It's Always Something

The swine flu is the pig pandemic right now.  Everyone is going crazy over it and taking extra pre-cautions by wearing masks, washing their hands, covering their mouths and nose while coughing and sneezing.  By gawd even the president is appearing on national television reminding us to do so, keep sick kids home, and use something called a "sick day" at work if you have any symptoms of being... sick.  LOL. B* came down with the good ol' flu this weekend.  I started to wonder if she felt sick on Thursday because you can usually see it in her eyes; however she discounted it as being tired.  Sure enough she was down for the count by Saturday. By her request, we spent most of Saturday "cuddling" and nursing her back to health.  By Monday morning, according to B*, love had healed her. *big smile* By Tuesday morning, I was down for the count where I was then cuddled with and nursed back to health with love.  Who would have thought being sick would feel so good?

Personal white pizzas made with ricotta and Parmesan cheese. Chocolate chip cookies.

Now I was sitting waiting wishing That you believed in superstitions Then maybe you'd see the signs But Lord knows that this world is cruel And I ain't the Lord, No I'm just a fool Learning loving somebody don't make them love you. Must I always be waiting on you? Must I always be playing your fool?

Every couple of weeks or so I treat Bstarr and myself to a little pampering with mani/pedis.  Since I am responsible for passing down the big feet trait to her, I assume the responsibility of helping her take care of those things. Plus, these "girls-only" days will become a tradition we do together throughout the years.   Boys will come and go.  Friends will, too.  But one thing that will always remain the same is a girl's need for a good mani/pedi! (above: french for me) (hot pink for the Brookster)

B* and I welcomed another new addition to the family- Mary Jane.  She's a 1966 Volkswagen Beetle with a 1300 cc 6-Volt engine.  She's only had one owner and she is saweet!  (above: 92k original miles!) When we took Mary Jane to B*'s soccer practice, the coach thought it would be fun to see how many girls we could get inside.  All 9 girls on the team fit! LOL. I have been talking about getting a bug for over a year before I finally bit the bullet and purchased one.  Although she's in perfect condition right now, there are a few things custom things I will do to make her mine.  Then in 10 years, she will become B*'s.  For now I will be painting her a two-toned green and cream.  B* has decided that when Mary Jane is passed over to her, she will paint it two-toned cotton candy pink and white.  Seriously.  How is this my child?   In any case, when I drive Mary Jane I feel like SO good.  She makes me feel free.  Free of sterotypes.  Free of materialism.  Free of expectati...

Dear Manny, Thank you for taking the time to accompany us to New York.  I am glad that the trip coincided with your visit to the new Yankee Stadium.  Not only did you ensure that Brooklynn had an incredible time, but you also acted as our tour guide, concierge, and friend.  I wouldn't have been able to give Brooklynn this memorable experience without your help.   I have always been lucky to make some spectacular friends whether it be from school, athletics, parties, or work and I am glad to know that I can add you to that list.   Thank you, again.

Although we had set some aggressive plans for today, this morning I let Brooklynn sleep in.  It was our last day in New York and I had thought that our trip would seem longer if we took our time rather than rushing.  To my dismay, taking our time put a little wrench in our morning. Everyone seemed to be a little "off" as the day started a little bumpy as we made our way to the ferry. However, the turbulence didn't last long.  Once we realized the line to the Statue of Liberty was way too long, we made our way to Wall Street. The security to get into the New York Stick Exchange is rediculous. I thought it must be nice to work there, but it was brought to my attention that any job that requires THAT much security is too high profile and dangerous.  I'm fine with being low pro. =] While we ate lunch, we got an authentic Rescue Me show from the real firefighters of NYC.  A nearby building was on fire and 5 NYFD engines came to the rescue.  I swore I felt a little sick fro...