Super MT

The moment a woman gives birth, a plethora of knowledge, skills, and super powers are bestowed upon her (moms, back me up on this, those of you who still are yet to give birth, just wait and see). Among those super powers: multitasking, is that one word or two...nevertheless, I digress. If I were a superhero I would be MultiTasker, my awesome spandex suit would have a MT on the front. Now, you may be thinking multitasking is not a superpower. I'm not talking ordinary, run of the mill, 'send emails while eating lunch' multitasking.' I'm talking hard-core, only elite superhero power multitasking. We're talking 'pumping while driving on I-10' multitasking, 'baby in one arm, cooking supper, & changing a diaper all at the same time' multitasking. "Why," might you ask, "would one want to change a diaper while cooking supper?" I say, because I can! Because I am Super MultiTasker! and because I really don't want Jason to get that nasty rash on his bum.

Life's Lesson #382 Amber Had To Learn The Hard Way:
Never take a 2 year old to a beauty school for a hair cut.

Life's Lesson #383 Amber Had To Learn The Hard Way:
Never take a 1 year old WITH a 2 year old to get his hair cut at a beauty school.

Life's Lesson #384 Amber Had To Learn The Hard Way:
Never take a 1 year old & a 2 year old anywhere alone. Actually just anwhere. (I'm sure you'll read about it on the Associated Press or hear about it on nightline, or maybe TMZ).

words of advice I'll never have to worry about: "when tying your string bikini..."

ARG!

What do online social networking, sending Christmas cards, and shaving (well, body hair removal in general, for that mattter) all have in common? You guessed it, once you start, there's no going back, you've crossed the point of no return. And I've now crossed the point of no return. I've been sucked into the abyss of the online world and I'm not seein' any exit signs. Example: check my blog at 9:30, just before settling into bed, before I know it, it's summer and I'm reading Courtney's mother's cousin's sister's blog, whom I've never met, (and by her online interests, don't think I want to) (j.k. courtney, your aunt and her various pet/farm/exotic animal caretakers seem very nice).

But in the whole cyber social networking world, I am in the remedial class, the slow lane if you will, as I only have 5 "followers" and I'm not yet a "follower" (but only because I haven't figured out how to become one, oh, but I will) *aside, my 6th grade counselor is cringing at this last clause, isn't middle school all about not becoming a follower? anywho, it's just Trav has like 12,000 followers (is that what they're called on facelift?) but he says facelift is in "real time" but isn't all time "real"? Ok, maybe not star trek time, because they can travel through time, oh and Scott Bakula can too, but other than that I think that might be all. Nevertheless, I'm rambling, I just meant to say, boy am nosy, I love reading about yall's days and seeing your photos, keep 'em comin, cause I know I will.
As the sun sets slowly in the west, I bid you fine farewell my friends,
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