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Friday, January 30, 2009
and we have a winner.....
Our winner of the Bonbon Charms Valentine giveaway is commenter #22 is Randi!
Contact me at tiredsupergirl@gmail.com with your address! Congratulations!
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
apparently i have no fashion sense
The All I Need is Jesus and A Good Pair of Jeans book launch party
is taking place this Saturday.
My friend, Shannon, just wrote me and said, "You need to put that up on your blog."
So I am putting it up on my blog.
For those of you in the area, you are welcome to come by
and eat a cookie and buy a book
or have your book signed that you already bought.
These are the details:
The Book Launch Party
Saturday, January 31, 2009
1-4 pm (open house style)
Peninsula Christian Center Coffee Bar/Bookstore
1305 Middlefield Road
Redwood City, California 94063
I was on the way to Trader Joe's last night to get groceries.
And suddenly, I found myself in the TJ Maxx parking lot.
Which I took as a sign that I need a new shirt for the party.
It's not every day you have a book launch party.
And as I made my way to the clearance racks...because that is were I live...
I had the thought, "What does one wear to a book lauch party?"
Casual? Sequins? Lace? Designer knock offs? T-shirts with witty quips?
Which sent me veering off course toward the normal racks since maybe one
doesn't wear clearance items to sign books in.
And this was followed by the thought, "Do I need to match my book?" I hope not.
Because the book has some red and blue and yellow...not particularly my colors since I have olive skin and I look yellow around the mouth and eyes when I wear them.
Which was followed by the thought,
"Aren't authors supposed to be eccentric and creative in the way they dress?"
Because I tend to wear a whole lot of plain. Maybe a few stripes here and there.
By the time I ventured into the dressing room I had a hodge podge of shirts.
And as I tried on, I found myself saying,
"Oh, no!" and "Very terrible!" and "For heavens sake!" and "Good Lord, no!"
As I made my way to the juniors section, I felt sure that Clinton and Stacy of
What Not to Wear would be jumping out from behind some racks yelling,
"Dress your age!" at me.
And I would have gladly let them take me under their wing and tell me how terrible I looked and for heaven sakes, have some style already, and try this and this and this on. I would have given anything for that moment...and the $5,000 spending spree.
At one point, I paused in front of a pair of hot pink leopard print leggings.
Now I'm not saying I would have gone there but people in the store could sense
my desperation and were giving me a wide birth as I madly perused the racks.
So all that to say I ended up with...some underwear.
Which is appropos, I guess, since the whole idea for the book came from a gag gift of Supergirl underwear...but that doesn't really help me a whole lot with the new shirt dilemma.
So I'm waiting til my sisters get here. They're coming Thursday night.
They will have to take on the role of Stacy and Clinton.
Pray heavy for a release in the area of style in my life. It would be appreciated.
ps don't forget Thursday is the last day to comment on the Bonbon charms giveaway. It's stylish.
is taking place this Saturday.
My friend, Shannon, just wrote me and said, "You need to put that up on your blog."
So I am putting it up on my blog.
For those of you in the area, you are welcome to come by
and eat a cookie and buy a book
or have your book signed that you already bought.
These are the details:
The Book Launch Party
Saturday, January 31, 2009
1-4 pm (open house style)
Peninsula Christian Center Coffee Bar/Bookstore
1305 Middlefield Road
Redwood City, California 94063
I was on the way to Trader Joe's last night to get groceries.
And suddenly, I found myself in the TJ Maxx parking lot.
Which I took as a sign that I need a new shirt for the party.
It's not every day you have a book launch party.
And as I made my way to the clearance racks...because that is were I live...
I had the thought, "What does one wear to a book lauch party?"
Casual? Sequins? Lace? Designer knock offs? T-shirts with witty quips?
Which sent me veering off course toward the normal racks since maybe one
doesn't wear clearance items to sign books in.
And this was followed by the thought, "Do I need to match my book?" I hope not.
Because the book has some red and blue and yellow...not particularly my colors since I have olive skin and I look yellow around the mouth and eyes when I wear them.
Which was followed by the thought,
"Aren't authors supposed to be eccentric and creative in the way they dress?"
Because I tend to wear a whole lot of plain. Maybe a few stripes here and there.
By the time I ventured into the dressing room I had a hodge podge of shirts.
And as I tried on, I found myself saying,
"Oh, no!" and "Very terrible!" and "For heavens sake!" and "Good Lord, no!"
As I made my way to the juniors section, I felt sure that Clinton and Stacy of
What Not to Wear would be jumping out from behind some racks yelling,
"Dress your age!" at me.
And I would have gladly let them take me under their wing and tell me how terrible I looked and for heaven sakes, have some style already, and try this and this and this on. I would have given anything for that moment...and the $5,000 spending spree.
At one point, I paused in front of a pair of hot pink leopard print leggings.
Now I'm not saying I would have gone there but people in the store could sense
my desperation and were giving me a wide birth as I madly perused the racks.
So all that to say I ended up with...some underwear.
Which is appropos, I guess, since the whole idea for the book came from a gag gift of Supergirl underwear...but that doesn't really help me a whole lot with the new shirt dilemma.
So I'm waiting til my sisters get here. They're coming Thursday night.
They will have to take on the role of Stacy and Clinton.
Pray heavy for a release in the area of style in my life. It would be appreciated.
ps don't forget Thursday is the last day to comment on the Bonbon charms giveaway. It's stylish.
Monday, January 26, 2009
valentine giveaway
I'm a fan of Will Farrell in the movie Elf.
What does this have to do with Valentine's day, you ask?
Well, at one point in the movie, his boss asks him,
"Why do you keep smiling?"
And Will says, "I love smiling. Smiling is my favorite."
And his boss says,"Well, make work your favorite."
Bonbon Charms is my favorite. It's really the only jewelry I wear.
Every time, Erica (the designer and my sister), comes out with a new line,
I call her and say,"Send that right on down."
I don't take it off. I just add the new pieces on top of the old. Like Mr. T.
This is why I lost my Christmas present bracelet on an inner tube run.
Because I put it on as soon as she gave it to me and I didn't think,
"Maybe you should not wear a delicate piece of loveliness while careening like a mad woman down a hill on an innertube."
I was sad that I lost my bracelet...because it was my favorite.
So all that to say that Erica at Bonbon Charms is giving away a valentine charm.
See this?
And this?
Are they not your favorite?
Erica will be giving away one of her Tout Sweets.
Go over to her valentine line and pick out your favorite and leave it in the comments. Comments close Thursday night @9:00.
Order from her before February 4 and receive a 20% discount with the TSG (case sensitive) discount code.
If you know that your husband or boyfriend freezes up at the prospect of picking something out for you at Valentine's Day, Bonbon Charms can send a Candygram (e-mail) to them with a link to your favorite piece, just send a request to Erica@bonboncharms.com.
Hope you win!
What does this have to do with Valentine's day, you ask?
Well, at one point in the movie, his boss asks him,
"Why do you keep smiling?"
And Will says, "I love smiling. Smiling is my favorite."
And his boss says,"Well, make work your favorite."
Bonbon Charms is my favorite. It's really the only jewelry I wear.
Every time, Erica (the designer and my sister), comes out with a new line,
I call her and say,"Send that right on down."
I don't take it off. I just add the new pieces on top of the old. Like Mr. T.
This is why I lost my Christmas present bracelet on an inner tube run.
Because I put it on as soon as she gave it to me and I didn't think,
"Maybe you should not wear a delicate piece of loveliness while careening like a mad woman down a hill on an innertube."
I was sad that I lost my bracelet...because it was my favorite.
So all that to say that Erica at Bonbon Charms is giving away a valentine charm.
See this?
And this?
Are they not your favorite?
Erica will be giving away one of her Tout Sweets.
Go over to her valentine line and pick out your favorite and leave it in the comments. Comments close Thursday night @9:00.
Order from her before February 4 and receive a 20% discount with the TSG (case sensitive) discount code.
If you know that your husband or boyfriend freezes up at the prospect of picking something out for you at Valentine's Day, Bonbon Charms can send a Candygram (e-mail) to them with a link to your favorite piece, just send a request to Erica@bonboncharms.com.
Hope you win!
things said at breakfast this morning
1. "He likes to blow boogers on his fingers." (Will, about Addison sticking his finger up his nose and blowing...it's very terrible.)
2. "Go get a tissue. Show daddy that you can use a tissue."
(me, to Addison in response to increased blowing on his part.)
3. "Did you know that Addison is putting legos in Jack's orange juice?"
(Scott, to a distracted me, while passing through the kitchen)
4. "Mom is so laid back." (Jack, in response to Scott's comment, while fishing out a soggy legos.)
5. "What?" (me, caught off guard by the advent of small toys in the orange juice)
6. "What is that smell? Addie, do we need to change you?"
7. "No, that was me." (Jack, giggling)
8. "Jack Aughtmon!" (me, shocked and appalled and yet not surprised)
9. "What are you doing, Addie?" (me, still reeling from my last comment.)
10. "Looking at my belly button." (Addison, holding up his shirt, studying his portruding belly...he has an outie.)
11. "You have a cute belly button." (me...he really does have a cute belly button)
12. Whack! (Addison's hand smacking Will's head as Will tries to lick Addison's belly button.)
13. "Will Aughtmon!" (me, shocked and appalled and yet not surprised)
14. Giggling. (Jack and Will, at Will attacking Addison's belly button.)
15. "Addie, come back here." (me to Addison, trying to bring him back to the table after being so rudely accosted by his brother.)
16. "Boys, sit down!" (me again, they are all milling around like animals in a wild game park instead of calmly eating their breakfasts like civilized people. Do they not know what chairs are for?)
17. Heavy sigh. (Me...who else would be sighing?)
This has been an excerpt from the Aughtmon family breakfast table.
Please do not hold the parents responsible for this exchange.
They are as sorry as you are that it took place.
2. "Go get a tissue. Show daddy that you can use a tissue."
(me, to Addison in response to increased blowing on his part.)
3. "Did you know that Addison is putting legos in Jack's orange juice?"
(Scott, to a distracted me, while passing through the kitchen)
4. "Mom is so laid back." (Jack, in response to Scott's comment, while fishing out a soggy legos.)
5. "What?" (me, caught off guard by the advent of small toys in the orange juice)
6. "What is that smell? Addie, do we need to change you?"
7. "No, that was me." (Jack, giggling)
8. "Jack Aughtmon!" (me, shocked and appalled and yet not surprised)
9. "What are you doing, Addie?" (me, still reeling from my last comment.)
10. "Looking at my belly button." (Addison, holding up his shirt, studying his portruding belly...he has an outie.)
11. "You have a cute belly button." (me...he really does have a cute belly button)
12. Whack! (Addison's hand smacking Will's head as Will tries to lick Addison's belly button.)
13. "Will Aughtmon!" (me, shocked and appalled and yet not surprised)
14. Giggling. (Jack and Will, at Will attacking Addison's belly button.)
15. "Addie, come back here." (me to Addison, trying to bring him back to the table after being so rudely accosted by his brother.)
16. "Boys, sit down!" (me again, they are all milling around like animals in a wild game park instead of calmly eating their breakfasts like civilized people. Do they not know what chairs are for?)
17. Heavy sigh. (Me...who else would be sighing?)
This has been an excerpt from the Aughtmon family breakfast table.
Please do not hold the parents responsible for this exchange.
They are as sorry as you are that it took place.
Friday, January 23, 2009
and the tour continues
A few more fun tour pictures...
the book on the go with Cindy in Denver International Airport
with Jenny in the artic weather of Minnesota
several books with my girl Lindsey in Menlo Park, California
And with Lora, at the inauguration...the book shared Lora's ticket. Thanks, Lora!
The book was involved with some history making.
Special thanks to all the lovely tour guides. Where would the book be without you?
(In a box at my house)
I'm beyond proud.
You guys are too fun!
the book on the go with Cindy in Denver International Airport
with Jenny in the artic weather of Minnesota
several books with my girl Lindsey in Menlo Park, California
And with Lora, at the inauguration...the book shared Lora's ticket. Thanks, Lora!
The book was involved with some history making.
Special thanks to all the lovely tour guides. Where would the book be without you?
(In a box at my house)
I'm beyond proud.
You guys are too fun!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
a red letter words winner and a few special treats
The winner of the Red LetterWords giveaway is commenter #34: Sherri in MI.
Contact me with your e-mail information at tiredsupergirl@gmail.com so that I can get you in touch with Dee to select your piece of faith inpired art. So fun!
Here are your random numbers:
34 Timestamp: 2009-01-23 06:40:39 UTC
For those of you who did not win and would still love to have a Red LetterWords print,
Dee has offered a 15% discount if you include the discount code TSG in the message section when you order. (The original amount of $55 will go through and the discount will then be refunded to you via your paypal account.)
This offer is available until Friday January 30. Thanks, Dee!
And for those of you truly longing for a valentine's treat,
there will be a Bonbon Charms giveaway on Monday.
Because we really like free things around here.
Contact me with your e-mail information at tiredsupergirl@gmail.com so that I can get you in touch with Dee to select your piece of faith inpired art. So fun!
Here are your random numbers:
34 Timestamp: 2009-01-23 06:40:39 UTC
For those of you who did not win and would still love to have a Red LetterWords print,
Dee has offered a 15% discount if you include the discount code TSG in the message section when you order. (The original amount of $55 will go through and the discount will then be refunded to you via your paypal account.)
This offer is available until Friday January 30. Thanks, Dee!
And for those of you truly longing for a valentine's treat,
there will be a Bonbon Charms giveaway on Monday.
Because we really like free things around here.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
red letter words giveaway
So I was on etsy. Because sometimes I just can't stay away.
I was looking for something to put on the table with my books at an upcoming conference.
So that it doesn't just look like a table with a pile of books.
Have I mentioned that the thought of standing next to a table with my books
makes me start to sweat? I didn't? Well, that is another post entirely.
But while I was on etsy, I found Red LetterWords. And I was smitten.
Now I know that really you should just be smitten with people.
But I tend to get excited by decor.
First I saw this one.
and then I saw this one.
They reminded me of the part in Deuteronomy where it says to write God's commands on your door frames and your gates.
Incorporating scripture into our daily lives.
She has word pictures of Hannah's prayer and the sermon on the mount.
So of course I had to contact Dee, and tell her how I loved her work.
She was gracious enough to make a sign for my lonely books.
And was even more gracious in saying that she would do a giveaway here on the blog.
For all you tired supergirls out there.
So go over to Red LetterWords and then come back here and tell me your favorite sign in comments. Comments will be open until Thursday at 9:00 pm.
The winner announced on Friday gets to pick a picture of their choosing.
I'm especially partial to this one.
I may have to print it up and leave a picture of it on Scott's desk...
Valentine's day is coming soon. It never hurts to leave a hint.
I was looking for something to put on the table with my books at an upcoming conference.
So that it doesn't just look like a table with a pile of books.
Have I mentioned that the thought of standing next to a table with my books
makes me start to sweat? I didn't? Well, that is another post entirely.
But while I was on etsy, I found Red LetterWords. And I was smitten.
Now I know that really you should just be smitten with people.
But I tend to get excited by decor.
First I saw this one.
and then I saw this one.
They reminded me of the part in Deuteronomy where it says to write God's commands on your door frames and your gates.
Incorporating scripture into our daily lives.
She has word pictures of Hannah's prayer and the sermon on the mount.
So of course I had to contact Dee, and tell her how I loved her work.
She was gracious enough to make a sign for my lonely books.
And was even more gracious in saying that she would do a giveaway here on the blog.
For all you tired supergirls out there.
So go over to Red LetterWords and then come back here and tell me your favorite sign in comments. Comments will be open until Thursday at 9:00 pm.
The winner announced on Friday gets to pick a picture of their choosing.
I'm especially partial to this one.
I may have to print it up and leave a picture of it on Scott's desk...
Valentine's day is coming soon. It never hurts to leave a hint.
Monday, January 19, 2009
the book goes to Washington
My friend, Nina, decided that the book needed to be in DC for the inauguration.
As far as I can tell, the book is living a far more intriguing life than me.
But I'm okay with that.
First, the book went to coffee at Ebenezer's,
National Community Church's Coffee house, which sits diagonal from Union Station.
I think I've mentioned a time or 20 how much we loved our time at NCC
being on staff with some of the most hilarious and creative people on the planet?
But it bears mentioning again. Because we miss them.
And on most days I would love to go get a nice warm drink in Ebenezer's myself. Which is maybe why Jesus moved us back to California so I wouldn't bankrupt the family with my intake of beverages.
Then the book jogged on over to the Inaugural Launch Concert.
That momentous occcasion was followed by a jaunt over to the Capitol.
Which always gets me because it is so stately and symbolic.
I would like to say a special thank you to the cutest ever tour guide, Nina,
for including the book on her historical tour of Washington DC during such
a momentous time.
And if I can figure out how to get out there sometime in the near future?
I will surely be going to Ebenezer's for that drink.
As far as I can tell, the book is living a far more intriguing life than me.
But I'm okay with that.
First, the book went to coffee at Ebenezer's,
National Community Church's Coffee house, which sits diagonal from Union Station.
I think I've mentioned a time or 20 how much we loved our time at NCC
being on staff with some of the most hilarious and creative people on the planet?
But it bears mentioning again. Because we miss them.
And on most days I would love to go get a nice warm drink in Ebenezer's myself. Which is maybe why Jesus moved us back to California so I wouldn't bankrupt the family with my intake of beverages.
Then the book jogged on over to the Inaugural Launch Concert.
That momentous occcasion was followed by a jaunt over to the Capitol.
Which always gets me because it is so stately and symbolic.
I would like to say a special thank you to the cutest ever tour guide, Nina,
for including the book on her historical tour of Washington DC during such
a momentous time.
And if I can figure out how to get out there sometime in the near future?
I will surely be going to Ebenezer's for that drink.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
peace or something like it
I have always thought of peace as a feeling.
Like an overwhelming wave of softness that settles on your soul.
Or a heavy calm, a contentedness that sits in your mind.
But most days, with 3 little boys, 1 big one, a church plant,
school activities, bills, mildew on the shower curtain and
a small gathering of ants camping out near the foot of the tub,
I find myself screeching, "Can't I get a little bit of peace in here?"
Sometimes I think I should be able to find peace in my bathroom
if I just lock the door. Or by reading a book under a throw on the couch.
Or by driving far away by myself with a tall cafe misto from Starbucks.
But that is more like an escape.
So maybe peace isn't a feeling. Maybe it is an action.
Choosing to go with what God is sending my way without resistance. Peace.
Accepting the chaos and the joy of a full household with a resounding, "Yes!"
instead of trying to retreat. Peace.
Revelling in the moment instead of worrying about the future. Peace.
Looking the things that scare me the most in the eye and moving forward. Peace.
Maybe peace is forgetting about my limitations and focusing on God's abilities.
Or maybe peace is about the passing of fear.
The knowledge that circumstances are not changing but the way I view God and his place in my life is.
I'm not sure how this next year is going to turn out. But God knows. Peace.
I gained 5 lbs eating scones at Christmas. But God loves me anyway. Peace.
I don't understand how life works. But God does. Peace.
I'm not exactly sure how peace moves or how it found its way into my soul.
But I felt a small surge of it this morning.
And I'm going with it.
Like an overwhelming wave of softness that settles on your soul.
Or a heavy calm, a contentedness that sits in your mind.
But most days, with 3 little boys, 1 big one, a church plant,
school activities, bills, mildew on the shower curtain and
a small gathering of ants camping out near the foot of the tub,
I find myself screeching, "Can't I get a little bit of peace in here?"
Sometimes I think I should be able to find peace in my bathroom
if I just lock the door. Or by reading a book under a throw on the couch.
Or by driving far away by myself with a tall cafe misto from Starbucks.
But that is more like an escape.
So maybe peace isn't a feeling. Maybe it is an action.
Choosing to go with what God is sending my way without resistance. Peace.
Accepting the chaos and the joy of a full household with a resounding, "Yes!"
instead of trying to retreat. Peace.
Revelling in the moment instead of worrying about the future. Peace.
Looking the things that scare me the most in the eye and moving forward. Peace.
Maybe peace is forgetting about my limitations and focusing on God's abilities.
Or maybe peace is about the passing of fear.
The knowledge that circumstances are not changing but the way I view God and his place in my life is.
I'm not sure how this next year is going to turn out. But God knows. Peace.
I gained 5 lbs eating scones at Christmas. But God loves me anyway. Peace.
I don't understand how life works. But God does. Peace.
I'm not exactly sure how peace moves or how it found its way into my soul.
But I felt a small surge of it this morning.
And I'm going with it.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
when people say nice things I cry
As those of you who mother small people know,
while there is a lot of non-verbal affirmation that
goes along with our job in the way of hugs and kisses,
it is very rare that a 5 year old pipes up and says,
"Hey, Mom...I just wanted to take the time to let you know that the way you clothe and feed me really impacts me in a positive way. I really appreciate all the clean
underwear and healthy snacks that you send my way.
And mostly, you should know that you are awesome."
Nope, that just doesn't happen.
Mostly, I am glad to get a thank you here and there.
And those are mostly prompted thank yous...by me. You know how it goes.
"Mom, can I have some juice?" (child)
"Mom, can I have some juice, PLEASE?" (me)
"Mom, can I have some juice, please?" (child)
"Of course, you can have some juice." (me)
Silence. (child)
"Thank you for the juice, Mom." (me)
Silence. (child)
"THANK YOU FOR THE JUICE, MOM." (me)
"Thanks for the juice." (child)
It takes the joy away when one has to work for the gratitude.
So the thing that has caught me off guard in the last few days
is that people keep saying nice things about the book.
First of all, the fact that people are buying the book is amazing.
Secondly, that they are responding to it...TO ME...I can't seem to take it.
Immediately my face crumples and I begin to cry.
So for each of you that has e-mailed me or facebooked me or left a kind comment,
you should know that I have just sat in front of my computer and cried.
And Scott is unsure of where to go with this. Because, we're happy, right?
This is what we wanted, right? RIGHT?
He sent out an facebook invite for the book launch party.
Each time it pops up that someone is coming, I start crying again.
Then I got an email with the first book tour photo.
Next stop on the tour...Diza's nightstand.
I cried. There could be dehydration in my future.
Either that or I may need to go in and get my hormones checked.
But just so you know? I am grateful. To you. And to Jesus.
And that's all I'm saying.
Lest I sound like I am accepting a golden globe award.
And because I'm starting to tear up again.
ps Thought you should know that the first book sighting at Barnes and Nobles
went down in true tired supergirl style.
One child threw himself bodily to the floor screaming,
"I no wanna go Barn and Noble!"
Another was clutching himself, chanting rather loudly,
"I have to go pee pee! I have to go pee pee!" and the 3rd child
kept getting lost in amongst the rows of other peoples books.
Life as it should be.
while there is a lot of non-verbal affirmation that
goes along with our job in the way of hugs and kisses,
it is very rare that a 5 year old pipes up and says,
"Hey, Mom...I just wanted to take the time to let you know that the way you clothe and feed me really impacts me in a positive way. I really appreciate all the clean
underwear and healthy snacks that you send my way.
And mostly, you should know that you are awesome."
Nope, that just doesn't happen.
Mostly, I am glad to get a thank you here and there.
And those are mostly prompted thank yous...by me. You know how it goes.
"Mom, can I have some juice?" (child)
"Mom, can I have some juice, PLEASE?" (me)
"Mom, can I have some juice, please?" (child)
"Of course, you can have some juice." (me)
Silence. (child)
"Thank you for the juice, Mom." (me)
Silence. (child)
"THANK YOU FOR THE JUICE, MOM." (me)
"Thanks for the juice." (child)
It takes the joy away when one has to work for the gratitude.
So the thing that has caught me off guard in the last few days
is that people keep saying nice things about the book.
First of all, the fact that people are buying the book is amazing.
Secondly, that they are responding to it...TO ME...I can't seem to take it.
Immediately my face crumples and I begin to cry.
So for each of you that has e-mailed me or facebooked me or left a kind comment,
you should know that I have just sat in front of my computer and cried.
And Scott is unsure of where to go with this. Because, we're happy, right?
This is what we wanted, right? RIGHT?
He sent out an facebook invite for the book launch party.
Each time it pops up that someone is coming, I start crying again.
Then I got an email with the first book tour photo.
Next stop on the tour...Diza's nightstand.
I cried. There could be dehydration in my future.
Either that or I may need to go in and get my hormones checked.
But just so you know? I am grateful. To you. And to Jesus.
And that's all I'm saying.
Lest I sound like I am accepting a golden globe award.
And because I'm starting to tear up again.
ps Thought you should know that the first book sighting at Barnes and Nobles
went down in true tired supergirl style.
One child threw himself bodily to the floor screaming,
"I no wanna go Barn and Noble!"
Another was clutching himself, chanting rather loudly,
"I have to go pee pee! I have to go pee pee!" and the 3rd child
kept getting lost in amongst the rows of other peoples books.
Life as it should be.
Monday, January 12, 2009
we are officially potty training
When I say "we", You would think I meant Addison, since he is the one being trained.
But in our house it is a full family affair.
As soon as the words come out of Addison's mouth,
"I need go pee pee, Mom!"
We are all in. I'm yelling to Scott,
"Daddy, Addison has to go potty!"
To which he says, "All right, Addison!"
Which magically brings Jack and Will to the bathroom to stare at
their younger brother and suddenly there are three of us crouching around
the toilet trying to see if he will actually go through with the "pee-pee."
I am the potty body guard and say things like,
"Stand back! Give your brother some room!"
If Addison completes his task, he flashes a giant grin.
To which we respond with applause, possibly a little whistling and
a generous amount of affirmation. "Way to go!" "Good job!" "You are so BIG!"
He then gets to pick out a sticker for his potty chart.
When he gets 100 stickers, he will get to pick out a toy,
an emblem of potty success, to signify a great deal of potty going which is exciting, especially to me, since this counts as year 7 of non stop diapering in
the Aughtmon home. A new day is coming, tsgs, it really is.
Addie is doing well...but we have not been without set backs.
He has been trained for the last 2 1/2 years to just let things go.
It is difficult to try and learn the new "hold it in" concept.
We have had several poo-tastrophes. I am of the school that if something
has been fouled in such a way, it has lived out its purpose in this life.
We have said good-bye to several pair of underwear.
None of which will be missed more than the red Kung Fu Panda underpants.
Our favorite line in that movie is,
"There is no charge for awesomeness or attractiveness."
I had to tell Addison,"Kung Fu Panda says there is nothing awesome or attractive
about what just happened here." Good-bye, Po.
We also bid a fond farewell to Batman and Spiderman.
But I am feeling hopeful.
That we have many awesome and attractive and diaper free days ahead.
A girl can dream, can't she?
But in our house it is a full family affair.
As soon as the words come out of Addison's mouth,
"I need go pee pee, Mom!"
We are all in. I'm yelling to Scott,
"Daddy, Addison has to go potty!"
To which he says, "All right, Addison!"
Which magically brings Jack and Will to the bathroom to stare at
their younger brother and suddenly there are three of us crouching around
the toilet trying to see if he will actually go through with the "pee-pee."
I am the potty body guard and say things like,
"Stand back! Give your brother some room!"
If Addison completes his task, he flashes a giant grin.
To which we respond with applause, possibly a little whistling and
a generous amount of affirmation. "Way to go!" "Good job!" "You are so BIG!"
He then gets to pick out a sticker for his potty chart.
When he gets 100 stickers, he will get to pick out a toy,
an emblem of potty success, to signify a great deal of potty going which is exciting, especially to me, since this counts as year 7 of non stop diapering in
the Aughtmon home. A new day is coming, tsgs, it really is.
Addie is doing well...but we have not been without set backs.
He has been trained for the last 2 1/2 years to just let things go.
It is difficult to try and learn the new "hold it in" concept.
We have had several poo-tastrophes. I am of the school that if something
has been fouled in such a way, it has lived out its purpose in this life.
We have said good-bye to several pair of underwear.
None of which will be missed more than the red Kung Fu Panda underpants.
Our favorite line in that movie is,
"There is no charge for awesomeness or attractiveness."
I had to tell Addison,"Kung Fu Panda says there is nothing awesome or attractive
about what just happened here." Good-bye, Po.
We also bid a fond farewell to Batman and Spiderman.
But I am feeling hopeful.
That we have many awesome and attractive and diaper free days ahead.
A girl can dream, can't she?
Saturday, January 10, 2009
And the final winner is.....
And the winner is....
Here are your random numbers:
1
Timestamp: 2009-01-11 07:07:51 UTC
Comment number 1 - deezmath!
Congratulations! Send me your address at tiredsupergirl@gmail.com
and I will send your book out right away!
Thanks everyone for commenting...and if by chance, you get the book...
send me your pictures for the world tour anyway! :)
Here are your random numbers:
1
Timestamp: 2009-01-11 07:07:51 UTC
Comment number 1 - deezmath!
Congratulations! Send me your address at tiredsupergirl@gmail.com
and I will send your book out right away!
Thanks everyone for commenting...and if by chance, you get the book...
send me your pictures for the world tour anyway! :)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
all I need is Jesus and a good pair of jeans: the world tour
So on this last post of shameless book promotion and free book giveaways,
I decided there needed to be a world tour.
And why not? With all the un-packing from our Christmas trip,
the random rug cleaning from un-identified dog poo tracker (I think it was Addison)
(we don't have a dog - do not even ask how this came to pass)
and the under taking of potty training with the youngest Aughtmon boy (also Addison),
it seemed like the perfect thing to do.
So I thought you would enjoy seeing some of the spots where the book has been.
Special thanks to my good friend, Melissa, my walking buddy,
for the book's first night of fun!
First stop on the book tour...
Sprinkles Cupcakes...
for Red Velvet and Chocolate Peppermint...hello, lovely cupcakes.
Than onto LaBelle Day Spa for some pampering...doesn't the book look relaxed?
To Modesto for a night out with the girl cousins, Jess, Brooke and Alys....
okay, so I forgot to take the book out....I was just excited to see my cousins.
Then on to Starbucks for a visit with my friend, Sandra.
That's my friend Sue's daughter, Kayla...
is she not the cutest barista ever? Yep, she is.
The book enjoyed it's cafe misto.
And let's not forget, the highlight of the tour, re-uniting with my college
roommate, Leslie, in McDonald's playland.
Leslie makes a very lovely hand model.
And there you have the tour.
A small apology to those of you who thought I would be leaving a 100 mile radius of home. Let's not forget...I am in potty training mode...
there will be no travel in my life for a good 6 months.
But that doesn't mean the book can't travel.
I've already asked my friend, Kristi,
to send me a picture of her book in India when it arrives.
Any of you who would like to send me a picture of the book from your hometown
at your favorite spot it will be included on the website on
The World Tour: A pictorial. I know at least my mom will send me one.
World Tour pictures can be sent to tiredsupergirl@gmail.com
Name your favorite hot spot you would take the book in the comments for a chance to win the book.
Comments will be open until 9:00 Saturday.
I decided there needed to be a world tour.
And why not? With all the un-packing from our Christmas trip,
the random rug cleaning from un-identified dog poo tracker (I think it was Addison)
(we don't have a dog - do not even ask how this came to pass)
and the under taking of potty training with the youngest Aughtmon boy (also Addison),
it seemed like the perfect thing to do.
So I thought you would enjoy seeing some of the spots where the book has been.
Special thanks to my good friend, Melissa, my walking buddy,
for the book's first night of fun!
First stop on the book tour...
Sprinkles Cupcakes...
for Red Velvet and Chocolate Peppermint...hello, lovely cupcakes.
Than onto LaBelle Day Spa for some pampering...doesn't the book look relaxed?
To Modesto for a night out with the girl cousins, Jess, Brooke and Alys....
okay, so I forgot to take the book out....I was just excited to see my cousins.
Then on to Starbucks for a visit with my friend, Sandra.
That's my friend Sue's daughter, Kayla...
is she not the cutest barista ever? Yep, she is.
The book enjoyed it's cafe misto.
And let's not forget, the highlight of the tour, re-uniting with my college
roommate, Leslie, in McDonald's playland.
Leslie makes a very lovely hand model.
And there you have the tour.
A small apology to those of you who thought I would be leaving a 100 mile radius of home. Let's not forget...I am in potty training mode...
there will be no travel in my life for a good 6 months.
But that doesn't mean the book can't travel.
I've already asked my friend, Kristi,
to send me a picture of her book in India when it arrives.
Any of you who would like to send me a picture of the book from your hometown
at your favorite spot it will be included on the website on
The World Tour: A pictorial. I know at least my mom will send me one.
World Tour pictures can be sent to tiredsupergirl@gmail.com
Name your favorite hot spot you would take the book in the comments for a chance to win the book.
Comments will be open until 9:00 Saturday.
And the winner is...again....
Today's winner of the book is:
2
Timestamp: 2009-01-09 06:34:19 UTC
Commenter #2, Jenny, you win the prize!
E-mail your address to tiredsuper@gmail.com
and I will send out your book
lickety-split!
2
Timestamp: 2009-01-09 06:34:19 UTC
Commenter #2, Jenny, you win the prize!
E-mail your address to tiredsuper@gmail.com
and I will send out your book
lickety-split!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
as my friend Paula says...hell has frozen over
The reason for the sudden chill down under? I joined Facebook.
I swore I would never join Facebook.
I said I was against Facebook because I knew once I got on I would not be able to get off.
And what would happen to the children once I got on Facebook?
No one I asked would tell me. They just shook their heads.
Well, I can tell you what happens to the children when you join Facebook.
There is probable cause for calling CPS.
All the children got for dinner tonight was scrambled eggs.
The children are being neglected due to cyber space. And that is wrong.
Sweet Hosannas!
I have been sucked into it's vortex and I am not sure when I will return.
But in case you are already on Facebook and have come to terms with feeding your kids eggs for dinner once or 7 times and you enjoy looking at gagillions of your
friends pictures and instant messaging and adding friends and wondering
how your college friends still look so young and confirming new friends,
you can sign up to join the tired supergirl group....RIGHT HERE.
So we can all hang out together there.
And make sure to invite your friends to join, too...so we can take them into
the abyss with us.
(Pray a sweet mercy prayer over me so I can rip myself off of the Facebook...my page is open on my computer even now...I'm going back.....)
Post your solution to freeing yourself from Facebook in the comments for a chance win a copy of the book.
Comments will be open until 9:00 Thursday night.
I swore I would never join Facebook.
I said I was against Facebook because I knew once I got on I would not be able to get off.
And what would happen to the children once I got on Facebook?
No one I asked would tell me. They just shook their heads.
Well, I can tell you what happens to the children when you join Facebook.
There is probable cause for calling CPS.
All the children got for dinner tonight was scrambled eggs.
The children are being neglected due to cyber space. And that is wrong.
Sweet Hosannas!
I have been sucked into it's vortex and I am not sure when I will return.
But in case you are already on Facebook and have come to terms with feeding your kids eggs for dinner once or 7 times and you enjoy looking at gagillions of your
friends pictures and instant messaging and adding friends and wondering
how your college friends still look so young and confirming new friends,
you can sign up to join the tired supergirl group....RIGHT HERE.
So we can all hang out together there.
And make sure to invite your friends to join, too...so we can take them into
the abyss with us.
(Pray a sweet mercy prayer over me so I can rip myself off of the Facebook...my page is open on my computer even now...I'm going back.....)
Post your solution to freeing yourself from Facebook in the comments for a chance win a copy of the book.
Comments will be open until 9:00 Thursday night.
the winner of the book is....
Here are your random numbers:
5
Timestamp: 2009-01-07 05:59:37 UTC
The winner of yesterday's giveaway is Rebecca.
The Rebecca of comment #5 that is, since there were two Rebeccas
in the comments.
Rebecca, e-mail your address to tiredsupergirl@gmail.com so
I can send out your book!
5
Timestamp: 2009-01-07 05:59:37 UTC
The winner of yesterday's giveaway is Rebecca.
The Rebecca of comment #5 that is, since there were two Rebeccas
in the comments.
Rebecca, e-mail your address to tiredsupergirl@gmail.com so
I can send out your book!
Monday, January 5, 2009
self promotion is not my gifting (I have a book out)
(comments are now closed on this post)
So this is the other thing about writing that maybe no one has ever told you.
You have to promote yourself. To other people. Who are alive.
Now some of you maybe are natural self-promoters.
Not in a gross and offensive way but just in a way that you can naturally
share your talents with other people and come across as sweet and un-assuming.
I, however, was raised to believe that to speak highly about yourself and what
you are offering is just a wee bit...ummm...I don't know....
unattrative and lacks tact and graciousness.
I come by this honestly.
I just spoke to my Dad this past Sunday. He is a naturally gifted speaker.
People love his stories. He travels the world speaking.
When I ask him how his speaking is going he usually says, "People were very kind."
Later my mom will call and say something like,
"1,497 people wept as your father described Jesus' love to them
and told the story about the Johnny and the baseball game."
But my dad would NEVER say this. EVER.
I was raised to know the art of deflecting a compliment.
When someone says, "I like your hair."
I say, "Oh, you should have seen me yesterday. I was hideous."
It's all about down-playing yourself. Unless you write a book.
And than you have to throw that out the window and accept compliments about your hair and tell people nice things about yourself.
So all this to say, though it goes against the grain, my husband, Scott,
is attempting to school me in the art of un-offensive promotion. So here goes.
I have a book.
All I Need Is Jesus and A Good Pair of Jeans:
The Tired Supergirl's Search for Grace.
It's for sale. On Amazon. And Target.com.(be still my beating heart). And CBD.
And maybe at your local Christian book store.
Not that I think that I am Maya Angelou and deserve Amazon reviews, but if you have
already read the book and enjoyed it and want to leave a review on Amazon,
I would be grateful.
In the off chance that you don't know what the book is about,
it is about the tension that we tired supergirls live in between the woman that we are presently and the woman that we long to become and the grace that Jesus pours out on us in our every day living.
You can read the first chapter here.
You'll see that I have issues with pride and selfishness and chocolate and lack of discipline...so basically if you read it, you will feel A TON BETTER about yourself. Why not get a group of your tired supergirl friends to read it together and all feel better about yourselves? It would be fun, wouldn't it?
And so it begins.
So this week, as I begin to embrace the author-ly life...
(I never thought that authors did laundry. I thought they had house keepers and smoked pipes and sat in pubs reading their works to each other. Apparently, I am not C.S. Lewis and I will have to continue on in the area of laundry and housework.)
I will be giving a book away with each post this week.
So leave a comment about what my next author-ly act should be....
after I finish my laundry.
Comments for this post will be open until 9:00 Tuesday night.
So this is the other thing about writing that maybe no one has ever told you.
You have to promote yourself. To other people. Who are alive.
Now some of you maybe are natural self-promoters.
Not in a gross and offensive way but just in a way that you can naturally
share your talents with other people and come across as sweet and un-assuming.
I, however, was raised to believe that to speak highly about yourself and what
you are offering is just a wee bit...ummm...I don't know....
unattrative and lacks tact and graciousness.
I come by this honestly.
I just spoke to my Dad this past Sunday. He is a naturally gifted speaker.
People love his stories. He travels the world speaking.
When I ask him how his speaking is going he usually says, "People were very kind."
Later my mom will call and say something like,
"1,497 people wept as your father described Jesus' love to them
and told the story about the Johnny and the baseball game."
But my dad would NEVER say this. EVER.
I was raised to know the art of deflecting a compliment.
When someone says, "I like your hair."
I say, "Oh, you should have seen me yesterday. I was hideous."
It's all about down-playing yourself. Unless you write a book.
And than you have to throw that out the window and accept compliments about your hair and tell people nice things about yourself.
So all this to say, though it goes against the grain, my husband, Scott,
is attempting to school me in the art of un-offensive promotion. So here goes.
I have a book.
All I Need Is Jesus and A Good Pair of Jeans:
The Tired Supergirl's Search for Grace.
It's for sale. On Amazon. And Target.com.(be still my beating heart). And CBD.
And maybe at your local Christian book store.
Not that I think that I am Maya Angelou and deserve Amazon reviews, but if you have
already read the book and enjoyed it and want to leave a review on Amazon,
I would be grateful.
In the off chance that you don't know what the book is about,
it is about the tension that we tired supergirls live in between the woman that we are presently and the woman that we long to become and the grace that Jesus pours out on us in our every day living.
You can read the first chapter here.
You'll see that I have issues with pride and selfishness and chocolate and lack of discipline...so basically if you read it, you will feel A TON BETTER about yourself. Why not get a group of your tired supergirl friends to read it together and all feel better about yourselves? It would be fun, wouldn't it?
And so it begins.
So this week, as I begin to embrace the author-ly life...
(I never thought that authors did laundry. I thought they had house keepers and smoked pipes and sat in pubs reading their works to each other. Apparently, I am not C.S. Lewis and I will have to continue on in the area of laundry and housework.)
I will be giving a book away with each post this week.
So leave a comment about what my next author-ly act should be....
after I finish my laundry.
Comments for this post will be open until 9:00 Tuesday night.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
lest you think we had no drama this yuletide season
We arrived back home after an eventless flight this afternoon...can I get an amen?
However I feel I do need to set the record straight about our blissful Christmas holiday.
Just so you know that all is normal in the Aughtmon clan.
It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little crazy.
1. Addison caught a respitory virus to take along as a special Christmas present to his cousins. One word will suffice. Mucous. Enough said.
2. Christmas night, Will hit Addison in the back of the head with a mammoth Winnie-the-Pooh.
3. This sent Addison to the ER since Winnie-the-Pooh had him careening into the corner of the coffee table busting his nose, cutting his eye and giving him his first nose bleed. He looked a little bit like Rocky after he fought Apollo Creed.
4. Addie got his first taste of surgical glue...every toddler's Christmas dream.
5. Will lost his lunch on arrival at Denver Airport...turbulence is not his friend.
5. Scott decided Addison should not get all the ER fun and had a gall stone attack 2days after arriving in Colorado. Just in case you are ever in Fort Collins and in immense pain...we highly recommend Poudre Valley Hospital.
6. Scott and I took turns at our Beaver Meadows family snow day looking like cartoon characters as our legs scissored back and forth and totally deserted us, throwing us to the icy ground. Scott played it off, immediately doing a snow angel. (Scott says there was a giant gust of wind that blew him over...I have no such alibi.) I just sat there, jarred to my core, not really remembering the snow of my youthful days being so very hard. Like really cold cement.
But after that it was all cupcakes and sunshine, people.
Seriously, it was one of our best family times ever and I wish right now I were back at my parent's house sitting in front of the fire surrounded by my sisters and brother and their families, sipping a hot tea and cracking open another lovely book.
But even so, I'm excited about what this New Year will hold.
A brand new year with brand new possibilities...and maybe a little less drama.
However I feel I do need to set the record straight about our blissful Christmas holiday.
Just so you know that all is normal in the Aughtmon clan.
It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little crazy.
1. Addison caught a respitory virus to take along as a special Christmas present to his cousins. One word will suffice. Mucous. Enough said.
2. Christmas night, Will hit Addison in the back of the head with a mammoth Winnie-the-Pooh.
3. This sent Addison to the ER since Winnie-the-Pooh had him careening into the corner of the coffee table busting his nose, cutting his eye and giving him his first nose bleed. He looked a little bit like Rocky after he fought Apollo Creed.
4. Addie got his first taste of surgical glue...every toddler's Christmas dream.
5. Will lost his lunch on arrival at Denver Airport...turbulence is not his friend.
5. Scott decided Addison should not get all the ER fun and had a gall stone attack 2days after arriving in Colorado. Just in case you are ever in Fort Collins and in immense pain...we highly recommend Poudre Valley Hospital.
6. Scott and I took turns at our Beaver Meadows family snow day looking like cartoon characters as our legs scissored back and forth and totally deserted us, throwing us to the icy ground. Scott played it off, immediately doing a snow angel. (Scott says there was a giant gust of wind that blew him over...I have no such alibi.) I just sat there, jarred to my core, not really remembering the snow of my youthful days being so very hard. Like really cold cement.
But after that it was all cupcakes and sunshine, people.
Seriously, it was one of our best family times ever and I wish right now I were back at my parent's house sitting in front of the fire surrounded by my sisters and brother and their families, sipping a hot tea and cracking open another lovely book.
But even so, I'm excited about what this New Year will hold.
A brand new year with brand new possibilities...and maybe a little less drama.
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