I am spending the next week devoted to my family and in-real-life people while my kiddies are on Spring Break for the next 8 days.

Do not fear, I have left my blog in some absofreakinglutely amazing hands. Don’t believe me? Just take a look at the lineup, my friends.

Monday: Heather B. from NoPasaNada
Tuesday: Tanis from Redneck Mommy
Wednesday:Neil from Citizen of the Month
Thursday:Michelle from Scribbit
Friday:Metalia from Metalia
Saturday:Angella from Dutch Blitz
Sunday:Casey from Moosh in Indy

You are all in for a real treat. Each of these bloggers leave me more than a little awestruck and I am thrilled that they agreed to help me out. Guest posting is never easy for people, the posters and the owner of the blog worry about how it will all be received so please show these lovely friends of mine the awesome love that I adore all of you for.

I will probably pop in and check on things. After all, it’s not like I am going to be on an awesome vacation to MEXICO LIKE SOME PEOPLE I KNOW!. (Not that I’m jealous or anything.)

Thanks so much to all you fabulous peeps. You mean a lot to me and I love you all more than my luggage. (Unless that luggage is headed to Great Britain. If that is the case, you are all screwed. Sorry, but I have to think about The Empire, you know!)

MWAH!!!

And now for the “Peep of the Week”, which I unsuccessfully award each Sunday to a commenter that makes me laugh or tear up especially hard during the week.

The winner this week is ICEEL for his response to my list of things I hate, loathe and despise:

“Yes. I hate your period, too.”

Totally made me chuckle.

If you would like to participate and award one of your blog peeps an award, feel free to put a link to your post below!

Boo.

Oh, well. This way I can talk a bit about Easter, so I’ll just do two posts on Sunday. It never killed anyone, right?

Right.

How is your Easter going? Good? Are you having food and fun with family? Awesome.

How is my Easter?

Weeeelllll…

Easter suckasuckaSUCKS.

It just does so far.

It sucks a duck. Or a goose. Or quite possibly even a turkey.

Due to some highly emotional things that occurred last night, I totally made some Easter boo-boos and dropped the ball.

I had the kid’s baskets (full of candies they like, and these books, which I was excited about getting for them.) hidden on the lower shelf of our mobile island. You can see it next to the fridge in the post below. I was up crying a lot of the night and so I forgot to move all the Easter stuff to the table before I curled up in the fetal position in my bed around daybreak. (Can we please just ignore this part in all ways, shapes, and forms? Thanks. I appreciate it. It’s only applicable because there was a major reason I forgot to actually put the baskets out on the table.)

Jon and I don’t get a lot of Easter stuff. I splurge on REALLY high quality chocolate bunnies that I look forward to all year, some Russell Stover’s marshmallow chocolate eggs for me and some peanut butter eggs for Jon.

That’s it.

I stacked them on top of the island and because they are big, we but the boys “Carrot baseball bats” next to them.

My kids came running in to our bedroom and I was curled into a ball in the fetal position (yup. Still crying.) and I told them I forgot to put the stuff out and that it was in the island.

They were thrilled and ate it all up.

Problem?

They ate up the wrong pile.

So, I had no Easter candy. Not a big deal, it’s just a small example of the suck of the day that I feel like talking about. We aren’t even having Easter dinner with anyone. Jon and I thought the other was making arrangements and I didn’t get any fixings to make an Easter dinner.

So, anyway….The day just blows thus far.

Now that this cheeriness is all done, let’s move on to awarding the Peep of the Week.

The award goes to….

ADAM from the blog, Shadowy Figures.

Holy cow, this former lurker is comment gold!! Try clicking over to his blog and seeing the post about selling a saltine that looks like the state of Wyoming or how his dog, Floyd, should be cast as Tzeitel in an upcoming production of Fiddler on the Roof. It’s a crack up. He’s hilarious, yo.

Adam immediately caught my eye with his first-ever comment on my blog when he was commenting about my kitty, Wilbur and her whorish ways.

“Wow. Hey Loralee. Long time lurker, first time commenter. I was coming here to comment on yesterday’s post, which I may still do. But I just had to say, holy jeez! Our cats must be doppelgangers. Mine looks EXACTLY like yours.

And another freakish coincidence, HER name is Otis! (Thankfully, she is not the trollop yours seems to be. I chalk that up to my raising her Catholic. The whole “fear of God” stuff we lay on the kiddies (see what I did there? kiddies kitties. ).

Just wanted to say. Great blog. I’m working my way through the early archives, even though you’ve expressly wished that we not. Nyah! (You’d have to look very hard to see it, but I’m sticking my tongue out at you right now.)”

Then today he cracked me up with his commentary about my fridge.

“You just couldn’t resist bragging about your incredible fridge, eh? Now how am I going to go on, knowing that my fridge could be measuring out for my water bottle?

And I stand there eyeballing it, like an IDIOT!”

Thanks for the smile, Adam. It was appreciated.

If you want to give a commenter a shout on your blog, feel free to post a link to it below:

Right.

This week’s “Peep” goes to DOUG for his comment on my post “Hi Low’s” regarding dinner time rituals.

My dinnertime ritual? Sitting in front of the computer in my underwear, trying to not spill rice onto my chest. I then pass out and take a two hour nap, waking up in a pile of my own drool.

You asked.

However, I don’t think you’ll be using my idea to shake up the dinner ritual. But wouldn’t it be interesting if you tried it for a night?

No?

Oh well.

There’s nothing else I can offer.

Sorry.

Dougie cracks me the freak UP. He understands the rational of having an acceptable breakfast consist of Diet Coke and Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups.

It’s also a total complement when a fabulous gay man finds you hot. It just IS.

(Not that THAT had ANYTHING to do with my decision. Or anything. Hee.)

If he lived by me I am sure that he would be at my house hanging out a lot. Seriously, I want to put him in my purse and take him home with me. If he refused, I would probably be forced to kidnap him, store him in an old well and say things like “It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.”

Hopefully, that wouldn’t interfere TOO much with us being BFF’S.

Right???

Would you like to give some of your readers some recognition and play along? If you do, feel free to post to your blog and click on the graphic below to link it here:

AND????

Everyone loves some bloggy love and I got a “Dose” of it this week!

Angella awarded me a “Daily Dose” award and I am supposed to pay it forward to two blogs I rush to daily.

When you have a Google reader as packed as I do with awesomeness, it’s hard to narrow it down to two, but here it goes:

First up is Redneck Mommy. Oh, how I love this woman. She slays me. I know she won a “Bloggy” award, but really, that pales in comparison to this honor. Right, Tanis? RIGHT??!

And second, Casey, from “Moosh in Indy”. One of the most interesting and awesome bloggity dates on the planet. Really, I am mainly awarding her in the hope of GETTING TO EAT ONE OF HER AWESOME CAKES!

It’s almost a life goal at this point.

I aim high, I know.

Sigh.