I just got back from Lake Havasu where I spent 5 days on a big boat doing nothing, stressing about nothing, thinking about NOTHING! It was a beautiful 5 days. But one more day, and I would have looked like this...
...and that's never good. My youngest daughter went with me for the first 4 days and then her sister joined us for the last day and night. Look at my little cutie - she's turning into such a big girl...
Alright, now a confession...and this one is sure to win me Mother of the Year for the 17th straight year in a row. It even beats the time I let my little girl walk around on a broken leg for three days, and the time I didn't realize that her hand was broken the first time until she broke it the second time a month later. Yeah, this is a good one. In my last post, ya know how I mention that the girls and I kind of have a song that means something to the three of us? Well, my girls have always said they wanted to get the word STAND tattood on them somewhere. Yeah, what is it with kids today and tattoos? Don't they realize they're permanent? These are little people who don't realize one day they'll have to get A JOB! Well, I broke down - big time. We all got 'em. Yup, even I am the proud owner of a brand new - permanent - tattoo that says Stand. I know, I know! But I got sucked into the whole bonding thing with my babies. And it's on my foot, so hopefully shoes will cover it. But why couldn't anyone have warned me that it was going to hurt like a mother??!! It's supposed to be a purple-y chrome-ish color, but it just looks red because no one told me it was gonna bleed!
So if you're watching the news tonight, watch for the story about the crazy mom who got arrested for letting her 13-year-old daughter get a tattoo! Then come bail me out.
5 comments:
First of all, that chicken looks vaguely familiar...in a beer-butt chicken sort of way.
Secondly, that 'little' girl of yours is looking SO grown up and beautiful!! I mean, she's always been beautiful, but tell her to knock it off with the growin' up stuff. Enough already!
And lastly, but certainly not leastly....dude, you got a tattoo!!
I think it's awesome. I'm proud of you.
I think it's awesome. It's something they'll remember for the rest of their lives...and it means something to ALL of you!
Shit, I got my belly button pierced when I was 18 and my mom cried for a week because I "pierced my lifeline to her."
Holy crap. That's a big deal! Honestly, not sure how I feel about it...cool and disturbing all at the same time! Glad you're back. You've been doing this stopping in and then disappearing thing for a while...I'm glad you finally updated!
Hello from an old co-worker. I see you are older but still the same.
Jane! So good to hear from you. How are you? E-mail me, I would love to catch up. :)
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