Plastic

When I was super young – well, in my 20s at least – I vowed to never ever ever ever eeeevvveeeeerrr get plastic surgery or Botox or any of that crazy stuff. With my clear, firm, smooth, and glowing skin, why would I even consider it?

Well, now that I’m in my 30s, with a child, and a husband, and a mortgage, and a belly, and no sleep, and stress, and lines showing up, WELL, maybe the young me was a bit premature in my self-righteous judgment of women who did get those procedures done.

… Men on the other hand, I still judge them. Have you SEEN Kenny Rodgers lately?!

Anyway, since the bathroom is usually the one place in the house I can be alone (though, that is a bit of a stretch, as Monkey refuses to let me use it alone or with the door closed – ARGH!), I find that I stare at myself a lot in the mirror. Most times it’s because I don’t recognize the lady I’m looking at: I’m softer, chubbier, and older than I remember.

Hey! When did THAT happen?

I have to admit that on my really stressed out and tired days, I wonder what I would look like if I got a shot of Botox between my eyebrows or how easy it would be to have a doctor do a little lipo…

But then, I watched the video below, and decided getting some sleep and cutting out Nutella from my diet would probably be the safer (and least frightening) choice.

... I love my body, I love my body, I love my body, I love my body…






BTW: Thank you all for the warm Blogiversary wishes!

Things That Go Bump In The Night

I’m sitting here, minding my own ding dang business, when I here something like balls dropping on my wood floor. I look around to see where it’s coming from, and notice one of my dogs near the back door walking in a circle. “Hmmm, that’s pecul…”

HE’S TURDING ON MY FLOOR! HE’S TURDING ON MY FLOOOOOOOR!

The dog had to go so bad, he couldn’t even wait for me to look up and notice him at the door to let him out!

Which, ironically, brings me to a comment that I left this evening on my friend LZ’s blog, My Messy Paradise, regarding her feelings about dogs:



But don’t tell HABL. More than likely, he’ll hold me to my word, and I’m sure I’ll be singing another song when that dreadful day comes.

Oh. My. Gosh. It’s My Blogiversary?!

Happy Saturday friends! I don’t post on the weekends, but seeing as how I just realized it’s my BLOGIVERSARY (doing the happy dance), I just had to come post it from the mountain tops!

One whole year that this bloggidy blog has been on the internets! And one whole year of meeting fabulous people like you!

Aaaaaaahhhh!

Thanks for sticking by me, friends! You are the greatest!