Foto Friday

So technically it's Saturday...but this is what you get with an unemployed slacker.

Mother gave me a break tonight and took The Kid to the Tremont Turkey Festival. (See, around here we have festivals for turkeys, pumpkins, and cherries. They're all the same festival with all the same rides - and all the same toothless carnies. The only difference is the flavor of the fudge. And no....there's no way I'm trying the turkey fudge.)

Kiddo crashed on the couch with his typical nighttime attire: his snake, his lizard, his pink stuffed Amy (from Sonic the Hedgehog...and YES, he's totally gonna kill me for posting this!) and his face mask. This one says "Leave Me Alone". He can't sleep without it. Is it obvious yet that I'm raising a metrosexual?

Writing a Letter to My 20-something Self

Hey Rags-

Go to class. I know you hate the professors and are really just there for the party but please...go to class. And don't worry about finding your future husband while in college because you'll meet a host of successful guys in the workplace (and btw, it's okay to date that guy Tim in college...even though he's prematurely balding, it doesn't mean you have to marry him.)

Don't sweat the "major" decision too much - just get a degree. And most importantly...ENJOY YOUR LIFE. Stop thinking so much!!! Don't get too serious as you'll have your whole adult life for that.

Stop stressing over your body. You look good...embrace your butt cause you'll lose it in your late twenties. :)

One last piece of advice: STAY IN FLORIDA. I don't care how homesick you get...don't move back home. You'll feel good for a few weeks and then spend years regretting it.

Oh! And HAVE FUN! Life will work itself out so just enjoy the moment.

Good luck!

Foto Friday

The Kid has been begging me to let him do something radical with his hair. I figured hey, it's summer. Why not? He tried to grow it long...but he has thick wavy hair so it just grew fluffy. Then we tried to straighten it...and he resembled Ernie from Sesame Street. His hair was so bad...I BEGGED him to let me take him to get his hair cut. And he agreed.

On one condition.

I call this "Blue Thinker".

Thinking That.....

Mormon Jesus is a lot hotter than the Lutheran Jesus I grew up with.

Guess that's their reward for forsaking caffeine.

Foto Friday

The Kid ordered root beer.

"Look Mommy....it looks like beer! I'm drinking beer! Take a picture of me drinking beer!!!!"

I AM SO SCREWED.

Change

Today I received a "Save The Date" for a childhood friend's wedding. I'm so happy for her and can't wait for the event! Then a few hours later, I was told that one of my friends from college - who has a darling little boy - was expecting a little girl. I'm so excited for her!!! And then it hit me.

My life is boring. And I don't mean boring...I mean B.O.R.I.N.G. Is it because I'm not getting married or having a baby? (And can I just say thank GOD I'm not having a baby!!!!) I'm not sure. Perhaps it's because I've been out of work for 15 months. Holy crap. I just realized that it's been 15 months! Doesn't seem that long. Maybe it was the naps that made it pass quickly...

So for the past 15 months I have been a stay-at-home mom (which is definitely a HUGE task, stay-at-home mommies!) but I'm used to trying to raise a child and maintain a house while working long hours. I have literally spent the last 15 months ON MY ASS.

Well, I guess now is a good time to have this epiphany. Summer is just beginning so I can take The Kid and do ANYTHING. ANYWHERE. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!

And I'm still sitting on my ass.

That's it. Starting tomorrow, I'm making a plan. We're doing something. Anything. I need a change. I WILL MAKE CHANGE HAPPEN. Yay!!!!!!!!

(But please God....just don't let me get pregnant. I can't handle that kind of change....)

Foto Friday

My child regularly tries to talk me into buying the crap peddled on infomercials.

The Kid: "But Mom, our cat NEEDS the EmeryCat board to groom her claws while she plays!"

Me: "No, she doesn't. That's what our couch and curtains are for."

So it was no surprise to me that he spent the better part of a year trying to sell me on the "Snuggie".

The Kid: "But Mom, it's the blanket with sleeves! I can stay cozy and warm at sporting events!"

Me: "Because you DO go to a lot of outdoor sporting events, huh???" (end sarcasm)

I stood my ground well and avoided having the Snuggie keep my arms and feet warm. Until Christmas. That's when Mother bought The Kid a Snuggie.

Whatever. But I am DRAWING THE LINE with the Shake Weight.