My Babygirl loves me.  *sniff*  Even at 17 years of age, she know that handmade is the best.

Have a wonderful Mother’s Day! 

I went shopping the other day …… for bras.

For me, it joins the ranks of shopping for jeans or the dreaded bathing suit. But I needed new ones, so I had to behave like the grownup I am rumored to be.

I went through the lingerie department, past the frilly tiny panties, the pretty flowery bras and cammies to the back… the last aisle ….. to the “big girl” bras. There they were. All of them looking heavy duty, like they were ready for serious business. Where were the cute ones? Where were the ones suitable for wearing with a plunging neckline? I dug through the racks, looking at tag after tag for the elusive rarety….MY SIZE.

With a heavy sigh, I went to “the drawers”. This is where they keep the bras that have numbers higher than 38, or double digits like DD. I looked at the boxes wishing for one with a hint of lace.

And there it was….the Holy Grail of bras…..MY size, WITH a plunge, WITH support, and WITHOUT 6″ wide straps! And what is this? Another! And Another! I had hit the motherlode. But I knew from previous experience, that labels and tags lie. So I picked up an armload of bras and went to the dreaded dressing room.

I took off my shirt and bra and sadly watched as my breasteses fell, almost to my knees. I scooped them up and cradled them into the cups.

Oh myGod! It fit! So I held my breath and tried the next one. It fit too!! I managed to find several, but I settled on three. They would hold me over (pun intended) for a few months.

I wore one today. My blouse looked great on me. I used to hate the way it hung on me. Today, it was filled out…..with my boobs!  I found myself looking down to see my cleavage with a fascination that I haven’t had since high school. Even while typing out this post I am looking. I leaned far back on my couch to proofread what was in front of me and noticed that I had to look over the mountains of flesh. They were no longer in my armpits.

I know this is all a bit more information than I usually give on this blog, but I can’t contain myself. I am bursting with joy. My cup  is no longer overflowing.

I’m going to end this right now. I think I’m going to fondle these puppies just bit longer. 

I don’t know…..

Why I eat cake one bite at a time all day long when I know it’s not good for my diet.

How to cook a steak without ruining it.

Why I  used to enjoy watching lightning storms with my dad when I little but now they terrify me.

Why my sister is an idiot.

How I got through my teenage years without killing myself or someone else.

Why I watch The View” when I know that Elizabeth Hasselbeck will say something in her screechy little voice that will piss me off for the rest of the freaking day.

Why it bothers Hubs to have the television turned off when no one is watching it.

Why so many assholes are allowed to move freely among the populace without a large sign to warn others.

Why Celine Dion is allowed to live.

Why I like coconut in cakes, pies, cookies and candy and yet do not like it in my drinks.

Why I can’t think of a topic for posting.

Why I procrastinate.

How I lost my pantyhose on the night of my high school reunion.

How to end this post……

I’m organized.

Stop laughing! I really am! I realized that this morning. I was looking for something that I haven’t seen since for years. I knew exactly where it was and I even remembered when I packed it away. I write a lot of lists too. Grocery lists, guest lists, things to get done before an occasion, phone calls that need to be made, stuff like that.

I also make  ‘to-do’ lists. So this morning I made my list the way I always have–by walking around the house and writing down the things that need to be done. And guess what? I have alot of things to do!

I didn’t do much this weekend. I did most of my chores on Friday. The house looks reasonably clean. But it is the other shit that I noticed–stuff that I didn’t do because of my back, or because I had kids here, or because Hubs stayed home and distracted me.

Under my range top, is a variety of food that I can’t even remember making stuck to a thick layer of grease. Yeah, that bad. My china cabinet shelves have a layer of dust  so thick that it protects my knick knacks from scratching the glass shelves. I have a plant that is  nearly dead of neglect! I found old magazines in the corner and expired coupons in my coupon carrier. I thought I took care of this shit when Mom visited! (But this is the shit that she wouldn’t see)

So I added these things to the list of “vacuum, dishes, laundry, bathroom….” I have decided to just do one room at a time. Top to bottom. Everything that I can handle alone. Just everything….

And I sat down with my coffee and tried to figure out what was the easiest job (Not because I’m lazy, but because I thought I would ease myself into this.) I decided on a room, and made another list of what I needed from my cleaning closet so that I wouldn’t have to make extra trips. Taking a deep breath I told myself that I would feel better once I started and-

Hey! I love this movie!

This little piggy…

The  other night, while sitting in an auditorium filled with talented kids and their proud parents, I had another thing on my mind (and I’m not talking about how long-winded the teachers were!) I was thinking about Swine Flu.

I live in a college town and some of the surrounding area is what I consider to be more “upscale”.  Babygirl goes to school with many kids who are “privileged”. They grow up  having the latest fashions or the hottest gadgets. They also travel…..alot. Not only did the college just have Spring Break, but so did the grade schools and high schools. This is a popular time for these families to visit the usual Cancun or Florida resorts, and also many European countries.

When I hear of meningitis in the nearby colleges, I worry about Son2, who is not in college, but visits the campuses to see friends. I worry  when Babygirl visits some friends, wondering what their older siblings will bring home on the weekends. When they leave the house I remind them to be careful and I am always listening for a cough in the night or a grimace that might be a headache.

Now there is Swine Flu. I will take the recommended precautions, the same as all of you. But what about gatherings like the one I attended? I consider the people in that group to be high risk because of their travel habits. What about all of the stuff coming up now, like Mother’s Day, Memorial Day, Father’s Day? What about all of the many graduations and weddings? Do we come to a crashing halt? How do we protect ourselves and the people we love the most?

The news reports say avoid gatherings. Use sanitizing gel. Wash hands frequently. Is that enough? We may do all of those things to the letter but what about others?   They don’t tell us how to avoid kissing family hello. They don’t tell us how to avoid hugging friends with joy.

This is the shit that keeps me up at night.