Thanks B…I think.

I was tagged by Silly Old Bear today, so you might say this is an obligatory post…

All right, here are the rules.

  1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
  2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
  3. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
  4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
  5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment on their blog telling them they’re tagged, and you read their blog.

**Please be warned, some of the information would be classified as TMI. **

That said, here we go:

1. My huband is my first lover.  He will be my last lover. *ahem*

2. I did not intend to give birth to any children, only adopt. (you’ve heard I have given birth to three little girls, right?)

3. I have sex toys hidden on a high shelf in my closet. (I hide them from the girls, not my DH)

4. On occasion, I have to re-wash laundry that sat for too long in the washer…

5. I have never given anyone (including my DH) a ‘happy ending’ after a massage 🙂

6.  My clothing is arranged in rainbow colors in my walk-in closet (RoyG.Biv)

7. My personal motto: Never put off until tomorrow what you can put off until the day after tomorrow! 😉

8. I am the only person in my house who knows how to load a dishwasher correctly.

Now I’m need to decide who I want to  hate me the most know more about:

1. Blue Sloth

2. Latte Man

3. DaPoppins

4. Sugar Mommy

5. Spilt Milk

6. Motherhood Project

7. Zhook

8. PixieMom


Unconcious Mutterings…

  1. Deputy :: Sheriff, Bob Marley
  2. Name :: Title
  3. Arrested :: Development 😦
  4. Trade :: Barter (with massage!)
  5. Old :: Silly Bear…
  6. Fingerprint :: Individuality
  7. Dwarf :: Sleepy, Happy, Dumpy, Gropey, Sleazy, Mashmouth, Jock…
  8. Newspaper :: print
  9. Gabriel :: Peter
  10. Certificate :: License

From Unconscious Mutterings.

My Resignation…

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.

I want to go to McDonald’s and think that it’s a four star restaurant.

I want to sail leaves across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.

I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.

I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my sister on a hot summer’s day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple, when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes; but that didn’t bother you because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is fair; that everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible.

I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.

I want to live simply again.

I don’t want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, kind words, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So, here’s my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements.

I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you’ll have to catch me first, cause. . .

Tag! You’re it.”

Who knew Moms were so valuable?

I DID!  Having been a stay-at-home mom for nine plus years now,  I’ve learned my value.  My roles include, but are  not limited to: maid, cook, CEO, entertainer, bank teller, teacher, owwie-kisser, chauffeur, MC, nurse,  stylist for wardrobe/ hair, personal assistant, and human coat rack.  I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve been asked, “What do you do?”, only to be followed by “No.  I mean what do you DO?” after I have answered that I am a full-time mom to three daughters.  I have much respect for working mothers – my younger sister and I were effectively raised by one ( love you Mom).  I also know that every mother is a working mother, and we deserve respect.  Now, has put literal dollars to our value, both mothers who sat at home and those who work outside the home in addition to raising children.  Check out what I read recently over at MSNBC!

Update: I am now a working mother.  I have taken a weekday position at a new local professional day spa named Spa Synergy.  The pace is relatively slow while I build a clientele.  Just right for me, just starting out.   I’ve decided to take an extended break while my family and I adjust to the new schedule.  I know, I know. All three of you (my faithful readers) are thinking: Didn’t you just take an extended break?  The answer would obviousy be: YES. Yes I did.  I have now replaced, effectively, blogging as my only outlet as a stay-at-home-mother.  I am confident that those of you who truly know me will feel free to contact me at any point in time.  Will I still be reading my pals’ blog? Oh yeah.  Commenting from time to time, even.  So if you’d like to know how I’m really doing or how my family is really doing as currently as possible, shoot me an email!

I love you guys 😉


Final Doctor Appointment and an apology…

I see my surgeon for the final visit in which my last stitches will be removed (see previous post) and my ‘after’ photos will be taken ( I think).   Can you say, ‘HOORAY’ ?!!  Good for you.  I knew you could! Thankyouverymuch.  Now to get an actual job that will make some much-needed cash since I haven’t worked outside our home in nine years.

I managed to miss out on thanking our Troops on Memorial Day.  Mere words escape me.  “Thank you for defending the U.S.A.” does not seem sufficient to me.  I read a blog page from Memorial Day that another wonderful  mom posted in honor of the holiday.  Please click here to read DaPoppins post.  My apologies to our troops. You are fighting under the direct orders of a President I voted into office for the first term, but no longer feel driven to support. 

Ho hum…still recovering

Okay. Update on my healing: My doc may pride himself on closing up the incisions with entirely internal sutures, but my body needed to have a word with him. After two and a half weeks of watching my new breasts open at the seams, my doctor decided to clean up the wounds and restitch me at the seams. Only on the right side. Six stitches on the inside that will eventually dissolve, and nine standard  sutures on the outside. Believe it or not, at one point during the stitching, I actually requested a hand held mirror to watch my doctor at work. He quickly told me that he’d never had that particular request before. In reality, there were no mirrors in the room. You can bet I rushed home to see the new stitches under all the bandages, though! I will be healed up enough to begin practicing massage therapy on June 1, 2007. Enough said!

Thanks to all my readers who’ve been holding good thoughts for me.  After June 1,  you cqan schedule your one-hour relaxation massage with me!
 Don’t know how old this one is, but thought it still relevant.

  1. Tumor :: NY Giants player Amani (Toomer)
  2. Bunch :: Brady (I know that shows my age)
  3. Gratitude :: Journal (thank you Oprah!)
  4. Feel alive :: young at heart
  5. Connect :: the dots
  6. Temptation :: cannot be resisted – by me anyway…
  7. Brighten:: liven up!
  8. Jewelry :: pearl necklace 😉
  9. Tough :: as nails!
  10. Harmless :: as a mouse

Subliminal Lunanina: Unconscious Mutterings

So, I’m a leeeeettle bored.

I’m still on limited activity, so I might be a teensy bit bored. Napping at will? YOU BETCHA!  I found some time to  visit Unconcious Mutterings, and lookee what I found!

  1. Order ::  chaos
  2. Mortician :: post-mortem makeup artist
  3. Determine ::  decide/ choose, neither of which I like to do 😦
  4. Ignore ::  talk LOUDER!
  5. Guy ::  doll
  6. Crush ::  orange soda
  7. Garlic ::  Italian ( the only Italian dish without garlic is dessert)
  8. Wacky ::  weed. Enough said.
  9. Parent :: omniscient
  10. Burning ::  bush

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