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April Fool's day was a day of craziness when I was growing up. You had to watch out for PJs that were hand sewn together loosely enough that you would become entangled in the threads and couldn't get your pajamas on quite right, cotton cooked in waffles or pancakes, salt where there was supposed to be sugar, etc. You get the idea. None of the pranks were harmful, just good clean silly fun.

Tip Junkie posted some ideas that would be fun to try. Rachel blogged about some more ideas. Martha Stewart chimed in with some good things too. In case those aren't enough, you can read about 100 April Fool's Day hoaxes.

Our Tech Team added ads to our Dashboard at work, saying it was a little something to supplement the company's coffers in the economic downturn. Our Front Office team changed everyone's phone names to something funky and made me Mushkababa today in honor of our volleyball days.

Now, who can I find that would be unsuspecting...

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Let's Get It Started

Today I found a new online party planning resource . Holiday, birthday, bridal shower, baby shower, weddings, etc. It helps you create invitations or ecards, is customizable, offers list management and guest list management, sends event/birthday reminders, manages potluck sign up lists, links to Twitter and Facebook, helps you decide on a date, links to your e-calendar, links to party planning supplies, manages a to-do list, offers party planning ideas, hints and tips, and is pretty much amazing. In addition, it is free. I'm hooked.

Shot and Chaser

I did it! Today I braved a shot of wheat grass and am forever grateful to the Jamba Juice employee (Alexa) who recommended the orange juice shot as a chaser over an orange wedge. I'm not sure why today was such a momentous day. Wheat grass is something I've wanted to try for a while, but haven't dared do - kind of like my purchasing soy milk and hesitance to drink. (Thanks, Renee , for the recent soy smoothie introduction!) All I can say now is wow, wheat grass - talk about fresh!

Memories

Oliver, I remember how small you were. How you whined and cried when you were left alone in your box/kennel while you were being house trained. I remember how you took to Cambridge, wanting to be with him everywhere. I remember sitting with the two of you, having structured together time; Cambridge was not fond of the new puppy and needed encouragement for patience, lessons on sharing, and reminders not to nip at the puppy. You hated going somewhere Cambridge did not go and wanted to go everywhere he did. You were always eager to love, ready for a pat on the head, playtime, offering a lick to the hand, even when I didn't put my best foot forward. Even when I scolded. What a small fluff you were. Loyal and anxious and mischievous. Wanting to climb into laps. Wanting more food, more time, more love. Always thinking you were still a puppy. Wanting to be the center of everything. Stealing toys just to steal them. Camping trips with you and Cambridge in the tent with me because I was wo...

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