tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91927058457309829702012-01-08T20:53:05.634-08:00Child Tamer Extraordinairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12327224485425152442noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192705845730982970.post-81056349358954209932012-01-03T10:51:00.000-08:002012-01-03T13:00:54.316-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HW8QMLMJgmA/TwNUcm6PKCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aVf-juk57-A/s1600/250px-Tolkien_1916-2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693487204384319522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HW8QMLMJgmA/TwNUcm6PKCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aVf-juk57-A/s320/250px-Tolkien_1916-2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Who? Who was born on this date, you ask. Clearly this is not a picture of one of my children. (No tiara). Perhaps it could be the hubster, if I were married to a really old dude, but I am not. (He's just a semi-old dude). So, who is this dashing fellow? One Mr. John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, that's who. He entered the world on this date back in 1892, and along with him came the brain that created some of the greatest literary works of all time. I love his books so much that I don't even want to joke around about them, as is my wont. Instead, I'll just ponder his greatness in a fanatical manner for a while. (What I'd really like to do is bust out <em>The Fellowship of the Ring </em>and read it for the umpteenth time. Alas, it is packed away as we will be moving soon. Single tear.) So go out there and appreciate this wonderful man in whatever way you see fit. (If it involves pasting hair to your feet or gagging a lot while saying "gollum", more power to you). I like to keep my J.R.R.T. worship practices to myself. All I can say is, these fake pointy ears pinch like a mother.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192705845730982970-8105634935895420993?l=notyourtypicalmommyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Child Tamer Extraordinairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12327224485425152442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192705845730982970.post-47514106489662016402012-01-02T18:51:00.001-08:002012-01-03T12:51:28.815-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaDAWjZP8b8/TwJt15O61yI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QFwiDrKdB9w/s1600/blogthing.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693233651613620002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaDAWjZP8b8/TwJt15O61yI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QFwiDrKdB9w/s320/blogthing.jpg" /></a>The creation of this quality (yes,<em> quality</em>, because I say so) blog was prompted by a post on a forum at which I spend entirely too much time lurking. It was entitled “What Makes a Successful Mom Blog” or something of that nature. The poster had concluded that the only way to be a quality mommy blogger was to do the following: take and post excellent photographs, have impeccably dressed kids, do lots of giveaways, and all around portray oneself as June Cleaveresque. My immediate thought was, “I am all over this!” My next immediate though was, "I need some bacon!" But I'll save that post for another day. Anyhoo, I've got point numero uno covered. For your (and by your, I mean all 3 of you) viewing pleasure I shall post a photo, the excellence of which will ruin your self-esteem for the next 2.6 hours. The first person to identify the object in the photo will win a piece of lint off said object. Yay! I will ship it at a special rate, with an expected arrival time of mid-September. (Giveaways- check). As for the impeccably dressed kids, you should see them right now, lounging around in their silk, chiffon, and tiaras. (I can't get my son to take that freakin' tiara off, even when he's sleeping). At some future date you shall feast your eyes upon a picture of them dressed in such a fashion as drawn un-impeccably by me. Your already meager self-esteems couldn't take another sucker-punch like that right now, since my mad drawing skills are unsurpassed (by toddlers everywhere). And, to round off my superior mommy-bloggerness, I just told one of my kids to make my hubby a plate of nachos. June Cleaver, eat your heart out.<br /><br />***Disclaimer- No loveable, furry little characters were harmed during the taking of the above photo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192705845730982970-4751410648966201640?l=notyourtypicalmommyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Child Tamer Extraordinairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12327224485425152442noreply@blogger.com1