Friday’s confession…
I’m not Superwoman.
Gasp!
But that’s OK, ‘cause no one is.
Even though I dedicated a whole section in my book to dispelling the Superwoman – or Superwifey – myth sometimes I still need a reminder.
I, like most new millennium women, often try to do everything myself. The kids, work, homework, exercise, cleaning, cooking, laundry, more work, more kids stuff, the dog, Husband, deadlines and of course all of these things happen with me looking picture perfect in a cute, no, sexy outfit with flawless hair and make up, perfectly painted nails and a permanent smile plastered on my face.
Right.
I love my life and I’m truly thankful that I have all of these things to do. I’m even more thankful that they don’t have to be done all at the same time.
I had a wonderful work week. Ideas were flowing; writing was effortless so I naturally stayed in that zone. Which also means I naturally did not clean the house, take the dog to get her bath, organize my daughter’s closet and my toes are not painted.
At first I felt guilty for not knocking out my To Do list. Then I realized my To Do list had way too much "To Do" on it and I should celebrate all the things that I did do.
I like being productive. Multi-tasking – with in reason – is one of the best skills you can posses, but being Superwoman is overrated – and will eventually cause you to have a super break down.
How about you? Do you try and take on more than is humanly possible? Take off the red cape – and the pressure – and leave the superhero work to the superheroes.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
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Friday, January 23, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Guilty Pleasure
Friday’s confession…
I have been waiting all year for the new season of this…
Friday Night Lights
Yes, I’m a grown-ass woman. 37 years old. No, I've never lived in Texas, never even been to Texas, and my teenage years are long gone, but I still love this addictive show about a small town high school football program – and all the drama that goes with it.
I will be comfortably parked in front of my flat screen at 9 p.m. tonight; and I might even pop some popcorn.
Come on and confess…what guilty pleasure do you enjoy watching? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
I have been waiting all year for the new season of this…
Friday Night Lights
Yes, I’m a grown-ass woman. 37 years old. No, I've never lived in Texas, never even been to Texas, and my teenage years are long gone, but I still love this addictive show about a small town high school football program – and all the drama that goes with it.
I will be comfortably parked in front of my flat screen at 9 p.m. tonight; and I might even pop some popcorn.
Come on and confess…what guilty pleasure do you enjoy watching? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, January 9, 2009
The Power of the Jedi Mind
When I first started this blog I fell into the habit of writing Friday Confessions – posts where I would voluntarily tell on myself about something I probably shouldn’t have thought, said or did.
Don’t ask.
Looks like I’m at it again.
I Jedi mind-tricked the kids into using Target gift cards they got for Christmas to buy underwear for themselves.
I was folding clothes and saw firsthand that new underwear was in desperate need at Wifey’s House. Besides, Miles decided he wanted boxers anyway.
So, I saw the gift cards and excitedly told the kids…
“Ooh, look. Gift cards to Target! Miles you could get those new boxers you want and Milan could get some pretty princess panties! Yay! Sounds like a great idea, right, right? Yay! Yay!”
Yeah, I know. The only things missing were my pompoms and a megaphone.
Their response…
“Cool! Yes! Mom, you’re the best! Will you get them for us! Please, please!”
Oh, and Milan sealed the deal with a really high-pitch scream.
When I told Husband he shook his head and said that I was dead-ass wrong.
If he only knew how many times he’s been Jedi mind-tricked, too.
Shh ... and may the force be with you, too.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Don’t ask.
Looks like I’m at it again.
I Jedi mind-tricked the kids into using Target gift cards they got for Christmas to buy underwear for themselves.
I was folding clothes and saw firsthand that new underwear was in desperate need at Wifey’s House. Besides, Miles decided he wanted boxers anyway.
So, I saw the gift cards and excitedly told the kids…
“Ooh, look. Gift cards to Target! Miles you could get those new boxers you want and Milan could get some pretty princess panties! Yay! Sounds like a great idea, right, right? Yay! Yay!”
Yeah, I know. The only things missing were my pompoms and a megaphone.
Their response…
“Cool! Yes! Mom, you’re the best! Will you get them for us! Please, please!”
Oh, and Milan sealed the deal with a really high-pitch scream.
When I told Husband he shook his head and said that I was dead-ass wrong.
If he only knew how many times he’s been Jedi mind-tricked, too.
Shh ... and may the force be with you, too.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Sexolutions
It’s Hump Day at Wifey’s House, the one day a week I dish about sex.
I started Hump Day last year with this post to help keep sex on your mind - and your to do list. As we begin a new year filled with new resolutions it’s the perfect time to set a few goals for your sex life, too.
Mine?
Right.
I’ll share a few, ahem, to get you started…
1. To try something different. A new position, new time of day, new room of the house…
2. To take a dance class here. It’s sexy and it’s exercise – double bonus points!
3. To do the dance I learn for Husband. Gasp! That would definitely take care of number one on this list.
4. To increase frequency. No explanation necessary.
5. To fit into a bikini by my birthday. No, that’s technically not about sex, but something tells me if I can do it, sex will somehow come into play.
OK, that’s enough. The rest of my list is tucked away safely, booby-trapped with a dye pack and a motion detector.
How about you? Have you made your sexolutions, yet? We're already seven days into the new year...
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
You Mean Beer Isn’t Included in Clean Eating?
Water, hops and barley – that sounds pretty clean to me. A complex carb, right? Right.
OK, I know better, but over the holidays I allowed myself to relax the rules a little bit. I love baking sugar cookies and pound cake; eating holiday hors d’oeuvres and fried chicken, ribs and potato salad on Christmas Day; and yes, I truly enjoy a good glass of wine and ice cold beer.
Yesterday I watched Oprah openly reveal her fears and challenges with weight loss and thought it was one of the best shows that she’s done. She talked honestly about falling off of the wagon and being disappointed and embarrassed about her body. Hello. I don’t know many women – large or small – who can’t relate to that.
I think it’s wonderful that she put herself out there to show people that someone of her stature – with all of the money, power and fame – can still feel insecure and have slip ups. But even more importantly, one of the best messages I got from the show is that you can pick yourself up and get back on the wagon.
Every morning you wake up is a brand new day filled with brand new opportunities to do brand new things.
As I’ve shared before I’ve decided to make clean eating a priority in my life. While I enjoyed the holidays and all of its splendor – and beer, ahem – it’s time for me to get back on the wagon and continue on my quest for a healthy body.
How about you? It’s a brand new day, what brand new things are you going to do?
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
OK, I know better, but over the holidays I allowed myself to relax the rules a little bit. I love baking sugar cookies and pound cake; eating holiday hors d’oeuvres and fried chicken, ribs and potato salad on Christmas Day; and yes, I truly enjoy a good glass of wine and ice cold beer.
Yesterday I watched Oprah openly reveal her fears and challenges with weight loss and thought it was one of the best shows that she’s done. She talked honestly about falling off of the wagon and being disappointed and embarrassed about her body. Hello. I don’t know many women – large or small – who can’t relate to that.
I think it’s wonderful that she put herself out there to show people that someone of her stature – with all of the money, power and fame – can still feel insecure and have slip ups. But even more importantly, one of the best messages I got from the show is that you can pick yourself up and get back on the wagon.
Every morning you wake up is a brand new day filled with brand new opportunities to do brand new things.
As I’ve shared before I’ve decided to make clean eating a priority in my life. While I enjoyed the holidays and all of its splendor – and beer, ahem – it’s time for me to get back on the wagon and continue on my quest for a healthy body.
How about you? It’s a brand new day, what brand new things are you going to do?
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, December 5, 2008
Three Reasons to Drop Your Fork and Back Away from the Chocolate Cake
As a chocolate connoisseur it pains me to say it, but it’s time to end my everyday love affair with foods that aren’t treating me right. I’ve shared many stories about losing weight and exercise, but haven’t always focused on food. Yes, I’m guilty, there’s a big part of me that wishes if I exercise extra hard – a full hour instead of 45 minutes – that I could eat whatever I want and it won’t find a home on my hips or thighs. Even though I know better I’ve still lived in denial, until now.
At 37 years-old my body just doesn’t humor me like it used to. At 21, I could put away a Big Mac, large fries and finish it off with a half bag of Oreo cookies and still fit into my skinny jeans the next day. Now, if I even look at one of my kids’ fries I feel the button on my jeans pop open.
I’ve decided to change my eating habits by eating foods that are good to my body - that provide energy, nutrients and will make me healthy - and to limit the foods that don’t do anything but weigh me down – literally.
There are three things that keep me focused when I suffer from chocolate withdrawal and am in danger of wavering from my plan.
My Health
I know, duh, right? Everyone knows that eating foods that are good for you – lean protein, fruits, vegetables, whole grains – improves your health, while foods with no nutritional value – candies, processed and fatty foods – harm it. So why are so many people still choosing the latter? It’s proven that so much of the crap we eat is killing us – literally – but we just keep shoveling it in anyway. Ignorance is bliss… and extremely harmful. I’ve decided to listen to the facts, which leads me to my next point.
Results
The sh*t works! Quickly. Eating foods that are meant to provide your body with the nutrients and energy that it needs makes your body run more efficiently. I feel better, have more energy, I’m sleeping better, my skin looks healthier, I feel sexier, ahem, I’m more confident, and yes, the fat is MELTING off of me. Need I say more?
My Kids
Every time I look at their happy little faces I think about how much I want to be there to see them grow up, about the example that I’m setting for them, and how much responsibility that holds. Like it or not, I’m the most important role model in my children’s lives. How will they learn to take care of themselves if they don’t see me doing it?
So, I’m dropping my fork and slowly backing away from the chocolate cake. Sure, I’ll still rendezvous with it at a holiday party and I’ll take care of Santa’s cookies for him on Christmas Eve, but for the majority of the time my darling chocolate is going to have to survive without me.
How about you? Are you willing to break up with some of your unhealthy loves? Health conscious minds want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
At 37 years-old my body just doesn’t humor me like it used to. At 21, I could put away a Big Mac, large fries and finish it off with a half bag of Oreo cookies and still fit into my skinny jeans the next day. Now, if I even look at one of my kids’ fries I feel the button on my jeans pop open.
I’ve decided to change my eating habits by eating foods that are good to my body - that provide energy, nutrients and will make me healthy - and to limit the foods that don’t do anything but weigh me down – literally.
There are three things that keep me focused when I suffer from chocolate withdrawal and am in danger of wavering from my plan.
My Health
I know, duh, right? Everyone knows that eating foods that are good for you – lean protein, fruits, vegetables, whole grains – improves your health, while foods with no nutritional value – candies, processed and fatty foods – harm it. So why are so many people still choosing the latter? It’s proven that so much of the crap we eat is killing us – literally – but we just keep shoveling it in anyway. Ignorance is bliss… and extremely harmful. I’ve decided to listen to the facts, which leads me to my next point.
Results
The sh*t works! Quickly. Eating foods that are meant to provide your body with the nutrients and energy that it needs makes your body run more efficiently. I feel better, have more energy, I’m sleeping better, my skin looks healthier, I feel sexier, ahem, I’m more confident, and yes, the fat is MELTING off of me. Need I say more?
My Kids
Every time I look at their happy little faces I think about how much I want to be there to see them grow up, about the example that I’m setting for them, and how much responsibility that holds. Like it or not, I’m the most important role model in my children’s lives. How will they learn to take care of themselves if they don’t see me doing it?
So, I’m dropping my fork and slowly backing away from the chocolate cake. Sure, I’ll still rendezvous with it at a holiday party and I’ll take care of Santa’s cookies for him on Christmas Eve, but for the majority of the time my darling chocolate is going to have to survive without me.
How about you? Are you willing to break up with some of your unhealthy loves? Health conscious minds want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, November 14, 2008
Therapy Needed for FTWS (Fabulous Trip Withdrawal Syndrome)
Friday’s confession…
I woke up in the middle of the night sweating, shaking and mumbling something to the effect of “No, Suite 1564 is MINE!”
Yes, I’m going through post fabulous trip withdrawals. Damn.
The two weeks I spent sailing around the Mediterranean were, um, how can I describe them? Oh, I know, blissful. Absolute pure bliss. I love my family, and my life, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world, ahem, but I can admit that I thoroughly enjoyed not having to do anything for anybody at anytime during my adventure.
In fact it was quite the opposite, gasp! Everything – and I mean EVERYTHING – was taken care of for me. All I had to do was just be there and enjoy the moment. No cooking, no cleaning, no washing dishes, no laundry, no picking up after anybody, no listening to whining, no getting anybody ready for school, no washing windows – oh, I don’t do that anyway – no checking in the hotel, no planning which tour of which city to take, no worrying about how I will get where I’m supposed to be, everything was planned for and taken care of by somebody else. I did have to decide which new outfit I was going to wear each day and whether I wanted white or red wine with dinner but somehow I struggled through it.
So, forgive me as I imagine myself still lounging in my suite on the beautiful Brilliance of the Seas while the concierge and stateroom attendant do everything that I don’t want to do.
The infamous suite 1564.
The bathroom was luxurious.
A toliet and bidet.
Jacuzzi tub.
The beds, shot from the lounge area complete with a cozy couch/full size pullout bed.
Nobody makes cute little animals out my washcloths at home.
Our private deck.
Wanda and Wifey prepared for anything!
Our "king of the world" moment, sitting on top of the ship as we pull into Venice.
Ah, Venice.
The view from our deck at the end of the day.
See why I’m struggling? Alright, it’s back to the real world. My house needs cleaning and for some strange reason my family likes it when I go to the grocery store and buy food. There’s no concierge or stateroom attendant at Wifey’s House to take care of these things for me.
I woke up in the middle of the night sweating, shaking and mumbling something to the effect of “No, Suite 1564 is MINE!”
Yes, I’m going through post fabulous trip withdrawals. Damn.
The two weeks I spent sailing around the Mediterranean were, um, how can I describe them? Oh, I know, blissful. Absolute pure bliss. I love my family, and my life, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world, ahem, but I can admit that I thoroughly enjoyed not having to do anything for anybody at anytime during my adventure.
In fact it was quite the opposite, gasp! Everything – and I mean EVERYTHING – was taken care of for me. All I had to do was just be there and enjoy the moment. No cooking, no cleaning, no washing dishes, no laundry, no picking up after anybody, no listening to whining, no getting anybody ready for school, no washing windows – oh, I don’t do that anyway – no checking in the hotel, no planning which tour of which city to take, no worrying about how I will get where I’m supposed to be, everything was planned for and taken care of by somebody else. I did have to decide which new outfit I was going to wear each day and whether I wanted white or red wine with dinner but somehow I struggled through it.
So, forgive me as I imagine myself still lounging in my suite on the beautiful Brilliance of the Seas while the concierge and stateroom attendant do everything that I don’t want to do.
The infamous suite 1564.
The bathroom was luxurious.
A toliet and bidet.
Jacuzzi tub.
The beds, shot from the lounge area complete with a cozy couch/full size pullout bed.
Nobody makes cute little animals out my washcloths at home.
Our private deck.
Wanda and Wifey prepared for anything!
Our "king of the world" moment, sitting on top of the ship as we pull into Venice.
Ah, Venice.
The view from our deck at the end of the day.
See why I’m struggling? Alright, it’s back to the real world. My house needs cleaning and for some strange reason my family likes it when I go to the grocery store and buy food. There’s no concierge or stateroom attendant at Wifey’s House to take care of these things for me.
Oh, damn. I am the concierge and stateroom attendant at Wifey’s House. And you wonder why I’m going through withdrawals…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wifey's Big Adventure
Friday’s confession…
I’ve been keeping a secret. I wasn’t trying to be deceptive, ahem, but I wasn’t able to disclose any details until now.
The secret is I’m going on a trip. Not just any trip. A trip overseas… to cruise the Mediterranean Sea… for two weeks… for a show on the Travel Channel… that’ll air in January.
Gasp!
I know. I’ve pinched myself several times, and am happy to report that I’m not dreaming.
Madrid, Barcelona, Livorno, Cannes and Venice are just a few of the places that I'll visit when I board the plane next Wednesday with my sister, Nicole, and our girlfriend, Wanda, to take a cruisetour on Royal Caribbean’s Brilliance of the Seas.
While I’ve traveled to Europe before, I’ve never cruised the Mediterranean and can’t wait to experience it on this beautiful ship.
I wish I could take you all with me – no really I do – but I can’t, so I will make sure to blog as much as I can while I’m there. In the meantime, I’m scrambling to get myself, my wardrobe and Wifey’s real house in order so that Husband and the kids will function smoothly while I’m gone. Gulp!
Here’s a picture of the beautiful Brilliance of the Seas…
And a suite similar to the one I’ll be staying in…
I’m officially counting down the hours until I leave … 118.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
I’ve been keeping a secret. I wasn’t trying to be deceptive, ahem, but I wasn’t able to disclose any details until now.
The secret is I’m going on a trip. Not just any trip. A trip overseas… to cruise the Mediterranean Sea… for two weeks… for a show on the Travel Channel… that’ll air in January.
Gasp!
I know. I’ve pinched myself several times, and am happy to report that I’m not dreaming.
Madrid, Barcelona, Livorno, Cannes and Venice are just a few of the places that I'll visit when I board the plane next Wednesday with my sister, Nicole, and our girlfriend, Wanda, to take a cruisetour on Royal Caribbean’s Brilliance of the Seas.
While I’ve traveled to Europe before, I’ve never cruised the Mediterranean and can’t wait to experience it on this beautiful ship.
I wish I could take you all with me – no really I do – but I can’t, so I will make sure to blog as much as I can while I’m there. In the meantime, I’m scrambling to get myself, my wardrobe and Wifey’s real house in order so that Husband and the kids will function smoothly while I’m gone. Gulp!
Here’s a picture of the beautiful Brilliance of the Seas…
And a suite similar to the one I’ll be staying in…
I’m officially counting down the hours until I leave … 118.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, October 3, 2008
Book Fair on the Square
Friday’s confession…
It’s difficult to be your own publicist. In my previous life – before kids – I was an entertainment publicist and contributed to the success of several superstars including Usher, OutKast and Toni Braxton. I was very happy putting other people in the spotlight and flying below the radar. Now that it’s time to push my own project I have to get used to stepping into the spotlight and speak up about myself a little bit more than usual.
So with that said, if you live in the Atlanta area I will be signing books at the Book Fair on the Square in downtown Marietta tomorrow, October 4, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Come out and say hello… I would love to sign a book for you!
Oh, and I’m pleased to say I will be interviewing publicists next week.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
It’s difficult to be your own publicist. In my previous life – before kids – I was an entertainment publicist and contributed to the success of several superstars including Usher, OutKast and Toni Braxton. I was very happy putting other people in the spotlight and flying below the radar. Now that it’s time to push my own project I have to get used to stepping into the spotlight and speak up about myself a little bit more than usual.
So with that said, if you live in the Atlanta area I will be signing books at the Book Fair on the Square in downtown Marietta tomorrow, October 4, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Come out and say hello… I would love to sign a book for you!
Oh, and I’m pleased to say I will be interviewing publicists next week.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, September 26, 2008
I Lost My Game
Friday’s confession…
I let somebody throw me off of my game – literally. Husband and I joined a flexible tennis league to play mixed doubles. We had our third match yesterday and lost. It’s not that we lost that bothers me, its how. The man we played yesterday was really friendly, but his wife had a cloud of negativity that followed her around the court. Not the obvious kind, she presented a very friendly front, but she had an air of snootiness about her that bothered me from the moment we shook hands.
I tried to ignore it, but I just couldn’t help being bothered by this woman’s every move. Needless to say, I focused more on her and less on my tennis game and was totally distracted by the time they beat us in the second set.
What bothers me the most is not that we lost – the couple played a solid game – it’s that I let myself be bothered by somebody else. I can’t even blame her. She really didn’t do anything but be herself, it was me who allowed me to be affected. I hate that. It’s not the way I normally conduct myself; I’m more of a shrug things off, the glass is half full kind of girl.
Friday’s confession … I let me throw me off of my game – literally. How about you? Have you ever pulled yourself out of your zone, and had trouble getting back? Thrown off moms want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
I let somebody throw me off of my game – literally. Husband and I joined a flexible tennis league to play mixed doubles. We had our third match yesterday and lost. It’s not that we lost that bothers me, its how. The man we played yesterday was really friendly, but his wife had a cloud of negativity that followed her around the court. Not the obvious kind, she presented a very friendly front, but she had an air of snootiness about her that bothered me from the moment we shook hands.
I tried to ignore it, but I just couldn’t help being bothered by this woman’s every move. Needless to say, I focused more on her and less on my tennis game and was totally distracted by the time they beat us in the second set.
What bothers me the most is not that we lost – the couple played a solid game – it’s that I let myself be bothered by somebody else. I can’t even blame her. She really didn’t do anything but be herself, it was me who allowed me to be affected. I hate that. It’s not the way I normally conduct myself; I’m more of a shrug things off, the glass is half full kind of girl.
Friday’s confession … I let me throw me off of my game – literally. How about you? Have you ever pulled yourself out of your zone, and had trouble getting back? Thrown off moms want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, September 19, 2008
Scholar Athletes
Friday’s confession…
I’m at it again. Another season of sports at Wifey’s House and somehow I just can’t help but lose myself in the moment. Now I’ve got two to juggle. Miles had his first football game last Saturday and Milan had her first softball game.
Every overboard mom needs a team sign (yes, I made it myself)...
I’m at it again. Another season of sports at Wifey’s House and somehow I just can’t help but lose myself in the moment. Now I’ve got two to juggle. Miles had his first football game last Saturday and Milan had her first softball game.
Every overboard mom needs a team sign (yes, I made it myself)...
and a team shirt (no, I didn't make this one)...
and a ferocious little football player...
and a sweet little softball swinger...
and a sweet little softball swinger...
ready for her first game!
As much as I love sports I do demand that school and homework come first. After that they can play until the sun goes down. How about you? Do you have any little scholar athletes running around your house? Cheering moms want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, September 12, 2008
Fab Friday
Friday’s confession…
I didn’t do a confession today, but I did start a new column at The Newlywed Life called Fab Friday. If you like cute shoes this post is for you…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
I didn’t do a confession today, but I did start a new column at The Newlywed Life called Fab Friday. If you like cute shoes this post is for you…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, September 5, 2008
Don't Wake the Baby!
Friday’s confession…
I have the terrible habit of laughing at some of the things my children do and say that should solicit a more, ahem, parental response. Thank God for Husband or we would all be a hot mess.
For instance, Milan put her baby doll to sleep the other day. It was all nice and neatly tucked into its baby carrier. After she put the baby down on the couch she looked at us both sweetly and said, shh, please talk softly so that you don’t wake up my baby.”
Both Husband and I shrugged our shoulders alright. I guess that wasn’t good enough for Miss Milan because she responded quickly, “if you wake my baby up, she’ll reach out and scratch you!”
Gasp! WTF? Where did that come from?
After ducking away to hide my laughter I pulled myself together enough to tell her that I hope she is teaching her baby that scratching people is not a nice thing to do.
Yes, my darling dear had answer for that one, too.
“I tell her, Mama, but she just doesn’t listen.”
Hmm, sounds familiar.
How about you? Are you good at keeping a straight face in front of your children or do you laugh out loud? Silly moms want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
I have the terrible habit of laughing at some of the things my children do and say that should solicit a more, ahem, parental response. Thank God for Husband or we would all be a hot mess.
For instance, Milan put her baby doll to sleep the other day. It was all nice and neatly tucked into its baby carrier. After she put the baby down on the couch she looked at us both sweetly and said, shh, please talk softly so that you don’t wake up my baby.”
Both Husband and I shrugged our shoulders alright. I guess that wasn’t good enough for Miss Milan because she responded quickly, “if you wake my baby up, she’ll reach out and scratch you!”
Gasp! WTF? Where did that come from?
After ducking away to hide my laughter I pulled myself together enough to tell her that I hope she is teaching her baby that scratching people is not a nice thing to do.
Yes, my darling dear had answer for that one, too.
“I tell her, Mama, but she just doesn’t listen.”
Hmm, sounds familiar.
How about you? Are you good at keeping a straight face in front of your children or do you laugh out loud? Silly moms want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, August 29, 2008
I'm Late... But Passin' Out Bling
Friday’s confession…
I’m late. I have been tagged, awarded, and memed; and am just now posting about it. I’ve fallen in love with blogging and have truly met some incredible people doing it. I appreciate all you lovely ladies who gave me a shout, please know you are always welcome at Wifey’s House! I have two awards to pass out today and will tackle the memes next week.
Now here’s my attempt to give a little back…
The Restless Housewife and Monkey Toe Momma were sweet enough to give me the You Make My Day Award.
There weren’t any rules with that one so I’m combining it with this one…
The I Love Your Blog award was passed on to me from the wonderful Terri Rainer.
Here are the rules:
1. The winner can put the logo on their blog.
2. Link the person you received your award from.
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.
4. Put links of those blogs on yours.
5. Leave a message on the blogs you’ve nominated.
I am passing them both along to:
Mocha Momma
Caffeine Court
Enjoyceinglife
MoziEsme
The Dana Files
Immoral Matriarch
Workout Mommy!
While all of these blogs are uniquely different, they are each outstanding in their own right. Some of them I’ve just started reading, while some of them were my firsts in this wide, wild, world of blogging.
Kudos to you ladies for creating such fabulous blogs and thanks for doing what you do…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
I’m late. I have been tagged, awarded, and memed; and am just now posting about it. I’ve fallen in love with blogging and have truly met some incredible people doing it. I appreciate all you lovely ladies who gave me a shout, please know you are always welcome at Wifey’s House! I have two awards to pass out today and will tackle the memes next week.
Now here’s my attempt to give a little back…
The Restless Housewife and Monkey Toe Momma were sweet enough to give me the You Make My Day Award.
There weren’t any rules with that one so I’m combining it with this one…
The I Love Your Blog award was passed on to me from the wonderful Terri Rainer.
Here are the rules:
1. The winner can put the logo on their blog.
2. Link the person you received your award from.
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.
4. Put links of those blogs on yours.
5. Leave a message on the blogs you’ve nominated.
I am passing them both along to:
Mocha Momma
Caffeine Court
Enjoyceinglife
MoziEsme
The Dana Files
Immoral Matriarch
Workout Mommy!
While all of these blogs are uniquely different, they are each outstanding in their own right. Some of them I’ve just started reading, while some of them were my firsts in this wide, wild, world of blogging.
Kudos to you ladies for creating such fabulous blogs and thanks for doing what you do…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, August 22, 2008
I Suck
Friday’s confession…
I suck. I didn’t do my Friday’s confession. Oh wait, that is a confession. Let’s start over…
I suck.
Seriously, I’ve had an extremely productive work week which in turn has left me without my normal Friday’s confession. This is a good and bad thing. Work is good, no confession is bad.
Oh wait, I forgot… I did do a confession…I suck. See what too much work and lack of alcohol does…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
(No, I'm not catholic, every Friday at Wifey's House I confess something that probably shouldn't be said.)
I suck. I didn’t do my Friday’s confession. Oh wait, that is a confession. Let’s start over…
I suck.
Seriously, I’ve had an extremely productive work week which in turn has left me without my normal Friday’s confession. This is a good and bad thing. Work is good, no confession is bad.
Oh wait, I forgot… I did do a confession…I suck. See what too much work and lack of alcohol does…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
(No, I'm not catholic, every Friday at Wifey's House I confess something that probably shouldn't be said.)
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tooth Fairy Fired Due to Budget Cuts
Friday’s confession…
I’m a little on the frugal side. I like to save money. I look for bargains or inexpensive brands… oh hell, I’m cheap! So, when my son woke up the other morning and told me that the tooth fairy left him $4 I knew he must’ve counted incorrectly.
Four dollars? WTF? That’s a gallon of gas.
Don’t get me wrong. My children are priceless, but come on, it’s a tooth. And it’s not in his mouth anymore.
So I had a little chat with the tooth fairy who thought that was a fair amount for the type of tooth that it was and it’s position in the mouth. Again, WTF? Clearly the tooth fairy is not in charge of the budget at Wifey’s House.
Is it just me or is $4 a lot? I remember getting change for my teeth. I know that was 30 years ago, ahem, but still. Please let me know if you think I should fire the tooth fairy or if I need to get second job to pay for all these teeth.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
I’m a little on the frugal side. I like to save money. I look for bargains or inexpensive brands… oh hell, I’m cheap! So, when my son woke up the other morning and told me that the tooth fairy left him $4 I knew he must’ve counted incorrectly.
Four dollars? WTF? That’s a gallon of gas.
Don’t get me wrong. My children are priceless, but come on, it’s a tooth. And it’s not in his mouth anymore.
So I had a little chat with the tooth fairy who thought that was a fair amount for the type of tooth that it was and it’s position in the mouth. Again, WTF? Clearly the tooth fairy is not in charge of the budget at Wifey’s House.
Is it just me or is $4 a lot? I remember getting change for my teeth. I know that was 30 years ago, ahem, but still. Please let me know if you think I should fire the tooth fairy or if I need to get second job to pay for all these teeth.
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, August 8, 2008
Dining After Dark
Friday’s confession…
I ate dinner last night at 10:08 p.m. Yikes! And, to make matters worse it wasn’t just salad or something light without carbs, gasp!, I had seared scallops with broccoli and wheat penne pasta tossed in oil olive, garlic and Italian seasoning… and it was good as hell.
Everything was healthy, but it was 10:20 p.m. by the time I finished scoffing it down. Not very conducive to my Fifteen in Five plan. And this wasn’t the only night this week I ate so late. Um, it’s actually the fifth. In my defense the other days I did eat only a bowl of soup or something really light. Miles had football practice every night this week (when in doubt blame the kids) and while I fed the kids early, before practice, Husband and I ended up eating after practice, bath and bedtime.
I know better, really I do, but those scallops screamed “Wifey” so loud last night I couldn’t resist. How about you? Does your schedule, ahem, children’s schedule ever cause you to put your needs on the back burner, literally, where you find yourself in front of a plate way past prime time? Late night diners want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
I ate dinner last night at 10:08 p.m. Yikes! And, to make matters worse it wasn’t just salad or something light without carbs, gasp!, I had seared scallops with broccoli and wheat penne pasta tossed in oil olive, garlic and Italian seasoning… and it was good as hell.
Everything was healthy, but it was 10:20 p.m. by the time I finished scoffing it down. Not very conducive to my Fifteen in Five plan. And this wasn’t the only night this week I ate so late. Um, it’s actually the fifth. In my defense the other days I did eat only a bowl of soup or something really light. Miles had football practice every night this week (when in doubt blame the kids) and while I fed the kids early, before practice, Husband and I ended up eating after practice, bath and bedtime.
I know better, really I do, but those scallops screamed “Wifey” so loud last night I couldn’t resist. How about you? Does your schedule, ahem, children’s schedule ever cause you to put your needs on the back burner, literally, where you find yourself in front of a plate way past prime time? Late night diners want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, August 1, 2008
I'm a Crust Cutter... and I'm Proud
Friday’s confession…
OK folks, brace yourselves, this is a big one. I, um… cut the crust off of my kids’ sandwiches. Gasp!
I know, I know. What kind of mother am I, right? Catering to their every whim. It’s just that I don’t particularly like the crust on my sandwiches either, but I’m a grown up now so chopping the ends off of my bread seems a bit, well, childish. So, I eat mine – sometimes – and cut theirs off since I know they don’t like it.
While I’m telling on myself, I might as well admit that I don’t make them eat things that they don’t like either. Gasp! Gasp! OK, please don’t take my Mom Card – I didn’t say that I don’t make them eat; I make them try things, but if they truly don’t like them then I don’t force them to eat it.
That’s probably because I remember sitting at the kitchen table for what seems like hours with a plate of cold lima beans and chicken livers in front of me that I was told I had to eat before I could get up. Yuck.
There are many things that my parents did that I swore I would never do and of course I find myself doing most of them. But, this is not one of them. I kept my promise and am not sad to say that a chicken liver has never graced my kitchen table.
Thank goodness for my parents, my mother-in-law and my husband because they expose the kids to foods that I don’t particularly like. I do my best to use my poker face and let them form their own opinions, but I’m quick to come to their rescue if they sit down with a big old bowl of Brussels sprouts and find out their little tastebuds don’t quite like them.
How about you? Are you a crust cutter or food forcer? Finicky-eating moms want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
OK folks, brace yourselves, this is a big one. I, um… cut the crust off of my kids’ sandwiches. Gasp!
I know, I know. What kind of mother am I, right? Catering to their every whim. It’s just that I don’t particularly like the crust on my sandwiches either, but I’m a grown up now so chopping the ends off of my bread seems a bit, well, childish. So, I eat mine – sometimes – and cut theirs off since I know they don’t like it.
While I’m telling on myself, I might as well admit that I don’t make them eat things that they don’t like either. Gasp! Gasp! OK, please don’t take my Mom Card – I didn’t say that I don’t make them eat; I make them try things, but if they truly don’t like them then I don’t force them to eat it.
That’s probably because I remember sitting at the kitchen table for what seems like hours with a plate of cold lima beans and chicken livers in front of me that I was told I had to eat before I could get up. Yuck.
There are many things that my parents did that I swore I would never do and of course I find myself doing most of them. But, this is not one of them. I kept my promise and am not sad to say that a chicken liver has never graced my kitchen table.
Thank goodness for my parents, my mother-in-law and my husband because they expose the kids to foods that I don’t particularly like. I do my best to use my poker face and let them form their own opinions, but I’m quick to come to their rescue if they sit down with a big old bowl of Brussels sprouts and find out their little tastebuds don’t quite like them.
How about you? Are you a crust cutter or food forcer? Finicky-eating moms want to know…
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, July 25, 2008
100 Posts, But Who's Counting
Friday’s confession …
This is my 100th blog post and I must admit, I keep peeking around corners waiting for the balloons, confetti and a slick talking man with a plastic smile, bad hair and a checkered colored suit holding a microphone to run up and congratulate me with an oversize $10,000,00 check.
OK, I’m awake now … but it is a big deal to me. Especially since I’m still riding the high from BlogHer ’08. I remember my first post like it was yesterday, OK, it was only six months ago, but still. I tend to get a little dramatic when I’m emotional, bear with me.
Even though no surprise celebrations have happened thus far, I must say on this momentous day, it’s nice to be mentioned… no featured, no… to have my face plastered on one of my favorite blogger’s post, ahem, Mocha Momma, ahem – even if it is because no one really knows who the hell I am or can tell any of “us” apart.
Thanks to all of you who have read any of the first 100 … here’s to 100’s more to come!
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
This is my 100th blog post and I must admit, I keep peeking around corners waiting for the balloons, confetti and a slick talking man with a plastic smile, bad hair and a checkered colored suit holding a microphone to run up and congratulate me with an oversize $10,000,00 check.
OK, I’m awake now … but it is a big deal to me. Especially since I’m still riding the high from BlogHer ’08. I remember my first post like it was yesterday, OK, it was only six months ago, but still. I tend to get a little dramatic when I’m emotional, bear with me.
Even though no surprise celebrations have happened thus far, I must say on this momentous day, it’s nice to be mentioned… no featured, no… to have my face plastered on one of my favorite blogger’s post, ahem, Mocha Momma, ahem – even if it is because no one really knows who the hell I am or can tell any of “us” apart.
Thanks to all of you who have read any of the first 100 … here’s to 100’s more to come!
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
Friday, July 18, 2008
Irony is a B*tch!
Friday’s confession…
I’m in San Francisco at the BlogHer ’08 conference … and am too tied up to blog. Isn’t that a bitch?
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
I’m in San Francisco at the BlogHer ’08 conference … and am too tied up to blog. Isn’t that a bitch?
Winks & Smiles,
Wifey
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