eatthefrostingfirst

Dear beautiful skinny ladies, I realize I looked completely disheveled. I had been walking out in the heat since early morning and my feet hurt and was getting a bit hangry. However, your little boutique looked so cute I wanted to stop in and see what you had. I don’t appreciate pushy salespeople but to look my way would’ve been a nice gesture. I clearly was not as trendy as you three, nor a size 2, nor was my makeup impeccable. It’s true that I looked like I walked out of a war zone. That being said- PRETTY WOMAN girls! Julia -the hooker with lots of cash to spend and she didn’t get even a friendly hello. I could have been Julia! You don’t know… I knew better. Believe me I wasn’t about to ask to try on the little dress you were holding that was “fab” as you said but remember- girl power women support women. DH told me that I wouldn’t want to support a business like that anyway. And I gave him a smooch and thanked him for loving my non size 2 sweaty ass body and thought to myself THIS...

Dear Oldest I know people say “don’t blink” or “time flies” but I just want to say holy crap- we are here! You are amazing. Your life started out 3 months early and you were a 2lb 9oz peanut with so much determination in your tiny pinky - you were destined to be a fighter. And you were. And you are. It hasn’t been a smooth paved road by any means. Therapies replaced little league. Drs appointments often overtook after school hang outs. You didn’t complain (honestly it’s all you ever knew).   But this is what I want to say; Life doesn’t go according to plan. Have dreams, seek out passions, but have a plan b. And maybe even a c. Don’t listen to anyone who says you can’t. Try. You may fail. Try again. If you want. Or don’t and move on. This is your time to explore. This is your time to test new waters. (Also, be careful of new waters and keep your Mom in the back of your head telling you to trust your gut and make good choices) You are bound to make poor ones so don’t beat yourself up...

 Hey y’all I’m moving. Not really. Maybe. In years to come. But if/when I do it’s to Charleston. I want to be able to say y’all on a daily basis and be called m’am by 16 year olds serving me gelato.  I’d have to get used to eating collard greens however which - yuck. Everyone talks about the food but my pallet is not too southern and oysters also  ain’t my thing.  The colors, architecture, and history are reason alone to visit (and the biscuits).  Oh and did I forget to mention my hotel serves daily cocktail hour and nightly milk and cookies?! For those waiting with baited breath, I managed the flight without too much anxiety and the rain has been tolerable. (Who wants to be in a bathing suit on the beach anyway after biscuits?!) This trip is to celebrate our 20th anniversary -9 months later- (thanks covid) so the time away has been a treat.  Because, you know, we haven’t spent enough time together the last 18 months! 😉 Love you honey!

  Dear beautiful skinny ladies, I realize I looked completely disheveled. I had been walking and out in the heat since early morning and my feet hurt and was getting a bit hangry. However, your little boutique looked so cute I wanted to stop in and see what you had. I don’t appreciate pushy salespeople but to look my way would’ve been a nice gesture. I clearly was not as trendy as you three, nor a size 2, nor was my makeup impeccable.  It’s true that I looked like I walked out of a war zone. That being said- PRETTY WOMAN girls! Julia as the hooker with lots of cash to spend and she didn’t get even a friendly hello.  I could have been Julia! You don’t know… I knew better. Believe me I wasn’t about to ask to try on the little dress you were holding that was “fab” as you said but remember-  girl power women support women. DH told me that I wouldn’t want to support a business like that anyway. And I gave him a smooch and thanked him for loving my non size 2 sweaty ass bo...

  I’m getting out of dodge. For a few days anyways. It feels great. And bizarre. Heading to Charleston and, of course with the luck that follows me, forecast says rain for 3 days straight. It’s our first time flying since April 2019. I didn’t even know what traffic would be like heading in to the city.  Are people actually in offices?  Apparently the answer is yes. Life has resumed- I just didn’t know it. I’ve stuck to driving places and have not left the northeast.  And certainly haven’t left my suburban life before the hour of 7am in quite sometime. There are lots of people out!  Airports have changed. Everyone is masked (accept the guy who was ordering at Dunkins. I gave him the benefit of the doubt thinking maybe he took it down so they could hear him place his order. Nope. No mask around his neck. Or chin. Or in his hands. Says hi to the pilots ordering. They say nothing. I certainly wasn’t about to get into it with him -altho I did search for security. Lik...

  My morning started off with my Fitbit thinking I did 250 steps while in reality, I was blow drying my hair.  Win?  I thought so.  Until I realized I’m now lying to my Fitbit and it put me in a whole new  level of low. Later I needed to do a few errands and was belting out 80s songs, as one does, alone in the car. I can’t sing. Like at all. But I love to sing. So I do.  And that’s my daily PSA. Do what you love even if you suck at it. And go crazy moving your arm around while drying your hair if you want to get your steps in . You’re welcome. 

Life with teenaged boys after first day of school: Mom: Hey honey! How was school? How were your classes? Were your friends at lunch the same time you were ? Any homework? Teenagers: Good. (While inhaling Oreos and climbing the stairs to their rooms where I won’t see them again until dinner)