Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Another Dirty Confession

I hate to admit this, but maybe if I do, I'll do something about it.

My daughter hasn't had swim lessons.

And she's two.

I feel so guilty about this. I mean, I live in FLORIDA! I'm surrounded by water everywhere you look. My father was a fire chief, he taught me how to swim, he's told me what happens when kids don't know how to swim.

And here I am, with a daughter that loves water to no ends.

I plan on making amends and thankfully my favorite magazine, Playground Magazine, has an amazing feature in this month's edition called, "Summer Swim Lesson Guide."

It has tons of resources on where to get swim lessons for the Roo and it's so convenient to have it because now I don't have the excuse that I didn't have time to google. It's all on one page and now it's marked up with my notes, so I can rock and roll.

If you live in the Central Florida area and are a bad Mommy like me, check out this month's issue and sign up with me.

Thank you Playground!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Gone Away

Today we laid my grandpa to rest and I was nothing but a huge bundle of tears.

But afterwards as we all gathered at the Barn to eat and remember, it was a soothing balm to my soul. To know that so many people loved and cared for him helped make this tragedy easier. To have friends to laugh with and tell stories of horses with their ears sticking out and the "Indian Dance" made tears of sorrow turn to tears of laughter.

Maybe now that the dust has cleared we can try to recover fully.

Maybe now we can figure out how to live our lives without him.


Thursday, March 26, 2009

In Remembrance

I don't remember when I started calling Grandpa, "Grandpa." I think one day I called him it and it just came out. Everyone called him "Grandpa," boarders, friends, strangers... everyone knew him and loved him.

I remember hanging out in his house skipping school with his grandson, and him taking us out to breakfast.

I also remember him backing into a car at McDonalds and him insisting he never hit it.

He used to buy me cigarettes before I was 18 and then bum them off of me when he ran out of his own Marlboro Lights.

I remember him swearing he'd dance at my wedding when I married his grandson.

I remember him losing the gas cap off of Aunt April's car. I remember him wearing the Mexican hat. I remember him gushing with love over the birth of my daughter. I remember the look in his eyes when she finally called him Grandpa and held his hand...

And now that he's passed, I'll remember him with a fierce love. I'll remember him just as he was, happy and full of spit-fire.

I'll be taking some time off to spend with family and remembering the great man that he was. Please understand my absence.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

MomSelect Rocks

Have you ever heard of MomSelect?

If you haven’t, go there NOW!

MomSelect is a program designed by BSM Media to help companies connect Moms with useful (and helpful) products.

BSM Media knows the power Moms and their mission is to “create a bridge between moms and brands.”

So when MomSelect sends me an email, I pay attention and it always pays off.

Today I got an email from them saying I’d won a family four pack to a local showing of Cirque du Soleil: Saltimbanco.

I must admit, I did the happy dance because I viewed Cirque’s La Nouba a few years back and have been in love ever since.

Saltimbanco is running a wide range of shows in the Florida area and I get to visit Lakeland on April 29th and take in the show with my family.

From Cirque du Soleil’s website: Saltimbanco is a Cirque du Soleil signature show inspired by the urban fabric of the metropolis and its colorful inhabitants. Decidedly baroque in its visual vocabulary, the show’s eclectic cast of characters draws spectators into a fanciful, dreamlike world, an imaginary city where diversity is a cause for hope.

You can join me by purchasing your own Family Four Pack at a special discounted price by visiting this site.

Thanks to MomSelect for this opportunity and I’ll do a post-show review on the 30th of April.

And the Winner is...

The winner of the Skin MD Natural Shielding Lotion Giveaway is:



Thank you everyone who participated!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Eight Sweet Years

Today Mr. Me and I celebrate our eighth year of marriage and we keep looking at one another and saying: Where the hell did time go?

That and: I think it's time to trade you in for a younger model.


When we married, we were young and people couldn't understand why. They all had their own opinions, one being that I had to be pregnant. Another was that we were making a huge mistake.

This is where I laugh in their faces.

While marriage isn't a piece of cake; it's full of hard times, bad times and embarrassing moments. But this marriage, my marriage, is worth every second of good and bad. My marriage to my best friend has evolved so much in the last eight years and significantly since the birth of our daughter. We're not the same people we were eight years ago, we're better.

We've grown separately as well as together.

We've learned so much together that we think we just might know what we're doing.


In eight years, we've traveled, we've experimented, we've become a family. A strong family that knows what's important.

I couldn't be more blessed and today I'm nothing but smiles.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I Can't Live Without You

My husband and I were having a conversation today and somehow we got on the topic of things we can't live without and it got me thinking.

So I decided to share what I can't live without.

1.Obviously, my daughter and my hubby.
2. My camera.
3. Super Big Gulps.
4. Warm, sunny Florida days.
5. The beach (complete with sand between my toes).
6. Books, including: Gone With the Wind, Twilight saga, anything by Jane Green or Sophie Kinsella and trashy romance novels.
7. My ipod, which is slapped full of DMB, Jack Johnson, the Beatles and Bob Marley.
8. Spongebob Squarepants.
9. Carbs
10. My running shoes.
11. My laptop, my journal and a handful of pens.
12. Bacon cheeseburgers with ketchup and mayo (YES, mayo!).
13. Gossip magazines like US Weekly.
14. My favorite coupon websites.
15. My bloggy friends that leave me lots of love.
16. Flip flops.
17. My polka dot dresses and stripper shoes.
18. My contacts (which without, I am BLIND as a bat).
19. Skin MD Natural Shielding Lotion
20. Laughter.

What can't you live without?

Friday, March 20, 2009

I've snapped... kinda.

I've done it twice now, and it's rather embarrassing.

I've been dealing with some family issues the past two days and it has my mind in a real emotional mess. I've been trying to deal with it and get past it so I can concentrate on what's going on in my life, but it's stuck in the back of my head.

Therefore, I'm cranky.

And it's draining my creativity like you wouldn't believe.

So the past two days when I've been working, my dear sweet two year old has approached me for some request and twice I've barked at her.

Yes, barked.

And I'm so ashamed of myself.

Why in the world would I, a grown adult who knows better, snarl at a two year old for wanting me to put on (and take off) her pink cowgirl boots?

Why in the world would I act this way?

I feel so guilty and so much like a horrible parent. I mean, I'm only writing. It's not something that I can't put off and finish later. I could stop and calmly grant her her requests (and with a smile), but I haven't.

I've been a mean, mean Mommy.

How mortifying!!!

I just want to rush over to her, apologize and smother her in kisses.

Maybe I will....

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Dear Roo (24 months)

You turned two last weekend and on the very moment you were born, you woke up from a dead sleep screaming.... just like you entered the world.

I know I say this to you all the time, but I can't believe how fast time has flown since you were born. Days just seem to morph into weeks and then into months.

With each passing day, you achieve newer and cooler tricks than the days before. You talk like crazy now, you run so fast, you can jump, you can dance. My little girl has grown up so much and I can't get a grip on my emotions. I look at you and I want to weep, weep sweet tears that I am blessed to have you in my life.

I wonder if it ever pass, that urge to hug you and cuddle you every time you smile at me. I hope it never does, but I'm sure by the time you reach 12, you'll swat me away and tell me I'm embarrassing you. But for now, I hold you as tightly as I want. I cover you in numerous kisses and I grab your tushy, because I'm the Mommy and until you say I can't do it anymore I will.

Your vocabulary is growing and you like to tell me you're "stuck" when you want out of your car seat. You also use the word "ants (!!!)" all the time when you want to be picked up. I love that I can understand you and you can tell me exactly what you want. Of course, have the time it's "cookies" you want, but I love hearing you say it (even if I don't always give in).

You're a very happy and healthy girl and we are so proud of every move you make. Never forget that we love you so very much.

M & D

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Skin MD Natural Review and Giveaway (!!)

Living on a farm, and perpetually refusing to wear anything but flip flops, can cause havoc on ones feet.

When I was approached by the makers of Skin MD Natural, I was a little hesitant because I’ve used all types of lotion to cure my rough heels with little success. But after checking out their website and read their jargon about their lotion, I accepted.

And boy, am I glad I did!

The very first time I applied Skin MD Natural’s Shielding Lotion, I fell in love. My feet were instantly transformed! I barely recognized them!

And the best thing about the Shielding Lotion, you can use it on your face, hands and body. So I started slathering it everywhere! Luckily, I was able to try out the Shielding Lotion with SPF 15 and with all the sun we’re getting now I haven’t had to worry about adding any addition SPF protection.

The Shielding Lotion is: “an entirely new concept in skin care requiring a new classification: "Shielding Lotion". A shielding lotion keeps moisture-robbing irritants away from the skin while the proprietary "super" humectants hydrate the skin throughout the day.”

Now that I’m hooked, I want you to be hooked to. The generous people at Skin MD Natural have given me a 4oz bottle of their fabulous Shielding Lotion with SPF 15 to giveaway to one of my lucky readers.

All you need to do to enter is leave me a comment on what body part you need to soften up.

Want extra entries?

You can follow me on Twitter, blog about this giveaway or become a devoted follower!

Giveaway ends on March 24, 2009 at midnight (Eastern Standard Time) and winners will be posted on March 25, 2009.

Good Luck!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

I Swear

My mother was in town this weekend and occasionally I would catch her eyeing my stomach.

Twice, yes twice, she reached out and touched my belly.

She was trying to verify her suspicions.

And I'm here to shout from the rooftops: I AM NOT PREGNANT!

I swear it!

That extra flab you spied is exactly what it is... fat.

I'm fat!

I've gained a few pounds since falling in love with the Super Big Gulp and fallen out of love with running.

I'm pretty sure she's shaking her head as she reads this, thinking I'm off my rocker. But I promise you, and swear on all that is holy: I. am. not. pregnant.

That is the last thing this family needs. :)

Besides, we just got use to the idea of being parents to a two year old. Could you imagine the choas another baby would throw into it?

I love you Mama and trust me, you'll be the second person to know the second we decide to expand this family.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Just in Time

Roo's fever has passed!!

Thanks to everyone for their comments, especially Mrs. G. I promise to keep you in the loop! :)

And it all is just in time.

Saturday we're throwing a big party for Miss Roo's 2nd birthday (which is Sunday). I've still have a million and one things to do for it too. I've got family coming in tomorrow, so I need to clean the house. I still need to hit the grocery store for some last minute items. I need to order balloons, bake the cakes (and decorate them like ladybugs!). Find all the party supplies I've bought in the last month, do laundry, pick up a thousand cheerios off the floor and find red shoes to go with my new polka dot dress.

Just looking at that list makes me tired.

Anyone want to do it all for me so I can sit here and play with my baby?

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Fever Returns

As you know, Roo was sick two weeks ago with a hell of a fever.

Today, my husband noticed that her forehead was hot and upon taking her temperature, noticed she had another fever.

It's not high as it was two weeks ago, but a fever is a fever.

And a worried parent is a worried parent.

The question we keep asking ourselves is: Why?

Why does she have a fever? Where did it come from?

It's not like we can ask her if she's sick. We can't ask her what's wrong. If we do, all she does is want her taggie or asks for an apple.

You definitely wouldn't think she was running a fever by looking at her.

But she is.

And we're worried... again.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Fling Me Baby!

Today is the Spring Fling courtesy of my favorite girls, SITS!

All day long there will be HUNDREDS (and I do mean hundreds) of giveaways.

Right now they have an amazing giveaway with Kiki & Lele where you can win a gift-certificate to their etsy shop.

I can predict that I will be online alllllll day, ignoring my husband in the process, to enter every single giveaway!

You should be too.


Monday, March 9, 2009

Dear Dang Ole' Ford

I know you've been around for years (32 to be exact). I know you've been through a lot. Many, many miles of pavement, mud and sand have not exactly been nice to you. You've hauled wood, groceries and babies, I get it that you're tired.

But know this, I love you and I need you to STOP LEAKING OIL!

I've done everything I can to treat you nice. I don't romp on your engine or demand the impossible of you. I just need you to return the favor and hang on for a few more weeks.

In retrospect, what is a few more weeks when you've been around for 32 years?

I promise if you stop spewing oil, my husband will stop beating on you with his wrenches. I promise to fill you up with 93 octane, wash you weekly and keep you as far away from the mud as I can get you.

Please, hang on, for me.

Your devoted daily driver (who will never give you up for a new Ford),

Sunday, March 8, 2009

The Cycle of Friendship

I have a friend that I've had for over ten years. We've gone through everything together. We've been room-mates, employees, partners in crime.

We've had as much ups as we have downs.

Right now, we're down.

For the stupidest reason.

And this happens at least once a year, maybe twice if we're lucky. Something, somewhere will happen and our dominant personalities (often referred to as stubbornness), will cause the world to slip off its axis and we hate each other for a few weeks before returning to our happy go-lucky relationship.

Apparently it's time for us to stop talking to one another.

Because of a truck.

A little background is that my friend is planning her wedding and she's "disappointed" because my husband sold his prized possession to purchase his truck instead of me buying my bridesmaids dress.

My husband and I have had a ROUGH two years. So when my husband asks if he can sell his most favorite thing to buy another most favorite thing, I think about all the stress and crap he's been through lately and I say yes.

I know that I need to purchase a bridesmaid dress and have arranged to pay for it by using layaway since I had some medical bills come up and diapers to purchase.

But my friend sees this as the biggest disappointment since the Titanic sank. Maybe because I didn't demand my husband buy my dress, instead allowing him to purchase a truck he's coveted since he was a child.

Maybe not?

I have no clue what the problem really is.

She won't talk to me.

She's ignored all my phone calls, all my texts, my emails. She's jumped to conclusions because of who knows. This blog post is probably hammering the last nail in the coffin, but I had to say something. I had to post this because it's eating away at me. This ridiculous fight is in the back of my head all day. It's distracting me from my work, my life, my everything.

And I should be used to this. I should know better than to give a fuck, because she doesn't.

She doesn't care to call and ask me what's up. She doesn't care to call me and tell me that she think I'm being stupid. She doesn't care to do any of this, not even call and question the health of her god-child.

She does nothing.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Friday, March 6, 2009

Where Did My Nap Go?

Nap time used to be such an easy chore for Roo and I.

After lunch we'd close the curtains, turn all the lights off, threaten anyone who made noise with violence and she'd drift off to sleep.

Lately, not so much.

Now we have the damn bird chirping away and a toddler that seems more interested in eating or destroying things to want to nap.

Today I've been chasing her for a nap for TWO HOURS!

I finally just gave up and currently she's reading Mr. Me's school books.

No nap means early (waaaayyyyyyyyyy early) bedtime. But by six o'clock, she's grumpy and cranky as all hell.

I'm just hoping that she hasn't gotten it in her head to quit naps all together. I love (!!) her two hour naps because it allows me to do all my writing, answer emails, read blogs and relax. Without those two hour windows where I get to actually get things done, what will I do?

Yes, I know I could get everything done when she goes to bed early, but who wants to work once the sun's gone down?

Yeah, not me.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Questioning Our Sanity

When I was a little girl I had a friend that had birds as pets. I thought it was fascinating and I admit, I was jealous.

Until one of the birds pooped on my hand.

That was the end of my fascination with birds.

Sure, I loved hanging birdhouses outside, watching them chirp about and do their birdie thing. But a bird as a pet?


Last night a friend of ours, who works for a pet store, called and said they had a finch that needed to be adopted, my husband took her up on it.

When it arrived, all cute in its cage, wings fluttering as it jumped all over the place, I admit it. I thought it was cute.

I didn't think much of it until today at nap time. When it was chirping, fluttering, chirping, jumping... chirping.

Every time the damn bird made a peep, Roo would stir and look around for her "birdie."

Every time Roo would get close to falling asleep, the bird would start chirping, fluttering, chirping, jumping and yes, chirping some more.

Finally, I managed to quiet the bird and quiet the Roo.

And now I'm questioning my husband's decision about this bird and having flashbacks about that bird pooping on me when I was a kid.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Men: Beware

(Robin, I think Adam can skip this post!)

The other day while out with a friends, the topic of periods came up. As we rolled our strollers through the mall, it was quite shocking to find out how alike our "monthlys" had become since having children.

Right on schedule. Painful. Full.

(I told you men to beware!)

Before having Roo, I was on the pill for years. So obviously, I was like a clock but I never had any of the mind-numbing, painful symptoms that went with it. I was blissfully unaware of how bad it could be hiding behind my pill.

After insurance costs became too much and after weaning, my "monthly" came back with full force, complete with every uncomfortable PMS symptom men have made fun of for years.

I felt like I was back in middle school and embarrassed about the whole scenario. Now, my husband and I are very open with one another, but I was blushing just thinking about complaining to him.

Thankfully, my friends were right on par with me and understood every word that was coming out of my mouth.

It was like sweet relief!

I wasn't alone!

Now, tell me... I'm not alone, right?


Tuesday, March 3, 2009


Today is a day of silence.

Hope you don't mind.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Simply Organic

When Beth of Role Mommy contacted me about doing a review for miYim toys an amazing organic toy company, I emailed her back faster than you can say molasses.

As you know I’m attempting to become green and what a perfect opportunity to introduce Roo to green living with cute earth-friendly toys.

Enter miYim.

miYim is an environmentally friendly company doing its part to save our planet. miYim’s statement is: “miYim aims to enrich the lives of today’s families by fostering the imaginations of children and celebrating the lifestyle of the eco-conscious home. miYim is more than just playthings – we aim to teach values and environmental responsibility, all while touching the hearts of children through imagination and whimsy.”

miYim offer a whole line of eco-friendly toys that are soft and plush. The toys are so enchanting that they will satisfy any baby (and parent!). All of their toys are made of certified and natural knit and cotton that come in a wide range of colors.

Roo tested out the miYim Baby Ben Plush Frog from the Fairytale Plush line. Baby Ben is super cute in his hemp overalls and the recycled packaging Baby Ben came in was so nice that I was kinda afraid to ruin it by opening him up! But miYim will be happy to know I’ve already recycled the packaging to be used as an arts and craft box.

Roo has already deemed a special spot in her toy chest for Baby Ben, this, of course, after she dragged him with her every where this morning.

Interested in Baby Ben? Check out the miYim website, this exclusive toy will be available to purchase later this spring.

Fresh Starts

First off, thank you to everyone who emailed me and left comments regarding Roo. Your concern really helped me get through this. :) You guys simply are amazing. :)

Boy, what a weekend.

We fought Roo's fever all weekend and finally, yesterday it broke. She just looked over at me and smiled, then everything was better. She was up, playing, ready to roll. :) After all those doctor visits, shots and tears.... Oh, there were TONS of tears.

Mine included.

I am so happy that she's better.

Saturday night she wouldn't drink anything so Mr. Me and I resorted to filling up a medicine syringe and forcing her to take water. She would barely eat as well.

I swear, nothing will rock your foundation more than having your baby so sick. You feel so helpless, so weak, so... deflated.

But alas, she is better!

We are breaking out of the cave today and getting out of this place. We need sunshine and lots of fun.