so here's the dealio...

so the gals and i have been talking. gals meaning me and the seestas. tonight we were on the phone (can and i), and grant (her hubs) was being a major distraction and requesting otis spunkmeyer cookies. got that? we admit it...we don't always bake butterscotch chocolate chunk cookies or cadburry mini egg cookies. sometimes you just gotta buy a 74 lb. box of otis at costco and bake to your heart's content. anyway, as grant was making his request, can told him that she couldn't chat because she was in a meeting. a blog meeting. it was hilarious. maybe you had to be there. but the point is that this blog here is our little friend. you might just think it's another child or two. we have been working on it and trying to get some things organized. have you noticed? we hope so.

anyway, as we were chatting, i was realizing that you guys might not really even know who writes this blog. sure, maybe you've read our "who we are" section, or maybe you actually know us personally, but i don't know how many of you really know us. and by that i mean the real us. so today, i'm posting a little bit about the real me.

first thing's first--i don't like to use capitalization when i blog. this is slightly ironic because i am a junior high english teacher. i nag my students all day long to use capitalization, and then i come home and throw the rule out the window. on my personal blog, i never capitalize. on this one, i usually do. trying to be all profesh and whatnot. and also, because the other girls might think i'm being sloppy mcslopster, but tonight i'm saying oh well. it is 11:39, and my bedtime is 10:30, so i figure if i'm breaking one rule, i might as well break them all. aren't i wild? ha.

so the real me...gosh. who is that? first of all, it's the girl who usually cooks in her sweats. exhibit a:

you can be just as classy for about $8.99 at your local hell-mart. let it be known that i hate, i hate, i hate wal-mart. but i will save that post for another day.

i am also the girl who lets her child lick the batter off the beater. say that 3 times fast. he loves it. just like his momma.

i am also the girl who, apparently, gets ultra classy with the bibs and uses dishtowels instead. don't judge. if nothing else, you should be proud because the bibs are obviously in the washer and i went the extra mile to protect his clothes. 2 mom points for me.

i am the girl who used to have an awesome avocado green stove. and then we moved. dangit! you just can't find those gems anywhere, people!

 

bam! you just can't buy that kind of class.

i am also the girl who doesn't know how to pull a normal fact in a picture. observe:

 

i know. i'm a hot mess.

anyway, i had planned to write more, but my laptop decided it was time to die, and i am much too lazy to go find the computer cord and plug it in. so the end.

so, tell us something about the real you!

oh. and don't forget to enter our giveaway here. tomorrow (technically today since it's 12:09. holy crap i haven't been up this late in ages) is the last day to enter!