Busom Buddy

Over the weekend I went to Asheville for one hell of a bachelorette weekend. One of the things on our to-do list was to swing by Victoria's Secret and buy the bride some lingerie. Also on our to-do list: sit on the floor and eat Mediterranean food (check); make a breast-print painting* (check); smoke a hooka (check); get tarted up and dance with gay boys (check); throw dollar bills at drag queens (double check). Calm down, no one smoked pot. It was only flavored tobacco in the hooka. Geez, MOM. Oh yeah, this post was supposed to be about underwear. My bad. While we were in VS I decided to get a fitting and buy a new bra. You know, to cheer up Blanche and Dorothy. It turns out the girls weren't as sad and small as I thought they were. Yay! All my bras are just old and stretched out. Boo. At first I tried on some supportive, yet practical bras. Then I decided "What the hell" and bought a push-up bra. I normally think push-up bras are unfair false advertisement. But, I'm already married and Steven knows what I'm packing. So I might as well jack 'em up to my chin, right?

Dream Angel bra by VS

This is the bra I got, and I look just as hot in mine. HA. I'm not always a fan of lace, but this seemed like it would lay smoothly and not be bumpy under a t-shirt. Plus, I liked that it has a whiff of naughty french maid. I find it's easier to justify the purchase of a $50 bra if it looks sexy. Men don't tend to look at receipts if they're drooling.

*You know how you would make art in elementary school by carving a potato then using it as a stamp? Well, it's kind of like that. We painted our boobs then smooshed them on a canvas. I've asked the bride for a photo of my canvas and I promise to share it with you so you can see what I'm talking about.

Sticks And Stones...

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but ceramic tile really effing hurts, too. Allow me to explain. A few days ago Luke took a tumble and bumped his forehead. Actually he face planted in the bathroom, and earned his first goose-egg. I tried to take a picture to document the occasion, but it never bruised enough to be visible. Darn thick skulls. When it happened, I was torn. On one hand, I don't want to be the sort of mom that over-reacts to every bump and scrape and turns her kids into wussy, nervous wrecks. One the other hand, I don't take head injuries lightly so I felt if there was a time to freak out, it might be now. In the end I called his pediatrician, told her what happened and she said he was probably fine. She told me some warning signs to watch out for, but if nothing worsened he would be OK. As I hoped, all was well and we moved on. I have to admit, I was kind of proud of my little guy. Yes, he cried, but he didn't freak out. He was back laughing and playing with his toys in no time. It was his first bump on the head which, to me, is just as important a milestone for a little boy as taking that first step or catching that first bug. Moms - what weird things do you consider milestones?

Be Careful What You Wish For

I was just complaining that I don't have enough time to blog because of test taking, baby wrangling and business starting. Well, I shouldn't have said that because now I have lots of time to blog because I got laid off.

I got the bad news last Friday afternoon, just a few hours after my whining post was published, but I've had too much on my plate to tell you until now. Tuesday morning we took ARE #2 and Tuesday afternoon to flew to Las Vegas to visit hubby's grandparents, which meant we spent the whole weekend cramming info into our brains and clothes into our suitcases. While in Vegas we have been spending time with family and helping around the house. Well, I'm helping when I'm not glued to my laptop. Resumes don't write themselves, people.

I already have some leads, so I'm feeling hopeful that I will find something that's right for me. Keep your fingers crossed for me!