Have you seen those green bags on TV? Ever wondered if they actually work? Pumpkin Delight tried them out and apparently the green bags do keep produce fresh, but not as long as they claim.

A garden to attract humans. This is so true.

Why can’t bloggers just get along? I read Dooce, Amalah, Bossy and Mrs. Fussypants and I love them all. And I can assure you they all have their own unique voice.

Speaking of fighting within the mommyblogger community, Queen of Spain wrote a great Open Letter to Mommybloggers.

With all this fighting I think we could all use a strawberry margarita with a side of humor (and a lot of cursing).

Or maybe you like your margaritas frozen…on a stick. Popsicles for adults.

Or if you don’t want that much tequila, maybe you want to try out some of the smoothie recipes from our Weary Parent Camp.

It’s amazing how different Friday nights are after kids.

I joined the itty bitty titty committee a long time ago. Unfortunately I was there even before nursing my babies.

Wow! I thought I was tired, but I’ve never been this exhausted. Samantha is in desperate need of a girls night out. Or a weekend in bed in a quiet hotel.

The price of a security is almost worth it.

In honor of George Carlin, who passes away earlier this week, Liz gives us the 7 words you cannot say in her home.

MetroDad has way better text conversations then I do.

Laid-Off Dad has come up with, um, non-wedding announcements to let people know about his divorce.

Looky, Dad’s dad cracks me up.

Speaking of things that make me giggle like a school girl…

Aimee’s Mac has a mind of it’s own. And it’s not happy she’s leaving it behind.

Guess what we got? Finally!

A Wii Fit.

They are so hard to find. I wish I would have pre-ordered it on Amazon, but I stupidly thought I could just run out to my local Target and get one after they came out. I was wrong.

We have looked everywhere. I’m on a mailing list on bestbuy.com, walmart.com and circuitcity.com to notify me the second they have them in stock. About a week ago I got an email from circuitcity.com and by the time I went to their website to buy it they were already out again. It’s just insane.

Every time we go to the store we ask if they have them in back, knowing full well that they don’t. Each time we’ve walked out of the store Wii Fit-less. I’ve been cursing everybody who already has one. Those lucky bastards.

But now that’s all changed.

One of our local movie theaters offers free movies every Wednesday and Thursday. This week’s movie was Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. The kids have already seen it, but they were willing to see it again if it meant going to the theater with all the video games and being able to down a full bucket of buttery popcorn.

But when they got t the theater it was all sold out. So instead they decided to see go to a different theater to see Speed Racer. However, that movie was an hour later. So they decided to kill some time at K-Mart. Lee and the kids made their way to the video game section. As usual they didn’t have any Wii Fits.

Somebody asked Lee if he needed any help. Lee said, “I know you don’t have any, but I was just wondering if maybe you had a Wii Fit in back somewhere?” They didn’t. So Lee and the kids started to leave.

As they were heading out an employee hollered out to Lee. “Sir? Sir! Come with me.”

Lee looked at the kids and asked, “What did you do? Did one of you take something?” Lee thought they were getting in trouble for shoplifting.

The employee led Lee back to the video games. He said, “Were you looking for the Wii Fit?”

Apparently they get exactly one Wii Fit in about every two weeks and the Fed Ex guy has just left. The game was still in the Fed Ex envelope. So Lee snagged it.

He called me and said, “I’m at K-Mart and they have a Wii Fit. Do you want me to buy it?”

I think my exact words were, “Fuck yes.”

So now we are the proud owners of a Wii Fit. I’m so excited.

Of course we took it out of the box and tried it out the second they got home from the movie. And I was pleased to find out my Wii Fit age is only 37. Granted that’s still three years older than I actually am, but it could have been much worse.

At my friend’s suggestion I gave the hula hoop aerobic exercise a try. And I suck at it. I can’t get my hips to move in a circular motion, let alone catch the flying hula hoops coming at me. After a few seconds I usually end up standing there on the Wii board shaking my booty. The kids get a hoot out watching me try. Needless to say, they kick my butt at hula hooping. I think Skyler doubled my best score the first time she tried. And it took me four times to get that best score.

So if I’m not blogging you can bet I’m shaking my booty playing Wii Fit. I’ve got to figure out how to beat the kids at this game.

I mentioned before that Lee’s aunt owns a restaurant in the Phoenix area (it’s actually in Mesa) called the Iowa Cafe. Well this Saturday she is holding a fundraiser from 6am to 4pm. She is giving the whole day’s sales to flood victims back here in Iowa.

She’s having a meal special. Breakfast or lunch for just $5. And she has a great menu full of all the goodies we eat here in Iowa like maid-rites and big ‘ol breaded tenderloins.

Yesterday Lee contacted Kurt Warner’s foundation to see if they could help. And they donated a signed helmet. I believe there are some other items to be auctioned off as well.

We have friends who have lost every single thing in their home. Their baby’s crib. Their most prized possessions. Their first home as a family. Other friends needs to replace all their kitchen appliances, their furnace, their water heater, their washer and dryer and their electrical box…and FEMA is giving them just $3000. They were outside the 500 year flood zone so they didn’t have flood insurance. Who would have thought it would have gone out that far? Nobody. So Iowans can really use all the help you can give.

If you are in the Phoenix area, stop by the Iowa Cafe on Saturday for breakfast or lunch (or both). Bid on the Kurt Warner helmet. Tell Aunt Pam hi. And help out an Iowan. We really appreciate it.

Speaking of stubborn men, or at least my stubborn man. Not only can men not ask for directions, but they also refuse to accept help with their cell phones. What’s up with that?

The other night Lee and I were laying in bed. I was reading (this fabulous book by Jen Lancaster which you should totally buy and read because it will make you snort milk out your nose it’s so funny) and Lee was playing with his new cell phone.

It’s been more than two years since Lee upgraded to his Motorola Razr. A phone he had very bad luck with. He had that thing in the US Cellular shop so many times they started to recognize him. Eventually he convinced them to give him a new replacement phone. Not long after that Lee had yet another water accident with his phone. But this time it wasn’t a raft ride. This time it was the washing machine. I swear he’d lose his ass if it wasn’t attached to his legs. So we had to pay $50 for a replacement phone (because we have insurance on his phone). So the new phone worked well. For about a month. And then the screen started going blank whenever it felt the need…usually when Lee didn’t feel the need. Same problem as the old phone.

So it was time to upgrade. He decided to stick with Motorola mainly because we already have Motorola chargers and we’re cheap like that. But this time he decided on the Krzr…for a few minutes at least. As the girl was switching all his contacts (all seven of them due to the washing machine incident), Lee was eyeballing the Rokr. He’s just never satisfied.

When she was done transferring his contacts Lee took a look at his phone. The screen on the front was crocked. It was so weird. He pointed it out the girl helping us and she was floored. She’s never seen anything like that before. She told Lee she’d get him a new one, but she said, “Are you sure you want the Krzr or would you rather switch to the Rokr?” Lee was faced with a difficult decision and he couldn’t decide what to do. The Krzr? Or the Rokr? I said, “You better go with the Rokr. You know that’s what you want.” The sales girl agreed. So the Rokr it was.

Which brings us back to our bed the other night. Lee had downloaded some mp3 on his phone, but he couldn’t remember how to change his ringtone. He was looking under settings. He was looking under properties. He was looking every were but under sounds. I was about to lose my mind. I said, “give me the phone.” He refused.

By this tiime I had turned off my light and was laying down to go to sleep. He still couldn’t find the big bell that was staring him the face. But he refused to let me help him.

Finally after no less than 20 minutes he gave up. I grabbed the phone. Clicked on the big bell. Changed his ringtone and gave it back to him. All within about a 53 seconds.

That’s 20 minutes more of sleep I could have gotten if he just would have given me the damn phone when I asked for it. Men.