Other then commenting on other peoples blogs, I have no idea how to promote my blogs. I’ve heard and even checked out a few different directory submission place, but i don’t really understand them.

I could advertise them on my facebook page, but I do not want family coming to my blogs. Or old boy friends for that matter.

So how do you do it? And not spammy ways either.

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We are watching a really screwed up movie right now : The gamer – have you seen it? It’s pretty new.

INSANE.

My ten year old is having a sleepover tonight. His friend is eleven. They are in the same class at school. But. He is eleven AND. And. I was in my bedroom just a few minutes ago and, see, the vent in my room is like WIDE open, and without trying you can hear anything said downstairs just by being in that room.

AND THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT GIRLS!

OMG. It wasn’t bad stuff, just the general ” hey did you see so and so at school the other day? ” kind of stuff, but its the start. Next thing you know my boy will be wanting to buy acne products, deodorant and razors.

Why do kids have to grow up anyway?

We put off our bimonthly shopping trip from Saturday to Sunday so that we can run down to my dads house and help celebrate my Step Mother’s birthday.

And you know what? Good. This weeks shopping list includes children’s vitamins on the list and kids? So freaking easily swayed. They cannot understand that the best multivitamin is not the vitamin that looks the best, and every single time it is time to rebuy the boys’ vitamins its an argument. They want the stupid gummy bears that have half as many in the bottle, cost four times as much and you have to take 3 a day instead of the normal one a day.

Kids are so easily led. Flashy packaging, cartoon characters, its annoying how easily kids fall for those marketing ploys.

It’s time for me to start reading all the anti wrinkle cream reviews that I keep seeing links for around the internet becuase it looks like I am going to be doing a whole lot of worrying in the nest few weeks.

I guess that worrying goes hand in hand with being a parent, and that I should expect this as part of my “job” as a mother but I don’t think a person is ever REALLY prepared when something really serious happens and the worrying starts.

I know I’m not nearly ready.