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My son, Otis and his cousin, Teddy  deliver Meals on Wheels the last Sunday of every month to homebound seniors and the disabled.  Unfortunately, gas prices are currently threatening Meals on Wheels ability to deliver meals to everyone who qualifies.  We want our valued customers to know we send a portion of every single Premier sign-up to St. Vincent’s Meals on Wheels.  Doozycards is also a proud sponsor of the 2008 Meals on Wheels Bike-a-Thon. We appreciate your sign-ups and so do the homebound seniors and the disabled.  Thanks Doozycards customers.

It’s time to eat white frosted cakes with blueberry and strawberry flags, hamburgers, hot dogs and buttery corn on the cob.  Have you seen our new Talking Corn on the Cobb card?  It’s a perfectly corny and cute way to say hello to friends. You guys are loving the Latasha July 4th card  and she thanks you.  America the Beautiful, our staff favorite, is also flying off the servers. After you send ecards to everyone spreading more holiday cheer than all the fireworks, we hope you indulge yourself with a lot of holiday fun.
My kids are already furiously making flags out of long straws and flag napkins. They love them but we did have a little excitement when all of the napkins blew away and Oliver, my four year old, was running after them screaming.  He loves to scream.  He’s been doing it since the day he was born.
I personally can’ t wait to leap around with sparklers in my hands doing my Mitzi Gaynor imitation. The kids love it and it does help burn off all the “yunk food” as my little Cooper calls it. We hope you have a blast with family and friends, enjoy the fireworks and then rest and relax all day Saturday and Sunday.  Happy Birthday America!

It’s a lazy day after Christmas.  The kids are  busy, busy, busy with all their loot, people are grazing on Christmas left overs, I’m returning customer support calls. Then the baby gets sick and throws up all over his bed. We assemble a crisis team. Hubby hands out plastic gloves; I strip baby down and bath him in the laundry room sink.  Hubby takes the crib apart, hand washes everything and starts the first of five loads for the washer.  An hour later, baby is clean, happy and eating a cracker.  Then, he throws up again…and again.

After a second round of commando cleanup, the Christmas Honeybaked ham isn’t looking so good. Happily I put it back in the fridge and opt for some water.

My other two sons are still in their pajamas  - a luxury that only happens a few days a year when a family of five has no place to be.  After four hours of Guitar Hero, I decide the ten year old needs a break.  I have a few hundred hours of arcade games behind me.  That’s right, I tell my son and nephew, I had to put a quarter in for every single game I played and I played A LOT.  “That’s lame,” one replies unsympathetically.  They don’t know who their dealing with. I slip the strap over my shoulder and choose  “Rock Me All Night Long”.  The kids start snickering. Strumming proves to be a bit of a challenge but I’m getting the hang of it, I think, until I am being booed off Guitar Hero’s stage.  The sting is real as my laughing ten-year old son takes the guitar back to start his hundredth song. He strums it like a pro hitting every note perfectly. I vow to practice when the kids are sleeping.
With the baby back in bed safely, with lots of clothes and no covers (five loads from vomit and five normal family loads are my limit), I  move on to try the three-year old’s toys.  Sesame Street games, building sets, train sets and more train stuff; I’m already bored.  You do have to fake it until you make it when you have Thomas the Train fans in the house.  I start drooling worse than my toddler, who drooled worse than a Saint Bernard.

I’m yearning to try Guitar Hero again.  Of course I’ll have my spotlight alone tonight when the kids are passed out from the results of hyper consumerism.  The moonlight is here and the family room is getting ready for Mama’s descent into Rock stardom. Of course that’s assuming the baby is sleeping soundly too.