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Warning To The Grammarically Correct: If it just bothered you that I wrote "Grammarically", you may as well leave now because my grammar gets even worse.

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I'm a wife and mom to three boys. I love everything 80's, anything chocolate and loathes politics. I like to run for fun (preferably NOT in the hot, hot sun)....

Monday, April 30, 2007

Waving Hi From Work...

You figures. Today is the best of the best of days (sunny and in the low 80's) and I'm stuck here at work until 6-6:30. Oh well...I might as well say 'hi'.

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BTW...You might not be able to tell, but I got my hair cut last week. It's so much easier to control!

It's A Beautiful Day To Eat Lunch Outside And What Am I Doing Instead?...

I'm getting all nostalgic! (Besides if I go outside, then I won't go back to work!)

The year...1987.

Best friend...Lisa J.

Grade....7th or 8th.

The hair...Very HIGH.

The clothes...The tackier the better.

Her crush....Will Bauer.

My crush...Andrew (can't remember last name...he was adorable with his blond hair and skater clothes!)

The group...Lisa Lisa And The Cult Jam.


People would always ask me and Lisa where the Cult Jam was...and we'd say..."Between your toes!"

*sigh* Those were the days!

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At one point in time - like...say.... a couple of months ago - signing up to join the community pool sounded like a really good idea. It truly did. However, as some of you can atest to- joining a pool can cost a small fortune - or your first born child. Well all that aside there were a lot of positives to joining the pool.

1.)The kids would absolutely enjoy the pool to pieces.

2.) I won't have to put up their pool EVERYday.

3.) I won't have to get out the blow their pool up EVERYday.

4.) I won't have to pull my hair out trying to find that one level part of the backyard to...EVERYday.

5.) I won't have little mini-oceans in my back of my yard from draining their pool EVERYday.

6.) My backyard won't smell like dead, rotten grass that only comes from putting up and draining the pool EVERYday.

I think you get my point...

It turns out that a lot the neighbors thought joining the pool was a great idea as well. At first I was all stoked about it all. More kids at the pool for my kids to play with = Greater chance my kids will leave me the heck alone. AWESOME! I was sold and I sold my soul - or at least it felt like it - to the manager of the community pool.

Needless to say that in the midst of all of the "joining the pool excitement/frenzy", something didn't dawn on me...that is until a few weeks ago.


A Bathing Suit!


I loathe bathing suits and - considering the way I look in them - I'm pretty sure they loathe me right back. I look hideous in them. Doesn't matter what kind either. One piece, two piece (you'd go blind) ... tankini's...shirtini's...shoot just the idea of having to buy one makes me want a MARTINI. I mean, it's bad enough I wear a bathing suit when we go to the ocean, but it's not so bad because 1.) I only wear the bathing suit for a couple of days...not ALL summer and 2.) the people I am torturing with my non-bathing suit body...I don't know!

Sure...I know that most of the other mothers in my neighborhood are in the same 'to hell with bathing suits' boat that I am on...It's just that 1-2% that's not. You know what I'm talking about...the one (or two..or three) woman that come to the pool with their perfectly cropped hair and their curves in all of the right places bathing suit body. You don't hate her - because for all you know she is the nicest person on earth - but you hate her confidence. She knows she looks good...damn it...and she is bringing it. So while the heavens open up and shine down on her heavenly shines on you.... and the rays from the sun reflects against every single one of your stretchmarks (and that would be a lot of them).

Oops...sorry I just had a high school moment there. Darn green-eyed monster. :)

So anyway...I have to get not just one - but two - bathing suits for the summer. I already ordered one from Lands End. It's a one piece bathing suit that is supposed to have all-over body control. And while the model wearing the bathing suit looks really nice - and controlled (as if she needs it...), I'm pretty certain that all of the control/gravity in the world will not support that undetermined layers of blubber that is called fat.

Come to think of it...I didn't really get fat until I had kids. And I'm only joining the pool for them... Hmmm...I'm going to have to add this to my Mom's Guilt Trip List for when the boys are older and they don't want to visit me. I can just hear myself now:

"What do you mean you can't come over to visit me? *sniffle* After everything I went through with you. *long dramatic pause* You were the one that made me eat all of those bags of Funyons when I was pregnant with you....I gained XXX amount of weight and I still joined the pool for you in the summer of 2007. Even though they tried to harpoon me, I still went back. I did it all for YOU!"

I'll work on it....:)

Friday, April 27, 2007

This Was Fun...

You are The Star

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised

The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.

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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Oops - I Almost Forgot....

I have an announcement.

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After weeks of waiting, I finally got my new car! I am no longer a mini-van driving mama. LEt me tell you all --- I've never owned anything so nice.

It even has the three rows of seating that I needed.

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I always wanted a car with a sunroof. Not only does the car come with a sunroof, but it also has a skylight in the back. How cool is that?

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Let me tell you, I feel so cool driving around in my new ride with my three kids while listening to 80's music. lol

Easter Pictures...

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So Easter came and went this year. Thankfully, everything went as planned and nobody in my house went into sugar-shock. Oh..Oh.. I have to tell you all about my huge accomplishment. I successfully followed through with the vow that I had made to myself last year. wasn't to NOT all of the Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs from the boys baskets (I swear whoever came up with those just did so to torture me.). Are you ready to hear this?

I let the boys dye eggs without me hovering over their shoulders and having a nervous breakdown in the process.

Now I don't necessarily call myself a perfectionist because...well...I'm not (Umm...hello? You are reading this over-punctuated, poorly grammared blog, aren't you? ;) ). However, it seems that I am a bit of a stickler when it comes to the art of dyeing eggs. I hate to say it, but I am (was?) the Simon Cowell of Easter egg dye jobs. (Insert British accent -- 'You call that an Easter egg? I wouldn't even put that next to a dozen year old rotten eggs....' - Okay....I'm not THAT harsh...) All of the eggs had to be the right color with no fingerprints - and heaven forbid if colors got mixed together. I knew I had a problem when I told a then four-year-old Timmy that he was going to be banned from dyeing Easter eggs if he didn't let the eggs sit in their assigned cups for the required five-minutes. Ummm...yeah...I know....

So anyway...

I did it. I let the boys do their own thing while dyeing eggs and I' m proud to say that I didn't have any mini heart attacks due to the fact that someone only put an egg in the yellow dye for ONLY three minutes. (making the egg more of an off-white than yellow....but whatever...) Even when it came time to decorate the eggs, I kept my pie-hole shut. And speaking of pies, Christian - using an egg to devote his love for a certain baked good - had the most creative saying on his Easter egg.

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Timmy came in a close second with his use of the letter 'n'. He made an egg with the word "nnonn". You see he used all of his 'm' stickers for the eggs that had HIS name on it so when it came time for a 'mom' egg he realized he didn't have anymore m' he just put two n's together to make an 'm'.

All in all it wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. The reign of the Easter Egg Dyeing Nazi is over....


Long Time, No Blog...

And yet again I have successfully avoided all things blog. To tell you the truth, I just didn't have the energy to post. (READ: I'm one lazy mama.)

I do have some things to let the blogging begin!