May Your Teeth Be Merry Contest

Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.

I have to get back out there.

It’s been months now since I’ve gone out solo. Nights on the town used to be my forte back in the childless days. I’d come home from work, spend the evening taking a beauty nap and then pop up at 9:00 p.m. ready to hit the city lights, the bars and the men.

I’d travel lightly and keep my plans loose, flowing wherever the evening sent me. I’d spend the next morning sleeping in and lounging in front of the TV curled up in a warm blanket. Usually I’d pick up a magazine, paint my nails and call whoever I’d been out with the night before to reminisce or tell tall tales of what really amounted to nothing at all.

That girl is gone.

But all of the cute vintage purses and high heels she collected are still here, like little ghosts hiding in my closet – but every once in a while, I find the energy to wake them up.

Tomorrow night will be one of those nights.

I have two parties – both for some of my closest friends – so there will be no copping out, no playing of the single mom card and no curfew to meet (my best friend, Mia, will be watching Benjamin) unless I impose one on myself. A hang over or a sleepless night can set me back for days.

I will try to leave my guilt (for neglecting work, my messy house and Benjamin at home.) It is the holidays… and besides every girl, especially this girl, has got to live it up every once in a while…
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.

I have to get back out there.

It’s been months now since I’ve gone out solo. Nights on the town used to be my forte back in the childless days. I’d come home from work, spend the evening taking a beauty nap and then pop up at 9:00 p.m. ready to hit the city lights, the bars and the men.

I’d travel lightly and keep my plans loose, flowing wherever the evening sent me. I’d spend the next morning sleeping in and lounging in front of the TV curled up in a warm blanket. Usually I’d pick up a magazine, paint my nails and call whoever I’d been out with the night before to reminisce or tell tall tales of what really amounted to nothing at all.

That girl is gone.

But all of the cute vintage purses and high heels she collected are still here, like little ghosts hiding in my closet – but every once in a while, I find the energy to wake them up.

Tomorrow night will be one of those nights.

I have two parties – both for some of my closest friends – so there will be no copping out, no playing of the single mom card and no curfew to meet (my best friend, Mia, will be watching Benjamin) unless I impose one on myself. A hang over or a sleepless night can set me back for days.

I will try to leave my guilt (for neglecting work, my messy house and Benjamin at home.) It is the holidays… and besides every girl, especially this girl, has got to live it up every once in a while…

I have to get back out there.

It’s been months now since I’ve gone out solo. Nights on the town used to be my forte back in the childless days. I’d come home from work, spend the evening taking a beauty nap and then pop up at 9:00 p.m. ready to hit the city lights, the bars and the men.

I’d travel lightly and keep my plans loose, flowing wherever the evening sent me. I’d spend the next morning sleeping in and then lounging in front of the TV curled up in a warm blanket. Usually I’d pick up a magazine, paint my nails and call whoever I’d been out with the night before to reminisce or tell tall tales of what really amounted to nothing at all.

That girl is gone.

But all of the cute vintage purses and high heels she collected are still here, like little ghosts hiding in my closet – but every once in a while, I find the energy to wake them up.

Tomorrow night will be one of those nights.

I have two parties to attend, both for two of my closest friends – so there will be no copping out, no playing of the single mom card. And my best friend, Mia, will be watching Benjamin so there will be no curfew. Unless I impose one on myself, knowing that a hang over or a sleepless night can set me back for days.

I will try to leave my guilt (for neglecting work, my messy house and Benjamin at home.) It is the holidays… and besides every girl, especially this girl, has got to live it up every once in a while…
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.
Sometimes everything catches up with me.

Dating Mr. Man took the wind out of me on a number of levels, namely on my schedule. I barely have enough extra time in the day as it is. On top of my full-time job I write this blog and a few others. It’s my choice. And I wouldn’t trade blogging for the world – it’s just everything else. The cleaning, the grocery shopping – oh, yeah – and that whole child-rearing thing. Between it all there really isn’t much time left over.

In this moment my apartment is a mess (as it always is now that Benjamin can tear a room apart quicker than I can clean one), my refrigerator is bare if you don’t count the rotting mystery containers of left overs and my legs are hairy. Yes. My legs are hairy. Showers come once every few days still. Sleeping in is never, ever an option.

But you know what’s really funny? Maybe not funny but just plain surreal… I can’t imagine it any other way. The thought or even the vision of having help doesn’t enter my mind anymore. It did at the beginning… I used to day dream about a Him. A Mr. Husband Man.

I’m not saying I’ve given up, I just don’t pine for it anymore. A man takes time. A relationship takes time. How does one fit it all in?

How do those married moms do it?

Now that is an interesting thought. Here’s another one for you… with all of that said – the best part about being a single mom is that we get to choose a father for our child after we’ve already had one. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But think about it… you never know what is going to happen to a man after he becomes a father. How will he shape up? How will he deal? There’s no way of knowing – unless you’re a single mom. We have a built-in good dad/bad dad radar.

The times of the Scarlet Letter are gone. Thankfully, we live in a culture accepting of differences (at least in my generation). And we also now have a president who was raised by a single mom. The fact that I am a mother has never kept good men away – only the jerks, and who needs them anyway.

Like my friend’s boyfriend told me the other night, “it’s just expected now that if you’re dating – some women have kids.” But there is one practical matter at hand – how do we find the time in our schedule or in our hearts to actually let one in?

I’m rambling. And I know I just threw a lot of thoughts out there but I’ve been meaning to jot them down for a while. I’m also slightly burnt out…my apologies.

Stay tuned this weekend because I have a HUGE prize to give away. I’m so excited about it… I just love giving you things, wish I could give one to each and every one of you.

I have to get back out there.

It’s been months now since I’ve gone out solo. Nights on the town used to be my forte back in the childless days. I’d come home from work, spend the evening taking a beauty nap and then pop up at 9:00 p.m. ready to hit the city lights, the bars and the men.

I’d travel lightly and keep my plans loose, flowing wherever the evening sent me. I’d spend the next morning sleeping in and lounging in front of the TV curled up in a warm blanket. Usually I’d pick up a magazine, paint my nails and call whoever I’d been out with the night before to reminisce or tell tall tales of what really amounted to nothing at all.

That girl is gone.

But all of the cute vintage purses and high heels she collected are still here, like little ghosts hiding in my closet – but every once in a while, I find the energy to wake them up.

Tomorrow night will be one of those nights.

I have two parties – both for some of my closest friends – so there will be no copping out, no playing of the single mom card and no curfew to meet (my best friend, Mia, will be watching Benjamin) unless I impose one on myself. A hang over or a sleepless night can set me back for days.

I will try to leave my guilt (for neglecting work, my messy house and Benjamin at home.) It is the holidays… and besides every girl, especially this girl, has got to live it up every once in a while…

I have to get back out there.

It’s been months now since I’ve gone out solo. Nights on the town used to be my forte back in the childless days. I’d come home from work, spend the evening taking a beauty nap and then pop up at 9:00 p.m. ready to hit the city lights, the bars and the men.

I’d travel lightly and keep my plans loose, flowing wherever the evening sent me. I’d spend the next morning sleeping in and then lounging in front of the TV curled up in a warm blanket. Usually I’d pick up a magazine, paint my nails and call whoever I’d been out with the night before to reminisce or tell tall tales of what really amounted to nothing at all.

That girl is gone.

But all of the cute vintage purses and high heels she collected are still here, like little ghosts hiding in my closet – but every once in a while, I find the energy to wake them up.

Tomorrow night will be one of those nights.

I have two parties to attend, both for two of my closest friends – so there will be no copping out, no playing of the single mom card. And my best friend, Mia, will be watching Benjamin so there will be no curfew. Unless I impose one on myself, knowing that a hang over or a sleepless night can set me back for days.

I will try to leave my guilt (for neglecting work, my messy house and Benjamin at home.) It is the holidays… and besides every girl, especially this girl, has got to live it up every once in a while…

Because healthy teeth rock and so does Christmas…

Prize #1: The smartest toothbrush you’ll ever meet.

An Oral-B Triumph 9900 with Smart Guide Wireless Technology.

The nice people at Oral-B heard about how much I love my Panasonic and thought they’d try to convert me to the new Triumph. I said – sure I’ll try it – but only if I can give one away to my fabulous readers. They said “of course!” Sweet.

This little robot toothbrush creature thing retails for $149.99 but you can grab it at Amazon for $104.99 or better yet, win it here.

Mine showed up on my doorstep today and I think it’s watching me.

Seriously.

I now have a cyborg in my bathroom.

The toothbrush actually communicates wirelessly with a little timer that alerts you when to brush a new area of your mouth and changes modes depending on the sensitivity of your teeth or the overall gunkiness of your mouth. The little timer thing also tells you if you’re applying too much pressure (something I apparently do to my mouth and the men I date). AND – get this – it comes with a little blue container cyber bed coffin.

Basically, with this puppy, your teeth are going to be super, super clean and sparkling white. If you can get past the fact that your tooth brush could be smarter than you are…

Prize #2: A $20.00 Macy’s gift card.

Macy’s is testing the nation’s Christmas spirit this year and giving up to $1,000,000 to the Make-A-Wish Foundation. To participate have your little ones write a letter to Santa, bring it into Macy’s and they’ll donate $1.00 to the Make-A-Wish Foundation. (They’ll also mail the letter to the North Pole)

How to win:

There are a few ways to enter…

1. If you use Twitter copy and paste this Tweet: @mssinglemama I just entered Ms. Single Mama’s Kick Ass Christmas Contest, you can too http://tinyurl.com/7f2h7g

For the Tweeters [you may want to come back and leave a comment that you posted a Tweet, just in case I don’t get my @ reply – Twitter has been funny with that lately. And feel free to edit out the words “Kick Ass”]

2. If you don’t use Twitter, leave a comment telling me what you would name your cyborg toothbrush if you won. I have named mine Mr. Bristles.

I’ll be pulling names randomly. The prizes are seperate so we’ll have two winners! Whoot, whoot! I LOVE giving you all prizes – seriously, this is my new favorite hobby.

Deadline to enter December 25, 2008 – Midnight (ET)

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Erin December 20, 2008 at 3:10 pm

I would name it Spock. I don’t think he was a cyborg..but whatever.

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Erin December 20, 2008 at 3:38 pm

I would name mine Mr. Putzen. Putzen is the german verb for “to clean”. I know. I AM a dork!

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Dawn December 20, 2008 at 4:24 pm

Tweet tweet tweet

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Angie December 20, 2008 at 4:26 pm

Well, that didn’t work! – A.N.G.I,E

Artificial Networked Galactic Infiltration Entity

🙂

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Bad Mummy December 20, 2008 at 4:56 pm

I am far too amused by your writing today. Is something in the air?

I’d be quite afraid to bring some a contraption into my life. I mean, The Former Mister nagged me about pressure and I got rid of him for a reason.

But if such a thing were to grace my bathroom, I think I’d call it Mr Fresh. ADORE that fresh feeling post-teeth brushing. I don’t know why it’s Mr. The shape of it, I suppose…

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K December 20, 2008 at 5:33 pm

How about a first and last name: “GOOD VIBRATIONS”

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Dawn December 20, 2008 at 6:28 pm

I think we might like to know how well it vibrates.

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Erin December 20, 2008 at 7:12 pm

Hmm…I’m thinking Mr. Sparkles because (hopefully) it will leave my teeth sparkling clean! So lame, I know, but I’m currently creatively drained.

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Kat December 20, 2008 at 7:20 pm

I Twittered it, and I think I would name it Locutus.

In Star Trek, when Jean Luc Picard was assimilated and became a Borg, he was renamed Locutus.

Yes, perfect name for such an incredibly sophisticated toothbrush.

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B. Ashful December 20, 2008 at 7:59 pm

I would name it DILDO – Dental Information Learning Device Organizer.

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single mom with tiny tot December 20, 2008 at 9:00 pm

Fred.

Because I’m that uncreative.

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Laura December 20, 2008 at 9:53 pm

I would name it Mr. Oral-Beautiful 🙂

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Apples December 20, 2008 at 10:26 pm

I just tweeted (??) you…. I am pretty new at this whole twitter thing so I hope I did it right. 😛 So how is your little cyborg treating you? I am seriously thinking of getting something like this for my daughter who thinks its a race and says DONE after brushing for maybe 2 seconds. 😛

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Sheila December 21, 2008 at 12:00 am

I would name mine “savior” since it’s been forever since I’ve been to the dentist! Sad, but true!

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Carolyn December 21, 2008 at 5:23 am

I would name mine Mr. Clean… and I would sing the “Mr Clean! Mr Clean!” song to it daily.

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Matt T. December 21, 2008 at 6:20 am

I have Tweeted as well, MSM!

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Lisa D December 21, 2008 at 9:08 am

I would name it Adrian.

Boring, I know, but I named my iPod Nano Pete a few years ago, and it goes well w/ Adrian. People think it’s hilarious/crazy that I named my iPod, but I was training for a marathon so was running A LOT… and I thought it sounded better to say I was going for a run w/ Pete…

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Mommaliss December 21, 2008 at 9:57 am

Um… I was trying to come up with a witty spin off of “B.O.B.” but I can’t seem to succeed. It does vibrate and is used in an orifice, though as much as I like clean teeth I don’t actually think that would make me “O” :~)

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Savored Life December 21, 2008 at 10:15 am

I will love him and hug him and kiss him & name him Buzz.

(then give to my oldest child…cuz I have the new Sonicare and I LOVE that thing…)

;D

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Zoeyjane December 21, 2008 at 10:56 am

This little guy sounds awesome! I’d name it Richard. Because I have a authority complex and consider anyone who tells me what to do a dick 😉

Off to tweet!

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mssinglemama December 21, 2008 at 11:33 am

Hey everyone I’m also going to use this post to log the Tweeters who have entered… so far I have:

@zoeyjane
@fortran
@mskat
@hopelesslydeb
@hermalina
@phalangie9
@morninmom

If I missed you please leave a comment. Loving the names so far… keep ’em coming.

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Apples December 21, 2008 at 12:28 pm

@MommyApples 😉 *Guess I might not have done it right lol

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xDrGirlFriendx December 21, 2008 at 2:23 pm

Hey I entered Ms Single Mama!

Merry Christmas!

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Candy December 21, 2008 at 4:17 pm

Mine would be… the Blanchinator… (blanchir – in French – means to whiten…)

And each morning and evening after I brush my teeth, I’ll warn him in my most Arnoldy voice that… “I’ll be back!”

Hee hee… corny, I know… but if I win, I can’t wait to tell my French students stories about him!

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mystwitch December 21, 2008 at 7:08 pm

twittered and I would name it Buzzzzzzz :0)

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julie December 22, 2008 at 9:51 am

Ooooo, a contest!

I would name it Percival. I don’t find this in the least bit ridiculous, by the way. I already name everything.

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shani December 22, 2008 at 9:56 am

I think a good name would be….

Whitey.

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Nancy December 22, 2008 at 10:29 am

How about Buzz? Thats pretty lame i know but was all I could think of…

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Jenn December 22, 2008 at 11:24 am

twittered and would name it Spencer

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pt-LawMom December 22, 2008 at 12:44 pm

I was going to Tweet this weekend but forgot. Can’t from work. I would name it Mr. Med Blocker because maybe it would slow down the rate of decay in my mouth, which they tell me is from the IV iron treatments I was on as well as the anti-seizure meds I take. I brush and floss constantly but have 5 fillings since last checkup 6 months ago, 2 that require root canal. Fun!

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Jojo's Mama December 22, 2008 at 5:56 pm

Ummm I’d Name It Mc Fresh’n…. OOOH YEAH!

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ModernSingleMomma December 22, 2008 at 7:14 pm

I’d name him Kiss My Mouth Machine. 😉

My toothbrush gizmo has seen its last days. I want to try yours now!

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Ms. Florida Transplant December 23, 2008 at 8:32 am

I’d name it Flash!

Nice prize!

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Kelly December 23, 2008 at 11:00 am

Consider yourself twittered!

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Tami December 23, 2008 at 1:09 pm

Scrub-A-Dub….sounds like a good name to me….
awesome contest Ms. Single Mama!!!

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mssinglemama December 23, 2008 at 3:20 pm

And on Twitter we have:

@BuffyFan30
@hermalina
@buddhataxi
@lauriejean
@mystwitch
@Mom_N_Motion
@xDrGirlfriendx

Tks for entering everyone! Contest still open until Christmas night at Midnight…

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christine December 23, 2008 at 5:30 pm

tweeted!

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Calleah December 23, 2008 at 9:31 pm

Tweeted 🙂

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Julie December 24, 2008 at 9:45 am

I would name the toothbrush Mr. Clean, so I could hum the song as I brushed. Merry Christmas!

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Dawn December 24, 2008 at 10:25 am

Okay, here it goes after a few days of deep contemplation. I really only have to consider what’s happening in my bathroom at the moment, that’s all. My entry has much to do with my shower head. I’ve named him, “Peter.” With this in mind I believe the only logical choice for this brilliant and innovative tooth brushing machine would be (should be) “Paul.”

I’m chucking with delight at the thought of these brothers, Peter and Paul, waiting for me in there everyday!

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Heather December 24, 2008 at 11:10 am

Lightning McClean

Heh.

Merry, merry Christmas!

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Angel December 24, 2008 at 12:06 pm

Hm…… maybe TORGA (for Tooth ORGAsm). LOL
I know it sucks, but it’s the best I could come up with. Those before me have ROCKED on the naming!
Angel

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B December 24, 2008 at 10:44 pm

White Christmas : )

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Alexis December 24, 2008 at 11:13 pm

Mr. Younger Teeth

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Rebecca December 25, 2008 at 1:20 am

Sparkly white !

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LTP December 25, 2008 at 2:02 pm

The Associate…..

As in “I have a meeting with my Associate”….some true “face time”…..

Okay….time for a glass of wine, LOL. I’m cracking myself up to keep from crying….my kids just left to spend the rest of the day and weekend with their dad.

Sigh. And Sniffle.

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LTP December 25, 2008 at 2:03 pm

BTW, I have changed my email address….and my blog is still up and running! My dad gave me a journal today and I thought to myself, “Isn’t this what my blog is for? Journaling? ” : )

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sortasinglemama December 25, 2008 at 3:40 pm

I would name it MaiZino, which means mother of the teeth in Shona (my babies’ other native language). 🙂

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mssinglemama December 25, 2008 at 7:00 pm

These names are CRACKING me up… thanks for entering everyone and good luck! Only 3 more hours left to enter…

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Nina December 25, 2008 at 7:36 pm

probably Szzzzzzzzzzzzzz because that is the sound we (my son and i) make when we brush our teeth….

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Jaime @ Just Add Laughter December 25, 2008 at 7:46 pm

I tweeted!!

I think I would name him Dr. Smile

LOL

that’s lame, I know.

but I NEED this!!!

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Ms. Single Mama December 26, 2008 at 2:55 pm

Contest is closed!

I wish I could give one to each and every one of you…. I’m going to pull the name randomly and will announce the winners soon.

Thanks everyone for entering.

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PT-LawMom December 28, 2008 at 10:15 pm

Who won? Who won? My teeth are chattering with excitement. 🙂

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mssinglemama December 29, 2008 at 5:36 am

Soon, soon. I have to figure out a way to randomly draw a name without writing each one down. But I think I’ll just have to write each one down.

No biggie. Feeling better this morning so… probably tonight!

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Candy December 29, 2008 at 8:56 pm

I just wanted to say: MERCI BEAUCOUP!!! I thank you, and my students will thank you too… I really will tell them stories starring the new action hero – Monsieur le Blanchinateur

And also… I love your blog…. please keep writing. 🙂

Your honesty, strength, sincerity, vulnerability… they all make you the beautiful person that you are.

Happy New Year!

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CaptainFreddy December 28, 2009 at 3:46 pm

Hi everyone,

My name is Freddy and I’ve wasted nearly a month of my life on this place 😉 I found it after being recommended by a few friends who have been hanging out here for quite some time.

I am a writer, graphics artist, photographer and just about anything else that comes up around the office. Aside from the above interests i’m really into scifi as I know that is so much more out there to be discovered, and a feeling that the universe is just teaming with life.

Well, I hope that I get to know more people here, share some experience and start learning. Have a greay day!

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worlds okayest ounce December 21, 2014 at 9:23 pm

Spot on with this write-up, I seriously believe that this
website needs much more attention. I’ll probably be back again to read more, thanks for
the info!

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Jeffery January 29, 2015 at 4:03 am

Carol, these are really worudnfel, I hope you will continue doing them. I did a blog post around Christmas about how my kids would co-operate with family pictures when they were younger as long as we’d agree to do a funny face one too. Turns out those are our favorite family pics, to the point that the best picture at my son’s wedding was the funny face one with the new bride. You have tapped into a wise inner child and it is lovely!

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