Gaga For Lulu

Do you ever feel like you blink and it is freakin’ Friday again? Seriously? Where the hell does the week go? Ugh, I just want to catch my breath. Okay, I will stop my bitching, I feel better already just having said that!

Once again, I feel as if I have been a no good blogger. I have definitely lost my mojo for Gaga this week and my zest for surfing around all my fave blogs. You know who you are! I have been an absent presence over the last week.

But not to worry. You were not just another notch on my keyboard, haha. I miss all that is going on in your crazy lives and am going to make time this weekend to catch up. You know it’s bad when The Big Guy knows more about the happenings of my fellow bloggers lives than I do.

Yeah, he loves reading your thoughts. It is a secret though, just between you and me, hee hee!

I am starting to get this whole b5 media Channel Editor thing down and have found my groove with my new A Hearty Life Blog. And I never have trouble writing about diabetes on Diabetes Notes. After all, I could always just reflect on myself, and don’t all women love to talk about themselves?

So, bottom line, I can now spend some time focusing on Gaga again and all your wonderful stories, gripes, bitches and tales. After all, ya’all make me feel normalcy and a sense of belonging. And isn’t that what blogging is about anyway? A passion with community!

So, you wanna know how old I am? Let’s just say that on Saturday night, while at the beach with my 2 good friends from college, we hunted down a Denny’s in the pouring down rain to chow down on some freakin’ pancakes! Uh huh, thats right! Cinco de Mayo and we were living it up with all the 80 and over crowd in OC, Maryland. But damn, were those pancakes good.

The weekend was soooo nice though. I got to hang out with 2 great friends and eat, eat, eat all the relaxing weekend long. Saturday was sunny and 75, perfect for reading and catching some sun on the sandy beach. Just the sound of the waves make you relax immediately.

We had a blast watching all the youngins’, that used to be us, frolic on the beach with each other. I am so glad I don’t have to push out the ol’ taters, suck in the gut and swish the ol’ junk in the trunk anymore. Nope none of that, but we did have a contest to see who’s stretch marks were the worst and who’s belly skin would hang down the farthest when bent over. Yeah, we are so HOT!

In our defense, we did have drinks at lunch and on Saturday afternoon, along with our Candy Kitchen purchase and Combos. Yummmmm! Then of course the whole Denny’s experience. That was the 3rd place we stopped to find our beloved round, buttery, sweet, lil’ pieces of heaven. And of course, Willy had her Razzzaaadanngoooo! (That would be Sprite, mango and raspberry juice)

And we were asleep by…..10:30. Molls snored all night, but I guess I will forgive her. She does have a 2 month old and is very sleep deprived! And we wrapped up the weekend with more food and shopping at the outlets. Very relaxing. It was a nice early Mother’s Day gift.

I must say we are married to some good men! They took care of 7 kids between the 3 of them and didn’t bother us 1 time with any complaints, questions or any others. They just said, “have a good time, enjoy yourselves, I love you and the kids are fine”. Not every man would do that. I know, I totally appreciate The Big Guy for being an awesome daddy and very giving hubby!

And he is kinda cute to top it off. Uh oh, I hear some bow chicka bow bow music playing in my crazy ass head. Oh hell, I am so easily swayed, how pitiful! LOL.

Quotes from my ever so loving, honest to the bone, snot nosed lil’ones, better known as The Tribe…

“The helper at school, helped me tie my dress. She is skinny and soooo pretty, not like you…you are chunky, kinda more fat than her.”

“Why aren’t you pretty like Aunt Jessa. I want to look like her when I grow up!”

“Did you used to be smart when you were younger?”

“Daddeee is sooooo much more funner than you, he lets us watch loud movies and eat pizza. You are, like, a little boring.”

“It’s soooo gross that we came out your ghina, it is so nasty and stuff.”

And finally, the big wiener today…

“I wish Mom Mom was our mommy!”

Oh, that last one got me right in the freakin’ gut. M3 was referring to my mother in law, little shit! You know how that goes though, she lets them do whatever the hell they want. I guess I would prefer total whatever the shit I want over rules too. But honestly, couldn’t she have picked someone else. Sweet mother of pearl!

Ugh, I can’t win! But my job is to make sure that those little brats learn to listen well, be respectful and have some type of morals and social graces.

Now, I must run because my youngest feminine angel is wrestling my eldest on the front lawn, screaming at the top of her lungs. Lil’ booger head!!!!

Well ya’all, I am off to the beach for the weekend. Just me and my friend. I have known her for 13 years, lived with her in college. She played LAX also. She has 2 little ones and is just as super syked as I to get out of here for a few days.
That’s right! No kids or hubby. While I will miss them dearly, I am looking forward to some me time, doesn’t happen all the time, you know?

The Big Guy will hold down the homefront. Believe me, he can totally handle it. Being married to a nurse, he is used to the all nighters by himself and plenty of weekends on his own. And the girls are all in to him right now. Mommy who? “Daddeee rocks!!” At least thats what they say.

Wish him luck and me some good ol’ fashioned quiet time. Yee ha! Sand and sun, here I come.

Don’t worry, I packed the SPF 45 for my pasty white ass. Yeah, I’m just plain out scary lookin’ right now. LOL!

Picture it……………..

Bridal shop looking for bridesmaid dresses for BFF wedding.

The babe, 2, M3, almost 5, Chubs, 3, and Tiny, 1….and Mommy.

Dresses everywhere.

One kid with pants pulled down and “ghina” showing, screaming, “mommee, I godda peeeee”!

One kid peaking under dressing stall, perv, haha.

One kid rolling around, yelling, “yeyyow, yeyyyooowww”! (the name of is elephant toy that was in car)

And finally one kid who was commenting on the dresses and model in them, “mommy, that dress won’t close in the back, your too big for it, why don’t you have underwear on, look at your purple bra. Oh mommy, you wish you could be a princess like me, don’t you”?

You know what, you little…. “first, I couldn’t find clean undies quick enough this AM, so I went commando, second the dress I am trying on is a size 8, standard model size, my ass, and third, I was a damn princess about 8 years ago when I married your father and before I popped 3 kids out of my crouch in 3 years. So there”!!

No, I didn’t really say that out loud to my daughter, but I wanted to. I just said, “lower your voice, shhh, the whole world doesn’t need to know my business, now hush on up, pleeeaasse”! (with my teeth gritted and a smile on my face)

Oh the fun life we lead!