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I'm often amazed and confused by the bizarre happenings behind the closed and competitive doors of the typical suburban home. The following is a place to share my thoughts and reflections on daily life as I try to navigate this crazy and wonderful world.






Thursday, April 30, 2009

Things You Should Never .....


Things you should never tell a self professed borderline hypochondriac:
~Doctor "It's either tonsillitis or mono." -Yeah, everyone hope for tonsillitis!

~The school is full of head lice.-I itch just hearing those words!

~Ug...I was throwing up all night and was so afraid I'd have to cancel our coffee date this morning.-A good hypochondriac can catch the stomach flu by just hearing about it.

~Gosh you really do get a lot of headaches, have they checked you for a tumor?-Requires no explanation.

~Swine Flu-Media covered that one for me.

~A travel advisory has been issued for Canada.-But I live here!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Do You Know Your Power Tools?

I am powerful. I am independent. I am going to get this backyard in tip top shape all by myself. I don't need the help of no stinkin man.

Rake the lawn. Rake. Rake. Rake. huff huff

Bag the leaves. Bag.Bag.Bag! Get in there you stupid leaves!

Scoop the poop. Scoop. Scoop. Scoop. gag gag

Yank the weeds. Yank. Yank. Yank. Ouch my back. Ouch, my wee pathetic girly hands.

Into the Garage to get me a power tool to trim down those great big long ornamental grasses that frankly should have been hacked down last fall. Hmmm. This power tool looks like the one I need.



How do you turn this thing on. Press. Press. Spin. Poke. Pull? Nothing! Grr. Fine. He gets to cut the grasses when he gets home. I have done enough.


As I kick back with my tea mentally congratulating myself on a job well done I see Outdoor Hubby come out of the garage with this:

Huh? I was trying to start something totally different. Yep, I'm brilliant and was going to try and use a whipper snipper to cut down 6 foot tall ornamental grass. Which by the way requires an ELECTRICAL cord to be plugged into it before it works. Apparently it doesn't run off some magic battery power!
Note to self...should have gone for the Hedge Trimmer.
Confessed my confusion to Outdoor Hubby...he thinks this is all kinds of funny.

Classic Blond Moment by the ModernMom.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Have you Ever Felt Like Someone is Watching You?

Woke up this morning and got the kids off to school. Enjoyed a quick cup of coffee and then into the shower. Got out of the shower and had the shock of a lifetime.
Do you see that? Look closely.

 
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Still don't see it? How about I peek around the blinds for you?



There was a dude trimming trees right outside my bathroom window and my bathroom is on the second floor! Now, credit where credit is due I always say. My neighbour was doing a very nice thing as her monster tree was growing into my backyard and a recent wind storm had done some damage to our shared fence...but...I don't need Tree Dude to catch me during my naked time!

I'm thinking my blinds were made for privacy at a distance, not close up.

Moral of the story. If you feel like someone is watching you? Trust your gut, they probably are.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Tales of Dog Vomit

Overheard:
7 Year old SweetGirl talking to Black Lab Shadow in her best Sing Song Mommy Voice.

You had a choice...you choose to eat the rabbit poop. Now you have to live with that choice. You have decided that you don't get to play outside, you must come in. Okay?

Then whispers....
Mommy and Daddy will NOT be happy if they have to clean up your puke again. Okay baby. Bye Bye.


Good Grief! Is that really how I sound?

PS Credit where credit is due.

A wonderful tall dark and handsome fairy with a nasty gag reflex came to my house last night. He bravely did what no parent wants to do...he cleaned up the atrocious pile of dog vomit in the laundry room. THANK YOU Dog Vomit Cleaning Fairy!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

There are Fairies in the Suburbs!


The Dish Fairy came today.
The Laundry Fairy too.
The Vacuuming Fairy is scheduled for later this afternoon.
The Mopping Fairy will follow.
The Dusting Fairy is always here.
The De-Cluttering Fairy never gets a break.
The Lunch Making Fairy loves hot lunch Wednesdays...otherwise she is on duty.
The Toilet Paper Replacing Fairy is always close at hand.
The Coffee Buying Fairy is essential.
The Garbage Collecting Fairy is truly magic.
The Bathroom Cleaning Fairy hates her job but does it anyway.
The Kitchen Counter Cleaning Fairy can't keep up.
The Fish Bowl Cleaning Fairy is fairly new and wonders how she got here?
The Shoe Straightening, Front Hall Tidying, Bench Cleaning Fairy will never win.
The Bed Changing Fairy, strangely, doesn't mind her job.
The Carpool Fairy.
The Homework Helping Fairy.
The Grocery Shopping Fairy
There are too many to list!

Maybe I should thank them.
No!
In the Suburbs, no one ever thanks a fairy.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Almost Wordless Wednesday




Meet the Ducks. Yes, the Ducks that have taken over the yet to be opened pool in my back yard. They are confused and have mistaken my pool for a pond. You see in Canada, we have to close our pools for the winter and then wait for the sunshine so we can re-open in the spring.
C'mon Spring. Good Bye Ducks.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Random Thoughts of the Day

PMS is not a "Syndrome" ...it's just something I use to rationalize my crazy.

If its called the PTA (Parent and Teacher Association)...where are all the Teachers?

If school starts at 9am then why do I drop my kids off at
8am on Monday for Choir
755 on Tuesday for Cheerleading
8am on Wednesday for Gymnastics
8am on Thursday for Chess

Little. Joiners.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

A Day at the Gym ~ Hugs and Head Shakes




BlueEyes had her second gymnastics competition yesterday.
Up at the crack of dawn. Fed the kids, got them dressed, and then wrangled my darling daughters hair into the regulation bun. No stray hairs allowed.
Packed up the family car, and started our two and half our drive to the competition.
All of us were tired, but excited and maybe a little nervous for BlueEyes.
We didn't need to be. She rocked it. Placed 1st on the Vault, 2nd on the Floor, 2nd on Bars, 4th on Beam, and 1st Overall!! Woo Hoo!
We cheered, took lots of pictures, high fived the winners and hugged the ones who were disappointed. She worked so hard and we are pretty proud!

Gymnastics is a great sport. It fosters independence, strength, co-ordination, team spirit, a sense of accomplishment, and self-discipline, but it can be bittersweet. One slip, one bobble, one misstep, the high becomes a low ,and the first place becomes a last. No second chances. That's hard for a competitive child. We get through it by being supportive. Telling her fun first. Do your best, forget the rest. Hugs and love. We are proud of you and you should be too.

Not all parents take this approach. In suburbia we have run into all kinds of "parenting styles" and the one I have to comment on today, the one that has been bothering me for months is the "overbearing..pushy..unrealistic expectations parent".

I'd like to get this off my chest!

Dear Overbearing Pushy Unrealistic Parent,
If your daughter is 10 years of age and is just starting to compete she is not headed for the Olympics. Quit acting like she is. She does not need her own set of bars at home PLUS the extra beam with flooring. You do not need to pay for extra coaching hours over and above everyone else in the group because of her "special gift". We all think our girls are special pal. Nine hours a week seems to be enough for everyone else. When your child falls, don't make excuses for her, don't scold her, don't shake your head with disgust and disappointment. Shame on you. Give her a break. It's gymnastics. Falls happen! When your child is crying and carrying on telling you she does not want to go to gym anymore. Maybe you should listen to her! All your complaining, head shaking and demanding..your missing some incredible moments with your baby. Please. Think. Is this her dream...or is it yours?

Signed
The ModernMom

AAhhh. That's better. Hugs to all the little gymnasts out there!

Friday, April 17, 2009

Friday Night Giggle *Virtual Night Out



I have a raging headache. I've dragged myself on this school trip. Who starts a field trip at 8:20 am anyway..school starts at 9am and that's early enough for this house.
We are rocking and rolling on the dreaded school bus. Kids are whooping it up. Yelling, laughing, singing, having a grand ole time. My head continues to pound pound pound. I feel like crap, hate the sweater I'm wearing, forgot lipstick and am pretty sure I am having one of my worst hair days ever. But I am here for my kid.
SweetGirls best friend reaches over the bus seat to touch my hair and says:
"You look like Malibu Barbie today"
LOL. Well that made me laugh, cause Barbie I am not. Gotta love that kid. Maybe kids can see us for who we are, not who we aren't.
Thanks little friend, I'm embarrassed to admit it, but you made my head feel a wee bit better.


Now for a drink to celebrate my first ever virtual night out and to match my new Malibu Barbie Status!

Malibu Barbie Cocktail
A delicious recipe for Malibu Barbie, with Malibu® coconut rum and pineapple juice.

Serve in: Collins Glass

Ingredients: 2 oz Malibu® coconut rum and 8 oz pineapple juice

Method: Stir ingredients together with ice cubes in a collins glass, and serve.

Cheers!
MM

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Life is a Balncing Act




You Balance your cheque book.
Balance your time between work and play.
Figure out the balance between hubby and kids, and gouge out some time for yourself.
How much do you give your children and how much do you make them earn?
When to trust....when to double check.
How to set boundaries~When to let go.
Good food choices vs Sweet Indulgence.
Money saved for a rainy day or spent lavishly to build a memory that will last a lifetime.
Hard work vs. frivolous fun.
Wants vs needs.
Exercise vs lazy and unhealthy.
Obligations vs Choice.
Strict Rules vs. crazy play time.
Give and Take.

Here in Suburbia life is a delicate dance, the happiest moments are when you strike that perfect balancing act.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Susan Boyle on Britains Got Talent

I am a Canadian and will proudly (OK maybe not proudly) say that I just love watching those crazy reality shows that give real people a chance.
Britain's Got Talent has got to be one of those shows.
Do you remember Paul Potts?
Love him.
If you missed it, check out Susan Boyle, a 47 year old woman from Britain who claims she has never been kissed.
She.Is.Amazing.

Go Susan!

Hopefully there is a link here of

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Wordless Wednesday


Our Shadow!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

How do you out smart a snorer?



It was past 11pm. I was exhausted and finally ready to turn in. Or maybe not. How could I forget to put those wet clothes in the dryer? They will stink to high heaven by morning. Back down the stairs. Change the laundry over. Drag my butt back upstairs and into bed. Drop onto the bed and pull up the blankets. Sigh. You know those nights when your bed feels like the most comfortable place on earth?
Say goodnight to my Hubby and let my head sink slowly into the silky pile of pillows. Bliss.

Then he starts. Snork. Rattle. Grak. It sounds like my Husband is trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose. That sound..that noise..can not be coming from the man I love dearest, but it is.
"Honey". I whisper. "Can you please roll on your side? You are snoring"
"I am not, I wasn't even asleep yet" Is the reply.
So much for that tactic.
I try gently prodding him. Nope
Rub his arm a little. Yeah, he swatted at me like a fly and gerfuffed, but went right back to snoring.
Shaking the bed sometimes works. Nope
Yelling his name! Not a thing..he just keeps sawing a way.
OK OK. I've read that if you breath at the same time as a snorer you can easily ignore it. Yeah right!
Getting close to tears now. I'm so tired!
Feet in the middle of his back and over he goes! Can not believe it. His snores did not miss a beat! What the ???

Give up. Grab a blanket, my pillow and stomp down the hall to find another soft bed to sleep in.

I need help. How on earth do you sleep with a snorer?

Monday, April 13, 2009

Things I Know about Easter





Here are some things I have learned while trying to Survive Easter Sunday in the Suburbs:



*Painting eggs with my girls is a quiet joy.
*I will always buy too much chocolate.
*I will always eat too much of said chocolate.
*It does not matter how far ahead you plan your daughters outfits for Easter Day. Go ahead! Plan them a week in advance, lay them out neatly the night before, because the morning it is time to put them on, one of those little divas is going to decide she requires a wardrobe change.
*Offering to take the same dish to both family functions. Brilliant. Double the dessert recipe and pack 2 bottles of wine. Easy Peasy.
*Trying to see both Hubby's side of the Family and My side of the Family on Easter Sunday is not a good idea. Too much food, too much rushing, and again with the too much chocolate. I should have worn stretchy pants.
*Meeting a newborn foal can calm down even the rowdiest child. They are awe inspiring.
*No matter how crazy your family, I am blessed to have them.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

I've been tagged..Have you??

Lucky Eight!

The sweet girl from Martin Family Moments tagged me in a fun little challenge! Thanks so much. So here I go!

8 Things I am Looking Forward to:

1. Summer Vacation and lazy days around the pool. Love the sun!
2. Date night with Romantic Hubby. Can't come soon enough..craving some quality time.
3. Taking the girls to see the Hannah Montana Movie. They are so excited about this flick.
4. Our next vacation to Florida. Maybe the next vacation will be in our very own vacation home. After 10 years of renting it may be time to buy! Fun!
5. BlueEyes next Gymnastics meet. She has been working so hard, I'm one proud Mama!
6. Buying some new summer clothes. Winter be gone.
7. Easter with the family~should provide some good blogging material!
8. Trip to Paris and London. Sigh. A girl can dream right?

8 Things I did Yesterday.

1. Fought with the TV..and won!
2. Drove BlueEyes to Gymnastics.
3. Made a yummy chicken dinner.
4. Got caught up on American Idol. Thank you tivo.
5. Browsed the MLS listings in Kissimme Florida.
6. Listened to SweetGirl practice her Piano.
7. Battled the clutter on my kitchen counter.
8. Snuck in a cuddle with both girls. :)

8 Things I wish I could do.

1. Magically lose 10 pounds.
2. Travel 3 or 4 times per year.
3. Get over my irrational fear of the dentist.
4. Find just 1 more hour in the day.
5. Protect my babies from the mean girls of the world.
6. Speak another language.
7. Write a book.
8. Take another photography class.

8 Shows I Watch

1. The Amazing Race
2. Lost (even though it has taken a weird turn)
3. The Big Bang
4. How I met your Mother
5. Desperate Housewives
6. Survivor
7. The Young and the Restless (yes I'm a cliche SAHM who watches a soap)
8. Greys Anatomy
-Wowie I watch too much TV!

8 People I Tag

Now I get to tag 8 people to play along! Please go check out these wonderful blogs:
1. Laura at Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy
2. Stacies Madness
3. Suz at Day by Day my life as a Busy Bee
4. Kimberly at Pretty Pink Momma
5. Next Door 2 My Ex
6. Lady Chrstie at A Sassy Mom's Chatter
7. Linda at VegasLindaLou
8. The Keeper of all Things

Hope you all have fun too!
MM

Thursday, April 9, 2009

From The Toy Aisle to Designer Duds?



A little something happened on our recent trip to Florida.

When did it happen, when did my little BlueEyes decide to make the jump from the Toy Section to the stores with the Designer Labels?

Shopping has taken a turn. I have created a monster.
"No Mom I don't want a toy". "A Mickey T-Shirt, that is so random." (her favorite word right now)

What she wanted...a pair of open toe Guess Wedges. Woman size 5. No other shoes would do. She pranced around the store like a new born fawn. A little wobbly, a lot proud.

My response. "Uhhh..I don't know. Where would you ever where those?"
Pushover Hubby's response. "Ahh, Sure Honey. If it will make you smile like that."

You've never seen a pre-teen so happy in her life.

What have we started.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Talking to me TV? I'm losing my mind.



When did running the TV get so complicated? I'm an intelligent woman. I'm University educated. I am woman. I can do anything! Yet when hubby goes away for a few days I end up having a one way conversation with the TV that goes something like this:

Blue screen? Why is there only a blue screen. Huh

Oh. Okay. Power, then TV, then Cable.

Satellite. What? Why did the Satellite come on?

Input what? Input 2 or 3? GRRR C'mon TV Just. Turn. On. I finally got the kids to bed and this is my "me" time and my show already started!

Ah HA! There is the picture. Wait..where in the $@*% is the sound? Take that and that and that and that. (wildly pressing buttons praying something will work)

Why do you HATE me?

Wait..Pause...Woo Hoo. I did it. I have picture and sound. Take that TV! I win.

*I am pathetic

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

In the Name of Love


Simply because I love them:

Today I:

*2:30am Walked Hubby to the door and kissed him goodbye so he could catch his flight to North Carolina for his Golf Trip. Told him to have a good time and meant it!

*7:45am Drove BlueEyes to Choir Practice. Came home, started coffee pot and convinced SweetGirl she was not too tired from our morning jaunt to go to school.

*8:50am Took SweetGirl to School (Okay so I kind of had to do that one)

*9:00am Shower, Laundry, Vaccum (ug), Work on Fundraiser for School, and yes read some lovely blogs :) Run!

*12:10pm Picked SweetGirl up from School on her lunch break and took her to Piano Lessons.

*1:30pm Took SweetGirl Back to School.

*2pm Ran around like a crazy women picking up groceries and two birthday gifts for upcoming parties. No...not a party I would be attending, the girls. Went to the bank. Grabbed much needed coffee.

*3:30pm Picked up both girls.

*4:15pm Allowed yet another play date for both BlueEyes and SweetGirl. (not one of those play dates from hell)

*6:00pm Caved and let the extra kids stay for dinner. Put on more coffee.

*6:00pm Made said dinner, fed all kids, sent extras home and squeezed in homework!

*7:30pm Did not yell or cry when my kids stomped and fussed because they had to have a shower when "we just had a shower like a day ago!"

*8:20pm Got the kids in bed. Sigh. I made it.

*8:30pm Put SweetGirl back in bed with her second glass of water and tucked her in.

Yep, this is it, living on caffeine and love, the best of life in the Suburbs. Already looking forward to tomorrow.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Is it IHOP or IHOC?


On our recent vacation we ventured off course, and my SweetGirl exercised her funny.

Instead of the usual trip to Denny's for what Hubby has fondly dubbed "Heart attack on a plate" (aka Bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausage, french toast and what ever else comes on that platter) We thought we try the much talked about IHOP. International House of Pancakes.
Arrived mid morning and the place was jammed! Was impressed because we were seated quite quickly and the friendly staff brought us our coffee and juice in a timely manner. That's where my accolades will have to stop. Place was full of screaming kids. Yes, this is Orlando, but I've never been in a restaurant where children are allowed to yell and run? A guy making balloon hats and animals seemed to add to the general state of chaos. We were on vacation so I decided I was going to just roll with it. Hummm. Then the food arrived. Cold pancakes, raw french toast, runny eggs, rubber sausage, melty whip cream...ugg. Apparently we had made a mistake. Should have stuck with Denny's. With disappointment, we decided just to pay the bill and scat. We are not complainers, and our server looked like she was having a much more difficult day then we were. Stopped at the Dunkin Donuts on the way back to our rental house. It's tough to mess up a chocolate donut.
Back on the road and SweetGirl says to us.
"Mom, Why isn't that place called I.H.O.C.? "
"Pardon me Ihawk" I mumble with a mouthful of delicious chocolate baked goodness.
"You know? International House of Crap"

Oh My! Donut..meet windshield.
Hubby and I couldn't help but laugh.
Out of the mouths of babes?

Sunday, April 5, 2009

My First Award

Wowie!
Thanks so much to Veronica

OF MICE AND raMEN

for my very first award! Veronica has a very unique site with some of the most amazing pictures you will ever see. She really finds some amazing stuff.



The rules for me!

1. Leave a comment or an email for your favorite blogger telling them that you are a fan of the site.
2. Feel free to snag the image code (at Sited and Blogged) either present to your blog friend or post on your site when it is awarded to you.
3. When you receive more than one fan, put the number of fans you have received under the image.
4. The more fans you receive the better!

Now I have the honour of selecting my favorite blog, and passing the rules on to them. I have discovered so many that I love to read every single day! My selection for this award will have to go to....Susan at:

Life is Too Short Not to Share
http://lifeistooshortnottoshare.blogspot.com/

Susan is an incredibly funny woman and was the first brave soul to start following me! Love her for that. I truly enjoy every comment from her and every other blogger. Go on over there and show her some love!

Happy Days!
ModernMom
PS If someone wants to tell me how on earth to link these lovely ladies blogs to mine I'll gladly take your instruction. I have failed three times! UG. I need a blogging book for dummies!

Friday, April 3, 2009

Defeated by Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough


That new scale is mocking me.

Drank my 8 glasses of water today. Actually, more like 10.

Have been eating like a women getting ready for the red carpet.

Choose the stairs over the elevator.

Hit the treadmill.

Today I picked up that cookie dough and muffin mix I ordered months ago for the girls school fundraiser.

It called to me. Bake me! Bake me!

I baked it.

I ate it.

Laugh away scale.

Defeated by the Chocolate Chip Cookie.

The Name Game

 
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I jumped into this bloggy world head first. I knew I wanted to write about my life here in the Suburbs. Perhaps document some of the crazy happenings, occasionaly note my disgust, and share my joy. My biggest hopes, to get my creative juices flowing and carve out some time just for me!
I was so enthusiastic I quickly "designed" my page and started writing. I really didn't have a clue what I was doing, just stumbling along.
It's been a couple of months now and I have to say I am now a blog addict! I love to read read read those blogs, and get a thrill from each comment and each new follower! Who new anyone would ever follow me! Wow!
I now realize I have missed a very important step. I do believe it is time to come up with some more permanent type ..cutesy and descriptive...names for those who I dare share about in print. What to call all of these important people in my life that I so often reference?

Let's start with Hubby. I think he shall just remain Hubby. This moniker can be added to as needed. For example. That Clueless Hubby, my Sweet Hubby, Darling Hubby, Frustrating Hubby of mine, or maybe that should say Frustrated Hubby! Squishy Hubby, Adorable Hubby, Love of my Life Hubby. Yes, I think Hubby will suffice.

I also have two darling daughters. Much too generic.

Darling daughter # 1 (10 year old going on 16): Options would include.
CheerGirl (already in use by I blogger I love to read), GymGirl, AthleticOne, SassyChild, Brainiac, GiftedGirl, TeenBaby, or BabyTeen, SocialButterfly,or even DaddysGirl. The problem, I don't think any of these come close to summing her up. I think I shall dub her BlueEyes for a while and see how that goes. Form the moment this child was born people have remarked on her unbelievable blue eyes and dark brown hair. Yes, BlueEyes it is.

Darling Daughter #2 (7 year old, quiet fashionista) options would include:
SweetGirl, QuietOne, ThinkingChild, Blondie, LittleOne, Boo, DancerGirl, SwimmerGirl, SunSeeker, GroovyGirl, Giggles, or even SarcasticOne. Again, impossible to sum up in one little word, but I think the most obvious choice for my youngest is the first. Darling Daughter number two shall be called SweetOne.

Hubby, BlueEyes and SweetGirl.

Better not forget Chips the fish and Shadow the faithful Black Lab.
Ahh. That feels better. Let the blogging begin.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Being a Mother

Thought I would share some love from my inbox...


BEING A MOTHER...

After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out
to dinner and a movie.
She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would
love to spend some time with you.'
* * *
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has
been alone for 20 years, but the demands of my work and my two boys had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
* * *
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
* * *
'What's wrong, aren't you well,' she asked?
* * *
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a
surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
* * *
'I thought it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.'
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much.'
* * *
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.
When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be
nervous about our date.
She waited in the door. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress
that she had worn to celebrate her last
birthday on November 19th.
* * *
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said,
as she got into that new white van.
'They can't wait to hear about our date'.
* * *
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy.
My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady After we sat down,
I had to read the menu.
Her eyes could only read large print.
Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there
staring at me.
A nostalgic smile was on her lips 'It was I who used to have to read the
menu when you were small,' she said.
'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favour,' I responded.
* * *
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each others life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.
* * *
As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again,
but only if you let me invite you.'
I agreed.
* * *
'How was your dinner date ?' asked my wife when I got home.'Very nice.
Much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.
* * *
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened
so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.
* * *
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two
plates - one for you and the other for your wife.You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.'
* * *
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: '
I LOVE YOU' and to give our loved
ones the time that they deserve.
Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time.'
* * *
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby....
somebody
doesn't know that once you're a mother,
'normal' is history.
* * *
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct .
somebody
never took a three-year-old shopping.
* * *
Somebody said being a mother is boring .
somebody
never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a 'good' mother,
your child will 'turn out good'....
somebody
thinks a child comes with
directions and a guarantee.
* * *
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother....
somebody
never helped a fourth grader
with his math.
* * *
Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first .... somebody
doesn't have two children.
* * *
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labour and delivery....
somebody
never watched her 'baby' get on the bus
for the first day of kindergarten ....
or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'
* * *
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married....
somebody
doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.
* * *
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home....
somebody
never had grandchildren.
* * *
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her....
somebody
isn't a mother.

Pass this along to all the 'mothers' in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in your life while you have them....no
matter who that person is...

Author Unknown

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

New Scale Says What?


Okay. So we just got back from a great family vacation. Pretty much ate anything we wanted without so much as a second thought. Enjoyed plenty of take-out and tried lots of new restaurants.
Back home. Back to reality.
Hubby and I have decided to try and get back in shape, or something close to it. The scales in our bathroom have never been extremely reliable so when I was out yesterday I picked up a nice new pretty one. I am a Modern Mom and I like to shop.
Read through the directions, (Yes, directions for a bathroom scale...I know I'm blonde, but I know how to stand on a scale) and stripped down.

New scales say WHAT??

It's worse then I thought. Old Unreliable had me a good 5 pounds lighter. Did you know that finding out you are 5 pounds heavier can change your mood for the entire day?

Should have stayed with old unreliable. Knowledge is not always power.