Motherhood

This weekend I went to a baby shower and the things the girls were talking about really really frightened me. Butt paste? Breast pads? WTF happens to your body????

Don't get me wrong, I love children. But after the shower, I really got to thinking...what happens when I really am a grown up and have a family, have children, and have a home of my own?!?!?? I need answers, answers, answers!!!

After pondering these thoughts, I thought about the one and only Duggar family. Is it really necessary to have 32 children?

Mrs. Duggar, you found it appropriate to have 37 children? (Yes, I know it was 32 in the last paragraph, but they reproduce at a rapid rate...we may now be at 40)

Can you imagine being a teacher and having 25 students and come home to a house full of 37 of your children, and all with names that begin with "J"?  Give me a break.

Josh, James, Jana, John-David, Jill, Jessa, Jinger, Joseph, Josiah, Joy-Anna, Jedidiah, Jeremiah, Jason, James, Justin, Jackson, Johannah, Jennifer, Jordyn, Josie, Jim-Bob, Michele there are more ways to earn fame. Leave your mothers' uterus out of it!!!!

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Golden Years

Good evening all  followers anyone who stumbled upon this blog.

For those who thought I retired from the blogging world, I just wanted to let you know..I'm still kickin'!!!

Did you know that I had all of last week off? Did you also happen to notice the lack of productivity I produced throughout my week off?

I can't say I didn't do anything, because that's far from the truth. I did however spend a decent amount of time with this fox...

My Gram recently had surgery on her back, so I tried to keep her company as much as I could. While watching her recooperate from her surgery, I was again reminded of how much I DO NOT want to get old. No offense to my Grandmother or anyone over 30 for that matter (I kid).

Besides being feisty and a fox, this lady is full of wisdom. She told me that the whole idea of The Golden Years was a crock of you know what. She said that the only thing golden about her older years was her "urine" (which for the record can probably be resolved by consuming more water).

Any who, although this surgery has gotten my Gram off her feet, I am happy to say that she is getting back to her normal self. She also inspired me to live it up!

So, besides visiting with Lou this past week, I also caught up with friends and made time for myself!

Pictures of my week off? Of course I didn't snap a single photo, but please insert my face in these pictures. A little imagination never killed anyone...

Parental Advisery is Advised....

I have to be honest, and must confess that believing in the Easter Bunny was very difficult for me as a child. No offense to my parents, because they did a great job with every holiday. They made sure to include all the special details and gave my brother, sister, and me anything that allowed us to have a wonderful childhood. Cripes, I believed in Santa Claus up until 6th grade!

BUT, that Peter Cotton Tail never made any sense to me.

When I have children I am not ever sure of the correct story to give them! Where does this bunny live? How does he travel, and in what time frame? How does he carry all those baskets? How big is this bunny? The questions are endless.

Sure, Santa has elves, lives in the North Pole, travels by sleigh pulled by 8 reindeer (or is it 9?), loves milk and cookies, and has a magical bag that holds a gazillion presents. Duh, I know all this.

You know those "Easter Bunnies" at the mall? Is that the actual size of THE Easter Bunny? If so, holy hell-- that could be scary.

Don't get me wrong, I do not want to be known as the Scrooge of Easter, but I hope I have enough time to figure this thing out before I have children in 8 years.

Happy Easter!!!!

Wishing everyone a happy holiday, enjoy time with your family and loved ones!