Too old to party?

You’re never too old to party. Some activities should be left to the young… or the young-at-heart. I have a great aunt that went skydiving at over 60. I’m still not as adventurous as she.

I had three outings recently that made me question whether I was too old to party, too matronly, or just plain prudish. The first was a brunch with cousins, one of whom is 25. She exclaimed, “I’m old. I’m almost 30!” while feigning disgust. We two elder cousins shared a look. She did not know her audience. She also seemed to forget the chronological order of aging. After 25 comes 26, then 27, and so on before 30. She didn’t make me feel old but wanting to smack those words out of her mouth made me feel like an old curmudgeon.

The next event was a celebration for a friends birthday. It was a civilized Girls’ Night Out. Hibachi at a nice restaurant with cocktails followed by drinks at a nearby pub chain. There was slight debauchery as we revisited an old college favorite—Blow Job Shots! As much fun as we had prodding that joke, I still felt like we were a group of housewives out to have a one-time laugh. It wasn’t a weekly, or even monthly, occurence. Why couldn’t we do this more? Why can’t we go out, shed the Mommy title, and fulfill a few barbarous desires?

Lastly, there was early dinner with a friend. She’s single and able to mingle. I live vicariously through single friends at times. I get a glimpse into what my life would be like if I hadn’t met Hubby. Sometimes I’m fascinated (only to the point of piqued interest), other times I’m grateful not to have to play games anymore.

I like being married and mommy. But I also enjoyed being sexy and single. Now it’s a struggle to bring a bit of the sexy singleton to the matronly mommy lifestyle. Date nights with Hubby help (We go to go to the Doctor Who Fan Screening!!) and I have great friends to go out with, but I am no longer a party girl. I don’t know that I ever was. Now I am a brunching beauty, a dining diva, and loquacious lush. I don’t mind adding these feathers to my hat as they define the woman I am. I am not too old, not too bold, and I love a good party.

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A Reason To Love

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Tonight, my son fell asleep next to me. I chose to ignore the pain in the world for an hour and disconnected myself from everything. Just listened to him breathe. There are parents out there who won’t get to hear their children breathe tonight, much less go to college or speak…

I did the same thing last night. I read to the sound of my son’s breathing. I am so grateful for that sound.

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Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.

Every time this is on my dash, it’s an automatic reblog.

Life. There’s always a way to make it work.

This woman runs PARLIAMENT with a baby in her lap and she’s CLEARLY doing an outstanding job because she’s still there being a total boss two years later, baby still in her lap.

"A baby will destroy your career-"

Really

Are you sure?

Because I’m pretty sure that Licia Ronzulli would laugh at that declaration.

This is so awesome and makes me happy!!! but why is the baby suddenly blonde in the last photo??

I got my first Gwinnee Bee package! It arrived a few days ago and I was too excite to try on the dress.

First Implression: Cute little bee on the tissue paper. The smell of the dress was off. Stale is the only descriptor that comes to mind.

Hubby loved it. I like it a lot. The kid says I look pretty. The girl just followed me around photobombing all my pics.

On to the dress itself:

Animal Print Shawl Collar Dress
Size: 2X
My Current Measurements: 45.5 Bust:43 Waist:51 Hips (I also measured my hips taking the tape under my belly and got a 46. A full pant size less!)

Fit: I felt like I could have had a 1X. The bust was a bit too roomy. It felt like you’d clearly see the ladies if I bent over. Left alone, the deep V is too revealing. It has one small button that reduces this slightly, but an addition button would have helped my busty frame.

I wasn’t sure what to do with the extra long blue string in the front. I couldn’t even see it on the model. I just found a creative way to tie them. I also tried to MacGuyver the top into a sweetheart neckline. With some pins (if I owned this) I could make that work for a night time look.

I gave it a 4/5 stars and re-closeted it in a sixe 1X.

P.S. Please forgive my quaff and my living room. I was sick over the weekend and getting this dress lifted my spirits.

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My TBT (Yes, I’m hopping on the trend) is a scene from Weird Science. It precedes my favorite scene which I couldn’t find on YouTube, the car scene. I watched this recently with the Hubby and had a good laugh. 

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Who’s the 7-year-old?

It’s over the simplest of things. You-said-this and You-said-that arguments abound. I’m spoken to like I’m a child. He is a child. I stoop to his level of argument, so I get treated like a peer instead of like his mother. I don’t know what makes me do it. Delayed adolescence? Why can’t I see that he’s a kid and I should just take what he says as him being just that? Because I’m a kid at heart?

Like a big kid

I’m geeking out right now. Two things has caused this. 1. I’m going to my hometown to see family I haven’t seen in ages. People have gotten married, are pregnant, have bought home, had babies. I cannot wait to see everyone, especially my grandmother, GG. 2. Doctor who is coming!

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Transgender in kindergarten?

Parents of a 6-year-old transgender child supported him through his journey. Raising their child as a girl, he declared that he was a boy. To avoid the future possibility of teen suicide, a statistic that rises amongst trans teens, the family chose to alter his lifestyle to fit his gender identity.

Would you do it? I can see many reasons why and why not.

Why?
Your child’s identity is all they have at this age. Why hinder that?

Your child could change their mind. Why force them to be something they’re no?

To support you child and what they want/ believe. Don’t you want your child to be who they are with your support?

It’s not sexual. It’s who they are and how they identify themselves.

Why not?
They’re too young. How do they know which gender to identify with?

Society will shun them and their family. But which is worse, that or your child living a lie to please a society that cares nothing for him/her?

God made them the way they are. Yes, he did. Inside and out.

I can’t say what I would do if my son or daughter approached me to say that they felt they were the opposite gender. What I hope I’ll say is, “I love you. I support you. I want you to be you and to be happy.”

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Camouflaged Gender

I had a son, then a daughter. As excited as I got about buying little girls’ clothes, I didn’t throw out all the boy clothes. I could have dyed them to be gender specific to a girl or gender neutral at least. But who has time for that? Even if you say that I could’ve done it when I was pregnant, 1. I was pregnant. 2. I had a job. 3. Why should I?

I took my daughter to the doctor in a camouflaged-printed jacket and mentioned how she’d been mistaken for a boy a couple times by strangers. Her reponse: “Well, they do make pink camouflage.”

Seriously? Why do I have to dress my child in the colors that society has decided were gender specific? My nephew’s favorite color is pink. And, no, he’s not 2; he’s a tween. My niece’s favorite color is black. Does this make him feminine and her butch? NO. It makes them kids being themselves. FEMALE SOLDIERS DO NOT WEAR PINK CAMOUFLAGE. Why should my daughter be forced to?

Ladybug reads a bedtime story.

Don’t Poke My Baby

Recently a friend posted his disgust on Facebook regarding the piercing of a one-year-old’s ear(s). He called the parents “shitty” for using their baby as an accessory. This caused another friend to call attention to the tradition of some cultures to do just that.

In this case, the baby in question is male. Some replied that for some bald baby girls, they understood and had even done so with their daughters. We are still on the fence.

I stress the we because it is a decision my husband and I are making together. I know plenty of moms that have gotten their gilrs’ ears pierced without including their husbands in the decision. Even my mother is aghast when I say that I didn’t pierce my daughter’s ears because my husband is against it. As if he doesn’t have a say? But that’s not the point… Where did the ear piercing custom come from? Does it matter? Why do we judge parents that do things we wouldn’t? Where do single, childless people get the nerve to judge parents? You don’t know a person’s situation, customs, or traditions, so how can you judge?