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Tuesday, August 29, 2006

"Come In, Berlin . . . Come In, Berlin"

So, you ask what is with me and my hang-up with Victoria Secret? WELL, Let me tell you. When I was but a young, impressionable girl of 11ish, an event happened that so changed my life forever.

My dad took my sister, then 13ish, and I shopping. Thinking back, I can't remember if my step-mom was there or not. (They say you purposely have mental blocks when you experience something so traumatic)

My sister needed a bra, could possibly have even been her first. As she was looking through the different sizes, trying to muster the courage to approach the sales lady about trying one on, that's when it happened.

My dad grabs the biggest bra ever seen, straps it to his head, and starts flying around the store saying, "Come In Berlin . . . Come in Berlin."

And now you know, the rest of the story.

Yes, it is a true story. Although I don't think it had any impact on my current dilemma with V.S., I thought it would make a terrific blog. You might think that now you've heard the most obnoxious dad story ever, oh no, I have more.

Thanks, Dad for teaching me never to take life too seriously and when all else fails, laugh.
I love you!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Baby of Mine

Tonight, the house was quiet, brother finished reading a book (his third book this week, we might actually read all the books before having to return them to the library (a first)) I tucked him in for the night and he was quickly off to dreamland. Daddy is out with the guys.
Sister, just out of the tub, puts on Bear and the Big Blue House pjs (sweet hand me downs from brother, I might add a great garage sell find) She smells like strawberries thanks to Suave Smoother shampoo (I love all their flavors).
She wants to brush her hair as she said "by myselt!" She then says, "I can brush my teet by myselt too." As she's making her way to bed, I have a great idea, "Sis, why don't you let me rock you to sleep?" Her reply, "I not a baby, I a Big Girl." I try to talk her into it, she refuses. Last resort, I'll let you have some chocolate milk.... she caves.
She grabs her blankie (the one given to her when she was just a few days old) , I grab the chocolate milk which she still likes warmed up, and we head to the rocking chair.
What a moment. I'm rocking my sweet baby girl as memories start flooding my mind. As I'm thinking back to the many nights with her in my arms, the song Yesterday by Paul McCartney comes into mind.

Why she had to go, I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday....
She finishes the milk and starts talking mainly to keep herself awake.
1. Mom, when is Santa coming? Not until it is cold.
2..Mom, how can't I have someone pend night? When you're a little bigger.
3 Mom, how is grandpa not walk? Because he's sick and he's lost his balance.
4. How come doctor don't make him new wegs? Honey, they 're trying to help him remember how to use his own legs.
5. Mom, what's that noise? just the rockin chair. (pause) No it's not, it's you cwapping (clapping) my butt.
(lol) Honey, say bottom not b.u.t.t.
6. Mom, I yuv you. I love you too, baby.
ShShShSh, now close your eyes and go to sleep. As I tickle her belly, arms, and face, her eyes become heavy. As she is slowly drifting off to dreamland, I begin intensely studying her face, trying to memorize every little detail. She's amazing... so beautiful, so sweet.
I snuggle up and put my face into her hair, it's not so much the baby smell I use to savor but it's my little girl smell that I'm savoring equally as much.
There will be a time, it will seem as soon as tomorrow, when I will be longing for these times, this night.
Sweet dreams, baby of mine.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Just Can't Help Myself

My son has been in school for 4 days, of those I've walked him to school 1 time (I'm not a morning person, at all), I've met him for lunch 3 days (it took all I had but I reframed yesterday), and walked him home all 4 days.

Hubby is complaining. Your treating him like a baby, you're coddling, him, I bet you're embarrassing him, blah, blah, blah. First, you have to understand hubby. He's ex Air Force (probably said enough there), macho macho man complete with the buzz hair cut, totally top gun material (wait that's the Navy, he'd be mortified) It's why I fell in love with him!

But, I just can't help myself. We've spent the whole summer having soooo much fun with the kids and now that school has taken my little man away.

In just a few short weeks, I will be buried up to my ears with work. It will take me out of town, definitely away from home in the afternoons/early evenings, basically consume me. I'll forget I even have kids. Now don't feel sorry for me, I choose that. I love my work so you see I just can't help myself there either.

But until then, I will make every excuse in the world to meet him for lunch with the Avatar Fruit Snacks in hand which I purposely "forgot" to put in his lunch box and will wait outside his classroom door standing where little man can see me as I watch him make those cute, little embarrased faces. (Yes, I've had teacher shut the door on me before, is that a hint?)

It's true, the cafeteria workers, teachers, counselor, office personnel, principal, and custodian all know me by name. Shouldn't that mean I'm such the supermom instead of that compulsive, overly obsessed woman from across the street?

Did I mention, I just can't help myself?

One last thing, each evening I plan out a new diet which will start the following morning. However, It all is ruined by donuts, I mean breakfast the next day.

I don't get it, I'm such a terrible role model. I mean, I preach to little man about self-control. I say, "you are in control of your actions, there's no excuses."

Keeping that in mind, I did have a South Beach Diet Breakfast Wrap this morning which would have been good if I had not eaten the donut beforehand. (white powder donuts bought yesterday for little man which he didn't even eat this morning)

Wait it gets worse....... I'm hungry and it's not even 12:00, yes I know I just ate breakfast at 10:00..... so as I'm waiting for that self-control thing to show up, I'm eating my left over chocolate birthday cake, yummmmm.

Finally, here comes self-control, I grab a South Beach Lunch Wrap from the freezer. As I'm opening it, out plops a brick hard sugar-free Jello container. I've just figured out that these frozen entrees are not suppose to be frozen. Oh well, I'll just warm everything up, eat a few more bites of that cake while a wait, and by the way did you know that mayo doesn't freeze?

Inside the Entree box, the South Beach Diet people have put some words of wisdom. Walk the talk! Even short periods of physical activity, such as walking with a friend at lunch, can help you to balance the calories you consume. So, I've completely got that covered b/c I'm walking back and forth to the school at least 2 times a day. Don't plan on stopping that any time soon cuz I'm balancing my calories. I've got to tell my husband that.

I've got to go so I can plan out a new diet starting at dinner. I just can't help myself.........

Monday, August 21, 2006

A Pirates Tale

I walked over to get my son from school. Our home is right behind the cutest, little country school. One thing I find incredibly adorable about my son is his facial expressions, they're the best. When he see's me waiting outside his classroom, he gets embarrassed. His eyebrows raise, his mouth makes an oval shape, while his eyes dart back and forth to see if anyone is watching. He does this over and over. While I could be sad of his embarrassment of me, I'm instead too busy smiling and laughing, sooo proud that he's mine.

We walk home, get a snack, and he begins his homework while I look through the papers in his backpack. Now remember, when he tries to be funny, it definitely doesn't work but when he's not trying, he's hysterical. Here's a story he wrote today in class;

My Pireet Tale
Me and Dad saled.
Ahed was fog
We sol (saw) a Pireit
We ran ane hid and I sol Dad wocking
the planek (plank)
I bet (beat) them up
We had sam (some) rump
I asked him what that last word was, he said rump. Mom, Don't pirates drink rump.
Couldn't you just eat him up!

HI, HO, HI, HO... OFF TO THE MALL WE GO!

Okay, I just have to write about yesterday's exciting trip to the mall.

Sunday morning, I actually went to church, and believe me that's totally amazing in itself but even bigger is my hubby volunteered to go with us. Did I say volunteered, wow. We had a good time, I saw all the girls from Thursday night (Girls Night Out at the Honky Tonk), kids had a ball with the best Sunday School Teacher ever (she's a pretty good line dancer too) It was great!

We went to Fudrucker's afterwards, I love their burgers and fries. It doesn't get much better than this And then the clouds moved in as a sign of things to come.

We went to the mall, I need to replace holy panties and lumpy bras, but there's a problem I hate shopping for them. I don't know why, I always have hated it. Hubby wants to go to Victoria Secret, did I mention those stores make me uncomfortable. So, we are enjoying all the stores heading towards Victoria Secret, my favorite being the one with the massage chairs, which I test drove the cadillac of massage chairs....everyone having a pretty good time.

We make it to Victoria Secret.....We go into the store on the perfume side, I have no problems on that side, it's the other side that bothers me. Forcing myself, I start thumbing through bra's while the kids are running around acting like wild lunitics and my hubby tellling me to ask for his opinion on each undergarment.

Meanwhile, in my mind I'm thinking....Okay, it's my B-Day money in which I"m suppose to have fun spending and this is not any fun for me, at all. He's picking up on my uncomfortable state and so he makes a feable attempt to "fix" the situation and says why don't you have the sales lady measure you?

Cue - loud thunder and lightening followed by an immediate downpour! I can't believe he said that, first of all if I don't know my size by 35 yrs old, something is wrong, secondly even if I didn't know, I'm not going to subject myself to the embarrassment of having little Miss. Twenty-something tootbpick with the belly-button ring surrounded by all the enormous pictures of big boobed rail thin supermodels all over the place, measure me. I'm thinking sure thing, right after the chipindale hunks measure your ding-a-ling-a -ling.

Needless to say, I grab the lunitic children and head for the door, I'm done. I make a Bee line for the Ice Cream store, however I'm not sure even that will make a difference. As we leave the store, me with tears starting to form in my eyes and hubby mentally trying to figure out what just happened, we run into the pastor of the church we attended this morning. Oh great, it can't get any better. We play it off, I think and resume our march to the ice cream store.

Once we're seated, kids busy making a mess with the ice cream, hubby asks what just happened, please explain. I blow him off with, you just wouldn't understand. That's not good enough for him so I let him have it. I'm not sure exactly what I said but the people next to us got up and quickly moved away.

The jist of it was First of all, I'm a bargain shopper and to spend $100.00 for 2 bras and 3 panties makes me sick, b/c I can go to Foley's, Dillards, or even Walmart and find the same damn thing with the exception of the name for $10 - $15. Secondly, I coulld spend $500.00 in that store and I will not look like those rail thin, big boobed supermodels in the commercials, hello.....

I called one of my best friends for support, she thinks I"m going through a mid-life crisis, how depressing, does that mean I'm at mid-life, surely not b/c that's soooooo freakin old.

Yes, I will eventually replace my undergarments but it will be on my terms, when I'm totally in the mood, and
heavily medicated......

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Here Goes Nothing

A friend introduced me to her blog and now I'm addicted. She's hilarious and I love reading hers. Sometimes she goes several days without blogging, it kills me. She has said numerous times that I should start one. And so it's taken me months to build up the courage, but here goes nothing.

Not quite sure how to start.... I'm probably suppose to put this stuff on my profile but being new to the blogger world, I haven't found that prompt. Soooo, I'm a newly 35 year old (been recently accused of going through a mid-life crisis) wife to my perfect man, mom to two cuties and currently residing in the suburbs. In the over-all-sceam of things, life's great sprinkled with crazy.

My husband is my knight and shining armor. We dated in high school, did the prom thing, and then went our separate ways.... he the Air Force.....I finished high school and off to college. Years later, right before I was about to give up all together on the male race, our paths crossed and he saved me. He continues to save me on a daily basis.

My children bring light to my crazy world.

My son, from the moment he was conceived, made me a better person, the person I always wanted to be. Shouldn't it be you molding your kids, not the other way around. But, he truly changed my life. I knew he deserved no less than a perfect mom, and so if it killed me (which it feels like it does from time to time) I would give it my all. He was the most precious "pumpkin head" baby, the cutest curly haired toddler, and now the most promising full-fledge boy ever. Crazee mom partnered with perfect dad are raising a a sensitve, loving, touchy, smart, artistic, freckle-nose (which he hates and I love) boy. I would love to spend a day looking through his eyes, for everything he see's, there's a question. I don't know, will he be a scientist who specializes in bugs, a comedian (when he's trying to be funny, he's not but all other times he's hysterical) a lawyer ( he likes to argue, mostly with me) or a preacher (he loves to talk, all the time, when he's awake and asleep) regardless for now he's my little man who keeps me on my toes. My son, the light in my life.

My daughter, from the beginning I knew she was a girl as I knew brother was a boy, brought joy to my life. I cherish the connection I have with my mom and words can't describe what it means to have that with baby girl. She was a beautiful baby, couldn't go anywhere without comments, we actually had someone follow us around at the fair in awe of her, she just was soooo pretty. Now, she is the prettiest little girl who recently left toddlerhood with an even bigger attitude that you can imagine. Her spunk, confidence, joy, hugs, kisses are addictive. With the biggest, most beautiful blue eyes in the world, my little girl is the most precious treasure. What I would give to keep her little but I know my little song-bird will fly and when she does , she will fly high. My daughter, joy of my life.

I am sooo thankful for the support system in my life. I truly have the best family, both my parents and my husband's parents. My friends (old and new) are the best.

Okay, with all of this soooo right in my life, how can I have so many moments of crazy? My life is like icecream (Rocky Road, obviously it would be my favorite) so sweet, cool, but never smooth and routine. So I'm always having weird marshmellow moments filled with nutty people and topped with crazee sprinkes for color. It might sound silly but I thought it was a good analogy.

And Finally, I need a outlet for those crazy moments and thus I'm blogging.
(forgive any misspelled words, maybe I shouldn't mention I'm a teacher, but being new to the blogger world, I can't get spell check to work... it says Pop-up blocked, what the heck does that mean)