$$ Housewives Currency $$

A couple of months ago I went to my hairdresser and as many moms know, it is really hard to get some time in for yourself once the munchkins arrive. Well, the last time I probably went to her was like, last year. In any case, she was asking me why I didn't go as often and telling me that I had to make sure that I had some ME time because as a human, it's needed. I told her that I had personal issues and would feel guilty when I did things for myself with my husband's money. I know, what's his is mine, what's mine is his but that is something really hard for me to swallow because I've always had my own money that I earned. I'm just saying that it takes some getting used to. Anyway, my hairdresser then asked me if my husband and I slept in the same bed... Well, yes, of course we sleep in the same bed. This isn't, I love Lucy! Then she asked if my husband and I were ever intimate with one another and of course, being the prude I am I turned RED... Then she said, "Well! There you go! That's your job! When a woman stays at home, that's her currency, so you earned coming here!" I just about wanted to die! I was so humiliated! So, because I'm a housewife, I'm a hooker?! Am I just blind or is this the way it is? In any case, later that month I got a handbag from my husband that I had wanted for about a year... The question remains, did I use my currency or not? ;)

I really "felt" childbirth...

Okay, okay... You should know what I'm getting at here. I had a c-section with my first daughter and of course a repeat one with my second. It was not by choice, just something that had to happen but honestly, I really did not want to push a baby out of my vajayjay anyway. Nothing wrong with it, just didn't really interest me. Anyhow, I get very frazzled when women who choose to have natural childbirth and by natural I mean, no drugs, put down women who have pushed a baby out of themselves or had c-sections. What the eff?!?! How on earth is a natural childbirth better? Does it make you a better mother because you wanted to feel pain? Do you want a round of applause for opting NOT to take medications that were created by geniuses who may I add were added on this earth by God himself? I just don't get it... There are different options to childbirth and if someone wants to give birth while hugging a tree and listening to kumbaya, then so be it... It's just that I'm all about taking a tylenol when I have a headache.

P.S. Is that not the perfect picture or what?!?!

Super MANNY!

My friend brought me up to speed with this new term, Super Manny. Anyway, once we are all officially moved to Dallas, I have asked my husband to stay at home with the girls until we find a reliable care giver for them. My husband is so excited because he works such long hours that he hardly gets to see the girls at all, this will be his little way of squeezing all that missed time in. He asked me to find out all the details on homemade baby food, cloth diapers and wants recipe cards... I can't help but think that he has thought that I have been doing things the "easy" way! I did my research on cloth diapers for him and I have to say, they are pretty easy to use. Just like real diapers but just machine washable. They're pretty cute too! I also did my research on homemade baby food and so far it is just too much work for me when my friends at Gerber and Beechnut just have me simply open a jar! Personally, I have too much going on, I mean, when will I have the time to blog?! I cannot wait to see the tables turned. He swears that being a stay at home parent is the easiest job ever. I can't wait to see my Super Manny sweat >:)

They grow up so fast...

I promise not to get sentimental because it is just not in my nature but the saying is so true. My husband has been very sick for the past two days and he asked me to keep the midgets away from him just in case he is contagious. Last night, Sophia really wanted to hang out with her dad and watch television with him before she went to bed. Well, my husband passed out and just fell asleep and I heard Sophia singing to him over the monitor. She was singing, Castle on a Cloud which is a song from my favorite Broadway show, Les Miserables. I have been singing this song to her since she was born... I could not believe what I was hearing. I kept listening and then she got to the hook and said, "Cosette, I love you very much..." Of course, I cried! I mean, how couldn't I?! Even the tin man would have teared up! I had never heard her singing that song! I didn't even know that she knew the words... It is just amazing for me to see the development of a person in just two years. As adults, we see two years as nothing but looking at it through a development of a child makes you really appreciate every single day that just flies by.

Stilettos to Cowboy Boots

This New York born and bred girl is moving to Dallas! I KNOW! DALLAS! An opportunity with that cult I wrote about once came up that I just could not turn down. I know what you guys are thinking... What in the world is a girl that is a total New Yorker going to do in Dallas? Well, my plans are to take over "the big D" (that's what they call it) and give them a little taste of the big apple!
I just returned from getting everything settled over there and there were a couple of culture shocks... No, they don't all look like cowboys... No, they don't ride around in horses and no, they don't all have an accent. However, it was kind of weird to me to see more of the state flag flying high than the American flag... My next thought was, well, what does the New York state flag look like? I guess it is a little sad that I have no idea. The weather in Dallas is great, there are stores that are dedicated to sell Christian paraphernalia... I was a little shocked because I had never seen that before... Tons of awesome malls and tons of Wal-Marts which was also pretty cool for me to see... These Wal-Marts have grocery stores INSIDE! It is just insane! When we signed our lease, they found it very weird that my husband and I did not have the same last name. I was interrogated a little and finally just said, I am who I am... I am and always be me and do not feel that I should be stamped with my husband's last name to prove that I am his. That's just my opinion and I do not knock others who choose to take on their spouses last names, I mean, it makes it way easier when you are sending holiday cards :)! I am convinced that they think that I am either A)Not married or B)Gay and just using my husband as a beard...
Well, I'm excited and can't wait to take over "the big D"! Wish me luck! I promise to make you guys proud!

What do you mean, you don't understand?

My mother... My great mother... My mother says she has no idea why on earth I have so many handbags... Really mom? You have no idea why I don't just have ONE? Really? You do not understand why when you used to buy me tons of metal lunchboxes? I mean, I seriously had one for each day of the week. I had my Popples one that went with my Popples back back... My Punky Brewster one that of course went right along with my Punky Brewster boots and lets not forget My Little Pony and Rainbow Brite. Oh! Jem! I can't forget my Jem get up! I just can't believe that my mother, the same woman who spent a month with me searching for red patent leather mary janes because when I saw the Wizard of Oz, I HAD TO HAVE those red shoes does not understand why on earth I have so many handbags... I don't know mom... I guess it is a little addiction that just creeped up on me :)

Disturbing Cartoons

There is this extremely disturbing cartoon on the Noggin network where I always wonder, "Who the hell was sitting on that board meeting?" Just because, there is a certain character that looks like a penis with a really bad STD. Seriously, why didn't anyone else see it? I just think it is really sick. Then there is this other character that for some odd reason looks like what I think represents a "flower" (I really hope you caught my drift) So tell me, am I the sick one or does this cartoon seem just a little disturbing? Wouldn't you have said something during the creative process? I mean, seriously!