YMCA t-shirts......

I used to get ready to hit the gym.  My old gym outfits consisted of navy shoes for the days my paints were navy and shoes with black on my black pant days.  My shirts used to ALWAYS match the stripe that went down the side of my pants.  I never had to have make-up on because my skin was better.

Today....I did curl my eyelashes because I never leave home without curled lashes.  A touch of foundation on the friend on my nose.  Bobbi Brown light bronzer (but of course).  I now have white shoes which I used to despise (they match everything).  Plain black pants because that stripe down the side of pants only emphasizes your hips.  And sit down....a YMCA t-shirt that was free.

Lord, if you are listening please help me!

Another New Year......

My New Years Resolutions:
1.  to not base my new years resolutions off of exercise, food or a human body

Well this will be short!

2.  clean through one room/closet once a week (purging, cleaning, organizing) and repeat through the year
3.  get rid of out of style clothes/shoes/handbags (who has time to wait for them to come back in style)
4.  get my photography business up and running
5.  wake up and say "TODAY IS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY!"
6.  not let people who constantly bitch bother me
7.  figure out a plan to go to Thailand for my 40th birthday
8.  accept the city I live in and give it a bigger chance
9.  tell Big D, Pickle and Peanut something I love about them everyday
10.  tell myself something I love about me everyday

I have readers......

Come to find out I have readers.  Imagine that?  Like I said before I don't think my talent lies in writing.  I do think I'm funny but funny looking doesn't count.  Anyway, I'm touched that I have readers out there.  Now, can some of you sign in and make a few comments.  Even the computer illiterate people....it's not that hard and nobody has to see your identity.  It's just one of those things that motivates a blogger to blog more.  

Something happens between baby to man....

I have told you before that Peanut is extremely sensitive.  But let me just reiterate, now I know where the term "mama's boy" comes from.  Mr. Peanut gets his feelings hurt so easily.  Today, my big sis got an idea of what I meant.  We were talking on the phone and I suddenly heard a SCREAM.  I turned the corner to find Peanut laying on the tile floor next to a toy on wheels.  I assume he was standing on it and it slid out from under him and he hit his head on the tile.  Not that I'm comparing but Pickle would have not wanted me to see her crying.  She would have held the tears in until she absolutely couldn't stand the pain and needed to cry.  Oh no, Peanut cries, cries and cries if he gets hurt.  And you can't say it's because he is the youngest.  I didn't do anything different with this kid.  So back to the story, he screams and whimpers.  Calms down, screams again, whimpers again.  Calms down.  We walk by the toy and he relives the experience.  Screaming again, whimpering again, and not to mention doing that thing where you cry and then suck in 3-4 deep breaths of air and burst out crying again.  Then about 10min later he started jabbering and jabbering in a complaining little voice.  You just want to scoop him up and give him LOVE.  He is so dreamy and scrumptious!

So, what happens to males?  When I talk with most of my fiends with boys they all agree that their boys are more sensitive then their girls.  What do we do to our males that makes them grow up to feel like they can't display their emotions?  You don't see men who burst out into tears like women.  Somehow we switch roles.  Women become the criers and men become the tough insensitive ones.    Just a question to think about......

The best two things that have ever happened to me.......

Mama bye bye....

This is how the conversation goes....."mama, no gym....no gym....no gym...no house...no house...no house" I say "where do you want to go?"  Pickle responds "mama store, pock corn."

So, all you Mom's out there, 1.50 buys a combo meal of popcorn and a soda at Target.  Pickle gets a juice box from home and the popcorn and I get peace and quite while I drink my Diet Coke and stroll around Target.

When Big D gets home I tell him "Pickle insisted that we go to Target."  He loves this one.

Sop peas.....

Pickle used to have this thing where when you did something she didn't like she would smack you.  So, I have been working on trying to get her to stop hitting.  This is how it goes "Pickle, when you don't want someone to do something we don't hit, we politely say stop please."  Now, every time I'm doing something she doesn't like she says "sop peas" "sop peas."
I'm brushing her hair and she says "mama, sop peas"
I tickle her and she says "sop peas"
I give her a giant bear hug and she says "sop peas"

I guess she gets my point.

To my bronze goddess friend.....you know who you are....

Blogging can be just another thing on a TO DO LIST.  I often feel like there isn't anyone out there that reads my blog except my darling big sister.  She tells me when I'm slacking, funny, touching and too open.  She says she gets a little obsessed with checking my blog and when there is a post she says "I feel like I just won the lottery."  How sweet is that?  She makes me want to keep blogging.  It's a way for her to feel like she is in the loop from across the world.  


I really don't feel like I can write worth a crap but I try and that's all I can ask of myself.


Anyway, I about peed my pants when I found out that my bronze goddess friend reads my blog with her morning coffee.  I was thrilled, touched and motivated to keep blogging.  That indeed there is another person besides my big sis who reads my blog.


So, this is to you my BOBBI BROWN LIGHT BRONZER friend.
I found myself counting how many Light BB bronzers I had left in the Frankie Store.  I find myself worried everytime I put it on that soon the day will come when I need to actually shell out the 32 bucks and buy one.  It pains me to know that the white tray of tester bronzers are vintage.  It pains me to not be able to go into NM and win a new white tray of BB bronzers.  Nobody else will feel my pain except you.  This is one thing we will always have in common.  And I always think about you and your ten chicken tacos.  And let me know when you are in the hood so I can do your pics!