• The comments! They are fixed! They are no longer dumped into "junk comments" and I no longer have to "unjunk" them in order to be seen! The solution? It was very simple. I now feel stupid that I didn't catch it. The upside? I am learning more about Moveable Type than I ever wanted to know. Now that I have a bit of confidence under my belt, I am tackling a problem on my husband's blog. None of this would have been possible without the wonderful support I got from these folks.

• Blog Fodder is back and better than ever. Ok, not much has changed yet other than the template. But there are many changes in the works. One of them will be the addition of a "Blog of the Month." If you are a participant, you just may be chosen to be interviewed. How cool is that? My dear readers, won't you join us? Pretty please? Did I tell you I think you are fantastic? By the way, Blog Fodder #19 is up and running!

• Whenever you are dropping your child off, or picking one up to come over for a play date, never, ever (and I mean EVER) trust them when they tell you they know where said child lives. It happened to me this weekend. Twice. Clearly I have a hard time learning from my mistakes.

• Friday night, we had seven children visit us. Five spent the night. The house is still standing. Saturday night, one of the same girls spent the night again. Her sister was having a birthday/slumber party at her house and she would have had to spend the evening in her room. Considering the fact that Chickie was helping a friend baby sit Saturday night (after they were done she would stay the night at friend's house), it was a perfect thing for Meelie. We took them to a restaurant called Bonzai. We have leftovers. I get to take them in to work with me tomorrow. Life is rough, yes? To top that off, I can show you pictures because I know that all of you wonderful readers (who will be joining us this week in Blog Fodder right?), have missed the pictures of my children. I am not the kind of person who would disappoint you!

  
  

  
  

• Tomorrow I have an appointment to go see the dermatologist in the morning. My husband has been after me (I'm not known for taking care of these things) to get one. I've got a suspicious spot on my leg that I've been watching. I am here to tell you that watching it doesn't make it get smaller. I'm going to also have him check a couple of other areas that are making me uncomfortable. To say I'm freaking out would be an overstatement (which is surprising). Quite frankly, I'm not feeling anything yet. I'm sure that will change tomorrow. At that point, I will be scared spitless, and freaking out and battling tears. I just want it over with.

And that, my friends, is about all I have to say. Have a wonderful evening and don't forget to participate in Blog Fodder this weekend.