LIfe Update

Usually I try to give my kids a blog shoutout on their birthday.

This year I missed sharing Azure's birthday. That's because it took me all day to make her cake.

Well it didn't take all day, but I had to go to the grocery store and try to clean the (never finished) kitchen. We took her to laser tag that evening.

She loved laser tag, as do I, but Sammy was having none of it. He was not going to put on the vest and that was FINAL. Seriously, the kid could write his own book on stubborness.

In summary, Azure is now nine! Yikes, where does the time go? I'll have to take a decent pic of her to post later. For now here is a pic of her cake. She's a huge fan of dragons.

It's Prom!

Ode to Spring

Nose, constant dripping
Eyes, red, watery, itchy
Chest, tight and wheezing

Yes, spring has sprung!

Fat Girls Jog Too

Dear Exercise Gear Manufacturer,

We need to have a talk, you and I. I fear you are under the delusion that only skinny people exercise. Or maybe you come from another planet, a planet where a size ten is considered extra large.

On planet Earth, a ten is a medium. Perhaps you could size your exercise gear accordingly. If I can go to the store and buy a shirt and pants in extra-large that fit, I should be able to walk over to the exercise section and find an extra-large that fits. It should be that simple.

I don't want to order online or go to a specialty store. I don't want to pay fifty- dollars for something I'm going to sweat in and make stinky. Give me a bloody break. I might be fat but I'm not fifty-dollars worth of material fat.

Not only do I want pants that fit, please take my build into accord. My legs may be skinny but I have a three kid belly that would do the Pilsbury doughboy proud. No amount of crunches or miles logged per week will change my permanent "bump." So please don't design the pants to squeeze my belly like a boa constrictor bestowing the kiss of death. The pants need to gently hold me in while allowing me to breath. Breathing is very important when exercising, don't you think?

And your t-shirts could be cut a bit longer. They don't need to hang just above the belly. I'm not trying to impress anybody while I'm out exercising but I don't wish to make them double over with laughter either.

I am not the only cake-loving fat girl out there huffing and puffing along at the speed of a turtle with a broken leg. There are more like me. I'm quite sure of it.

If we could wear something cute while we are out there sweating, we would be most grateful. Who knows, you might even make some money. Imagine that!

Sincerely,
Carolyn (one fed up Mom)

Here's Your Sign

There is a vacant corner about half a mile from our house. Fruit vendors frequently set up camp there to sell their delicacies.

This is the first time I've been tempted to roll down my window and yell THANK YOU as I drove by though.









(If you didn't get my joke, take a better look at the sign.)