Thursday, August 28, 2008

This post brought to you by the letter G

If you don't like to talk about Girly bits and underwear this may not be the post for you. Let me re-state that if the thought of being locked into a lingerie store for more than an hour with six or seven other woman all cackling about bras and underwear run, run now.

Oh your gonna stay well there will be no details if I prefer bikinis or thongs. However I will tell you I like pretty bras but in my old age and post pregnancy comfort is out weighing pretty. I have a whole drawer full of bras that at one time had fit me, bras that are pretty but do not full-fill their obligatory duties like I once thought they did.

Last night I had an epiphany that will change the way I view undergarments forever! My friend KT had an Essential Bodywear Party. Knowing my weakness for a good bra and the never-ending quest to find one, I had to go. I challenged myself on the way to the party that I was not going to buy anything I was just going for support, for KT.

Well the tables turned and suddenly I was being measured by a woman I only met a half hour before, snacking on fabulous beer batter bread, applying sticky stars to my shirt, and then thrown into a room of numerous selections of bras. Before I could suggest the one I liked the bra lady hands me five different contraptions and I was like what about the ones with the pretty straps, and she looked at me and smiled honey pretty doesn't come in your size trust me. I instantly thought OH Great how many clasps am I going to have to hook to get the support I need?? She takes me to the dressing room and says try these on and well go from there. Right there I almost walked out and said "you can't make me"! but my knees felt weak and I put the first one on "HA" doesn't fit to much spillage over the top. But the black one what the heck it doesn't have the pretty straps but it may be slimming to my figure black hides everything right?! Just then the room got brighter and angels were singing...."Glory to the highest!!!" well not really but it FIT like a Glove! For 17 years I have been looking and here it was the over the shoulder boulder holder I had to take home. As I looked down at the tag size "Good Golly Miss Molly" "God Gave you the Goods" and he has answered your prayer to put them to Good use and buy this bra!!!

As I walked out of the room(with a shirt over my bra) you would have thought I handed my friends a $100 and a margarita, they screamed and told me "YOU must buy that immediately"! At this point I am thinking is Ginormous bigger than Gigantic or should I just say they are Gorgeous! Then handed the bra lady a post dated check and a promise to host my own party so I could get another bra as a back up plan.

Then I thought I hope the bra gets to me before my blind date next Wednesday, if it doesn't I will have to post-pone!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Life is....A Mom and Her Girl

A Wordle of life on A Mom and Her Girl. This site is pretty cool check it out.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Who do you think you are?

It has been over a year since I spent a good quality weekend with my girlfriends up north. Good times are just hard to forget. Although it was a short trip to Oscoda a one night trip we shared many beers and many more laughs with just four of us in a quiet cabin off US23. It wasn't until my recent trip to a Poison concert I remembered this; NO I did not ask for his phone number, and at first I thought he might kick my ass. (at this time I ask that the younger audience members of this blog shut it down immediately, if you continue to read the alarm will sound and your parents will be notified and pissed for spreading a virus in the computer and the contents can not be erased from your computer history, now go play outside, for the rest of you open at your own risk)!
Girls you know who you are this ones for you................WITH LOVE!

The evening started winding down on the one night of our trip and the slap happy frenzy of four women went off without a hitch, slurred words, many potty breaks and if you believe this we cuss like sailors, drank more than our share, and still made it to bed on time. I am not even sure how the phrase(with love) started and I am blaming it on the beer I lost through the cup coozy on the W cabin floor! The phrase(with love) eventually made it on the back of the vehicle we were traveling in where it stayed for the remainder of the trip, all 4 hrs home.

I will not forget that trip not so long ago, where I was reminded by Diva to not start my weeping over being away from my baby one night,
and K that we are NOT to old to pee in the woods, but are to old when we love to clean toilets,
and KT reminded me that women can fill boats with gas too!!
You girls are my rocks, I wouldn't leave you cause "I'm Rick James Bitch!" and you make such wonderful stories!!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Monday Meandering #12

Friday was a Mommie day, one that did not require a diaper change or cutting up someone else's food, I ate a meal that was HOT, and only had to worry about wiping my own butt. On the way home from work I stopped to do a little shopping for me, I am pretty proud of myself I did not step foot into the toddler clothing aisle. I bought myself a couple skirts, a top, and jewelry. Later in the evening I went to support my good friend KT in a play called "Sing for Your Supper or Die". It was cute and required audience participation. One where I did not have to sing thank God! As I am typing this I do have that little jingle they were all singing in my head, K you know the one I hear you singing it! We enjoyed a meal with dessert and a funny show. After the show I joined my friend KT with her cousins and cast mates for an after glow party to enjoy beverages and conversation. I didn't get home until almost 1am. Saturday Morgan was home early which is not a surprise to me since SD had plans to go boating. I did not mind seeing my baby girl and making plans with my Aunt and Morgan's cousins to go to the festival in Mt.Clemens. Although the weather looked threatening of rain it was still hot and muggy, we had fun taking the kids on some of the carnival rides, feeding the billy goats, and jumping in the bounce house. After we went to the coney place to get dinner, then we took the kids to the park that I call Morgan's park, it is her favorite place. They have an activity area just for little ones it is perfect for her, because she loves to climb and this area is just big enough where I can reach her if she needs help. I took a few pictures of the kids but my camera battery decided to flash and didn't want to take a photo at the right time, so most of the pictures are the back of the kids heads, or the kind you would expect from a 35mm, not that my girl looks at the camera anyway. Here are a few to OH and AH.....
Sunday we did what we do best went shopping at Meijer after church and napped! We also had a visitor over for dinner Aunt Dee and her mother (my step-mom). Morgan showed off her motor skills jumping off furniture, climbing high chairs, and running in the sprinkler. I made a mean taco lasagna(a spin off from tmp) and strawberry shortcake for dessert. I miss my days in the kitchen, with a two year old somethings are left for another time.

P.S. K-I know I promised you a rose garden (post) on Friday night but the meanderings got in the way so I promise you won't want to miss a later post. Good things come to those who wait.

Friday, August 22, 2008

The extent of my Olympic watching

I have a confession I have not watched nearly as much Olympic coverage as I an American citizen should have. Not that it is a requirement, but I feel left out of some conversations when it is brought up. It seems the times I have dedicated to sitting and watching a portion was the end of the opening ceremony, where I was thinking wow China sure knows how to put on the fireworks display......followed by OH that may be to much smoke and all those people in that stadium eeeee they may need to be treated for smoke inhalation. The second time I turned on the TV and saw a portion of the marathon running through the street and thought that looks painful the huffing and puffing, the running hope they have enough oxygen left over from the opening ceremonies. Another time I saw the gymnastics they were spending to much time on the horse vault thing and I would have rather watched the un-even bars but my time was limited so I moved on to giving the toddler a bath.
The extent of which I know about Michael Phelps is through media coverage and pictures on the internet because WOW! I LOVE America! and what awesome bodies it produces for these games! I know it is to late to take volunteers this year, but next time sign me up for towel duty, or anything that involves the male swimmers perhaps they need help shaving the backs of their legs?? I also want to ask Michael Phelps if that is a real tattoo on his hip, if so can I taste it?

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Loaded

The days of testing mommie's patience level, otherwise known as the terrible twos is upon me. Somedays are easier than others, and today was the others day...........
This morning my precious angel was cuddly waking up blinking her eyes, saying "hi mommie" We laid in bed discussing how dark it was outside and if we could hear any birds chirping or not. It was a chilly one this morning all about 44 degrees or so my car would read pulling out the driveway. All in all it was a pleasant day to daycare, with our usual conversation being the color of the truck next to us or how many diggers we could see on the way and of course music on or off. So I guess I wasn't prepared when I picked Morgan up from day care, and what would lead to my demise.

As I loaded my girl in the car and started off for home, it took her all of about 100 yards to flip out about the windows being down, "to WINDY"! so I roll up the windows enough to get air. Next it was a meltdown about her shoes being on, "SHOES off" then the socks didn't want to come off because she would rather pull on them at the toe instead of removing them from her heal first, something I have explained numerous times, and for God's sakes child you are smarter than that! We almost made it home when all of the sudden her seat belt straps were too tight, which caused her arms to flail around and her head to spin! when 25 miles ago everything in that area was perfectly fine!

Later that evening after dinner we played with the playdoh, or how Morgan says "make something" code for playdoh. We clean up and get a fresh dress on and her new thing is to wear these boots my SIL gave to me from my niece, four pairs of boots all different colors. Every night this week she wants to run, jump, walk in at least one pair, tonight it was the pink until she saw her cowgirl boot slippers and insisted on wearing those. OK you look great how about we go to the $1 store, she is happy jumping "go.to.store"! I go to place her in the car seat she tightens up her body refuses to have any part of the drive there wants to walk. I almost say fine I will meet you there but thought she may not know where it is exactly. We get to the $1 store with real tears streaming down her face suddenly she sees balloons and is like WHAHA lets go! Mind you I was only going to get a card and a few cleaning supplies, all she wants to do is walk around the store and say hello to everybody,and tell me "here mommie.plates". Needless to say hey person to whom I was sending a card it says Happy Ba-mitzfa but what I really meant was Happy Baptism, hope you understand. On the way out I am reminded of the balloons that my dear daughter now says "want ONE" we pick out SpongeBob.

On the way out to the car I continue to remind her not to let go of "Bob" because he will fly away. "don't fly away" she agrees and is holding on tight. Well I go to put her in the seat and once again it is like a wild beast erupts and your not sure where to put your hands because a tantrum like this could only bring harm, all the while I am being pelted with spongebob balloon in my face! Half way home I tell Morgan do not bite that balloon you will pop it, don't do that you are going to pop it 3 times. Fourth time I go to say it POP there goes $1.06 of my hard earned cash, just so she could bite a damn balloon!

We got home and I had just about all I could take, I grabbed her cuddled her and told her in the nicest of ways you are so lucky you get to put your jammies on an hour early tonight! When all I wanted to do was lock her in the closet and turn off all the lights(except I don't think my closets have locks and it would be a waste of time). Off we went jammies on two of the shortest books to read and Night.Night. Mommie has chocolate Loaded Reese Cup in the freezer, DO.not.mess with me anymore!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Corn Peddler

I want to first give a shout out to DJ, a wonderful young woman who saved my butt Monday and came over to watch Morgan because daycare was closed. I know it had to be a long day for you watching a needy toddler with her bossy demeanor. I hope you had a good time, Morgan was looking for you and she told me you walked out the door, and tipped her head sides ways "Dee-Jay went away". I hope the next time I call you don't have to wash your hair or read a good long book, because I appreciate your time very much!
DJ is the daughter of a great girlfriend of mine tmp, we go back gosh I haven't counted but if I have to guess 4 years now. I am not good at measuring time and how long we have been friends, just ask my BBF&A if you ask me we have been friends 20 years but she would correct me and say no it's 23 years 3 months and 4 days. The point is when I make friends I measure the value of the friend more so than the time it took to be friends, or GOD I can't believe I still hang out with your ass that is a long time. I have many friends and cherish each one for different things they bring to my life.
TMP is part of my girls club, we often drive together to visit the other girls homes, not so much because we live around the corner from one another but during that time we chit chat about what is going on in each others life. She has a way to really make a person feel appreciated and reminds me that I have qualities that I never knew I had. Honestly I don't know how she does it with five kids at home, a husband, and a house that stays so clean, gardening, little league, theather practice, bible study, kids over to spend the night, vacations to distant states, all while driving for 20 plus hours, and did I mention she home schools her kids too?! There are so many qualities that she brings all with a bundle of laughter and the joy of God in her heart, you can't help but want to be friends with her. Part of me just wants to hang out with her just to see how she does it all, because by 9:02am I would be like aaahhhh do we all take naps now??
I guess what I am trying to say is if you ever get a chance to be tmp's friend(when really she has got alot going on but she is all like bring it) she enjoys people, remembers things that I don't even remember telling her about me, has great knowledge of life and the turns it may lead, is honest in her beliefs, shows great interest the world around her, makes a mean taco lasanga, and loves the heck out of her kids! I will be a little jealous to have to share her but I don't think that will make our friendship falter.
Last but not least over the years her kids have taken great pride in growing corn. The time is NOW to get your fresh corn on the cob and other fresh hand-picked veggies. If your in the area be on the look out for the latest corn-mobile 2. Take it from me I have consumed more than my share of corn this year and will still go back for more next week, this corn is DELICIOUS & sweet! kinda like tmp.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Monday Meandering #11

The Armada Fair is in town again, by far it is one of the biggest 4H fairs in our area. If you love the smell of animal manure, fresh straw, tractor exhaust, deep fried elephant ears, popcorn, cotton candy, and hot dogs this is the place to be!! Can you believe I did not stop for a deep fried Twinkie or Oreo although it was very tempting. SD picked up Morgan on Friday and met me at home, this was a nice surprise to get home at 4pm and miss the rush hour traffic. After Morgan woke from her nap we headed over to the fair. Before we even entered the gate a mounted police officer passed us riding a huge horse, Morgan nearly fell out the stroller with eyes popping out of her head "BIIIGGG horsey"! This being the first time she was up close and personal with a horse, the smile on her face was priceless. We went to the petting tent to feed the goats, and touch the rabbits and baby chicks. On the way out we witnessed a llama relieving himself, an event not to be witnessed by those who have not seen birth.BLAH! At the cow tent Morgan was licked by the biggest tongue she had ever seen, she thought it was the funniest thing and it made her squeal in laughter. Although Morgan wanted to ride all the carnival rides we treated her to the carousal but she was more amused climbing the fence where the ponies were running.

Saturday it was nice to lay in bed until 8am and finally get some sleep I had been needing for the last week. Insomnia is back and I have to much on my mind to relax so when I get a chance to not be in a rush to get out the door it is always a pleasure. Morgan and I spent most of our morning running around playing baby dolls, reading books and putting together puzzles before nap. Then we headed over to the park to play on the swings and slide which are favorites of Morgans' lately. In facted the only way to get her away from the place was to suggest an ice cream push-up, so in a quick dash to the store to pick-up promised ice cream and we headed home.

Sunday of course we went to church, home for lunch and naptime. During Morgan's nap I snapped a few pictures of myself to be used maybe in a profile at a website soon. I have been wondering if putting myself out there on a website is to desperate but it may get me a free drink so I might take a chance. With of course a friend or two sitting in a booth at the same resturant for moral support of course. So tell me what you think which pic???


I am the biggest dork!!!! This is the most serious I could get when my dog was following me around panting, mocking my attempts to take a photo and look Hot for potential mates!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Getting back on the horse

Today I am wearing the shoes that led to my fall on Saturday night. My cute summer white slingback wedges that are not so comfortable when standing in one spot for more than a half hour. If you listen closely my knees are still screaming "you unreliable faux wicker heals be damned"!By the end of the day I hope we can all come to a truce. I think it may be time to do some shoe shopping for moral support.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Monday Meanderings #10

I am going to make this post just in time on Monday night so you can view it Tuesday, cause I am sassy like that. Besides I had a long weekend one where I forgot I was 30 something, then remembered half way through my fifth beer that it takes me longer to recover from these kind of partying nights, and one where I should be asleep right now but am going to share this and that with you before I get there. Before I get to my fake tattoo and the falling down (no really) it was like I was in high school again because heck I was rockin out to Poison, BABY!! Saturday night was the Poison concert I have been waiting all summer for, to spend five hours at an ampitheather through rain and beer to see Bret Michaels belt out a couple 80's tunes. Instead of trying to put into words about the night let's just leave you with pictures of a thousand words. Minus the one where I fell down because there was no camera around for that it was around my brothers neck and he was 800 yards ahead of the drunk chics(my SIL&well me)!

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Fillin' her Momma's Shoes

I haven't put out any cute photos lately of Morgan, so this will be short and sweet. Besides I just got home from dropping the little princess off at Grandma's to spend the night, I plan to watch the Bucket List in 4.32 minutes! She walks in her Mommy's shoes better than Mommy, and can even set up bowling pins. Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Rest In Peace

Back on the 13th of June my Uncle Bill lost his life in a battle of many different complications. He had been sick for sometime but was only 62 years old and I thought he would have bounced back from his stay in the hospital. I do not know all the painful details and I choose not to for I want to remember the memoriable stories that I cherish in my heart.
One story I will tell you today......
It was Easter dinner gathering at my house three years ago. Most of the family present for the event, one particular dinner I was extra nervous about. For on the day I was going to tell my family that I was finally pregnant after four long years of my battle with infertilty. Not only was this important but we were going to surprise Uncle Bill with a cake and birthday presents for his 60 years since birth.

My plan to tell the family (of why I was running to the bathroom every 5 minutes to puke) about the upcoming birth was to fill an Easter basket with plastic eggs, each egg with an inspirational note inside to read aloud with everyone. One egg was painted gold and the person who got the gold egg would not know before opening it but the message inside said I was expecting a baby.

So the basket was passed around as everyone stood around the kitchen table grabbing the egg of their choice. My Uncle Bill being none the wiser viewed the basket and shot right for the gold one. This was not planned for him to get the gold egg it was his choice, what better surprise to give him on his birthday than to be the one to tell the family I was pregnant. As I saw who had the gold egg I choose the person on his right which was my Aunt Bette to go first and open her egg. We went around the circle opening eggs, sharing heart felt messages and some funny humored notes. Uncle Bill was the last to open his egg once he opened it, he looks up and says "now I can't make a joke out of this" "are you for real?" and everyone looked around like what? and he announced I was pregnant with a tear in his eye and chuckle in his voice.

I am so glad I have that memory for one of the happiest days in my life. It was so fitting that my Uncle Bill would get that golden egg. Not only do I have that memory of him but it made me feel a piece of my Papa(who past 12 years ago) was there too, my Uncle Bill being his only son delivered a message of one of my greatest accomplishments the impending arrival of my baby girl.
May you rest in peace or raise some hell up in heaven. You have alot of catching up to do with Papa I am sure. I will miss you and think of you both often.