“My Grandmother is over eighty and still doesn’t need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle”. – Henny Youngman

Here’s the thing about this quote — > 1. It’s funny –> 2. It’s true —> 3. It’s totally where I’m headed.

Seriously, I’ve been up since 5:15 am, I’ve fed the baby, gone to Wal-Mart, gotten groceries, went to the storage locker, got the Christmas stuff, unloaded the groceries, changed diapers, changed the kids clothes, drew Cinderella, Jasmine, the Prince, Ariel, Sebastien, and Flounder for Morgan, ate breakfast at 11am, cleaned the apartment, put together a bag of stuff for Goodwill, sat on the phone for iTunes tech support, fed the baby, fed Morgan lunch, went to the bathroom (but haven’t showered or brushed my teeth), started prepping for dinner, looked for my camera which turned out to be in my parents car, and now I’m sitting down to write this because I’ve got to get it off my chest or I’m going to implode, which would be pretty interesting considering how much hair I’ve got tangled on the top of my head. Oh and did I mention that I had a slight hangover from the two margaritini’s that I had last night at Luna Maya (totally worth it).

There just isn’t enough of me to go around. There is the stuff that I want to get done, the stuff that I need to get done, and the stuff that will get done eventually. There are books that I want to read, websites I want to visit, exercise classes I want to take, stores I want to shop in, scrapbooks I want to finish, and naps that I long for. There aren’t enough hours in the day. I’ll confess it; sometimes I wish Craig would take the girls up to his parents house for a long, long, long week-end so I can get my stuff together. It might be a long time before they come home, but I think I’d manage.

Sometimes, I wish I could stop time like Hiro from “Heroes”. I would just sleep first, just sleep until I was so caught up, I couldn’t sleep any more. Then, I’d do the stuff I want to do and then take a nap. Then I’d do some more and take another nap. Do you see a pattern developing? I want to be able to make a cup of tea and drink it when it’s still hot, not when it’s mid-afternoon, so now instead of breakfast tea, it’s my iced tea.

*sigh* Of course, I do this to myself. Seriously, I like that my to-do list is so long because I feel like I’ve accomplished something by crossing stuff off. Twisted, I know. I read an article that that type of stress stresses you out more. Quelle Suprise!! I can’t seem to stop, though. The thought of putting off stuff makes me more wound up.

The two things that slow me down, though, are my best girls, Morgan and Coever (a.k.a Mo and Co). I have to slow down for them because I know I’ll turn around and they’ll be 18 and 16. Instead of stressing about early childhood development, I’ll be stressing about college visits, drivers license’s and prom. Suddenly, poopy diapers, potty training and drawing princess, after princess, after princess, after princess doesn’t seem so bad.

I’ve decided to update my wardrobe seeing as how I am really working on losing the baby weight and because, I’m actually tired of being asked if I’m the girls’ nanny instead of their mother. So, gone are the “Little Miss Trouble” tee-shirts, and gone are the Marvel Superhero tee-shirts. I’ve retired the “Afrodite”, the “Down with Brown”, the Superman “S” shirt — breaking up is hard to do, but I have to be honest with myself. I’m about to be 30 years old next year. I don’t need to dress like a tweenager.

—-> small digression —-> Tweenage girls are scary, Abercrombie & Fitch wearing, thong showing, fembots. I’m talking about the group of girls that are between 11 and 15 years old. Why are they elbowing me out of the way at Victoria’s Secret during the semi annual sale? Why are they yelling at their mother’s, “No! I already have that thong! GOD!” What is that all about? Why are they carrying Coach pocketbooks, iPhones, having breast augmentation and driving Infiniti’s and yet, they can’t carry on a conversation without inserting “like”, “um” and “y’know” between every other word. If I EVER catch Morgan or Coever going down that road, I’m going to make Joan Crawford look like Mary Poppins!

But back to what I was saying. I got this book called “The Pocket Stylist” and I’m really going to work on creating a more updated, classic look for myself. I’m even going to forgo wearing only black, brown, gray and white, and bring in some color. And the biggest step of all — I’m not going to look at the size of the clothes. If it fits well, numbers be damned. The whole project is like a New Year’s resolution except, this will last longer than my attempts to floss everyday (hey! that’s tough) and stuff like that.

So, my pearl of wisdom for today is from Ethel Barrymore, who said this, “You grow up the day you have your first real laugh — at yourself”. Take a look at that picture. I’m still laughing, but I’m trading in my toon-tastic threads for something more refined.

The author of this quote has so many good ones from which to choose. Lately, I have been having a lot of “shit or get off the pot moments” with regard to a number of things. This quote is more eloquent and gets to the heart of the matter.

“Decide that you want it more than you are afraid of it.“
— Bill Cosby (if I have to provide a link for more info. . . .tsk, tsk, tsk)

So far today has been pretty good. I went to the Y and worked out, we had playgroup, I got both girls down for naps at th

I’m sipping my cold tea from this morning and trying to figure out what I can have to eat that won’t totally wreck my points from WW. Curse you WW!! Everytime I start it, all I can think about is what I’d much rather be eating. I went to Dottie’s Weight Loss Zone and looked up PF Changs — ugh, what a disaster. Thank goodness it’s in VA Beach and not close by, otherwise there’d be big trouble. I’m committed to losing this weight though. I just heard from a friend about another SAHM who has two under two and has already lost her baby weight AND (this heifer!) somehow got rid of that post-baby pooch thingy. Seriously, my Christmas list this year includes lipo and a tummy tuck. I don’t care that it’s only been two months since Coever was born; poor self-esteem doesn’t take maternity leave. With that being said, I look to todays quote as a motivator to eat right, work out and just deal with it as best I can. I want it more than I’m afraid of it.

I also want a several white chocolate chunk and cranberry Mrs. Fields Cookies, a mercedes C230 Kompressor, about two inches more in height (you can just take that off of my hips), and a partridge in a pear tree, but one thing at a time. . .

So, I’m still working on this blog thing. The whole SAHM thing is really time consuming.

Here are 6 weird things/habits about me — little blog bites!

1. I never say “I love you” to my brother unless we are being sarcastic. I know it’s weird, but it’s something we just don’t do. I think it’s understood that we love eachother, that we’d take a bullet for one another. We just don’t verbalize it.

2. I’m getting tired of people mistaking me for being younger than I am. I mean, it was cool at first, but a while back, I went out with Craig to a bar and asked for a non-alcoholic beer. The waitress was like, “Oh, you’re not old enough to drink?” and I was like, “Oh, I’m plenty old enough, I’m just pregnant.”

3. Being a mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I’ve been through some shit.

4. I am my own worst critic, hands down. Guess that’s the Virgo in me.

5. I love my parents and the fact that they have been the best role model on how a strong marriage should be.

6. I have only one regret in life. It involves taking a voluntary withdraw from Bio 101 back in college. I would blame the professor for being a fuckin’ jackass, but I accept the responsibility. The thing is. . .who knows, had I stayed in that class, I might be an OB today.

So, on that note, here’s a quote to think on. . .
“Try to learn something about everything and everything about something.”.
— Thomas Huxley

I definitely think I have the first part of this quote down. That’s the story of my life, knowing just enough about everything to be able to impress and wow at dinner parties or kick ass in Jeopardy or even play “Random Fact of the Day” with folks. Still in all, I would really like to be more well versed on something. I just have to figure out what that something is.

Chew on this. . .

“Always do your best. Not even God can ask you to do anything more than that.
– Unknown

I have to give a big heap of thanks to Rachel for bringing me to FPC. I am so enjoying the new walk I am taking. Each day, I try to keep in mind that there is only one plan and doing my best is the only way to see it through.

So here I am. I didn’t think I would blogging after I joined/took a break/re-joined CrackSpace, and then had a baby, all while chasing my 2 year old. Still, my sister-friends have been telling me to get back on the horse. Besides, I miss keeping up with folks. Big thanks to Libby (I’m such a follower).

Still in Norfolk, still doing what I do as a SAHM. Only difference is that this time, and bebe #2 or La Dos, as she was affectionately called has arrived. Yikes, I have two girls. All this estrogen, Craig doesn’t stand a chance.

Overall, things are good — no complaints. I found this quote the other day and I think I need to make it my motto.

“Good judgment comes from experience, and often experience comes from bad judgment.”
— Rita Mae Brown , American writer and social actvist