moosh in indy.

I have wanted to spew words of rainbows and puffy glitter kisses about some of my favorite bloggers for a while but never knew quite how to do it. Then the lovely Heather gave me the chance with her OMSH Valentine Giveaway. (Yes! You too can enter!) She said there were no extra brownie points for kissing her rear, but I’m going to anyway. She’s half of the problem reason I’m self hosted. The other half of my problem is her. But I’ll get to her later. I would never be where I am without Heather, and every time I successfully don’t screw up my blog a little “HIZZA!” goes out, dedicated to her. This is by far one of my most favorite posts ever. (You have to download the song for full effect.)

Next is Jessica of Kerflop. She’s guilty of awe inspiring blog design, being unbearably tall, making the world more beautiful and being a fellow Mormon.

Third on my list is Metalia. While I’m still not speaking to you and your pert little pregnant belly, I will allow others to seek you out and adore you also. When anyone asks what my favorite blog to read is “Metalia” is always my first answer. So there you go.

Fourth is Bossy. But who doesn’t love Bossy? I’m pleased to say that Bossy is even better in person. She glows. I have yet to meet someone who made a better, more long lasting impression on me ever. (Does that sound creepy? Stalkerish? Ah well.)

Fifth is Laura. She became a widow in November, left with five adorable kids. I love her in more ways than my heart has capacity for. ‘Nuff said.

Sixth, Andi. Poot and Cubby. If only words came to me as well as they come to you. You’re a delicious turkey dinner to me, perfectly cooked with all the trimmings (the ones I like, none of that sweet potato garbage.)

Seventh is Jessica of OTJ. If you read her then you know there is no one word that could ever encompass Jess. So let’s put a food to her (hey, it worked for Andi) I’d say, mmm, Jessica is the perfect mashed potato. Comforting, versatile and always tasty, with a long, interesting history.

To keep this from being the longest, sappiest post ever, I’ll assign foods to a few other loves of my reader.

Redneck Mommy-The punch at prom that someone slipped vodka into.

Fussypants-The most scrumptious ice cream sundae ever. With sprinkles.

Clink- A perfectly grilled veggie burger with swiss cheese and marinated mushrooms.

Ben- Ben’s the chocolate cake, Bennie’s the frosting.

Last but not least is every single one of you. You’re the buffet of my dreams.

xoxo, Casey

Aw, YOU GUYS.

(Well, you in particular.)

Rachel nominated me in the Blogger’s Choice Awards for…

Holy crap right?

And people have actually voted for me. (Okay, so I voted for myself, but it’s all in an effort of self love, this Eat, Pray, Love book has made me want to love me more.)

So I know you have to register to vote, but it’s really a painless registration and they don’t send you any garbage. (At least they haven’t sent me any, maybe I was blacklisted as a “self-voter”?)

I would just like to be able to get on the first page, not even first place, just, you know, towards to top. By all the winners.

JustMommies made up a list of the top 100 Mommy Blogs of 2007. Guess who made it to #27 and didn’t even try? I wouldn’t even know about it if it weren’t for the only Daddy Blogger who made it on the top Mommy Blogger list. (To share a list with women like this and this and this and this is an honor.)

Even thought I haven’t showered and the song “Barracuda” is pounding through my head as punishment for not quitting Guitar Hero in a reasonable amount of time last night, I’m happy. And thankful.

Now if you like me go vote for me.

Please?

I’ll even make good on a promise to you!

Remember the tongue promise?

Who’s the hottest mommy blogger NOW?

When I joined with Cody’s family seven years ago there was only one grandchild.

There are now seven.

We are quickly being outnumbered.

As I sat against a wall last night while we tried to fake some sort of family all together dinner I realized the adults are losing.

Little people are over taking our lives.

Adults: nine.

Kids: seven.

Five of the seven are fully capable of forming complete sentences, making demands and having opinions.

Five of the seven are also boys.

Four of the five boys spent the evening hurling themselves down the stairs.

the moosh spent the evening wondering who the heck these guys were and where the heck they came from.

the moosh is lost in a sea of sound effects, Spiderman, guns, cars and Transformers.

As am I. I never had a brother. I only have one little girl who oozes princess and bleeds pink.

Mrs. Fussypants just found out that she is knocked up with her fifth boy. As in they will live in her house all at the same time for at least 18 years.

Let’s all give the fabulous Mrs. Fussypants a big bloggy round of applause and congratulations.

That woman has balls.

12 of them.