Trading Places

I'm sure I am going to date myself with this, but remember that movie that came out in the early eighties "Trading Places" with Eddie Murphy and Dan Aykroyd? Just so we're clear, I was a very young child when it came out (well very young might be stretching it, but I was definitely young). Anyway, the story line was along the lines of two people from very different backgrounds having to trade lives. The rich successful man became broke while the jobless & homeless (?) man got to live the rich life.

My point to all this was not to reminisce about movies from the eighties (although that would probably be a great post...Back to the Future anyone... Roads? Where we’re going we won’t need roads...). Oh my, I am having a difficult time staying focused. For me to say “but I digress” right now would be like me saying Heidi Montag has had a little work done.

Let’s try this again. Has anyone ever considered who they might want to trade places with, assuming it was necessary for some reason? No, well then play my game with me...I’ll go first!

1. Kelly Ripa

Here are all the reasons why being Kelly Ripa wouldn’t be so bad...
-She lives in NYC. How fun would that be? I think lots of fun!
-She works for like an hour a day, and makes a ton of money.
-Part of her job description involves getting her hair and make-up
done professionally every moring. I would get on board for that
reason alone :)

2. Kristin Chenoweth

If I was this cute and could sing this good nothing would stop me! Also, I mentioned many posts ago that one of my dream jobs would be being on Broadway, and that’s where she is, literally, right now she’s doing a show on Broadway.


3. Julianne Hough

Just say Dancing with the Stars and I’m on board. I would trade places with one of the men to be on that show if necessary. Seriously, I love it. I’ve considered trying to sell out my family by pitching a reality show to TLC just so I could then move on to Dancing with the Stars. If only Chris hadn’t had that vasectomy & we could have like 10 or 12 more kids...oops, I’m sorry. Was that too much information?

4. Diane Sawyer

This woman is smart, sophisticated, successful, beautiful. Why wouldn’t you want to be Diane Sawyer?

Ok. Now it's your turn. Who would you trade places with?

I Grew Up a Little Bit Today

Before continuing with this post you must solemnly swear to not judge me too harshly, or to think too little of me after reading this (you can judge me, or think poorly of me, but find a better reason than this…I assure you I provide plenty on a daily basis). If you cannot make this vow, you must leave this blog immediately and not return until I post something less humiliating. “But isn’t she desperate for readers,” you may be asking yourself. No, the answer is no, I am not that desperate (I do quite enjoy knowing there is someone out there reading, but I don’t think I qualify as desperate just yet).

With that said here goes….

I cancelled my Myspace account today. That’s right. You read that correctly, I cancelled my Myspace account. At this point, you are either breaking your vow to not judge me too harshly, or you are utterly confused because you thought you had been reading a blog written by a grown woman, not a blog that was being written by a 13 year old girl. I understand your confusion, and I can help. Let me take you through this…

Several years ago (before facebook became the place to be) my sister in law had too much time on her hands, and she asked me if she could create a myspace page for me. I was uncertain at first, but I thought, “why not, I’ll get to see what all the fuss is about.” So she did, and I had one. It sat mostly untouched for a while, but as time went by I became more involved in my page; picking out a cute background, a funny quote, making slideshows, adding a few friends. Now, I don’t think, no, I’m sure, I wasn’t ever a hard-core myspace user, but I did have an account, and a page with all the trimmings. Is that hard for a 34-year-old mother of three to admit? Absolutely.

That’s all behind me now because I have officially cancelled my account. I can hold my head up high and know that I, a 34-year-old mother of 3 (one of which is about to be 13 by the way, which somehow makes this more embarrassing) do not have a myspace page.

Funny side note: When I was going through the cancellation process I had to pick a reason for why I wanted to cancel my account. “Way Too Old to be Doing This” wasn’t an option so I just checked the box “ Some Other Reason” and continued on my way to the land of self-respect.

Disclaimer: If you are reading this, and you consider yourself to be a responsible, respectable adult and you have a current Myspace account please do not think that I am judging you. If you love Myspace, then you should Myspace it up, get your Myspace on and be proud. It just wasn’t right for me anymore.

Brotherly Love

Brother 1: "I wish Brother 2 was still little, like when he was a baby. He was so cute when he was a baby. Now he's like this" (as he points to brother 2).

Brother 2: "Well you're ugly now, and you were ugly when you were little."

Now, I'm not saying I actually know these "brothers" but if I did I would have been laughing my head off as I listened to that exchange.

From the mouths of Babes

This is straight from the mouth of my seven year old(I wish there was some way you could have heard this with your own ears because there is no way the hilariousness of it will translate into print very well).

"Thank you Lord for this game, because I love playing it"

You may be thinking he was being flippant or offhanded when he was saying this but he wasn't. He said this with all the sincerity his little seven year old heart could muster. I just happened to hear him say it because it wasn't during a prayer, or directed to anyone else. He just wanted to tell the Lord how much he loved his DS game!

Let's all take a little time today to appreciate the small things in life that bring us joy :)

Hip Hip Hooray!

Summer is officially here, and this is how I know....

*I slept until 7 o'clock this morning.
*I have way too many piles of laundry in my floor, but I am excited because I know I can sit at home & do it all, rather than running out the door and promising myself that today I will do it when I get home (I always break that promise).
*It started raining when we were talking about going to the pool but once again I don't care because I know we'll be able to go to the pool tomorrow or the next day or the next day or the next day.....
*It's 12:30 p.m. and I'm still in my pajamas
*There are beach towels and bathing suits laying randomly around my house
*I've started noticing how pale my legs are
*Last but not least, we played and danced all morning instead of running around signing papers, making lunches, and looking for shoes...its summertime now, we don't even need shoes :)

Happy Summer everyone!! I hope you're all enjoying it as much as I am!

I'm Obviously a Liar with a Bad Memory

Does anyone else find it ironic that I wrote a blog titled The End of the Hiatus is Finally Here, wrote one other blog, and then didn't blog again for 9 months? Do two blogs really mark the end of a hiatus? Well, I will not tell such lies again today. I'll be honest & say that I may not blog again for another two years after this one pitiful little blog.

I'm actually only blogging now because a friend who is probably possibly the only person who even reads my blog, reminded me recently that I even have a blog. I had forgotten about it. You may be thinking, "She is obviously exaggerating, I doubt she actually forgot about it." Well, if that's what you were thinking, you're wrong.

I really did forget about it. I forgot about it to the point of having to go to my friend's blog to even get to my blog because I couldn't remember the url address (I really thought it was the name of the blog but apparently it's not). Then I could not, I repeat, could NOT remember my password. Why isn't it the same password I use for everything else, you may ask. Well the answer to that is, I have no idea. I guess that would be too easy, or maybe I was worried about some family member signing into my account, posing and blogging as me. But why would that have been a problem, because then at least my blog would have been put to use, and not just wasting cyberspace. Anyway, to make a short story even longer, I spent 10-15 minutes trying possible passwords, finally gave up, and just had to reset the password so that I could sign in.

That brings us to here. Me posting the actual potentially most boring blog anyone has ever posted. All of this to say I kind of miss blogging, and hopefully (I understand that you don't care either way) I'll do better.

On a side note, everyone else's blog that I looked at was super cute with tons of new blogs (which makes sense seeing as I haven't read any of them in 9 or so months). Maybe everyone can pass on some "keeping blogs current" secrets to me. Its obviously a problem I struggle with :)

Also, is anyone else as excited for summer as me? I can't wait. It's so close I can almost feel the suffocating humidity now...

How Old Am I?

There are some things that I know my family loves, but I just don’t ever buy them. Its not because I don’t want to make the people in my family happy, things just have to be “cost effective” for me to buy them (unless its something I want). An example of this is yummy, delicious pop-tarts. My kids & my husband love pop-tarts but I never buy them. Seriously, never. Now rewind to a few weeks ago.

I was feeling very stupid brave & I decided to take the kids to Costco with me because I needed to restock our snack supply (the bottomless pits have been eating us out of house & home this summer). It actually wasn’t too bad (I mean people who have been tortured to give up top secret information have endured worse). We were navigating our way down the cereal isle & that’s when it happened. You guessed it…one of the kids spotted pop-tarts, the yummy, delicious treat that mom never, ever buys. Well, because I was feeling tired generous & because I would be buying in bulk (so they would be more “cost effective”) I told them we could get some. Now fast forward to today.

The last of our pop-tarts have been eaten, they’re all gone, the last pack has been toasted and washed down with a cold glass of milk….and I’m sad about it. As it turns out I too love yummy delicious pop-tarts. I keep telling myself that it’s for the best that they're gone. They’re certainly not the healthiest breakfast I’ve ever offered my family. After all I’m a grown woman not a 5 year old. I don’t need pop-tarts, but unfortunately it looks like I am really going to miss them.