have friends and family members who wrestle with that beast constantly. It was great to get some insight into what it’s like from the inside of that battle. You would think that a book about depression would be, well, depressing but that is so not the case. I laughed out loud more times than I can count (That says a lot, considering the whole professional accountant thing) and thoroughly enjoyed this book. This is why I have read it twice. That says a lot for a mom of three who can barely find the time to leave the house fully clothed and in her right mind.

In order to help promote his book, Danny sent advance copies of his book to (me, and) some bloggers I love and respect. In turn, we get to subject him to interview questions that he must answer, regardless of what they may entail. Here is what transpired:

You have mentioned on your site (and Twitter) that you have webbed toes and a third nipple. Are there any other physical…anomalies that you would like to share?

Correction: I do NOT have a third nip. I don’t believe I’ve ever said that. But the webbed toes are a fact–a gift from my father that makes me a very strong swimmer and prone, on occasion, to quacking.

I know that devout Jews do not eat cheeseburgers or bacon. I also know that you do not consider yourself “devout” and that you love both cheeseburgers and bacon. Do you remember your first experience with either of those? Were they together, because OH MY WORD?

I don’t specifically recall when I first kissed the sweet, tender lips of pork, but I have a very clear memory of going through a McDonalds drive-thru in my sister’s shit-brown Ford Granada and ordering my first Egg McMuffin. I rank that as one of the most incredible moments of my life, right between meeting Gallagher at LAX and that time I convinced my golf buddies that I’d hit the ball 250 yards down the fairway instead of dropping one there after I shanked my drive into the cow pasture.

I have it on good authority that you were sent some Canadian beer for your 39th birthday in April (Old fart. Ahem.) Are you willing to admit that maybe Canadian beer is a little superior to Bud Light?

Well, let’s be clear here, Angella. What you sent me were two bottles of micro brewed brown ale, which I love, and comparing brew with that pedigree to domestic, mass-produced light beer is like comparing a choice cut of beef to a can of Alpo.

Boxers, briefs, or commando?

Boxer briefs.

OK, I’ll be serious. You share pretty openly in the book about what you were going through and about the intricacies of your extended family (Parents, etc.) Did this cause any grief in your personal life, or has everyone been supportive?

I don’t think grief is the right word here. There are certainly sections of the book that affected my loved ones, some in a difficult way. That was obviously never my intention, and though some of them struggled with parts of it, I think they each ultimately took a step back and saw that I needed to make Rage as genuine and honest and frank as possible. One of the reasons such a stigma envelopes mental illness is because most people don’t really get a sense of what it is, where it comes from, and how it can decimate an otherwise healthy person. I wanted the book to, in its own small way, punch a hole in that stigma, and the only way that could possibly happen is with brutal honesty.

You stated in the book that depression is hereditary (Both your Grandma and Father have dealt with it). I have seen this to be the case with people I know and love as well. As a father yourself, do you fear that your children will fight the same battle that you have?

I certainly do, but I hope that RAGE and other books like it are able to push the discussion of the disease far enough into the mainstream that soon getting treatment for depression will be less challenging and humiliating. I don’t know that there’s much I can do to actively prevent my kids from fighting a largely hereditary disease, but I’m certainly trying and hell-bent on supporting them in the tragic event that they ever have to confront this crap.

As far as I can tell, you are back to “normal” (as normal as you can be). What steps do you take to keep your depression in check and maintain a (somewhat) balanced equilibrium?

I still take my anti-depressants, although I think that may be more of a security blanket for me than an actual necessity. I’m active in my son’s Little League and other such pursuits that pull me out of the house, into the sunshine, and into the company of other fun people. And I write, which for me is as therapeutic and fulfilling as it gets. I sometimes have to remind myself to talk about what’s going on instead of following my old pattern of internalizing for fear that I might not know how to deal with it, but I have the very fortunate benefit of a wife who knows me well and sees when I need to discuss something.

If people could get just one thing out of Rage, what do you hope that would be?

I really hope readers whose lives have somehow been impacted by depression–either by personal experience or watching a loved one go through it–understand that it DOES happen to “normal” people and it CAN be treated. This is especially important for men. We are so prone to ignore our feelings or cover them up with alcohol and other self-anesthetics, and that just has to stop because eventually it catches up to us. So I guess the one thing I hope people take away from Rage is, “Maybe if this guy can admit to and get help for his depression, I can too.”

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Wicked. Thanks, Danny.

As I mentioned above, his book is on sale TODAY. GO BUY IT. Don’t even try to tell me that you can’t afford it because seriously? $10.24? That’s like a Starbucks run. Or less than a case of (Good, Canadian) beer. There is some crass language (A word of warning to my conservative readers) but sometimes a well-placed f-bomb is funny. At least I think so.

Here is where I tell you something a little bit awesome. I will be flying to Portland, Oregon next week to stay with Kerrianne and go to Danny’s signing. (Viva la Airmiles!) On August 12th he will be at Powell’s on 1005 W. Burnside at 7:30 pm. Any Portland (or Seattle/Pacific NW) people want to join us?

Because I love this book so much and want to support my friend, I will be purchasing two (TWO) books to have Danny sign them, addressed to the two winners. I will make the draw this Friday, August 7th. All you need to do is leave a comment.

What are you waiting for?

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OK! I just used Random.org and here is what it came up with:

Congratulations Angela and Tamara!

I am in the last week of a work contract. Come Saturday, my contract will be done and I will have the entire month of July off. This will be cause for celebration, assuming that I make it to Saturday intact.

Without making any incriminating comments that could cost me my paycheque (Paycheck, for my American friends), I am feeling a little pressured. In the next few days I am required to cram triple the work into a third of the time (or something like that). All of this while trying to run a household and KEEP MY KIDS ALIVE (And also, not killing each other)(They generally get along famously, but THERE ARE MOMENTS).

I had sent Matthew off to golf on Sunday afternoon (since I always seem to be the one who gets kid-free time) and that chunk of time seems to have put me further behind the eight-ball. On Monday afternoon after getting basically NOTHING done all day, I called my husband in tears. Within thirty minutes, he had left work and carted the kids down to the beach so that I could get caught up on work. Have I mentioned that he rocks?

While the “I WON’T EVER GET CAUGHT UP AND I MIGHT DIE” feeling has been abated, I am still in the, “HOLY CRAP I HAVE A LOT OF STUFF TO DO AND AM MISSING OUT ON THE SUNSHINE, WAAAAH” mode. Saturday cannot come fast enough. And yet, we all know it will be here before I know it. Maybe I should just stop whining already.

Speaking of this weekend…

A few weeks ago my StepMom (Lance‘s Mom) called and said that she wanted to have the kids come to her house for a visit. I told her that we had full intentions of doing a trip to the Coast and visiting all of the grandparents (Don’t ask me to describe my family tree. It might be my own family, but even I get confused as to who is who sometimes).

She clarified her request. She wanted the kids to come to “Grandma’s house” all by themselves. WITHOUT US.

This may seem like a normal thing for some of you out there, but this something that I never experienced as a child. My grandparents were in Ontario (across the country), so any trips to see them included my parents. My kids get to go to Grandma’s house without Mommy and Daddy there to PUT A DAMPER ON THE FUN. Oh, you should hear the kids.

If I thought that the countdown to the Car Show was annoying exuberant, the trip to Grandma Shona’s house is full of EXCITEMENT OF EPIC PROPORTIONS. Not only have they been counting down how many “sleeps” until they leave, the have been creating crafts (and crafts, AND CRAFTS) for Grandma Shona. They have also been telling us that THEY AREN’T GOING TO MISS US AT ALL. Nope. And that they are  GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN, punctuated with a “NANA NANA POO POO.” (Yes, really.)

Thank goodness she gets here tomorrow to stay for a few days before whisking them away. I don’t know how much longer we can all endure all of the build-up.

Matthew is running a basketball camp next week while they are gone, but it’s only for the mornings.  Apart from that we are responsibility-free for five days. FIVE DAYS. No work, no kids, NOTHING.

I will miss those little rugrats, yes, but FIVE DAYS, PEOPLE. Five days as just Matthew and I. Weird. And a little bit awesome.

I plan on doing some organizing…and then a bunch of nothing. I am hoping to spend a lot of time basking in the summer sun and reading some good books. This will continue into the rest of July as once the kids are back we will be in the summer routine of days spent down at the lake, soaking up the sunshine.

This is where I need some help with my bookshelf. I was lent Eat, Pray Love and…was bored. Not to knock those who loved it but I cut my losses after Chapter Three. I was also lent The Poisonwood Bible and…not bored, but OVERWHELMED. I haven’t given up…yet. It’s just been put on hold.

The only book I have completed front to back (twice) lately is Rage (You’ve pre-ordered it, yes?)

We have a wicked local library system where I can request books online and they will be shipped within days from one of the other libraries. If a book is not available? There’s always Amazon.

I need some good summer reading. Suggestions?

Yesterday afternoon, that book arrived in the mail.

The writers who have contributed to this book are amazing. Jennifer (Schnozz) wrote a great essay (per usual), and the ever-wonderful Catherine Connors (Her Bad Mother) wrote an amazing piece about the “politics” of Mommy Blogging. I could talk about each contributor and their individual chapters, but I thought I would just mention the two women whom I have actually met (and who I think are pretty fantastic).

After reading through all of the essays, I drafted a blurb that would be plastered on the back of this book. A REAL BOOK.  Having not ever doing something like this (Obviously), I fired what I had drafted off to my friend Danny (Who is not only a stellar blogger, but is a bona fide Writer). He told me that I sounded “authorly.” Which, well, SHUCKS. Without further adieu, here is that little paragraph I wrote on the back of a REAL BOOK:

I still can’t believe that:  1. My opinion actually matters, and 2. MY NAME IS ON THE BACK OF A BOOK.

If you want to buy a copy of “Mothering and Blogging: The Radical Act of the MommyBlog” you can get it here.

Speaking of Danny, you might have seen this already on Flickr but it bears repeating here. I am one of the lucky ones who got an advance copy of his book that is coming out on August 4th.

The reason for the advance copy will be revealed this summer (Oooooh, I’m SO MYSTERIOUS). I mentioned on Flickr that this is the second time that I have read Rage; I actually read it this past winter in Word. There is something that I did not mention on Flickr, as I hate to sound like I am tooting my own horn. However. It is far too cool to not mention. After reading Kristabella‘s post where she talked about being mentioned in the acknowledgment section of Jen Lancaster‘s latest book, I knew that I had to share it.

I am in the acknowledgment section of Danny’s book. Along with some pretty spectacular people, as you can see.

I was not expecting it at all and when he told me I honestly made the, “What the…?” face. It’s kind of awesome.

You can read all of the book news (Including tour dates!) over at his book website. It’s available for pre-order. Go buy it. You won’t regret it.

Seeing my name in print has inspired me to get off of my duff and do something about seeing my words in print. I distinctly remember one conversation with Danny where he asked me if I wanted to be published. I confirmed that yes, I did. He then asked me what I was doing to make it happen and when I replied that I was doing absolutely nothing he asked me, “And how is that working for you?” Right. Consider me both admonished and encouraged.

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We picked Graham up from school on Monday and upon arriving home he told me that he was “going to write a story.” Forty-five minutes later he presented a seven-page booklet to me. There was a storyline, complete with illustrations.

After reading it and singing his praises he told me that he was going to type it into the computer and make it into a “real book.” Dude will be published before I am. Just you wait and see.

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In non-book-related (but entirely-blog-related) news, I received a sweet package in the mail from Sizzle this past Friday. (We have plans to dance to Boom Boom Pow in Chicago this July, along with Kerrianne and Rhi. Brace yourselves for the photos.)

I had won a giveaway on her site a while back and the prize was a care package JUST FOR ME.

I have been listening to her mixed CD non-stop. I used that bag while out shopping this weekend and filled it with one dress, four tops, a pair of black capris, and clothes for the kids. It was both fashionable AND practical.

When I won her contest I told her that I would pay it forward. This means that I will whip up a care package, Okanagan (CANADIAN) style for a lucky winner. All you need to do is leave a comment. I will pick the name using random.org (WHICH COULD BE THE STORY OF MY LIFE) sometime this weekend. Or next week.

If you need a question to answer to help you know what to say, tell me what your favorite candy is. I bought some Sour Patch Kids when we went to see Star Trek this weekend and the leftovers have been CALLING MY NAME ALL WEEK.