I hope your day of memorializing is dry and warm. Now, I'm going to batten down the hatches on our green house so it doesn't blow away during the impending rain & wind storm -- while wearing a bikini! ;->
I've been exercising like crazy but the numbers on the scale aren't going down. Boo. Yesterday my 9 y/o was going to be in her school's Talent Show , but I didn't know about a rehearsal that happened on the previous day. Missing the rehearsal threw her for a loop so she didn't want to be in the show any more. Boo. Then, while I was taking some bowls out to make healthy, air-popped, lightly buttered popcorn (who am I kidding, I was going to make cookie dough for us) my 2 favorite bowls dropped on my big toe, breaking into pieces, fully expressing how I was feeling about myself in the first place. Ugh. Know what I'm in the mood for? A Virtual Girls Night Out!
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Tweeting while watching T.V. seems to be a pretty common practice. I get wanting to share your experience with those that are as excited. I understand wanting to make a connection. But what I DON'T get is when people Tweet away with "OMG! I can't believe they killed so-and-so!" Or, "Why did he pick (insert name here)". Why are some t.v.-watching-tweeters Spoilers?
Not everyone watches a program at the same time. And I'm not talking about those that are taping a program to watch at a later date. I'm talking about those that live in a different time zone and have no choice.
Twitter Etiquette 101:While sharing enjoyment/disdain for T.V. shows, no play-by-play of said T.V. shows. Please keep in mind those in different time zones.
While waiting for my series finale show-time to start, I was checking in with my Twitter pals. When some started sharing info. on the show I was waiting for, I reminded my Twitterverse that not all could be watching the …
Living in the Pacific Northwest means never having to change your closets with the seasons. One day it's sunny and 75 (which is warm for us) the next day it's raining and cold. If you were to wear a turtleneck, sunglasses while carrying an umbrella no one would look at you funny. (Unless you're wearing socks with sandals, then laugh away.) I want to get my mind off of this cold wetness and blog hop at the Virtual Girls Night Out!
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Time For A Cocktail!
Happy 30th Anniversay Pac-man!
Pac-Man Ingredients: 1 oz maraschino liqueur 1 oz strawberry schnapps 1 oz peach schnapps 2 oz apple juice 2 oz pineapple juice Directions: Add the ingredients in the chronological "level" order (cherry > strawberry > peach > apple > pineapple)…
Last year I bought a swimsuit that I thought looked great. I was so excited to have finally found a suit that covers my mommy-bulge and showed a little cleavage, ya' know, a little sexiness thrown in while I try to suck it in. My husband was going to take one look at me in this suit and say "Victoria's Secret model's have nothing on you Honey."
Boy was I delusional.
It didn't really hit me until I saw pictures of myself from our vacation. There we were, a family playing in a pool and I noticed that my swimsuit didn't look as great as I thought it did. If I was going for a Victoria's Secret model look this suit was in their AARP section. I looked like I was wearing my grandmother's swimsuit!
How could I have talked myself into thinking that this suit looked good on me?!? I had to put it on again to figure this out, and that's when I understood. It wasn't that it helped my body look better; it just fit my butt, and that made me happy.
` Any chance the "responsible", "happy", "cooperative" girl (as reported by her Outdoor School teachers) that just returned from said Outdoor School, could share some of these qualities now that she's home?
The child that claimed "she likes salad after all" - only to say "Maybe it was the fresh air that made me like salad" when presented with a lovely vegetable selection at her home. Let's keep that salad bowl rolling, shall we?
The child that gave her little sister a big hug, surprising little sister completely, who now tells her to "Shh" everytime she begins to speak,... could we have the huggy-lovey big sis back please???
She's home She's home! My Outdoor School adventuring 12 yrs. old is home. It has definitely been a quite week here. Now we are waiting for her pictures to be developed and seeing if OxyClean can really take out embedded grass and dirt stains. Time to relax and have a Virtual Girls Night Out!
Time For Some Tunes!
I've been thinking about Motherhood a lot lately and this song keeps popping in my head. It seems a perfect soundtrack for Mother's - The Movie. (Someday someone will write the screenplay, I'm sure.)
"I get knocked down, but I get up again, you're never gonna keep me down". THAT'S what being a mom can feel like sometimes.
How can you not sing along to that tune?!?
Time For A Cocktail!
"He drinks a whisky drink..."
Barlely Legal Ingredients: 2 oz. Perrier - or more 1 oz. Glenlivet Scotch Whisky - or more Instructions: Mix and serve over cubed ice in old fashioned glass. Garnish with a twist of lime.
. Yesterday my 6th grader left for Outdoor School.
While parents and children mulled around the buses making sure everything on the list was packed, giving hugs and kisses, some parents were saying "This is a great Mother's Day present!" Of course we laughed. It sounded funny. But it didn't really feel funny to me.
I want Katie to have an amazing time, of course. She was so excited and that made me happy. There were some children who were very weepy and I was grateful I didn't have to deal with a meltdown before she got on the bus.
The energy in the house was different last night. Her little sister is reveling in having the bedroom all to herself, and wants me to paint it pink while Katie is away. (I don't even want to think of how she would react to that discovery. No thank you.)
I am obsessed wondering what Katie is doing right now. Is she still excited? Is it raining on the mountain? Did I pack enough jeans, socks?
This morning my 12 yr. old has to give a speech in front of the class. Ugh. Does anyone enjoy doing this?!? And last night she decided to change her topic. Way to add more stress there Honey. Her father and I have experience speaking in front of an audience so we gave as much advice as she could handle. I'm still nervous. I know what I need to take my mind off of it... a Virtual Girls Night Out!
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Time For A Cocktail!
Sweet Mommy Ingredients *2 oz. Pomegranate Vodka *6 oz. HINTPomegranate-Tangerine *2 Mint Leaves *Dash Honey Syrup Directions Find your prettiest glass, add ingredients and stir. Enjoy!
When looking to buy a home there is the saying "Location, Location, Location". The locations we wanted to purchase in were so out of our price range that we had to adjust our wants and go with what we could get. Little did we know that buying what we could get would give us more than what we could have dreamed.
The purchasing process was horrendous, so much stress. Even though it was 13 yrs. ago I remember like it was yesterday. When we had the deal signed and sealed we thought that was the best part. But the true best part was meeting our neighbors. And one particular neighbor comes to mind today, our honorary Grandma-Next-Door, Eleanor.
Eleanor lived alone but was never lonely. If her friends weren't visiting (partying was more like it ;-> ), or taking her to Bunco or lunch, my young Katie was at her house, eating cookies or playing games. She became a member of our family quickly. We loved her.
Time passed and Eleanor felt living in her house was too difficult and ch…