Spoofed on YouBoob

There's nothing quite like art imitating life. Then there's nothing like art imitating YOUR life.

(I wouldn't exactly call YouTube art. In the majority of cases I wouldn't call YouTube art at all. I'm tired and trying to draw an intelligible comparison but likely am failing. You'll see where I'm going with this in a second, I hope.)

Last night, right before midnight when I was ready to crash for the night, I checked my YouTube page and found a college student's video response to my mindless "yoga flatulence" video, a useless vlog I did for shits and giggles. Nothing more.

Well, this girl has me down. She does me better than me. Scary.

It's bizarre to be spoofed/under-studied. She swears she isn't making fun of me, that it's for a legitimate college class that examines human behavior. I actually believe her.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJ6mSjWLioU

Who knows?

This is what's on my mind as I wake my house up for the day ...

Sudden Health Attack at the Sick Visit (At Least He's 100%)

Make an on-line slide show at onetruemedia.com

When No Nap Nellies Attack - I Nanny 911 Myself to No Avail

Make video montages at onetruemedia.com

Slackstress Vlog: Confessions from the Brat Race

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9jPpJ695wk Follow the link to see my latest vlog:

You'll see Slackstress me, harried mom of three (3, 2 and newly 6 as of yesterday), sounding off on the manic nature of my experience of modern motherhood - crammed schedules, hours upon inactive hours logged in confining car seats, scarfing down artery hardening food scraps from random drive-thrus, always in a hyper-rush and "inconvenient truthfully" blowing minivan fumes into the warming atmosphere. Can you relate?

*As you can see by my blog postings, I'm having technical difficulties with the new version of Blogger. Can new version users delete posts? Where the heck is the "delete" button?! I'm super irritated by this. My blog is wacked now.

Slackstress Vlog: Confessions from the Brat Race

Here's Slackstress me, harried mom of three (3, 2 and newly 6 as of yesterday), sounding off on the manic nature of modern motherhood - crammed schedules, hours upon inactive hours logged in confining car seats, scarfing down artery hardening fast food scraps from random drive-throughs, always in a rush and "inconvenient truthfully" blowing minivan fumes into the atmosphere. Can you relate?

Slackstress Vlog: (Not) Avoiding Shopping Cart Ebola

Recent studies show shopping carts are dirtier than toilets. So why is my daughter licking one? Where can I get one of those nifty quilted shopping cart seat covers? Would I really want to be seen with one, though? Talk about anal. Do you sweat shopping cart germs? Count me out.