Strawberry Shortcake - The Nudist

As a kid, I grew up in the Ocean State. Ah, lil' Rhody with it's four hundred miles of beaches. Bet you didn't know that the smallest state in the country could boast so much coastline. We certainly had our pick of the beaches and of all those sandy strips my parents often chose the one that you actually had to strip at. That's right, a nude beach. Moonstone to be exact and I'm not trying to be funny.

Now a nature reserve for the piping plover or some such bird, Moonstone was a nude beach into the early 80's. As a small kid I didn't notice much of anything in the way of awkwardness I rather liked the whole no sand in the bathing britches factor and I was literally free to run around and play all day. Minus the fact that there were often few other children to play with it wasn't a bad beach. I would take my red backpack full of sand shovels, pails and Strawberry Shortcake dolls and follow my parents along the beach to the perfect blanket location. We'd set up for the day and I would take off whisking Shortcake, Huckleberry and Apple Dumpling off to exotic ocean side locales. Barbies were not for the beach but Strawberry went everywhere with me.

One day, as I sat on my parents blanket eating a sandy sandwich I realized something. Shortcake and company was missing! Where had she gone? My father piped in that she was probably by the shoreline where I had left her. I ran down to see only to discover that while Shortcake, Apple Dumpling and Huckleberry were all still sitting in the sand and basking in the sun, there clothes were no longer there. They had been washed out to sea! Gone. Forever. Not a trace of them was left behind. Not an apron, rubber shoe or poufy hat could be found. I was devastated. It was one thing for my parents and I to be naked, but it was quite another for Strawberry Shortcake.

While my mother bought replacement clothes they were never the same original outfits and the dolls never quite seemed the same to my anal-everything-must-be-right-self. From there on out I forever thought of Strawberry and friends as nudists.

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Friday Roundup and the Vindicative B

So we have a bit of a situation here. Or we did last night. Our dog is a vindictive little B*tch. Hey, I can call her that. She's a girl! She peed on the bed.

Truthfully, you could see it coming.

H promised her a night of snuggling on the couch while he read and I went to hang with the girls. With TD tucked in for the night I'm sure that Lex was thinking she had H and the couch all wrapped up.

Except she didn't.

H decided to read alone.

The dog? No comprende.

So she pissed on the bed. Right in his spot.

I came home to no mattress pad, new sheets and a pile of pee-soaked blankets on the bedroom floor. Oh and one dog in a crate in the nether regions of the basement.

The laundry machine has been going for quite some time.

I'm over here today blogging about shoes. If you haven't entered the contest below- you should! 8GB flash drive? Holy Schnikes! You have to go for it. I'm giving away 8!!!

For Mom, for you, for everyone!

I'm teaming up with SanDisk this Mother's Day to offer you one great prize- The Cruzer Gator. This is one sweet flash drive too. The Cruzer Gator is stylish with its mock alligator design and cuts a unique profile in a purse, briefcase or wherever you want to store it. It looks good just sitting on your desk too. It is definitely not your standard corporate flash drive. It's 8GB! So you can upload and store not just documents but a whole slew of photos to share with friends and family for a long time.

So what's the catch?

It's simple really. Just send in your favorite photo of you and your mother (or mother figure) from any time, it doesn't have to be from a Mother's Day past. It can be sweet, touching, wacky or fun. Let us know why you love it too in just a few words. Don't have a photo of you and your mother you want to use? Then send a photo of you and your kids together that you particularly love. The same criteria applies.

There are many chances to win this great Mother's Day prize and I'll be posting up the winning photos on Friday, May 9.


Send all photos to veamason AT gmail DOT com.



Now to get you started is a favorite photo of my own. This is my mother holding a two week old TD for the first time. They kind of look alike don't they?

Anything You Can Do...

I can do better! Isn't that how the song goes? I would like to say that I excel at some manly type things but at the moment my brain is drawing a blank. Plus, things in our house are pretty equal.

We both clean just fine even if it is in our own little idiosyncratic ways that drive the other one nuts.

We both claim to drive better than the other. I at least have the driving record to prove it.

We can each make a mean dinner, breakfast or lunch.

Kid duties? We're even there too.

When we do home renovation projects we work together. Granted I shirk the whole power tool thing but it's just not my thing. I am pretty girly, I admit. I like to pick out the aesthetic items and I don't mind painting or digging in the dirt. I leave the caulking to H. I just don't have the patience. Maybe H should have written this post today so he could tell you the "manly" things I excel at. He says I'm a 'birthin champ' but I sometimes wonder if that is just because he could never do it.

Today's Blog Blast is all about what traditional male pursuits you excel at. PBN is giving away thirteen CarMD Handheld Testers (worth $90) to those who post their own pursuits on the site, where today it is all about Ask Patty. So tell us, what do you excel at in the "manly" category? Which really I don't think exists anymore. Not when I look at the women I know and listen to my readers comments.


*I'm giving away something too- just click here.

The G-Force Effect

I've created a new word. The G-Force Effect. After four days with her grandparents T.D. is truly living up to her name. That's right. The 'G' stands for grandparent.

Why does Momma want me to get dressed in under fifteen minutes when Mem allows me to take forty? Why can't we try every barrette and pair of socks or shoes or try on three pairs of pants and six shirts? Or brush our hair and teeth slower than molasses in January?

The G-Force Effect is always accompanied by a case of the why's and a serious bout of crying. Why can't we read eight books before nap time and twelve at bedtime? If I want to stay in the tub for over and hour and get to bed two hours late what is the problem with that Momma?

Yes, the G-Force Effect is in full effect in my house. I realized it first thing yesterday morning when T.D. refused to play in her room until 7:30 like she normally does. Nope. Nothing doing. The crocodile tears and full-on pout were in view in five seconds flat. I gave in yesterday deciding to pick my battles. Today? Today is a whole new ball game and Momma is back in the house.

I'm giving away TWO Mi-bags today over here. Hurry! They won't last!! The Mi-bag is one of the best products I've ever reviewed!

Now you know my secrets

So you are getting a meme. Feel free to laugh and mock at my answers all you want. Hey it was either this or I was going to have to tell you all about H's dead toenail. The one that he kept scratching last night as I tried to watch Medium.

Scritch, Scritch, Scritch... it was too awful.

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No, just victory. It was a victory in the family that I was a girl.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Tuesday night, sadly watching Scott Baio is 46 & pregnant- oh the shame.

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? For reals? I never thought about it. I'm still not thinking about it.

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? This is a question? Turkey but none of that smoked stuff. Plech!

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? I have a daughter. She is a tiny dictator.

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON who WOULD YOU BE? Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan. That way I could wear ridiculous clothing all the time that passes for fashion and people would make fun of me and my freaky boobs, have Barbie-like hair extensions, get in car wrecks with little to no repercussions and act stupid without a care in the world. Isn't that what real life is about?

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? What do you think? See answer to question 6.

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes. Why do you want them?

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? What did your mother tell you about the Brooklyn Bridge?

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Depends on my mood. If I don't care about the skin on the roof of my mouth then something sweet like Crunch Berries but if I'm healthy - Grape Nuts or Kashi. This is getting really personal isn't it?

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Only the ones without laces. Who made up this question? Is this information pertinent to anything or anyone?

12. DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG? Strong like bull, yes. I'm 130 soaking wet. But my mind can bend spoons.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Heavenly Hash, please don't call it Rocky Road it just doesn't taste as good.

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Whatever my gut instinct tells me to notice. Creepy or not creepy. Proceed or run screaming to alert the others.

15. RED OR PINK? Red or pink what? Candy? Balloons? Are we having a party? Is it shoes? A car? I sell Arbonne, not Mary Kay.

16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Lack of will power when it comes to the two "ch's"- chocolate and cheese. That and the fact that I fill out pointless memes.

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Myself in the mirror about every 30 minutes. Oh wait am I suppose to say someone in my house? Ok then, the third floor bathroom mirror gets the most action. I miss my reflection in that one the most. It's a really BIG mirror.

18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Sure, because we all have oodles of time and I like to know whether or not I'm hanging out with people who get all crazy and take their shoes off without undoing the laces.

19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Oh the sad burning hot shame I have admitting this. Black yoga pants. They are maternity. The only maternity thing I still wear. They're wicked comfy, lay off!

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
A vitamin. It is how I stay 130 soaking wet. Kidding. A glass of water. What? It is 7 a.m.! There will be coffee...

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Morning Talk Radio - you don't want to know who. Birds. T.D. doing some ritualistic dance up in her room to a Putumayo CD.

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Red. If you were my friend, would you send this? I didn't think so.

23. FAVORITE SMELL? Buttered Popcorn. Veggie Lasagna. The ocean. T.D.'s hair after a bath.

24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? H. No one EVER calls me.

25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I did, then she sent me some whacked out meme with ridiculously banal questions like, "if you were a crayon..." and I stupidly answered all of them.

26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Terps Basketball and hockey (but not on TV.

27. HAIR COLOR? You expect me to answer this? It is like the riddle of the sphinx!

28. EYE COLOR? Brown

29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yes, I'm legally blind.

30. FAVORITE FOOD? Too tough to answer. Chocolate, cheese, brocolli, the list goes on.

31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Scary movies scare me. Heh. Though I can watch 'The Shining' all day. Really. All day.

32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? I am Sam. I can never watch it without wincing though and having my heart break before the kid is even born.

33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? A pepto pink Avon Walk shirt.

34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer, livin' is easy.

35. HUGS OR KISSES? I'm a hugs girl.

36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Key lime pie or chocoate mousse. Don't try to serve me any of that rice pudding, bread pudding dessert unless you want to see me act like a two year old and get all bajiggity on your butt for serving me "fake" dessert.

Questions 37 & 38 have been deleted because they were more boring than that time you tried to read, War & Peace.

39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? I lost count of my books... Your Child's Strengths (its a review), Forgive Me, Alva & Consuelo Vanderbilt, Edith Wharton biography

Ditto for question 40.

41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LATE LAST NIGHT? Medium off the DVR, a few bits of Terps basketball before I caved and headed to bed.

42. FAVORITE SOUND. The ocean. What? Were you expecting something else like a typical mommyblogger answer: My child's laugh....

43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? I'm a rabid Paul McCartney geek, the Beatles. Though I've seen the Stones in concert and they aren't half bad. I love Charlie.

44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Paris, France which felt pretty homey to me.

45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I hear and see dead people. I totally predicted Pink announcing her separation from Corey Hart the day before. I awkwardly blurted it out at the gym. Everyone stared. I felt vindicated the next day at the gym when it was announced on E. I rock!

Okay... a real one? Writing.

46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Woonsocket

47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Seriously? People probably stopped reading this at question 4. Whoever answers back wins a prize pack of beauty supplies. Really. I have loads of products I would love to hand over. Some come and get'em!

Damn this Consistency Thing Called Parenting

I knew it would be hard. I knew there would be sleepless nights, bad diapers, crying jags and sickness. I knew that some days I would just want to throw in the towel. That I would flop down on the couch too exhausted to even watch 'The Riches'. But really? I just never knew parenting could be this hard. This exhausting. That the amount of consistency that is needed would be this constant.

Call me a moron right now ladies and gentlemen, but damn toddlerhood is tiring. Parenting is exhausting. The energy factor alone can be daunting but when they get in that Rain Man mode of repeating things with the exact same pitch in each word each and EVERY time they say it (which would be 80 times in a 30-second span) no one told me that you would want to run screaming out the front door.

No one told me that my daughter would say to me, "NO! MOMMA! STAY BYE BYE!" as I re-enter a room. That hurt. She actually tried to push me back into the bathroom and kept telling me to "stay bye-bye". Then shut the door in my face. Sure, I knew there would be meltdowns and she would form her own style of resistance but not every day all day. I sometimes feel like I'm in some government test where I'm in the race of my life and behind some mirror in my house scientists and behaviorists are observing just how far I can be pushed.

She is not only a rambunctious little girl prone to black eyes, cuts and other assorted scrapes but she has a set of vocal chords on her that sometimes make the neighborhood dogs begin to wail. It probably wasn't the best idea to teach her what a dolphin says, I realize that in hindsight. She loves to tell me 'No!' and throw fits when she doesn't get her way. All normal toddler behavior. I suppose I could just let her go too. I could give in and give her what she wants and feed her that third cookie just to keep her quiet. I could buy her the little crap toys she wants just to shut her up when we are at that big beautiful red box of a store and all I want is to look at a set of sheets longer than in drive-by mode. I suppose I could do all that. Yet it makes my blood boil when I hear parents say, "In our house, No, is negotiable." That is madness right there. Madness.

Except then she becomes an adolescent, a teen, and then an ever-more free-loading bratty young adult who wants to move back home. Who expects us to pay for EVERYTHING. One who demands it all for nothing. Who thinks the world owes them when all they did was simply wake up another day and put clothes on that they didn't even earn. Hells NO! I cannot be that type of parent. I can't be a push over parent. I can easily say that I agree with Lindsay and this post of hers.

While sometimes it is harder (who am I kidding?! It is always harder) to be tough and not give in all the time. I would rather be sweating bullets in the grocery store dealing with the death looks of other patrons as my child melts down because I won't let her lob cheese at passersby than give in. Being tough now is way easier than being tough later when your child looks at you with little to no respect.



Doing my part in consistent parenting I am having a giveaway on the reviews site. Check it out now!

Tarzhay Drapes = Freedom

T.D. has been at Nana's since Tuesday. It's always weird when she is gone. The days fly by. H & I don't know what to do with ourselves and the house feels too quiet. At the same time though I've had concentrated times to work and download useless songs on my Ipod (I went a little Depeche Mode crazy yesterday). We miss her but there is something to be said for all this-

Wandering through Target with only my purse. I spent twenty minutes just looking at drapes. I wandered through every department actually looking at things and processing information. The light I want for our bathroom? I STILL remember the price and I didn't even have to write it down! What's more? I didn't buy a thing! I walked out of Tarzhay with nada. That is a feat or a miracle unto itself!

Ulta. Found some fun things for giveaways. Actually took the time to browse and find items that weren't junk. Kick ass!

Tweezed eyebrows. Removed nail polish. Applied face mask (it's work I'm reviewing it!) and listened to a book on tape all at once. It's like a fantasy is taking place in my house.

The ability to make unlimited and banal calls to make appointments without a screaming child in the background.

Picking up and just leaving to work somewhere other than the dining room table, floor, couch or bedroom.

Where was I at 6:35 on a Wednesday night? The movies. Seeing Juno. Bliss!

OK. I'll stop. I miss my girl. I miss her funny little dances and her propensity for running in circles and barking orders at the dog. Yet, I need this time. I am working like mad and it feels great!




I'm in a generous mood today so I'm giving away a Nankeen Ying bag. Head on over to Mummy's Product Reviews to find out the details on how you can get this incredibly cool and enviable bag with a computer sleeve.

What am I Thinking? I'm thinking No. Not Yet.

I had a dream last night that I was in labor. Labor in some horribly old, mad-scientist looking type of a hospital. I was not supposed to be there. The walls were dripping wet with condensation and the floor was incredibly filthy. I was not going to have my baby there. I was also beyond huge. I could barely walk.

When my water broke I looked at H all confused and said, "My leg is wet. Must be the dampness of this place." He looked at me like I was high on the smack. Then my legs gave out from under me. On the filthy, dirt-crusty floor I cried, "I cannot feel my legs! I am numb from the waist down and I haven't even had any drugs yet!" Anxiety? You could say that. I could blame it all on my brief glimpses of My Name is Earl last night or on one simple fact. I'm late. Like 10 days late. It's a freakin' PMS laden nightmare.

I do not normally discuss this type of stuff here it is just not my thing, but obviously this is getting to me. I've taken FIVE tests. All negative except for one invalid one. That one? It scared the bejeezus out of me. It just wouldn't register at all and I sat there blinking, willing it to do something. ANYTHING! The after about ten minutes I trashed it. Then, I whipped out another test and moved on. OK, I did go back later and check the invalid one again. Still blank. I took another test this morning, even trying another type, same outcome. Negative.

I have to say it was a relief. I had just told H, admitted really, that I'm just not there yet. Give me until BlogHer. I'll be ready by then. Right? I think so. I just need a bit more time. Because I'm clearly just not ready. Can I say it anymore? It is the one thing I realize more and more each day. I know I will be, when the time is right. My heart, mind and body still need to heal from some of the aftermath of the last pregnancy and its fallout. It was more traumatic and scarring than I realized or like to admit. After all I survived worse I thought. So why can't I just jump back on the pregnancy horse so to speak?

I should probably be reading this book. But when I place it in my cart over at Amazon I end up taking it out because again, I'm not ready to even read a freakin' book. This is harder than I thought to admit and not something I thought would happen. I figured after a calculated amount of time I would be ready for another child. I could just wing it or let it happen but for some reason I am not. I'm not and I feel like a villain. As if I'm taking something away from H, my family and his family. Like I'm some ice queen holding all the cards and power and I don't even want them. Perhaps I just need to hear that no one cares if we have another one. That it is not an issue and I can just let it fall away. It would stop sitting there in the back of my mind nagging at me too like some problem I can't solve.


On a whole other topic - Senseo wants you nice people to test out their merchandise so click here and get started on your pod coffee journey.

ALSO the wonderful group over at SVMomBlogs is looking for more NYCMom contributors. They want to launch the site soon and need more writers. So if you live in the New York area, blog and write please check this out and contact them. You would be joining a fabulous group of writers and bloggers. I love being a part of the DC site. You can even email Jill Asher herself at jillDOTasher AT gmail DOT com.

Need Something to Do?

Dear Readers,

I love you. I love that you stick by me, comment daily, and come back for more. It makes me feel that maybe I'm not so crazy thinking I can do this whole blogging thing. I value your opinions a lot and love to get feedback from you.

So why not fill out that fun and short (less than 10 questions!) survey over there under that cute Blogher ad. That's right. The one on the left. Just click it. Then drop me an email and let me know you've done so. One lucky reader will get a fun surprise package from me!

Because so far what I've learned from readers is that you love giveaways! Which I have weekly over at my other site which has more than just kid DVDs by the way.


What can you win? Well, just some of the following fun things:

Full size Intelligence body lotion
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And more....it's a $150 dollar value. The drawing will be held on Dec. 1 so get started on that survey and drop me a line. And any of you readers who make things and want to get some free advertising email me (veamason at gmail DOT com) and we can either set up a review or add one of your items into this giveaway!

Blog Blast! My Ultimate Beauty Blunder

Green hair,Orange Hair,Gray Hair-It is all the same. Bad.

It was late at night. I was alone. My roommates were all gone. My boyfriend was out of town. It was just me and a box of Feria, the newest at home hair coloring kit on the market. The platinum blonde color oh so tempting. I just had to try it. It called to me from the shelves of CVS and I snatched it up and brought it home. Like a junkie in its paper bag I scurried into the bathroom to begin taking my already blonde and ultra highlighted locks even more blonde.

Around 11 p.m. I found myself coughing and running from the bathroom, the scent of bleach was so strong. There might have been some tingling. I can’t be sure. My brain has blocked out so much of the impending trauma. When I finally rinsed out the dye and put on the super softening conditioner I had such high hopes. I would be the blondest blonde in town. My almost-white due would evoke Marilyn Monroe memories. I would be stunning. Sexy and beautiful, a woman to be reckoned with and my boyfriend would not know what to do with this brand new woman. As I toweled off and looked in the mirror something looked wrong. Very wrong. My hair was not blonde, not even a bit. Instead it was orange. My once sunny blonde locks were now the color of a pumpkin. I screamed. I cried. Alone in my dark apartment just me and some seriously fried harsh looking hair. It was a true nightmare.

I called my Mom begging for the number of my cousin who is a stylist. She promptly called me back telling me to do nothing. Don’t touch a thing but the buttons on a phone to call a hair salon. Only a team of professionals could fix this mess. If I tried to dye it back myself it would only damage my hair more. I was distraught. I fixed a strong drink and vowed to go to a salon first thing in the morning. The next morning I woke up ashamed. My roommates could not stop laughing. I was even more mortified and distraught upon seeing the streaky orange locks in the broad daylight. I shoved my nasty burnt hair into a ball cap and trudged to the nearest salon that had an opening.

At the salon I reluctantly showed them my mess. They shook their heads sadly saying the see it all the time, these silly girls who mess with professional strength color without any thought to the damage it can cause. This would take some time. Did I understand that I would not be blonde anymore? Yes. Did I understand they would have to strip my color and I wouldn’t be any color? Gulp. Uh sure. No!!! WHAT? I just kept my mouth shut and let the professionals do their jobs. Three hours later I emerged from the salon chair with a grayish green mess. It wasn’t orange but it wasn’t anything. I looked like a sea witch. A Medusa in training. I was heartbroken. I trudged home, head hanging in shame, $200 poorer.

Later my boyfriend (now H)stopped by. He took the baseball cap off my head and said, “Uh it’s sort of green or gray. I can’t really tell. It’s like the absence of color yet every color! What were you thinking?” I don’t know! To this day I don’t know. Did I do it again? You betcha! A year later I was in a whole other salon asking them to turn my streaked mess of a head back into a blonde mess tout suite! I had a plane to catch to my parent’s house and I sure as hell wasn’t going to show up with another messy dye job. My mother wearing that ‘I told you so’ face. That was the last time I dyed my hair at home though. I walked out blonde again but it was five hours later and I was $300 lighter in the wallet that time. I vowed as God as my witness with all the Scarlett O’Hara in me that I would never dye my hair at home again!

Luckily no photos of this trauma exsist. For more hilarious and cringe-worthy beauty mishaps visit PBN. Pictures will be there! PLUS an incredible contest celebrating the arrival of one FAB book, Beauty Confidential by Nadine Haobsh a beauty expert herself with loads of things to share.

HERE ARE THE RULES AND THE PRIZES!!!!

Tell us about your biggest beauty blunder!

What can you win? The entire list of beauty editor must haves on pages 12-14 of Beauty Confidential:

NARS blush in Orgasm
Terax Original Crema intensive conditioner
Essie Mademoiselle and OPI I'm Not Really a Waitress nail polish
Mario Badescu Drying Potion
Shu Uemura eyelash curler
Bumble and bumble Does It All styling spray
Cetaphil face wash
Kiehl's Lip Balm #1
Lancome Definicils mascara
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Lancome Flash Bronzer Instant Colour Self-Tanning Leg Gel
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Giveaway Time!

Head on over to Mummy's Product Reviews for some great new items in the Fun Finds, new reviews (think organic t's and DVD's and more!) plus I'm giving away a DVD of Maggie and the Ferocious Beast just in time for Halloween!

Giveaway Time!

Mummy's just giving stuff away today! Check out her reviews for details and get yourself a pair of back to school barrettes and more!

Giveaway Monday's

New reviews up on Mummy's Product Reviews! I'm giving stuff away so check it out!!!

Oh yeah and if you haven't heard of her already, check out Jen Lancaster's new website. this post is still making me laugh.