Do you kill people for a living??

Yes, that question was asked this weekend...
Not by me, by my 3 year old to a random stranger playing with his kids at the park!

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Here we are running around screaming and jumping from one thing to the next. And, yes in case you were wondering I do run and scream like a 3 year old at the park. What?

All of a sudden my son spots this man, walks right up to him and in his perfectly clear voice he asks "Do you kill people for a living"? My mouth hit the bark chips on the playground! I was praying that the guy wouldn't hear what my child just said. Here I am looking at this man with half shock, half laughter bubbling up. The dad looks at me and says "What"? I responded with "Well, he asked you a question, do you"?? And then off my son runs distracted by a shiny object and leaves me to stammer a response somewhere along the lines of, "no more superhero movies for you, mr". As I walk away, head down... btw, he never answered the question...

You know that story that your parents always told you when you were little? The one where they had to walk to school, uphill both ways in the snow with no shoes on? Gawd, I got that so many times! I got to use one of those lines on my boy yesterday. It was awesome! He had no idea why I was laughing so hard. Other than he thinks I'm crazy mama! Nothing new there!

He gets in the car after I pick him up from the sitters and he says:
Gavin: "You know mama, my friends have a tv in their cars" "It's awesome" "I could watch my cartoons on the way home"
Keep in mind we live .2 miles from the sitters house.
Gavin: "How come we don't have a tv in our car".
Me: "Well, when I was little all I had was your auntie natty to annoy and the seat belt to pretend vacuum and a lil thing called my IMAGINATION to occupy my time.
Gavin: "How boring"
Hmmm, my most adult response was "your face"!

Another one as we are driving to get some coffee the other day.

Gavin: "Mama, go faster, the car next to us is winning"! "
Me: "I can only go as fast as the car in front of me"
and I think in my head, oh my god, I'm my mother!

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I wonder what he asks when I'm not around? Life is never boring with my lil man:)

a song that makes my heart smile:)

I am in love with this song!
I tried finding the actual video but it wouldn't let me embed it, enjoy!

I don't think it necessarily goes towards a significant other.

My friends, my family and my sister have been my rock as Im going thru this tough time.

Do you ever have that feeling with a friend that youve known them before?

That your soul recognizes them?

They know what you're thinking and no matter how hard you push them away, they still come back.

Most of my friends I've known for 10+ years.

When times are hard, I push them away.

I don't want them to know I'm hurting, or let them feel sorry for me.

There have been a few lately that keep pushing back and I'm thankful for that.
Not soulmates, but kindred spirits...



MANswers...

Happy Monday, I feel like poop!

Speaking of poop, yes many of my conversations go this way.

First off, a warning. This is intended for mature audiences only...

Had an interesting convo with some friends this weekend...

Yes, it may have involved drinking, chips and salsa.

It's where all the great conversations start, right?

A TV show got brought up called MANswers.

I had never heard of it.

Apparently it is full of useful knowledge.

Who would have thought, you can learn something from tv...

ABOUT MANswers

Spike TV answers all of the burning questions men have been dying to ask, but never found socially acceptable in the comedic late-night series, MANswers. The fast-paced series works to satisfy the curiosity of Spike viewers by asking the tough questions only guys would appreciate and taking the viewers on a wild ride to find out the answers. In each episode, MANswers races through re-enactments, expert one-on-ones and man-on-the-street interviews to educate Spike viewers on the taboo topics in terms only guys can relate to. The truth is never what you would expect and will inevitably end up being talked about around the water cooler the next day.

Throw in extremely good looking girls and voila, a show a man will watch utterly transfixed.

Okay, me too!

This is interesting stuff!

Like how much pressure it would take to explode a silicone implant. Or how hot it can get before it melts.

I believe it was 300*F, OW! 

Which floats, real or silicone boobs??

I tried uploading the video, but to no avail.

Here is the link to check it out.

How tough are breast implants?

I will be dvr'ing this bad boy!
Back to the poop, did you really think I would talk about that on heree?
There are poop stories on the show, but ewww!

Enjoy!

It just hurt, that's all...

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bad day, bad week, bad month...

Where's my happy??

You're a good mommy...

This is the conversation I had last night while my monkey and I were nuggling (snuggling) on the couch.

Gavin: "You're a good mommy"

Me: "Thank you baby, you're my favorite little boy"

Gavin: "And you're a pretty princess too"

"but you're missing your crown"

Me: "How do I find my crown"

Gavin: "You have to find a good boy"

Me: "How do I find a good boy"?

Gavin: "You don't, he'll find you"

Me: "What do I say to this good boy when he finds me"?

Gavin: "May I have the crown please"

Me: "and then"?

Gavin: "He gives you the crown and you say thank you"

Me: "and what happens next"?

Gavin: "You live happily ever after"

This is my 3 year old telling me this. He's been watching way too many disney movies;)

Then, he punched me in the arm... typical boy!

and here's a video of him. ignore the screaming, it gets better;)

and I can't freaking figure out how to flip it...

~Think good thoughts~

Im a firm believer in thinking positively. Negative thoughts eat away at you.
According to my mom, negative thoughts are the work of the devil...
A certain situation had me thinking the worst these past 5 days. I kept asking questions, accusing, getting mad!

Why would you put my "friend" in this situation?
How could you be so _______ (insert mean word here)
What did she do to be treated this way?

Then instead of accusing, I realized what I needed to do.
I was specific. I said, out loud, that I wanted things to go back to the way they were.
I emphasized that I wanted it to happen now, not in a month or a year.
Sounds greedy, but the best of the best say I need to be specific.
I enlisted friends to think good thoughts with me. The power of positive thinking is amazing!

I got my answer today! It was great news.
Exactly what I asked for.
Exactly what my friends asked for.

I feel like I can exhale now!
& now, on to the next hurdle we call life!

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I want to add that I am in no way becoming all religious. I was raised catholic. I keep my faith to myself. I don't feel like it's anyone's business but my own. I haven't attended church in God knows how long. I haven't been a good catholic, at all! That's on me. I just had to share tho...

Body image issues anyone??

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Let me start this off saying, this post has only to do with me.

My own body image.

Ive struggled with it for years.

Growing up I was always active.

Highschool, I was Varsity swim.

Those days I lived on cheeseburgers, fries, milk shakes and doughnuts.

I would burn more calories in a day than I would consume.

I was 100lbs, as the saying goes, dripping wet.

I hated it.

I wore big, baggy sweatshirts, jeans that were too big so I could tell people that I was a size 7, not a zero.

I hated seeing my bones jut out from my skin.

No one knew this.

I got told to eat more, this made me eat less.

When stressed or unhappy, I tend to avoid eating.

I got called anorexic. Which in a sense I guess I was...
Ive always been bigger up in the chest area.
36DDD to be exact.
No matter how skinny I was.
The girls stayed the same...
I gained weight over the years and still never felt comfortable in my skin.
My mom encouraged me to diet, to exercise, to eat better.

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It wasn't until I became pregnant with my son over 3 years ago that I started appreciating it.
I cared what I ate and what went into my body.
I was horribly sick the entire pregnancy.
I only gained 17 pounds...
I didn't mind walking around with my belly hanging out.
It was socially acceptable.
I loved my body, just not how sick I was.
My body was growing a baby.

After I had my boy, my distorted body image didn't come back.

I embraced the stretch marks I had.

The belly that hung over my pants, my even bigger boobs!

Slowly it melted away.

I still have a belly, but with a lil spanx, it gets smoothed out.

The girls, well, I think they're here with me for the long haul;)

and I'm okay with that.

I still care about what goes in to my body. Not in an obsessive way.

There is no way I could count calories. Or say I can't eat that, its too fattening!

I know what I should eat. What works with my body

Sure, there are days when I crave a burger and fries, but I don't eat the whole thing.

Im going thru a tough time right now.

Ultimately brought on by myself.

When Im stressed I don't eat.

I know Im losing weight.

Friends have brought it up.

My mom has brought it up.

I told my mom that when I look in the mirror I see a skinnier person and I hate it.

She says when she looks in the mirror she sees a fatter person.

My mom is in no way fat, at.all!

She runs 5 miles a day,

and eats better than anyone I know

Curves are sexy to me.

I come from a mexican family.

Skinny looks good in a bikini, sure.

Do I get jealous when I see skinny girls, yeah!

But, I like how I fill out my clothes.

I like my curves.

I like how when I walk or dance, I can shake what I got.

Could I tone my stomach?

Heck yes!

but, I would want to do that without losing my hips, butt and boobs tho.

I love me...
Again, this is only about me, my body image.

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