Pay Phones

Does anyone ever see any of these bad boys anymore? As the last survivor on earth without a cell phone I notice these things and can't remember the last time I actually SAW one! WTF? I will not cave, I will not be forced to buy a cell phone, I will just use yours since you know you have one.

Hot Glue and Other Fun Stuff

I have taken a pretty long hiatus from all things crafty. I fill the occasional Etsy order as well as birthday/new baby gifts but no longer do I craft every day or even every month for that matter. I was chatting with a friend yesterday about how having kids has left me little time to do things I want to. Maybe this is what the grandmother at my 4 year olds preschool means when she says to me repeatedly "It won't always be like this." And trust me my kids are very well behaved (in public) and I am usually the one holding the door for OTHERS as I lug my brood to and fro so I've never been quite sure what she meant. BUT maybe I am onto something.
The other day another mother at the school brought her daughter in wearing a big flower clip she had made and my girl was quite green with envy so when we got home I told her I can make you one, Lovey, don't you fret. Then today THREE more girls were wearing clips like it. Oh my, it's a flower clip epidemic and my kid wants in! So here is my chance to oblige and at the same time get a little crafty. Oh joy!
Sidebar: Now the other thing I no longer have any real time for is exercise, is this a bit of an excuse because I hate sweating? Maybe. But I have never been so sedentary in my life, we bust a move all day but it's running errands and doing chores and by the time I know it, it's 8 o'clock and my (growing) ass just wants to sit on the couch and have a cocktail and pass out in the middle of Idol. That's about as much as I want to say on that subject at the moment. Just thinking about making time and doing it gives me a migraine.

I don't want anyone to misunderstand how I started this little rant. Having kids has meant less time for a lot of things I used to do but don't get me wrong, I LOVE these cherubs. They light up my life and fill my nights with song...and screaming matches with a bit of hair pulling...but mostly love.
Now off to make headbands!

Centipedes

No, not the real kind. The nasty Hollywood puke inducing kind. I am still having agita over a movie that my husband decided to watch this past weekend. We were watching TV together when I made the poor decision to get up and leave the room for about 10 minutes. When I return there is a movie on called Human Centipede. Anyone? I am like what the hell is this? He is laughing because he is a doucher (new word we made up to taunt each other, kind of like you're a douche bag but we're too lazy to actually say douche bag). He is a fan of horror movies, I am not. But this movie wasn't even terrifying, it was repulsive. I don't know if there is a word in my vocabulary that could adequately describe just how gross the premise of this movie is. I am NOT going to get into it, feel free to google it. But please have Tums and a barf bag handy. In fact, this is how I even know most of what happens in this gross flick. Thanks, google. I only saw about 10-15 minutes of it but then I just had to go to the net and hit enter. That was my first mistake, my second mistake was reading the summary of the movie. After reading it, I felt an intense need for a bottle of Tums and a lobotomy. I am not sure why it bothers me so much since nothing like that would ever happen. I think I am just disgusted that people can actually think of such revolting things. Sooooo, at this point I'm sure you're off to look up why I have my panties in such a bunch, Godspeed, people.

The Bugs Are Back In Town

It's spring! Welcome back all you repulsive creatures that shouldn't even think twice about stepping one gross little hairy leg in my house. I hate you all.
This little ditty was inspired by a disgusting black spider sauntering around the living room just now as if he owned the place. Obviously he is now in several pieces in a piece of paper towel in the trash.
Good night and good luck (to myself, I am the one that has to sleep here.)

33

I turned 33 yesterday. Yeah, that's old. My grandfather sent me an email the other day (he will be 81 tomorrow so go him) and requested my presence at "the national holiday luncheon" for April 4th. I RSVP'd (via email to keep that geezer on his toes) that I'd go as long as they rolled out the red carpet. Fast forward to yesterday and there was this hideous orange carpet strip circa 1952 all stained and grody lining the stairs to the front door. I had to laugh! Not to mention this was not to be outdone by the plastic Big Bird, Bert & Ernie that were lined up next to it paparazzi style. I then, of course, had to clean it all up since they are 81 (in case I hadn't yet mentioned that). So happy birthday to me!!

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Work through it, accept it, move on.

I think a lot of us don't do the last part because the second part can be so difficult. Deep shit.

First Birth

I had my first birth as a doula this past Saturday. The mother had a HUGE support team so at times I felt a bit useless. When I say huge, I am talking about 14 people and that didn't include myself, the other doula, the nurses and the doctor. It was wild! But I am so thankful that they let me share in that special moment in their lives. I feel like there isn't too much else I can say about it but I MEAN IT when I say Life Is Beautiful.