How to Dance Naked to a Matthew Good Song

Driving home tonight, the sky was clouded and the rain started to fall. Both girls were asleep in the back and I was letting the Ipod shuffle, as it should. The Matthew Good song, Born Losers came wafting into my quiet driving experience. If you know the song, then you know the beat is neither, fast nor slow, heart pounding or melodramatic in nature. 

I thought about how my body my would move, and more importantly who would it move with? Myself, singular on the floor, pulsing to the beat of the crowd around me. With a gaggle of friends, sweaty, shoes sticky from the beer split on the floor. Or with a personal embrace from the decade long partner I share 3 children with? 

No, alone in my car, or while my charges sleep, singing at the top of my lungs, car dancing. My voice cracking as I cannot reach the highest notes. My own trailer trash pedigree showing, as I drive through my nondescript, mono cultural town of 700.  Stripped of all the baggage, commitments and expectations, I have piled onto my life, as nothing is ever enough, or good enough or done well enough. The car lulls into 5th gear, as I feel the tingles of the wheel in my hands. 

I pull into the driveway, I once learned how to ride a bike down, as my children stirred from the end of a long drive, the fixtures of  my life re-attached and normalcy returned, the dance ending until the next extended drive.

This is not a paid review. Drool, Sherri & Good Karma

First, I want to clear the air. This is my first product review, so if I miss any of the important parts, please feel free to let me know. 

I put it out into the Twitterverse, that my then 6 month old was using my breast as a chew toy. Blood, crying and tempers flaring...it was ugly! I received lots of hang in there's, I know what you mean...but one tweet @babyhuggables, said we have this product called a Droolie Boolie. Now if you know me at all, you know I love to shop. But I hesitate at online shopping, because of security reasons (my father is an ex police officer and scarred the day lights out of me about online predators).

I was desperate, the biting had put me on the edge, I mean I am usually close to the end, but this was torture. So I bought it, a Droolie Boolie. Approx 20.00 Canadian and it arrived at my house in 2 days later. I barely got it out of the package and Beckett started to chew to his hearts content. Yes, the saviour of my boobie had arrived.

Here is what the total package looked like.

 But that's not why I was so impressed. Inside the package was a handwritten note, from the owner, Sherri. I am not talking about a "computer generated" handwritten note, this was real. It was a thank you, how to use and basic synopsis about the company. As well, information about other products and a free sample of baby soap. Sherri asked about Beckett and how the teething was going, and it I had any questions, concerns, comment to please let her know. Seriously? I never got a call from VW when I spent 40,000 on a car?

Never in my life had I received such excellent customer service, with such a personal touch. Sherri, knows what good customer service is and that is why I am a repeat customer. I know you are asking yourself..oh yeah she must work for them, or it must have been free...nope and nope. Although if Baby Huggables was in Canada, or needed a Canadian counterpart I would be first in line. This is my first product endorsement, hey you never know at some point in my blogging career I might get paid for it, but right now I am just sending my Good Karma, to Sherri at BabyHuggables. 

Thanks Sherri, for making my small purchase important to you and your company, as well for making my son happy!

Check her out at : http://babyhuggables.com/

Top 10 Reasons I am Excited to Stay Home with My Family this Coming Weekend! Clifford Style!

Top 10 Reasons I am Excited to Stay Home with My Family this Coming Weekend: Clifford Style!

1. Being home with my family makes me feel safe and loved.

2. I can stay in my PJ's, with my hair in a pony and watch cartoons with my kids all day!

3. My parents pamper my kids and I with breakfast, lunch and dinner...country style...ie big portions, lots of laughing, more people than seats at the table, and big desserts!

4. I can twitter, facebook and blog with no one bothering me for 10 minutes at a time or more.

5. I can organize my car, my purse and update my cozi account @ www.cozi.com..so I don't forget to do the things to do on my list of things to do!

6. I can go shopping at Gray's and buy lots of stuff that I really don't need but got a great deal on!

7. Anywhere in town I walk I see someone I know and they ask how my life/husband/children are or they tell me how their life/husband/wife/children are....as well as all the good gossip!

8. In the middle of the night when I wake up, I know I can go into any room in the house and have a conversation, no matter what time, or who's room I go in.

9. My children feel so relaxed and loved here, seeing them in my parents/sisters/brothers/auntuie arms makes the 6 hour drive worth it.

10. I want to go to Blogher '10 with the benefits of sponsorship, please leave a comment..the one with the most comments win...and if you know me you know how much I love to win! PLEASE RT, Facebook, blog, chat this up....Thanks!

My Sister...Chain of Confidence Challenge.

I know. I know everyone has the best sister in the world but let me tell you about how mine inspires me. Being my older sister, she has been my caretaker since the age of the 3. Everything  she did , I did , everything she wanted in pink, I wanted in baby blue and that was the way it was for the first 15 years of my life. My sister had a rough time during school because no one saw her creative side, her dramatic gifts and her singing talents. But most of all no one realized her compassionate side and how she could help others. She opened her first spa in a small town and instantly was recognized as a gifted intuitive. Her word of her talents spread quickly, and a loyal following of clients has made her spa a raging success. Sure, I could tell you about her challenges in life and her divorce but that would no be why she is my inspiration. She in my inspiration in spite of all the challenges she has face not because of them. She has raised a beautiful 10 year old independently and assisted me in delivering all three of my mini mee's. What more could I want from a sister, my inspiration. 

Mamavation, I'm in it to win it!

So this craziest thing happened to me last night at a twitter party. A group of really interesting moms go together and talked about losing weight, OK not just talked about it they developed a network of other moms, experts and gurus to help one mom become the first Mamavation mom. This mom would be the first social experiment of it's kind. And you know as well as I know that there is already one eager beaver out there who has gotten this kick ass posting and will probably win. But you know what? The scale in my bathroom tells me its time to make changes and the Non yummy mummy bathing suit I am wearing tells me it time to stop blaming the last pregnancy.Of course when I was younger, I always got the but you play contact sports so you need to be heavier than the rest of the girls. Really? Cause at 36, when I am making excuses why I don't want to go to weddings and family functions somethings gotta change. This is the first step of many, and if I am not chosen to be the first maybe I'll be the second, or third or I will keep trying until I succeed. Next step video, application and tweet, I am 1/4 of the way there..go mommy go!

This is her, my Andie Pandie, my misunderstood middle child. At this point I had spun her around on that swing 15 times and still she wanted to go faster. I think she was just enjoying the one on one time with Mommy. I worry about her the most, with her sensitive little heart and the way she admires her big sister's every move. She loves her little brother at a distance and gives him pinch, poke or kick when she thinks I am not looking. Out of all, she is the most like her father, in looks and in temperament. She thinks nothing of throwing her clothes across the room because they are not the right shade of purple. Or telling me at the top of her lungs that only ugly people eat green grapes and that after they eat green grapes they poop green, with her hand on her hip and smile on her face. Yes, my Pandie. Her little feelings get hurt so fast that I have a hard time keeping up. She cries the instant she is over tired or feels the slightest hunger pain. I have to be honest and say I lose my temper with her the most and use my lion or teacher voice as my students call it...which in return, reduces her to tears. During the celebration of Father's Day, Andie decided she wanted to buy her Dad a pair of shoes, nope not a tie, or cologne..shoes. I have no idea where the idea come from or why she feels the need to buy him shoes, but on Monday it's off to the mall with Daddy. I did not spend this Father's Day with my Dad, and I miss him dearly...love you Dad! We opened up the cottage and had just an amazing time, the highlight was watching a Mommy turtle lay her eggs. Yes I have seen it a thousand times on TV but never in my 36 years have I witnessed it first hand....we were all in awe of this creature, digging out a nest for it's eggs, then dropping them in the nest (ok a hole) and touching them while puting sand over them. The girls and I said she was giving them one last hug, or nudge so the baby turtles knew they were loved. She worked for almost an hour while we watched place her eggs so carefully. I wondered if she would ever see most of them alive in our lake. Everyone is asleep here, Monday is coming ...fast!

Just like me a Complicated Mama, another great blog from another amazing mama!