Friday, February 28, 2014


Our family is currently in the midst of a house search and sell. It's an exciting adventure. Tonight, while looking at a house that just went on the market in the area we're interested in, the following conversation occurred:

Me: "Why do you think the price is so low? Something has to be wrong with it. Maybe the roof needs repair?"
Chris: "It didn't have a ton of pictures on the site. Who knows? Maybe something happened this winter. BUT, did you see it has a pool?"
Me: "Yes. Which makes me wonder MORE why it's such a great price for such a nice house?"
Mags: "Maybe the pool has sharks?"

You never know.
We'll keep an eye out…just in case. 

Monday, February 17, 2014


Mags: "They look like gumballs for a giant…or a T. Rex!"
Me: "Do you think a T. Rex would have chewed gum?"
Mags: "Yes. Can you imagine his breath after he ate a Stegosaurus? GROSS!"
Me: "Good point."

Saturday, February 15, 2014


In the interest of saving time, Michele and I are employing an old writer's trick for our KetchupWithUs link-up parties. We set a timer for 10 minutes and start typing, literally writing about whatever pops into our heads for that time period. Then, we hit "publish." Feel free to use the same idea for your post OR link up whatever you want. 

Easiest. Link-up. Evah. Aaaaaaand ….. go!

Soooooo, I have 10 minutes of your almost undivided attention. I'm a mom…who tries to have phone conversations…I know it's not your FULL, undivided attention. Just appease me a little and nod your head every so often. Deal? Perfect. 

Snow. It's the word that is flooding my Facebook page. Pictures of adorable children frolicking in the snow, building snow huts or drinking hot chocolate. Rosy red cheeks are out in full force. Speaking of sweet things, I was awoken this morning by the sweet smell of chocolate and peanut butter on the breath of my children. They were ecstatic that gigantic Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Hearts were on their place mats. Taped to each of these hearts were notes that let them know they could each eat HALF of their chocolate peanut butter goodness for pre-breakfast treats. A little hors d'oeuvres, if you will. 

Side note: Michele is texting me…knowing that I'm trying to type for 10 minutes straight. 

Anyhoo…we, as a family, were productive today. We packed more boxes. I cleaned out my closet…and I'm still here to talk about it. That thing had 10 years worth of memories jam packed inside of it. I found  multiple school art projects that I thought needed to be saved among other mementos. I found my lost black shoe that has been missing since 2009 and a positive pregnancy test labeled "second baby 2007." I totally cried. Sap! 

Oh my goodness, I have 32 seconds left. Now I know how my poor students feel. THE PRESSURE! I have to fill it with something. And now we're down to 12. Do I count down…or just end the sentence right now? What else can I fit in here? I threw away bath toys today. Finished…..BEEEEEEEP! 

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Friday, February 7, 2014


Mags: "Holy moly, I just 'woked' up and I'm already super duper tired again."

I've been feeling a little bit guilty. Yes, I know, big surprise there. You can take the girl out of the Catholic, but you can't take the Catholic out of the girl…or something like that. But, I really have been feeling this way since mid-August when I began my new job.  I hit the ground running in that high school and it's been a steady uphill climb ever since. 

Raise your hand if you can relate. 

Raise your hand if you can't fathom that it's already FEBRUARY! 

To be fair, January was a series of snow days sprinkled with some delays and topped with a few consecutive days of school. This year has been a wild ride and it's not about to brake anytime soon. Due to how the time disapparated before my very eyes, I've allowed some things to slide. Writing consistently has been one of them. And I've missed it. Terribly. 

I've struggled with different ways to balance my schedule better. I've wrangled with how to fit everything into my day. I've mourned for the former days that included a Mags and Tuck filled day. I've pulled myself up by the bootstraps and given myself a good, stern talking to.  And then, just as I started to sink down into the doldrums again, I was struck with some wisdom (from my OWN head).

QUICK! Let me share it before this thought's shelf-life expires. 

My life could be compared to making dinner. I have quite a few pots boiling, like any other person out there. I've always used all the burners on the stove, but have constantly switched my pots around based on their needs.  I've had to decide when to turn up the heat and when to allow something to simmer for a bit. But, just like how I learned which pots need my immediate attention when cooking, I've had to give myself a break. Was I fantastic at balancing all the pots on the stove? HECK NO! In fact, each one of them boiled over quite a few times. And just like anything else in life, I turned down the heat, cleaned up the mess and tried a new configuration. My sanity depended on it. 

So, for now, while work and family are the most needy and delicate dishes I have right in front of me, other things will be stirred intermittently. 

I just need to set three timers, write myself seven sticky notes and tie ten strings on each of my fingers…but I promise I won't forget. 


Saturday, February 1, 2014


It's that time of year when a line is drawn in your house.  Those who can speak the language of football fluently and those who can't. I often find there's really no in between. You can't fake football. There is no "No hablo futbol." Mainly because futbol means soccer in Spain, but also because it's not universal. 

However, I totally appreciate the effort. So when your friend yells out "Kick the ball through the thing!", that's a pretty good indicator that they don't have a clue. You should totally give that friend <cough Michele cough> a hug and tell them the commercials will be on soon. OR, they could pass the time by joining our Twitter Party,  #FootballForWomen. Michele will be tweeting about the colors and I will be grossing out about how the quarterback constantly licks his hands before and after touching the ball. Can you say FLU season? Just follow the hashtag and come laugh with us from Kickoff to Kickdown.  Errr…or when the men stop yelling at the talking box.

All levels of watching experience are welcome. And, hey! While you're here, link up a post, ANY post! Just be sure once you link it you scream, "TOUCHDOWN, BABY!" and then do a funny little dance and smack somone else's butt.  Okay, fine, skip the dance. Just link-up, share and #KetchupWithUs! 

See you soon! 

For now, we're just running a good, old-fashioned blog hop. The overhead is much lower and it's the only way Michele could secure our liquor license. So pull out something you want to share, show off or expose and link 'er up at the linky below. Oh, and be sure to visit some of your fellow linkers and say hi. There are scads of truly awesome people in this little community of ours. 

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A Zamzee Giveaway

These three words really speak to me as mom, a wife and a woman. Taking care of myself is often overlooked as I run through the day at a break-neck pace. One more thing on my to do list often puts me over my very thin sane edge. But what if there was an incentive to motivate you to measure your activity AND you had help to manage all the data? Well, you can! At Zamzee.  

Zamzee is a meter that measures activity and makes moving fun. The Zamzee website provides different challenges where you can "BRING IT." Each challenge is set by time, pointz and zams. Zams are the currency that allow you to earn prizes from their site for being active. It's as easy as that. There are a variety of different challenges that you can choose from to cater to your pace and level of activity for the day.  

Zamzee allows our family to work as a team or give each other a little healthy competition. In order to earn something we all want from the site, we motivate each other to keep on moving. Currently our family is having a blast playing the game, Skylanders. Guess what? You can earn Skylander characters with zams at Zamzee! We're all pushing hard so we can each earn one. How cool, right? Check out how our family does it! 



Simply enter in the Rafflecopter 
below for a chance to win. 

Deadline is February 7th, 2014.
Good luck, guys! 

"After all, if you lead with fun, health will follow."