I’ll let the photos speak for themselves…
I’ve been on my best behavior lately…well, I’ve been trying. Trying counts for something, right?…I hope.
But this week especially, I’m minding my manners. I’m barely blinking without getting permission to do so first. Why? Because the big guy is coming to town.
Holy crap y’all! Santa is coming to MY Macy’s!
Dates & Locations:
I was compensated for this post as part of a program through EVERYWHERE Social Media Marking. All thoughts and opinions are my own. Izzy and I will be at the Newark, DE event – hope we see you there!
For more info on all of Macy’s Holiday Events, visit macys.com/holidayevents
This time last year I was on a mission. I had just finished the Couch to 5k and my first 5k race right around Thanksgiving. It had just started to get cold and people were asking me what I’d do for exercise now that it’s cold.
- I’m cheap. I was not about to start paying for a gym just so I could be warm and cozy while exercising.
- When I decide that I’m doing something, that’s pretty much it. You’ll be hard pressed to make me deviate from my plan – especially when you tell me that I can’t do something.
- I hate being cold. Hate like ice hates fire. Hate like I hate paying for a gym. And hate like I hate being told I can’t do something.
This is a sponsored post with Brandfluential, I am a Sears blogger, though all opinions are my own. #ad #spon
So when I was in the basement the other day and found my collection of pooping toys, I had to share them with you.
This got me thinking about other pooping toys from the past. Here are some of my favorites.
The Pooping Keychain is a perennial favorite. You can find these easily in most drug stores.
These keychains bring out the sadist in all of us. You can’t tell me you haven’t squeezed one of these to the point of hurting your fingers just to see if you could cause a prolapse.
I’m not a big fan of anything Barbie. I don’t have any big opinions on her – we just never clicked. But I never really got down with how prissy she seems. But there is something redeeming about Barbie Forever and Tanner the Dog. I like to think that all her doodie bags have a hole in them that she jams her finger through every single time she scoops the poop.
Little Mommy Princess and The Potty Doll – primer for Izzy teaching future-sibling how to potty train. I can’t go through that again.
Rescue Pets Train And Play Puppy – For real? With a $200 price tag, this bitch better clean up her own poop and mine.
My absolute favorite – Doggie Doo. Because I don’t have enough fun cleaning up the piles our dog Tuna leaves in the laundry. I want to play a board game about cleaning up crap too!
And the pièce de résistance – The Ugly Christmas sweater that poops. IT POOPS!!!!
But all in all northern Delaware was fairly unscathed in comparison to the hardest hit regions.
At our house, we were incredibly fortunate. We lost a 30+ foot tree when it fell in our pool.
The ground was so wet that the wind simply pushed it out of the ground.
My other friend Sarah, born and raised in Staten Island, New York watched her hometown be destroyed via photos on the internet.
“I see facebook posts of old friends talking about the destruction, the suffering and the loss. My heart is in pain from the devastation that Hurricane Sandy left behind.”
Sarah had made a donation to Red Cross donation, collected donation items and delivered them as well. But she felt compelled to do more.
“It’s getting so cold out and people have lost everything.
“I decided I could unite some people, maybe gather up 50 or so hats and bring them home to Staten Island. To the families that have lost EVERYTHING!!! A friend of a friend from Staten Island made me a flyer that I started sharing it a little on facebook late Monday night and Tuesday Morning.”
By Tuesday morning she had over 100 emails and Facebook message from people that wanted to help.
“From Canada, to Israel, to The Netherlands, Orlando, Wisconsin, Iowa, California, Nevada AND SO MANY more places I can’t list them all.”
And Sarah is looking for more. Are you a knitter? Do you Crochet? Together we can Spread the Warmth, One Hat at a Time…..
You can follow the collect progress and cheer on everyone on Facebook- Finnegan And The Hughes
Email me: email@example.com
Please share this post with crafty friends. Let’s spread some warmth and love to those that need it most.
About Sarah: I grew up in Staten Island, New York and my family moved to New Jersey when I was 18 years old. I say things like Pay-pa and waddaa sometimes and try to cover my thick accent! When I escaped working in New York City for a new life in Philadelphia I started dating my now husband Rob. We have two children, Derek is 4 and Hayley is 2. Finnegan is our 5 year old Australian Shepherd and really more like a third child than a dog. All of our children love to sleep in our bed!! I blog over at www.finneganandthehughes.com
“Before I had a child, I always wanted to be a Stay at Home Mom. I daydreamed about baking cookies from scratch and cheeks dusted with flour. I had blueprints in my mind about the miniature preschool I’d set up in the breakfast nook of my kitchen. We’d do crafts, make organic meals, cloth diaper, and I’d sew my daughter matching ‘Dolly and Me’ outfits while she played with her dolls at my feet.”
This article was previously over at the now defunct GummyLump blog. Do not fear! You can still hear my words in a video presented by Listen To Your Mother, at which I performed in 2013.
Please note that there is quite a considerable flub halfway into the video. This is irony at its finest. Because what you cannot hear is my precious daughter whisper-yelling from the front row “Hiiiiii mommmmiiiiieeeeeee!” That is motherhood at its best – writhe with screw-ups that are rooted in unconditional love and forgiveness.
I love you Izzy. I hope you always hold your head high and walk through this world with bravery, humility, and love.
Here’s a quick comparison of Unreal #54 (Candy coated chocolate covered peanuts) vs Peanut M&Ms vs an orange….because fruit is awesome.
I was so impressed with this product that I held a little pre-Halloween Frankenstorm party for Izzy’s soccer team.
|It was so windy that day!|
I filled up their treat bags with peanut butter cups, candy coated chocolate, caramel nougat bars, candy coated chocolate peanuts and caramel nougat bars with nuts. I also threw in a few extra treats like glow sticks and silly straws.
Unreal provided these products to me, free of charge, for the purpose of this review. I was compensated to host a party for the purposes of sampling Unreal candy. All opinions are 100% honest and mine.
Women often worry about the mammogram and whether it will hurt. Aside from the fear of what might be, I was not scared of the mammogram. I had one seven years earlier in 2001 when I decided to have a breast reduction. So now that I am a seasoned veteran of the boob-squisher, I can tell you, its uncomfortable – more so mentally than physically. I mean, you are standing there in an open front robe letting a technician gingerly lift your breast up and onto a table. Then for as gently as she prepped the appendage, she will equally smash the hell out of it between two plexiglass plates.
Then we road the Vapor Trail…again, and again, and again…
|Since I had taken just about all the spinning I could handle, we did a little Trick or Treating next. The trick was finding our way through
Abby Cadabby’s Magical Halloween Maze.
Which way to the treats, daddy?
Look! There they are!
“HEY! HEY! BIG BIRD, OVER HERE! OMIGOSH MOMMY IT’S BIG BIRD! IT’S REALLY HIM! HEY BIG BIRD, COME SEE ME!”
I bet Izzy thought she’d just had the most exciting moment of her life. Nothing would ever top meeting THE Big Bird. But then, the most magical of the Sesame Street characters, Abby Cadabby, skipped into the room.
Izzy was just a wee bit shy of The Count but quickly got over it as he made friends with daddy.
No matter what season you choose to visit Sesame Place, you are sure to have an amazing time.
Just ask Izzy!
Disclosure: Sesame Place provided my family park passes in exchange for our opinions. All thoughts and opinions are mine. Thank you, Sesame Place, for an amazing day we won’t soon forget!