Momedy Sketch: ultimate blog party

Whohooo!! So a few years ago I participated in the Ultimate Blog Party for the first time, and it was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done as a blogger. There really was a sense of festivity and community, and I met some of my favourite online friends that way. Since then, I’ve missed the boat a few times, so I was pretty stoked when I quite by accident, late this evening, I stumbled upon the party starting TONIGHT at midnight and thought I would jump in quickly. This means frantically cleaning up using my highly effective slob-friendly method and finding something impressive looking to feed everyone with 3 ingredients or less…but that’s ok. I work best under pressure anyway.
Also…I am not one to miss out on the opportunity to party. I am particularly fond of the over the top party. Here’s a link to the epic Hollywood Extravaganza a friend and our recently threw for our 10/11 year old girls.

and here’s how we celebrated my husband’s 40th at home earlier this week

OK! Wait! Introductions for those of you who are happening upon my humble blog for the first time. Welcome, come in! Leave your shoes on. Please!

(I have laid this out before, but it bears repeating: I don't like it when I have to take off my shoes at people's houses for the following reasons:)
1)There is a good chance my socks are not matching or are in some type of disrepair, exposing a 2.5 month old pedicure...nobody wants to see that.
2) If I take off my shoes my pants will most certainly be too long and I will make a swishing sound wherever I go as they drag around on the floor. Not a glamourous swoosh, you understand, more a shush..shooosh . I have the shortest legs of any normal sized woman alive. Or at least any you know. I'm fairly confident of this. My legs are not much longer than that of the average 10 year old. You think I am kidding. Sadly, no.

3)The shoes are part of the outfit. And one should never tamper with The Look. Particularly when on is relying on the shoes to keep the pants from dragging upon the floor which, I feel we can all agree, is not a good Look.
(I don't like it when people take off their shoes at my house for the following reasons):
1) When they get home they will discover that their previously pristine socks are black and it will be revealed that my hardwood floors are far dirtier then they look in the carefully orchestrated dirt-hiding dim "atmosphere lighting"
2. Number one was the only reason but I sensed there needed to be a list here.
But hang on, where was I? Oh yes, there’s the pesky introduction thing…
I’m Kirsty, although I answer to Kristy, Kjirsty, Kristeen and..(more than once), Krusty (curiously Kirsty is very hard for many Americans to pronounce). Oh yes, I am originally from South Africa. I live in Ohio now (and complain about it with boring regularity). I have 5 kids-1 toddler, 1 teen and 3 in between. I have a sainted husband. I work as a personal trainer (specializing in MOMS-prenatal and post partum because of my experience as a prenatal/birth doula) but I love helping people of any age and any fitness level to get healthy and tap into their personal power. Happy news is that I have teamed up with 5 mins for mom and donated TWO personal training prize packages (valued over $125) for 2 of you lucky people to win…so hustle over there and enter. I would love to work with you!

I am about as crazy as one would expect ..(you know…with all the kids and the dog and the bunny in the shoe-boxed size house and the living in Ohio land of the neverending winter and such). And then a little bit more, just for good measure. You’d understand if you’d ever medicated a bunny. Or had THIS horrifying thing happen to you.

My insanity is well chronicled throughout my blog. I feel like we need to be real with each other, don’t you? Like when you’re having a “I hate being a mom” day? It’s good to know you’re not the only one and it doesn’t mean you’re doing it wrong. Or when pestilence comes upon your house (in the form of…dun..dun.duuuuun LICE). Or when you suspect you are a fraud.
I’ve talked a lot about my battles with depression, particularly postpartum depression….which can last a long time after you have a baby, or crop up unexpectedly some time after you would have thought you were in the clear for all that.
Because I’ve had such a hard time getting my mojo back since our darling little surprise arrived, I recently started The Momedy Sketch Take Back Control Community challenge. It’s going really well for me and I think it’s making a big difference to several of the other participants too. Here are my 5 Tips for Taking Back Control of Your Life as learned in month one of the challenge. We would love to have you join us!
But enough about me, how about you? I can’t wait to meet you, your kids, your dog and your bunny. It’s ok if you don’t have a bunny…or kids..or a dog…I’m totally excited to get to know you all the same. You’re a cool person, I can tell. Comment here or if it’s easier, hop onto my facebook page or hit me up on twitter and we can party like it’s 1999. Or 2009 if you prefer.

Hello! Hello! Blogosphere, Hello! And may I be the first (or 400th) to wish you HAPPY SPRING!

Hi I’m Kirsty! And I’m a blogaholic.

If you have clicked here from the UBP, may I be the first to congratulate you on that excellent instinct, because this here is one heck of a happening party.

Actually in the interests of full disclosure: it’s just me here with my sugar free jello and my illegal whipped cream..see

(I am half heartedly doing the South Beach Diet in an attempt to lose the 10lbs I received for my birthday this year-lucky me! I’m so spoiled).

And if truth be told, I am not much in a partying mood having earlier this evening witnessed my sweet, adorable and pretty much perfect in practically every way recently rescued dog, have a seizure. Scary, scary stuff. She’s fine now, thank you for your concern. I have four lovely children too. My one and only daughter (aged 8) almost needed sedation after witnessing the ordeal. She and I tend to be laid-back that way.

So I was going to blow the whole thing off and settle for going to bed after a few more squirts of whipped cream, but upon visiting my post for last years UBP I realized that some of my favourite followers were procured thusly. In other words, I met some fantastic people through UBP 2009. Lovely bloggers who I have grown to consider real friends stumbled upon my blog and I upon theirs during last year’s soiree and it would be sad, nay tragic to miss out on such an opportunity again.

Soo…**snapping out of melancholy, breaking out a jar of almonds and some mozarella string cheese*****-now that’s what I call a party. whohooooooooo!!! Let’s go!

If you want to find out more about me. Check it out. That would be the All About Me tab (at the top of the page). It’s a tad outdated but you’ll get the gist. And it’s fascinating stuff. Hold onto your hat.

I have a compulsive need to give prizes…must.give.away. So in honour of this auspicious occasion I will give to one lucky commenter the following glorious prize package: 1 pair of lovely earrings, 1 lovely candle housed in picturesque pear shaped ceramic, 1 box of ferrero rocher chocolates and a little surprise all wrapped up pretty for you! Because you’re special. You’re good enough, you’re smart enough and darnit people like you. (Especially me!)