Fabulous Prizes!

I am just full of blogosphere news today. Ready? Here goes.

Firstly, I am proud to announce that, at the urging of Manic Mommy and with the added incentive of the prizes she is offering, I donated blood today for the first time in my life. And it didn't even hurt. And I got out of the house for 2 hours without the kids for a legitimate reason (as opposed to just wandering around Target or the local bookstore). If you'd like to know more about Manic Mommy and her blood donor drive (and trust me, she is truly obsessed about this cause) check out her blog. Manic Mommy, a picture of my bandaged arm is coming your way (as soon as I figure out how to do that).

Secondly, I have come into my 15 minutes of fame; I am the Housewife of the Week over at MommaSaid.net. All I had to do to win was to tell MommaSaid why my week was the worst ever. As anyone who follows this blog knows, I am an expert at whining; and now I have tangible proof. The write-up for the award (hee, hee, I won something) was done by the website's owner Jen Singer, who showed remarkable perspicacity and taste by selecting me as this week's winner. Ahem. (Was that good, Jen?) I won a book about big families called Table For Eight: Raising a Large Family in a Small Family World (by Megan Francis). Gosh, I love free stuff.

But enough about me....I'd like to thank all of you who have supported and encouraged me on my long, slow climb to the top. I will not forget those of you who knew me before I became Housewife of the Week. Fame will rest gracefully on these shoulders.

Maybe.

Larry had the day off today; so he spent his time making sure that I would be confused trying to navigate my way around the new computer. He set up many different accounts, some with parental blocks, all with special passwords. And a very special account all for himself, because he is the Administrator. I do believe that he is drunk on power. I also believe he was trying to block the entire blogosphere, so that his wife would stop talking about people she doesn't know as if she had actually met them. This nefarious plan of his failed, however - thank goodness.

He calls y'all my imaginary friends. And he always looks worried when he says it.

Whew - back tomorrow with our regularly scheduled programming (kids, and vomit, and mice, of course).