Four factoids and an update

Badger has moved up to position 25 from 365 on Babble's Top Mommy Bloggers that Babble Had Never Heard Of list. So, have you voted for her yet? Come on--you have to! This is my first attempt at starting a grass roots movement. Once I get Badger into the top ten Under-appreciated Genius Mommy Bloggers, I'll start working on women's suffrage. That's right; stick with me and before you know it, you'll have the right to vote in a real election. Until then, fake meaningless internet elections will have to do. So go vote!

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(BTW, she's actually at position #16. Go badg!)
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In another instance of my generosity towards the internet, today I blogged about moisturizer.

Friday's Mamarazzi is already up, too.

But the really big news is this: Poppette turned 13 today. I wanted to upload some lovely pictures of her celebration, but I couldn't find my good camera, so all I have is a couple of crappy cell phone photos.

But tomorrow you can have a look at her birthday cake. I know; what a thrill. Listen, it was extremely expensive as well as fattening, and I want to get my money and calories' worth out of it. So come back.

The best thing I can say about Labor Day is that I'm not actually in labor.

1. Yes, I have today off, but

2. The girl still hasn't started school, which means

3. It really doesn't feel like a holiday, because holiday from what? Sitting around in our pajamas?

4. And it turns out I actually do have frozen shoulder, which means the next month is

5. Packed full of physical therapy appointments.

6. On the bright side, I thought I was going to have to post to Mamarazzi, but both the lovely Kristin and the sociopathological Susie Sunshine have already posted.

7. Which means all I had to do was come up with a post for BlogHer Beauty Hacks. So I did. Something about stretching a thong over my face and calling it makeup, but you know what? I'm not really clear on the concept because

8. I still have frozen shoulder and IT HURTS.

Laundry. Shopping. Packing. Cancelling the newspaper. And writing blog posts.

Point the first: The laundry, it never stops. Because not only did I have to deal with the stuff that accumulated while I was lolligagging around town with my BlogHer friends, I also have to wash the sheets and towels my BlogHer friends used.

I'm hygienic like that.

Point the second: I've noticed that when I do laundry, my kids wear their favorite clothes first. And I can predict exactly what will happen. There will be the weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth when his/her favorite jeans/t-shirt is in the hamper in Newtopia while we're unpacking the suitcase in England.

So I'm confiscaing their clean clothes. I take them out of the dryer, fold them, and pack them into suitcases that I'm hiding in my study.

I don't care if my children spend the next two days wearing their pajamas--I'm not washing those damned clothes again.

Point the third: Hey church! Enough with the rehearsals and the Evensongs, already!

I guess we have to be ready to do this in great big English cathedrals, but three Evensongs in a row? Who's going to attend? We might have to bus up some skid row bums a selection of Chicago's shelter-deprived underprivileged to fill the pews.

Point the fourth: Really? With the white blouses and the black pants? Really?

How many white blouses do they think I own? Or summer-weight black pants? Because the answer is none.

I mean, how much time do I want to spend looking like the waiters from a Parisian bistro?


Point the fifth: I posted this BeautyHacks entry this afternoon. The typing and the formatting, it took hours. Cutting and pasting emails left me with really huge spaces
and hinky formatting
problems. Which took forever to
fix. So please read it. It's interesting! Really! I quote bloggers who are (justifiably) more popular than I


am!