Mrs Fussypants has posted the Frump Fighting Manifesto ... I love this woman. Seriously. And she has a new baby boy. Find his pictures, and be ready to drool.
Amy at Humble Musings has a great post about Subway excluding homeschoolers from an essay contest. I totally agree with what she's saying.
This comes from Amy's sidebar. All Inflation's Little Parts ... a really fun, really fascinating, and slightly depressing interactive chart.
This is a very sweet post about why this mom moved her family from the suburbs to the Slanted Little House is West Virginia, where there are Chickens in the Road. I love this psst, except that she picked the wrong state ... I mean, if she wanted an area far enough out that she couldn't get pizza delivered, why didn't she move in on my street?? Seriously.
Jessica at Farm Fresh has the cutest little girls. Ever. I'm so not kidding. I wish they didn't live so stinking far away, because I want them to come over and play with
Jenni at Just Chicken Feed is funny. Very, very funny. Her most recent post is about Double Standards, and she has one about hot sauce and chicken wings that mad me laugh so hard I had tears in my eyes. She teaches her kids the correct names for all parts of anatomy, which makes her husband cringe. I think I love her.
Holly's daughter has five brothers. It appears to be wearing on her psyche.
Amanda at Shamelessly Sassy is good. She's very, very good, and I want her to be my new best friend. One time she chased an ice cream truck, and she's not a fan of too much make-up on 5-year-olds. (She's also not G-rated. If you're easily offended by language, don't go there.) I don't know where she lives. I wish it was Paige, Texas, but I think that might be asking a little too much.
Heidi, the Minnesota Mom, likes to go places that have strange art. I don't get the art. Maybe I'm just too unrefined.
And one final thing. If you have a sweet little boy who loves to be outside, and you've got all kinds of moral objections to chemicals (like ant killer), get over it. Fire ants love little boy feet as much as little boys love to stomp in dirt. Fire ant infested dirt. Kill fire ants, however you must do it, or else you'll spend several days feeling guilty about something like this:
And these are quite a bit worse than the look. I counted 56 bites on this foot. I am the world's worst mother. Please don't tell anyone from my church, or maybe they won't let me around their kids anymore. And then I would be sad. Because at lease if I'm not having babies, I can play with other people's babies. I'm just saying.