I Birthed Triplets This Year

Starting a blog is sort of like birthing a baby.   There is no manual just a little typing, a little click here, click there, and poof you've got a brand spanking new baby blog, learning as you go.

 First I became addicted to reading blogs.  If you know nothing about me, know this.... when I need to buy a new product I read all 9,999,999 reviews spending two months doing research before I plop down my money for that new $59 popcorn maker.

Broke two months later

It's sick, this need to explore all avenues, that I suffer from.  So by the time I am 187 I should have read every blog there is at least once.  I can die happy.  As long as I don't need to make any major purchases before then.  Doing so is likely to add more years to how long I need to remain alive.

 Before you know it Pinterest enters your life.  Now you've got twins, reading every blog with a pretty picture AND pinning every pretty picture you see.  And if you want to make a Fall wreath, well you have to find and pin every Fall wreath you like right?  By the time you are done it's January and you don't have a Fall OR Christmas wreath because you spent all your time pinning wreaths instead of making one.  As we say goodbye to August I have accepted the fact I won't be making a summer wreath and I'm sort of mad about that.

Now lets talk about getting fat.  Blogging. Makes. Me You. Fat.  Why the helll did you guys all have to be such good cooks?  You know who you are!  Bloggers, bakers, and pinners alike.  And good food photo takers making the food look even better so I can't resist trying it out.  Seriously.  My pants hate me now.  My muffin top looks like something you would see in a People of WalMart photo. My kids ask me how come I take pictures of them but they aren't really in the photos, only their hands holding some edible that I found on line and had to make.

                   Self Explanatory

Then there is Facebook.  My 3rd little bundle of joy.  I've got the lingo down .... FB :) . 

And it's so flipping fun!  I can plop down my muffin top, survey pinterest, pick my cake off a board and eat it too, answer emails, read FB, hop over to HomeTalk, read blogs, pretend I know what I'm doing with Google+, BlogHer, and the 10,000 other things I have signed up for.  And I can do all that in the 18 hours a day that I'm not sleeping.

And I love my little triplets 'ta pieces.  I never really liked doing laundry anyway, and all my friends have dust so why shouldn't I?  I'm excited to go to the grocery store these days after I've made my list for the weekly Pinterst pins I plan to make.  And my muffin top...... well now it matches my love handles.  Or is that the same thing?

There is just one thing I need to know, while I'm spending time with the triplets, who is going to paint all the stuff I've been stock piling in the garage over summer?

This is not my garage, but I'm surprised by how similar it is!

I'm kinda worried I'm gonna be expecting again yet this year.  So far I don't tweet and the triplets haven't asked for a baby bird.

Hop over to my side bar where you can become a follower, or follow me on Pinterest,   or HomeTalk, sign up to get my posts via email, be my friend on FB or just *like* my FB page (because for some strange reason I needed a page and a PAGE so I have two)

and heck I don't even know what's all on there anymore.

I just know I'm happy you're here. :)

Disclaimer: Not one of the photos contained in this post is mine.

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