Hey! Maybe they can make pumpkin pie from the head! And other news...

Perfect Compliment and Perfect Post Awards

I'm not even going to pretend to be humble. The surprise, however, was real.

I GOT AN AWARD!

A PERFECT POST AWARD!

I like it, I love it, I can't stand myself I'm so moved!

Masked Mom, my new best friend who I did not even bribe or beg to nominate me, put my Parenting as if I might get hit by a bus tomorrow post up for the award.

As I told Masked Mom, when a really good blogger nominates you it's like total huge warm fuzzy compliment. Many thanks to her.

And to stand next to such august company over there at Suburban Turmoil and Petroville. I am listed alongside some of my favorite bloggers, such as Petroville, One Plus Two, Under the Mad Hat, Girl Con Queso, Mom 101, Chicky Chicky Baby. I read the blogs of nominators and nominees and wow, those are some good blogs out there with some awesome posts.

Go check out the entire list of Perfect Post Award Winners.

Perfectly Funny Comment

After last night---blog story to follow when I find my sense of humor about it all---my brain was so fried I decide to plug the children into the television while I showered. Persistence wanted me to sit with her for a minute so I made the mistake of doing that. When sleep-deprived and exhausted (yes, they are different) one should never stop moving. Be like a shark, be the shark, just keep swimming!

But I sat.

And I zoned.

I was vaguely aware that Sprout was assaulting what little of my senses remained with Bob the Builder but fortunately I'm halfway to brain dead so it had very little impact.

(As an aside, please, a shovel to the head before any more Bob or no, wait, let's save that for Angelina Ballerina. Seriously. Who likes that whiny little rodent? Please. Stick up for girlfriend or well, I'll feel free to trash her, liberally someday. Kipper, even WonderPets but SPARE ME THE MOUSE!)

Okay so Bob. As usual Spud is up to his antics. It apparently involved a camera rather than large machinery this time, and as usual in the end, his behavior merely warranted a guffaw by Bob in the end.

Patience was watching with an unusual level of attention. Her eyes were narrowed and she had on her Thinking Hard Face.

She turned to me, "Hey, Mom?"

I braced myself for some Complex Question that Would Tax My .25% Remaining Brain Power Likely Resulting in Smoke From the Ears and Inarticulate Stuttering from Mouth.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Do you think they'll ever make a pie out of Spud's head?"

Snort. Snort snort. BWAHAHAHAHAHA

And before my brain could scream, NO, no DO NOT SAY IT! I replied, "One can only hope."

And she says, "Yep, one can only hope. That would be yum yum good. I love me some pumpkin pie."

I cried I laughed so hard and did not even care that it offended her because she was totally serious.

Please tell me you also have visions of sugared Spud dancing in your head. Please.

copyright all text and images Julie Pippert, 2007.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Quorum

After being confronted with written evidence, Julie admits that she is a total attention whore. In some things, in some ways, sometimes I look outward for validation of my worth and existence. I admit it. It's my weak spot, my vanity spot . If you say I am clever, comment on a post, offer me an award, mention me on your blog, reply to a comment I left on your blog, or in any way flatter me as a writer...I am hopelessly, slavishly devoted to you. I will probably even add you to my blogroll just so everyone can see the list of all the cool kids who actually like me . The girl, she knows she is vain in this regard , but after much vanity discussion and navel-gazing , she has decided to love herself anyway, as she is (ironically) and will keep searching for (1) internal validation and (2) her first person . Until I reach a better point of self-actualization, though, may I just say that this week you people have been better than prozac and chocolate (together, with a side of white choc...

NEW and UNDISCOVERED BLOGGERS: I'll link you!

** Hey please come vote for this at SK*RT to get the word out! ** You know what? There are new bloggers out there. I know! NEWBIES. What's more...there are undiscovered bloggers, untapped wells of talent. But we don't know about you. I know, some people are shy, not really joiner types, don't prefer blog blasts or carnivals and so forth. So tell you what: I'll try to create a link list with some regularity. All you have to do is comment and let me know how to find you (aka paste in your link). Write a brief description of your blog, you know a couple of sentences a la "Hi I'm a mommyblogger from Detroit and I have two preschoolers who are very loud and creative, all funny stories on my blog!" or "I'm so deep I make Julie look shallow. If you wish you could have hung with Plato, come by my blog." or "I'm a guy who likes to talk about motorcycles." or "My blog is all about space exploration." And I'll link you. I...

Does the abstinence message for drug use work?

This past week I've made time to read up about social aspect awareness and education programs for young children in our public schools. My interest, of course, began with the red ribbon program , which I became alarmingly familiar with due to my daughter's negative experience . I read the Brain, Child article ( Scared Straight? Or Just Scared? Do elementary school anti-drug campaigns work? by Juliette Guilbert), which was excellent, as well as the research study that found the Boomerang effect of drug education and awareness programs that article cited (see a fact sheet that provides source citing for the University of Illinois article and also read the original Brain, Child article for more information). In short, our techniques are not working: "Levels of drug use did not differ as a function of whether students participated in D.A.R.E. Every additional 36 hours of cumulative drug education…were associated with significantly more negative attitudes towards police…m...

Julie Pippert: Using My Words

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