A little bit of this, a little bit of that…
Librarians do Gaga!
Raincoaster shows us the proof. Nowhere is safe.
Porn for a second grader instead of a digital yearbook? Ooops!
Your Mama is confused as to what P-Diddy is being called these days. Hilarity ensues.
Chocolate isn’t really health food? Say it ain’t so!
Kelley discovers the perfect way to distract people from her bum leg. Headlights!
How to get your kids to like veggies. No, really!
Christa tells her story of transitioning babby to the crib. Enlightening!
Nataly writes a quick appreciation of SAHM’s. Can world peace be far behind?
Cakes shaped like babies. Candy is not a fan.
Well, do you want to know what happens when Stephen Moyer fans get a hold of a contest with their guy in it? They wind up sending Hugh Jackman packing with only thirty five percent of the vote.
Today I decided to have not only an international actor as Stephen’s competition, but one that has also played the role of vampire before. You all know who he is, and I’m actually surprised I’ve never included him in CDF before. Because, you know, he’s a very handsome guy.
So not exactly mano y mano, but more diente y diente. May the best vampire win!
test-inside – http://www.test-inside.com/test/GED.htm
Due to copyright reasons, I can’t put up a video clip of Julia’s interview with Oprah, but here’s a link if you are so inclined.
Basically, Oprah asks her about a typical day with her family, and Julia rattles off a synopsis of getting everyone up, fed, off to school, then home for a snack, “…just like every other family on the street.”
Oh yes, Julia. The similarities between you and 99.9% of the rest of the population are so very obvious.
Because all of us wear vintage Valentino gowns as we accept our Oscar, all of us get paid millions of dollars for a few months of work, and all of us hang out with George Clooney in Italy. Why, we were just there a month or so ago, and George sends you his best.
For once, I would like to hear some millionaire mom admit that she has an easier time than the rest of us, if only for the fact that unlike a certain someone who writes this blog, she never has to worry that the money to pay the babysitter is almost as expensive as the event that warrants the babysitting. Which of course, usually means that events like that don’t happen all that often.
So Julia, hang on to your delusion that you are just like me.
Until I see you dropping your kids off to school in your unwashed car, hair in a messy bun and still in your pajamas, I’m not buying it.