It's been quite a while since I've posted here, but that's mostly because I have a blogger profile for my real estate business and that's what I sign in to iGoogle with.
And I really do prefer Xanga for my blogging and photo sharing. It's easy, and that's what I really need!

But I like this layout and wish that my computer was able to handle a cool one for Xanga. Someday, I'll get a new computer, and a laptop....maybe even one of them thar portable dvd players......lots of fun toys!

So yeah, that's about it.

So I thought I'd give Blogger/Blogspot/Whatizitagain? A whirl, but still like Xanga better.
Why, you ask?
It's easier to "subscribe" to new blogs--to make new friends. It's nice to have blogrings to belong to, just to cruise through and hey, make new friends.
It's easy!~ Not that I'm totally computer illiterate, but why knock an easy thing? I'm not saying that Blogger doesn't have those things---I just can't figure it out.
I also tried MySpace (note the lack of a link!), but I'm definitely NOT fond of it. It's in the news too much, and again, it's not as easy for me as Xanga.
I've only joined MySpace and Blogger to keep up with a few friends.


So that's my stuff.
If you want to find out more, you can check out my Xanga Blog.
I've recently gotten irritated with people coming by without saying anything, so I enabled XangaLock. I might "unenable" it, though. I guess it's better to see that a hundred people stopped by rather than just 4, eh?
:-)

POOP!
Not for the faint-hearted.
Ok, so I was visiting with my friend, Laura, on Friday. She was holding her sleeping daughter (8 months), while her older daughter (almost age 4) was upstairs playing with Kyle. That's mine. He's 4. Drew is also mine and he's a year and a half. They were all up in Kyle and Drew's room messing around when I hear Kyle hollering.
"MOMMMMY......ewww....Mommy! There's poop up here on the floor!"
Great.
I hope it's just cat puke. His hairballs look like poop sometimes.
I holler back as I'm walking into my room to get stuff to clean it up with.
"Is it Drew's?"
"YES! It's from his dipey!"
Ok, GROSS. I grab a clean dipey, wipes, and try to look for a bag for the dipey. You know those orange bags from the Dollar Tree? They're in the baby section.
Anyway. I walk up the stairs, and I see Drew booking it from his room to Kyle's room almost like he's chasing Kyle and Julia. With his dipey off and it's like he's swinging it in glee and chasing the Big Kids.
At least the poop is smushed in and it's not getting all over. (Thank You, GOD!)
I change Drew, and notice that he's chewing on something. YES! It was poop! He was eating the freaking nasty GREEN poop. Talk about foul. After hunting around his room for poop on the floor and not finding it, I surmise that Drew has eaten that poop and it's no longer around. How gross to have to brush your baby's teeth because he's munching on poop! And then he drools on me. POOPY DROOL FROM DREW!
Thankfully, there didn't appear to be much that he'd ingested and he hasn't been sick.

I wonder if there's a market for a new snack called "Poop Munchies." Hmmmm....I can see a Saturday Night Live skit of it now....