That would put me as "tired." Surprise, surprise.

So...

I want to redesign my website...again. Surprise, surprise there. I've been combing the free graphics pages, looking for something, well, me-ish. I have arrived at a decision.

I am NOT into cuteness.

Mommy blog, this ain't. No tie-dyed onsesies blanched and photoshopped and tiled to perfection. No flower imprints on the background. I'm more likely to have Chinese dragons chasing each other's tails than I am to have a cute little cow in each corner. I love cows. I come from a long line of dairy farmers. I love flowers. I love onesies. They're the best designer clothes for practicality and babies ever. But nothing says "I-am-such-a-good-mom-that-I-purposely-create-love-on-a-web-page" like a hot cup of coffee (java and smoking, of course) next to a plate of her chocolate chunk macadamia cookies, over her recipe for the very same.

I'm not a "mom" mom, I guess. I like reading those ladies' blogs, too, but I always realize that I want to be known for my sense of madcap uniqueness. The thrill of being different. My kids are sooooo far from perfect, and that's because I am far from it, too. But my kids are happy. I don't always raise them per Spock recommendations, but I do raise them. There are always clean clothes, even socks. There is always food in the house. There's always something to pile on when it's cold. There are games, both indoors and out. I have a writer, I have an online gamer, and I have a stat hound to raise. Each are different in their pursuits in life. If kids were made from cookie molds, I'd be buying one cutter from Macy's, one from Spencer's, and the last from the Sports Authority.

So that's it. I'm not cute. My kids are not cute. One is precious, one is too cool for words, and one is...okay, he's cute. He's still just a hair shorter. I guess when he passes me up, he'll be...still cute. Okay, one out of three...

So, I'm redesigning my web page again. I keep changing it to accommodate me. To accommodate the cute that I'm not. Welcome to my dementia. I want you to laugh or think or both.

Oh, and I have a thing for tigers. Did you get that, yet?