Add equal parts glitz and glam and gaudy.

Fold in a few rock stars in training.

Stir wildly until everyone is out of control.

Let things settle while they eat cake.

Cook for 2 1/2 hours and you should end up with one happy Birthday Girl.

(and one tired mama!)

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We’re already running late for preschool this morning, but I had to take a moment to give a little “Wheee!” that one of my posts is appearing on Aiming Low today!

“I Love My Type B Kids“, which originally ran here in July, is up on this most-awesome parenting website as part of their “Three Day Weekend” series. Please stop by and say hello and check out their other fabulous writers who always start off my day with a laugh and a wink.

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I finally got around to cleaning up our very messy office before the new year.

There were papers to file:

A desk to find:

Where does this stuff go?

There was a box of items my mother chose to save from my childhood home. The priceless items she chose?

A few mice from my once-gigantic mouse collection. Good thing she saved these, they’ve gone up in value by sooooo much (snort):

There were some special jewels, like the stick pin with NOTHING monogrammed at the top. And the Wonder Woman bracelet:

The ugly-as-sin decorations like the one on the far left that I painted at one of those paint-your-own pottery places when I was 12:

Sunglasses I wore but couldn’t actually see out of since they were so dark:

Oh, and then this. . .the boxer shorts I collected from some brave chap on the night of my bachelorette party. I washed them, but still, ewwwwwwwwwwwww. . .

Out with the old, in with the new. Who knows what I’ll unearth in December when I do this all over again.

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