Skip to main content

A Favor Por Favor

I need some help from my blogging buddies if'n you don't mind. Here's the deal:

One of my dearest friends, Georgia, has a son in 5th grade (excuse me while I take a moment to reflect on him as a newborn and him taking his first steps and crying because I feel old. Ok, moving on.) That's him up there with their kitties. His class is doing a project where they are collecting postcards from all over the United States. He knows that I know a lot of people and asked me to help him out. How can I say no to my favorite kid that I didn't give birth to? That's right, you just can't. If you would like to help out, please email me and let me know. All you would need to do is fill out this little form I have with a couple things about where you live and then, if you could, pick out an awesome postcard and send it to him at his school (I have that info as well). This project is something the whole class is working on but me being the person that I am, ha!, I want Zach to get a card from every single state. So I need some help people. Not that kind of help, though there are days where it would come in handy. Wanna help Zach out? You would forever rock in my world! He's a great kid and I love to do stuff for him whenever I can. It's so weird, I think I'm more excited about this thing than he is. I'm just a freak I suppose. Email me or leave a comment for the info. Thanks Everyone!!!!


J in Ric said…
hey there... came through on the randomizer and thought i'd say hi. I'm in richmond, va and i'll send your little buddy a card from here if you want. cool project, i always love this kind of stuff.

my email is jorge.salgado at gmail dot com
I think I sent an e-mail too, but I have short term memory loss. Send me his address and I'll hook him up on something from DC.

Popular posts from this blog

One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other

When was the first time that you realized that your home was not like other people’s homes? 

My house has always been different from other houses. I don't think I could narrow it down to a particular time. I recall not having friends stay over. Ever. I always stayed at all my friends' houses and called their moms "Mom".

Not a lot of my friends were only children so to them, I was the odd duck. Believe me, I *was* the odd duck. Just for a myriad of other reasons.

Having a family of my own, I really see the differences in houses. We are more relaxed with some things that would not fly in other houses. It gets loud in our house. Extremely loud. If I stopped them from being loud all the time, I wouldn't get a single thing done. I tend to jump in right away when the kids are arguing because it can, and will, quickly snowball into WWIII and someone (or both) will be crying. We let our son play the Wii, computer or DS for far longer than other parents or even the "…


Please do not ask me to email photos out, I get entirely too many requests for them. These are the ones that I have at home, thanks to a couple of sources.

This Has To Be Said

I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks.

My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory):
I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were.Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all.Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who died from c…