Nicknames are so last century.

Nicknames are so last century.

Growing up I had a slue of nicknames. Some not so age-appropriate (Mrs. Captain Morgan before I was of drinking age). Some just plain bizarre.

Moose Chicken. It was my email address from the day I created a Hotmail account to the day I started applying for "real life" jobs out of high school. The moose spurred from a session in a mall photo booth where I couldn't resist but to give myself antlers. In every picture. Unflattering.

Chicken. Oh chicken, chicken, chicken. OG nickname came from my inability to conjure the normalcy nerve to ask for something as simple as a ketchup packet at a restaurant. I was a baby. A big fat, everyone else should do it for me baby. Who knows if when I asked that lovely McDonald's cashier for an extra packet of ketchup, that it would be the day he decided to flip a switch and toss hot french fry oil all over my sweet seven year old head?! I was a cautiously, imaginative seven year old. Very imaginative. Okay, paranoid. I was paranoid alright!!

The evolution of the Chicken in Moose Chicken came when I had the metabolism of a race horse. I swear my right leg was just a hollow dump site for any type of food I consumed. Upon entrance of the empty limb, said food would disappear. Poof! Straight into another dimension that I'm sure is equivalent to that where unicorn farts and fairy burps are the epitome of passe. Not to mention super classy and highly lady-like.

I had chicken legs. Itty-bitty, brush 'em with a feather and they'll break chicken legs. They were replaced with honking elephant legs when I was pregnant with Nugget and not until thumbing through last weeks photos did I realize that...

 

...hells to the yes! The chicken legs have returned. (We still need some work on the bat wings.)

Let's be honest here, Moose Chicken has a far better ring to it than Moose Heffer.

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In an attempt to be *gasp* organized.

In an attempt to be *gasp* organized.

I've resolved to "get my shit together" for 2010. Expletive, I know, a bit harsh. That's what it takes with this stubborn cookie. Swear words.

For the first time since I physically left the confines of my home to work, I purchased a ridiculously over-sized cork board that now sits proudly above my desk. Right smack in front of my mug. I'm thankful it is in no way, shape or form reflective. Daily work attire/appearance: greasy and homeless.

Now I have this thing. Staring at me blankly (pun totally intended).

I snazzed it up with some of the badrillion push pins I own. Yes, I own an excessive number of push pins and no cork board until this past weekend. I dangerously hang home decor on them when I'm not convinced a hammer and nail are required like the instructions say. I'm edgy like that. Furthermore, is it just an unseasoned homebody thing or does everyone else call them thumb tacks?? Husfriend gave me the funkiest expression when I asked him to "Grab me a push pin. I want to hang this air freshener above Nugget's bed." Apparently I was speaking the Japanese I've always longed to learn. Fancy that.

The next step, and mind you, this may be the only step for a few weeks days whilst I get used to having this thing, was to add a small calendar for bill due dates. I'm a visual person. I also tend to keep information on small post it size pieces of paper that I also tend to lose. Frequently. Then I go into crisis mode. For being one who used to cater to the organization of others' lives, I seem to have lost my groove. Hey universe! Stella wants it back.

P.S. Stella is me but just for the purpose of my obscure reference. I'm Jess again. You're welcome.

I could have settled for a Krazy Kitties or Beaches of the World calendar. They would have all been so unnecessarily large and obnoxious though. I figured I'd dip my curious tootsies into the House of 3 world. That digital scrapbook kit business is all the rage. I'm an if-I-don't-have-to-get-out-of-the-car-then-sign-me-up kinda gal, so download-and-print is right up my cyber alley.

I bought and printed these awesome postcard size calendars and if you're trying your darndest to get your shit together in 2010, I suggest you do the same. Plus the proceeds benefit Nourish the Children. Double whammy.

 **Click the photo to purchase yours today.**

So I've got my cork board, my push pins, my mini-calendars, and a few coupons that I am sure are burning a hole right through my new piece of decor...furniture...to whatever the cork board is referred.

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Wordless Wednesdays: Kid Tested, Mother Approved

Wordless Wednesdays: Kid Tested, Mother Approved

A cozy spot to nibble some Kix and watch his morning cartoons.

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hey you.

hey you.

I miss you dearly.

I promise I'll be back with a vengance in the coming days.

Hopefully with big news of world domination and independent wealth.

My ears are ringing. 14! N.

Natalie Portman is so, totally, talking about me right now.

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Wordless Wednesdays: Run, Husfriend, Run

Wordless Wednesdays: Run, Husfriend, Run

**The finish line of the PF Chang's Arizona Rock'n'Roll Half Marathon on January 17, 2010. Husfriend's finish time: 1:39:07 with 4 miles of "training" four weeks prior. AKA: Amazeballs.

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Wordless Wednesdays: Nugget Trains

Wordless Wednesdays: Nugget Trains

My lovely friend Julie at Angry Julie Monday started a Wordless Wednesday McLinky for a picture you've taken in the past week.

I'm no photographer.

This picture was taken with my Crackberry just yesterday when Nugget and I decided to kill some time before picking up Husfriend from work. There is an awesome train park in Scottsdale and since Nugget is infatuated with anything that goes choo-choo, it was an easy time passer.

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