tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31096752605922445992015-09-16T13:27:06.119-04:00Secrets of a Black HeartLunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-54710803066385515212010-11-24T08:44:00.002-05:002013-05-26T10:48:30.056-04:00GREAT GIFT IDEA!!!This year my sister is buying my kiddos <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#%21/pages/Pemberton-NJ/Crochet-Hats-n-Stuff/143870482298775">homemade crochet hats</a> for Christmas.<br /><br />I, being the nosey lil' bitch that I am, just had to check out the makers <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#%21/pages/Pemberton-NJ/Crochet-Hats-n-Stuff/143870482298775">website</a> to see just what my kiddos were getting.<br /><br />Holy cuteness, Batman! These hats are AH-MAY-ZING!! She has true artistic talent so the hats come out looking exactly like the character you request. My kids are getting Bolt and Mittens. She does Hello Kitty, SpongeBob, the Yo Gabba Gabba gang, and a bunch of other stuff. I personally LOVE the "mohawk" hats. I may just order one for myself so that I can pretend to be cool.<br /><br />You can email her to make your character request. She will then let you know if it's possible or not. She also does adult sized hats, scarves, booties, etc. <br /><br />And, or course, it doesn't hurt to mention that she is a single mother. So, not only would you be buying an insanely cute gift, you would also be supporting a fellow mamma who's trying to survive in this tough economy. <br /><br />Seriously, check her out folks...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#%21/pages/Pemberton-NJ/Crochet-Hats-n-Stuff/143870482298775">Crochet Hats n' Stuff</a>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-29613516807183059452010-11-12T08:52:00.002-05:002013-05-26T10:48:57.648-04:00Wiggle Iggle FridayJeez did I miss <a href="http://lilactreedelights.blogspot.com/">Wiggle Iggle Friday</a>!<br /><br />When I was in high school I heard a song. I heard the song. <span style="font-style: italic;">The song.<br /></span>I didn't know the name of <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">song</span> or who sang it, but it haunted me. A few years later a friend's boyfriend loaned me a few of his cd's. <span style="font-style: italic;">The song</span> made another appearance. Stupidly, I never wrote down the name of <span style="font-style: italic;">the song</span> or the artist.<br /><br />So then, not only did <span style="font-style: italic;">the song</span> haunt me, but the cd artwork did as well. I could hear the music, I could picture the cd, but I couldn't remember shit about the name. Fuuuuuuuck!<br /><br />Last week, I heard <span style="font-style: italic;">the song</span> on the radio. And the DJ, that kind, sweet, amazing DJ, actually said the name of the artist. I practically tattooed the name of the artist on my arm.<br /><br />Here is <span style="font-style: italic;">the song</span> that has haunted me for years.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vDoMqtRIWs?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vDoMqtRIWs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-7548005712515444662010-11-09T09:08:00.001-05:002013-05-26T10:49:09.229-04:00To the Jerk Who Hit My Car...And didn't even leave a note...<br /><br />Fuck you.LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-36825616060600780852010-11-04T18:53:00.007-04:002013-05-26T10:49:32.390-04:00NCLB - A PSALast year, I knew nothing about No Child Left Behind (NCLB)...nothing. I figured the school district knew, and they were acting accordingly. Wrong. Wrong on soooo many levels. Turns out my district knew about NCLB, but was doing as little as possible to act under it properly. This affected my kids greatly and so I launched an attack. <br /><br />Long story short...my daughter, Sugar, was placed in a school across town (we'll call it School A) last year because of limited space in the school districts half-day, pre-k program. School A was not the school she was supposed to attend and I was told that she would be transferred back to her "home school", i.e. the school in our neck of the woods (we'll call it School B) the following year.<br /><br />Well, School A was a dream! Her classmates were wonderful, the staff was amazing, she just simply felt at home there and I couldn't be happier. So, I started to do a little digging as to what circumstances would entitle her to remain in School A rather than being transferred over to School B. Turns out, School B was a failing school and has been on the NCLB sanctions list for the past 6 years!! Therefore, it qualified for something called "school choice" in which a parent could choose to transfer their child to another school in the district that was not failing and the district would be responsible for paying for busing. I was overjoyed. This was my out!<br /><br />I wrote the Superintendent a lovely little letter explaining my request. I attached to my letter School B's state report which clearly indicated that it was a school acting under NCLB sanctions. His reply to my letter was not so lovely. As a matter of fact, he not only denied my request, but he denied me for some bullshit excuse that had nothing to do with the info in my letter. It was, in essence, the brush off. I was furious.<br /><br />I launched into a verbal sparing match with this guy. He continued to stonewall me and circumvent the NCLB rules without apology. I dug deeper into NCLB rules and regulations and found that there was a complaint procedure. I drafted a complaint and emailed the damn thing to practically everyone in state government. I seriously considered contacting the media as well, but held off.<br /><br />As I suspected, my school district was not operating properly under NCLB guidelines. The state stepped in and forced them to make the proper adjustments. Yes, I ended up getting my kids into the "good school". Yes, I got my way, but this was not just about getting my way.<br /><br />I wondered, how many other school districts were ignoring the rules and regs of NCLB? How many other parents were forced to send their kids to failing schools because the district did not inform them of their rights? How many parents asked for a transfer and received an unlawful denial? Why should it be so difficult to take advantage of the safeguards put in place to try to ensure a good education for our children? My gut tells me that there are too many.<br /><br />After what I've experienced, I want to encourage parents to go to their state's department of education website. There you will find your school district's "report card" which will give you test scores of every school in your town. If your child's school has not met was is called "AYP" for three or more consecutive years, then it qualifies for school choice. You should have received notification of the school's failure, as well as a detailed list of options for transfer. Your district is require to offer at least two options, but should be offering as a choice every passing school in the district. Your district superintendent should be working with parents to come up with a restructuring plan to improve student performance. My district was not doing any of this. Is yours??LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-18442397556903510952010-11-03T09:26:00.003-04:002013-05-26T10:49:53.737-04:00The Update PostI guess if I'm back I should do an update post right?<br /><br />Well, if you remember, when I left I had just given birth to a baby girl.<br /><br />Yeah, well, that happened again...I now have four kids. All girls.<br /><br />Worry not, dear readers, hubby got himself taken care of. The sperm have left the building. I no longer have to worry about getting knocked up. (Can I get a hooo-raaaaaah)<br /><br />So yeah, to remind ya, I have Sugar, who's 5, Spice, who's 4, Everything Nice, who's 18 months, and Baby Luna, who is 2 months. I'm busy.<br /><br />Before I stopped blogging my Hubs got a great job and was making enough that we were living comfortably. Since then he has gotten promoted, gotten a raise, and we were doing so well financially that we were able to buy a car to fit our big-ass family and we were tentatively shopping for a house. Then, he found out his company is shutting down in December. Bummer.<br /><br />He is in the union so he is confident he will be able to find work again right away, but he was warned that the other companies pay on average $4/hr less. So we will once again be struggling to make ends meet...plus we have a car payment AND a new baby. Shit.<br /><br />I am still working in the legal office and loving it although my available hours to work are limited because of the kids. <br /><br />I always found myself saying things like "this would be a great thing to blog about" or "I wonder if people still go on plurk". Those things started popping into my head more and more so I figured it was time to make an appearance here in bloggyville. I can't wait to build my readership up again and go full force. <br /><br />So...what did I miss?LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-76693911467698430592010-10-20T11:02:00.001-04:002013-05-26T10:50:22.695-04:00Gearing Up For a ComebackI miss you all.<br /><br />I miss my blog.<br /><br />I'm coming back...<br /><br />As soon as I figure out how to fix my layout...I seem to have effed it up royally.LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-48721258492123819062009-07-29T20:49:00.002-04:002013-05-26T10:50:41.665-04:00Peace OutAs you probably guessed...I am abandoning my blog. Simply put, I could give a shit less about it anymore. I just don't have the time or the energy to do anything with it.<br /><br />HOWEVER...<br /><br />I miss my bloggy buds and would like to move our relationship out of the bloggy universe and into...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">real life **gasp**</span><br /><br />I have already started contacting some of you to give you my other email address. (Ya know, the one I actually check on an almost daily basis.) I will continue to do this little by little until I have switched over my entire bloggy brigade to the dark side. *Mwah-ha-ha-ha* If I haven't contacted you yet, don't get your panties in a bunch...I'm getting there. Feel free to leave me a comment here or email me at:<br /><br />lunanik.secrets@gmail.com<br /><br />to let me know you'd like to keep in touch. Of course I'd like to keep in touch with as many of you as possible.<br /><br />I won't be deleting my blog just in case I feel the urge to blog again at some point. I mean, you never know, right? But I won't be posting anytime in the near future so feel free to delete me from your reader if you haven't already.<br /><br />See you on the other side...<br /><br />LunaLunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-73092524392875771692009-05-16T09:25:00.004-04:002013-05-26T10:51:26.742-04:00Caution...Way Too Much InformationSo, at this point in my breast feeding experience, I can shoot rockets of milk across the room. It's an acquired skill I tell you...and its quite amusing actually. Like a weird party trick or something. You know, very...<span style="font-style: italic;">Hey guys, look what I can do!</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">I betcha I can knock that vase off the table with just a squirt of my...</span><br /><br />Anyway...<br /><br />This being my third breastfed baby, I've had tons of practice. My poor Baby Luna, on the other hand, is not amused. Poor thing has been accidentally squirt in the eye, the cheek, the chin...you get the idea. She's such a good sport though. She just gives me a dirty look and bites down a bit too hard while feeding to get me back.<br /><br />By the way, you should all be very happy that I am too shy to make this into a youtube video.LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-39213879129827427182009-05-07T19:11:00.003-04:002013-05-26T10:53:22.723-04:00IMHO...Random Thoughts on Random Issues<span style="font-weight: bold;">OCTO-MOM</span><br /><br />For Pete's sake...leave the woman alone! Yes, she was dumb to have so many kids. Yes, she was even dumber to have gotten preggers by way of fertility doctor/clinic. And, yes, she was even dumberer to have so many kiddos while unemployed and relying on government aid. HOWEVER, the damage has already been done. She made her choices, she had her kids. Name calling, finger pointing, and the like do no good here. Neither do picketing in front of her home or clamoring for the authorities to take her children away. Taking her children away will not only separate them from their siblings and cause them emotional trauma, but it will also cost the state money to pay for their foster care anyway. So really, is it so bad that these children are allowed to stay with their mother (who obviously loves them despite her questionable emotional stability) and their siblings? Any speculation about her ability to properly take care of her children is just that...speculation. You can bet that after all of the press she has received she has been thoroughly investigated by the authorities, and yet, her children remain in her care. Doesn't that tell you something? How about we all just stop picking on those whose lifestyle choices and family dynamics differ from our own, and focus instead on improving our own lifestyles, our own families, and reaching out to authorities to help those children who are truly being abused by their parents/guardians.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SWINE FLU<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>I watched the NYC press conference, I've been reading the newspaper, I've been watching the news, and I've been beefing up on my internet research here. My take...the swine flu is being blown out of proportion in a big way. Just another chance for the big-wigs in the pharmaceutical companies to use scare tactics to sell more vaccinations. Don't be fooled...get educated. Read the newspaper, watch the news, get various opinions from multiple sources. Hell, get your ass to the library and read medical journals. Educate yourself rather than fall for propaganda.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">KATE PLUS 8 AND THE GREAT CHEATING SCANDAL</span><br /><br />When that show first aired oh so many seasons ago, my Hubs commented on how miserable Jon looked. I have to admit...I didn't see it. Sure I saw an overbearing, uptight, and rude wife in Kate, but I figured she was always like that and maybe Jon was one of those guys who liked to be bossed around. Apparently not. Though I do not agree with Kate's blatant disrespect for her husband (with her embarrassing and very public verbal flogging), but, I also don't agree with Jon's cheating. He's right to want out of that relationship...Kate's a bitch, plain and simple. BUT, he went about it the wrong way. Don't flaunt your mistress...file for DIVORCE. His kids are going to see these tabloid pics someday and because of this, I feel terrible for them. <br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Ok, so, I totally had more to say, but my baby is crying and so I'm off to feed her. It's been so long since I've blogged that it's going to take me a few posts to get back in the saddle. Forgive my rambling thoughts for the time being as I try to steer my brain back onto the pavement so to speak. I've been off-roading on dirt roads for so long now that I can barely remember how to eek out a coherent sentence. Ta-ta for now.LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-19641989947762682022009-04-27T15:53:00.004-04:002013-05-26T10:53:43.793-04:00True LoveIntroducing...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u8YLQsqUH2g/SfYN-Khl2II/AAAAAAAAAh0/5gRby9U0YPQ/s1600-h/4172009-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u8YLQsqUH2g/SfYN-Khl2II/AAAAAAAAAh0/5gRby9U0YPQ/s320/4172009-1.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329462570667858050" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Baby "Luna"<br />8 lbs, 20 inches long<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Hey guys! The little lady has finally arrived! Her arrival was fast and furious with my labor lasting only 3 1/2 hours from my first contraction to the minute of her birth. So far, she is the perfect baby. She eats well, sleeps well, and only cries when hungry. My other two girls, Sugar and Spice, adore her and seem to be adjusting well to the new addition. All in all, everything's grand here at Casa de Luna. Hope everyone in bloggy-land is doing well also. Miss you all...be back soon. <br /><br />Ciao.</div></div>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-66965846640865096362009-02-17T14:17:00.002-05:002013-05-26T10:54:03.967-04:00By the way...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">It's a girl!</span></div><br />I knew it. I just...KNEW.<br /><br />My official due date is April 21, 2009.<br /><br />I recently moved into a new place and am in the process of settling in. My computer and internet are up and running, however I don't have a computer desk at the moment so I don't use it much. As you can imagine, being 7+ months pregnant does not exactly make it easy for me to squat and type. A coupla more weeks hiatus and I should be back with some regularity.<br /><br />I know you're all just dying of boredom without me. <span style="font-style: italic;"> (Snicker)</span>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-21794235270098716912009-01-02T15:33:00.003-05:002013-05-26T10:54:25.994-04:00What up Party People?Firstly...Happy New Year to all.<br /><br />Secondly...I know what you're thinking...where are the baby bump pics??<br /><br />Hold your horses, my friends, the bump pics are coming. I am about 26 weeks along now and the belly is plump and juicy and full of a bouncing baby that won't quit kicking me. I don't know for sure what the sex is, although I'm almost positive it's another girl based on the way I'm carrying...and I couldn't be happier about that because most of you know that I was dying to have another girl anyway.<br /><br />My heartburn is awful, I only throw up occasionally now, and my sciatica is so bad I can barely walk sometimes, but other than that, life is just peachy.<br /><br />My time is consumed by taking care of the kiddos, working, and embarking on a massive credit clean-up so that my FICO score will be mortgage worthy within the next year. I know the economy is shit and times are bad, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let this great buyers market pass me by. The credit cleaning process is interesting and intensive and I've learned A TON about the industry and it's loopholes. That alone is worth blogging regularly about, but I just can't seem to drag my tired, preggo ass to the computer at the end of the day to post about it.<br /><br />ALSO, I was sued recently by a low-life collection agency. However, being the scrappy little fighter that I am, I did my research on the collection laws, the agency suing me, and the legal process involved in collections and hammered the shit out of them in court until they had to drop the lawsuit and dismiss the case. Ha. Go me. So now, I am also educated in the many laws and loopholes of the collection business and am willing to share this knowledge with anyone facing debt collection or lawsuits. I am not an attorney, nor am I able to give legal advise, HOWEVER, I can point you in the right direction when it comes to information and strategy. So please, email me or stay tuned for my story complete with links to the sites I used to help me defeat the big, bad, collection agency. If I can do it, anyone can...trust me.<br /><br />I am still living at my father's and despite the fact that living quarters are tight and I'm itching for my own space again, it's tolerable. I really can't complain...much ;) We are looking to move out before the baby comes in April. I just can't fathom taking a baby home to my dad's house instead of our own place. Nope, it just won't work.<br /><br />That's it really. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing worth posting about which is why you haven't heard from me. I'm hoping to come back with a bang at some point, but who knows when that point will be.<br /><br />Until then...LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-40658688220369168172008-11-21T14:34:00.002-05:002008-11-21T14:47:49.842-05:00I'm tired...And uninspired. And downright bored with posting lately. Can you tell?<br /><br />When I do post I feel inexplicably guilty because I receive comments from peeps who I have not checked in with for some time.<br /><br />And so, until I'm out of my funk, I have turned off comments on this blog.<br /><br />Someday I'll return to reading, commenting, and posting with more regularity. Someday. Until then I will simply use this blog as a kind of journal.<br /><br />I hope you will keep me in your reader and not abandon me completely because even though it seems I have, I have not abandoned you. My reader is still chock-full-'o-nuts and waiting for me to get off my ass and get to reading.<br /><br />Later gaters.LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-58349028446532428872008-10-01T13:22:00.003-04:002013-05-26T10:55:37.974-04:00Ode to Rubbernecking on the NJ Parkway<div align="center">At a snails pace I ride</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Five lanes wide</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A parking lot at rush hour</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But I hang on</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Inch by inch</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Mile by mile</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And all so that I can spy with my little eye</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A guy</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Who took a turn too wide</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Cut the wheel and flipped his truck on its side</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">**Smash**Crash**Broken Glass</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But not a single drop of blood</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Damn...I sat thru all that traffic for this?</div>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-73273470521557703522008-09-30T14:02:00.004-04:002013-05-26T10:56:36.480-04:00Lil' StinkerMy older daughter, Sugar, is obsessed with farting. I'm totally serious.<br /><br />First thing in the morning, she farts her love for me and giggles. If I return the sentiment (hey, I'm preggers and gassy...back off), then she falls to her bed in fits of laughter.<br /><br />She carries around her favorite stuffed animals, lifts their tails, and makes them lovingly "toot" on anyone in close proximity. Sometimes, she will wrinkle her nose and announces that the toot was stinky.<br /><br />But, this morning took the cake...<br /><br />This morning, Sugar actually sat on her sister's head and pushed out a squeaky little fart, squealing in delight.<br /><br />I was appalled. I yelled at her of course. I told her that it wasn't nice.<br /><br />And she, eyes wide with innocence and mischief said...<br /><br /><i>But, it's funny, Mommy</i>.<br /><br />I'm thinking her little sister disagrees.LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-1761180216401259262008-09-15T15:10:00.006-04:002013-05-26T11:01:42.013-04:00Reason #5 to hate Pregnancy...BABY SHOWERSI effing hate baby showers. Hate. Loathe to the very depths of my soul. I'm serious here, people. I hate them.<br /><br />The decorations, the stupid games, the strange women with their phony grins whispering in the corner about how fat the mother-to-be looks, and finally, the gift opening. Man alive...gift opening at a baby shower is like a slow form of torture. Seriously. If it wasn't for the finger food, I would never go to another baby shower, ever. Hell, if the food at my baby shower wasn't so good I wouldn't have shown up for that either!<br /><br />Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not ungrateful...or stupid. I know damn well I wouldn't have been able to afford all of the baby gadgets that I got at my shower on my own. My kid would have been dressed in my old rocker tee's and entertaining herself in a cardboard box had it not been for the generosity of the guests at my shower.<br /><br />However...I still fucking hate them. (The showers, not the guests)<br /><br />My shower was as awesome as a baby shower could possibly be and it still sucked. Firstly, I ditched the no men allowed rule. I encouraged my guests to bring their husbands, boyfriends, etc. I wanted, no <i>needed</i>, some testosterone injected into the atmosphere. Too much estrogen makes me itchy, you see.<br /><br />I also had booze. Lots, and lots, and lots of booze. I believe they went through something like 8 pitchers of sangria, a bottle of Jack Daniels, a bottle of tequila, and a bottle of vodka. Not to mention the beer and wine coolers for the light weights in the group. Did I partake? Of course not. Don't be silly. I was 8 months preggers after all. My guests, however, including my husband, my father, and my best friends, drank to the point of passing out. Literally. When my shower was over, the house looked like after hours at a frat party. There were unconscious bodies everywhere surrounded by cardboard cutouts of cherub babies and storks. To top it all off, I was the designated driver. Effing priceless.<br /><br />The food? Delish. My baby's ethnicity was represented in the cuisine. I had everything from stuffed cabbage, to arroz con pollo, to meatballs, sausage, and pasta. I had leftovers coming out my whazzo after that shower.<br /><br />Gift opening? Record speed as this is by far, my least favorite baby shower moment. I ripped, announced, and passed the gift to my gal Friday to hold up whilst I moved on. The old biddy's in the back complained that I was going to fast, but that didn't stop me. I was a machine...methodical and quick. I treated gift opening like cardio. You have to keep moving for it to be effective, you see.<br /><br />The stupid games? Non-existent. The girl I put in charge of games came late, hung over, and stoned out of her mind. At first I was mildly annoyed, but now, looking back, I'm glad. I never win baby gift bingo anyway. Bah-humbug to that shit.<br /><br />I even inspired a few of my girlfriends who attended to shun the traditional notion of baby showers in favor of my own rogue event. What can I say, I'm an effing baby shower pioneer.<br /><br />So, take it from me, to par down the yawn factor of any type of "shower" event...<br /><ol><li>Bring boys. Testosterone = Fun!</li><li>Bring booze. Testosterone under the influence + estrogen under the influence = the horizontal mambo under the table. Meow.</li><li>Don't follow tradition because people (otherwise known as overbearing relatives) say you "have" to. Fuck that. Be original.</li><li>Bring a video camera, but DO NOT tape the opening of the presents. (Because really...who gives a shit.) Instead, take video of Aunt Martha getting hopped up on scotch and flirting mercilessly with the father-to-be. The video camera also makes a wonderful documentary of all of the inappropriate things that drunkards and rude old women say when they think no one is listening. Effing priceless.</li><li>Bring food home in your purse because you were too drunk and rowdy to eat at the shower. This rule fits any social gathering in general. This rule is also why I always carry a large purse...just in case.</li><li>Go for it with gusto...be loud and obnoxious.. The other women are going to talk about you anyway so you may as well give them something to talk about.</li><li>Play strip baby shower bingo...with the father-to-be.</li><li>Bring a friend who wasn't invited. The more, the merrier...right?</li><li>Bring a yappy, little dog, a la Paris Hilton. Let it run freely around the joint...and pee where ever it wants to.</li><li>Bring booze. Did I already say that? I did?! Oh well, bring more, it's really important...really.</li></ol>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-73497881775657232282008-09-09T15:53:00.002-04:002013-05-26T11:02:14.279-04:00Reasons to Love Pregnancy #1Extremely erotic, tantalizingly detailed, dirty, dirty dreams.<br /><br />M-E-O-W!!<br /><br />P.S.<br /><br />Where have I been?? I've been sick with one of those horrible pregnancy colds. It just won't go away. Bleh. THAT, btw, is reason #35 to HATE pregnancy.LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-37585667579067513012008-08-22T14:09:00.003-04:002008-08-22T14:12:32.733-04:00Mystery: Part IV<div align="center">I've got a secret</div><div align="center">Not so secret anymore</div><div align="center">My beautiful family</div><div align="center">Will soon have one more</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>How many of you guessed correctly?</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> <br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Wiggle Iggle Friday to be posted later today...</em></div>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-90570498558749094502008-08-21T15:47:00.001-04:002008-08-21T15:48:15.402-04:00Mystery: Part III<div align="center">I've got a secret</div><div align="center">I'm not willing to tell</div><div align="center">But after these posts</div><div align="center">You'll all know as well</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Don't worry, the end is near...stay tuned</em></span></div>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-30729266913431811632008-08-17T21:36:00.000-04:002008-08-17T21:37:40.469-04:00Mystery: Part II<div style="text-align: center;">I've got a secret<br />And a mysterious glow<br />But why I smile<br />Is for me to know<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To be continued...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Comments closed.</span></span><br /></div>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-41366367429435963952008-08-17T00:52:00.001-04:002008-08-17T00:54:11.816-04:00Mystery: Part I<div style="text-align: center;">I've got a secret<br />That nobody knows<br />It lives deep inside<br />Where it grows and it grows<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stay tuned for Part II...</span><br /></div>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-48741745532284137532008-07-31T23:18:00.003-04:002008-08-01T00:10:03.934-04:00It's Friday, bitches<span style="font-weight: bold;">Wiggle-effing-Iggle Friday</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*another musical meme addition*</span><br /><br />That dollfaced Jersey gal, <a href="http://caffeinecourt.blogspot.com/">Jill, over at Caffeine Court</a> tagged me to do a musical meme. Perfect timing cuz then I can combine it with the much neglected <a href="http://lilactreedelights.blogspot.com/search/label/Wiggle-Iggle">Wiggle Iggle Friday</a>.<br /><br />The challenge:<br />Name 5 songs that I'm ashamed to admit that I like. This is actually difficult as I really do have awesome taste in music with very little exceptions, but here goes...<br /><br />1.) Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice - I just can't help myself, dammit. Whenever I hear this song I. must. sing. along...loudly. (And I'll just pretend that I don't hear you laughing...loudly...thankyouverymuch.)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp-is6S_b_g&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp-is6S_b_g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />2.) Gimme More by Britney Spears - This one was so hard for me to admit...seriously. However, I can try to quickly divert your attention from my lame taste in music by posting a clip of the horrid spectacle that was Ms. Spears' "big VMA comeback performance"...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jK-T5Y1ZeVg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jK-T5Y1ZeVg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />3.) SexyBack by Justin Timberlake - Revealing that I like this song may actually put my life in danger. As you read this my bad-ass, heavy metal peeps are probably organizing a posse to pistol whip me back to Pantera status.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqivPo0Y-0c&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqivPo0Y-0c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />4.)Chica Virtual by Arcangel - The song is in Spanish. I don't speak Spanish and yet I still try my damnedest to sing this fucker at the top of my lungs while in my car. Yep, pretty effing embarrassing, especially when I get caught totally fudging the lyrics while stopped at a red light next to a carload of Latinos. I'm such a white girl.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RToasgx7jkc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RToasgx7jkc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />5.) Anything by Pink - I can't stand this bitch. She dresses punk, yet writes pop songs. What gives? That said, I somehow know the words to her songs and yes, I sing them with gusto. Effing sad man. <br /><br />(No youtube clip from Pink because, like I said, I can't stand that bitch.)<br /><br />Now that I've embarrassed myself from revealing that I actually listen to a Britney song on occasion, I feel it necessary to redeem myself by posting a Pantera song (or four) as they are (or were), the best fucking band ever.<br /><br />Turn it up LOUD and bang your head HARD...you'll thank me later...promise.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQnKhniIMW8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQnKhniIMW8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAlTaLZasjQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAlTaLZasjQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONZ9bL2WGBE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONZ9bL2WGBE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Km8xIs24UeY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Km8xIs24UeY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Speaking of Pantera...did I ever tell you about the time I met Phil? No? Another time then...another time.LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-1260426386529242912008-07-27T21:12:00.002-04:002008-07-27T21:34:05.884-04:00Now back to our regularly scheduled programmingMy moment of weakness has passed. I'm totally not going to delete. Thanks all for your input. I think you're all correct when you say that I'll regret it. I would. I like it here and I would totally miss all yous guys.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Living at my dad's has been an adjustment. I mean, there are eight of us here and only one bathroom. Can you imagine?<br /><br />However, there is plenty of entertainment.<br /><br />Teenagers.<br /><br />This neighborhood has teenagers abound.<br /><br />Because my step-sister is smack-dab in the middle of teenage-hood, I often find myself surrounded by her and her posse.<br /><br />Call me crazy, but I actually enjoy this. They keep me young. And, get this, I actually speak their language really well.<br /><br />A few nights ago, my step-sister (Girl #1), her friend (Girl #2), and I had the following conversation:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Me: Oh ma gah...like, wow...I can't even believe that really happened...like, seriously?...what-ever man...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl #1: I know right?? Like, OMG...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl #2: ~giggle~She's so, like, dumb, or something...~said while text messaging furiously~</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl #1: Yah, she really is ~giggle~</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Me: ~giggle~</span><br /><br />In the midst of the "conversation", my Hubs walks by and gives me one of those squinty eyed looks that says <span style="font-style: italic;">what the hell are you doing</span>...<br /><br />Later, I explained to him that I love hanging with 14 year old girls and chatting like that. Literally, they giggle at almost everything I say...it's awesome and in an odd way, an insanely good ego boost.<br /><br />Plus, hanging with them totally gives me the opportunity to discuss really serious world issues like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miley_Cirus">Miley Cirus</a> and which trendy colors to paint your toenails. <span style="font-style: italic;">~giggle~</span>LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-25109677572551260732008-07-21T21:21:00.003-04:002008-07-21T21:34:25.809-04:00Fer SeriousI am thinking about deleting my blogs.<br /><br />Not for any dramatic reason or anything...I just have no desire to blog lately.<br /><br />However, I'm afraid that I'll click delete and feel satisfied for all of 3.5 seconds before inspiration for a great post strikes and regret sets in.<br /><br />::shrugs::<br /><br />(I think I'm going thru a phase and probably won't delete.)<br /><br />Thoughts? I'm especially curious to hear from anyone who has deleted and returned or has seriously, <span style="font-style: italic;">seriously</span> considered the same thing but reconsidered. What changed your mind? Did you eventually regain your love for blogging?<br /><br />I think I'm just in a down phase which is why I haven't deleted anything yet, but I have to say, the thought crosses my mind every day. I swear I've only been logging onto blogger lately to let the mouse linger over the delete button.<br /><br />For those of you who have been blogging for a long time...what keeps you going?<br /><br />**On a completely different note...<br /><br />I'm hearing nothing but great things about BlogHer and it really is fun to read...however...<br /><br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> not everyone was full of sunshine and roses. In a hotel full of women you know there <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> to be clashing personalities.<br /><br />So...<br /><br />Who was a bitch?<br /><br />And who was a bigger bitch?<br /><br />Dish peeps cuz inquiring minds want to know.<br /><br />If you want, you can even leave anonymous comments so as not to begrudge anyone....fer serious, I'm totally curious about this shitz.LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109675260592244599.post-69416298999423994922008-07-12T13:47:00.002-04:002008-07-12T13:54:41.311-04:00KarmaToday, I literally helped an old woman cross the street.<br /><br />To do this one, small thing for another person felt wonderful.<br /><br />It got me thinking about how much good will could be spread simply by everyone making sure to do simple things like this.<br /><br />What random act of kindness have you done recently?LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.com26