my ladies
in the midst of twin-assistance, i was given an evening off duty to catch up with two of my greatest girlfriends here in jacksonville. these two amazing women know my heart and my soul in ways that words cannot quite capture, and spending time with them was priceless.
women need women.
myself and the lovely jules
the fantastic roisin and the lovely jules
me and roisin
i love you both… more than you know.
oktoberfest: a whale of a tail
so this was my first official oktoberfest… acknowledging the fall harvest. sure, i’ll acknowledge you. your fall harvest, your delicious beers. i’ll buy a fantasticly hippie-esque scarf and jewelry to support your efforts towards building a better, more holistic world. (and by gawd you are a gorgeous scarf!)
sure. no prob.
you have legit hefeweizen, i’ll be there.
don't worry. magoo has apple juice.
and so, to oktoberfest we went…
we witnessed REAL kettle corn be made and poured into enormous bags for purchase…
NOM NOM NOM
we enjoyed our company.. the locals who came out to partake in the festivities…
and it was at this point in our afternoon when i said “take a picture of this chick’s thong…”
incase you missed the first pic
and paul said “oh… whale tail.”
i said “whuuuuut?” ready to beat his ass for referring to a woman as fat… large… not a size 2.
he said, “no no, like think of the shape of the whale’s tail before it gets ready to dive. ”
“oh, right right!!!” and i got it, i soooooo got it.
i mean, how do you NOT get THAT!?!??!
needless to say… out first family oktoberfest was successful in all ways… hippie purchases were made, many delicious brews were consumed, and we learned the power of the whale tail.
oktoberfest = success
whale-tail whuuut?
dude, i so got this.
the magoo is all mine for the weekend. with paul out of town for work and mom back home in atlanta, i am officially entirely responsible for the little dude… every diaper change is mine, every meal is mine, every second of every minute of every hour of every day until monday evening, the magoo is mine.
spoiled me has not had jackson by myself, overnight for multiple nights since he’s been born.
24 hours in to this adventuresome weekend, i find myself bowing down to you single parents and only parents. i also find myself wanting a vacation… LIKE RIGHT THE HELL NOW.
i will not shower today (nothing new there)… i will most likely not watch football today seeing as the magoo prefers other television programs… and i sure as hell will not be shaving my legs for the next 2 days (i’m disgustingly excited about that part).
i gotta get creative, inventive, and keep the magoo distracted as much as possible, especially because he’s going through a “daddy is my favorite” phase right now. uber fun for me!
i’ve actually considered taping pictures of celebrities faces over pictures of my husband’s face so that the magoo stops pointing and saying “mah daddy, mah daddy, MAH DADDY!!!!”
pretty sure i could get creative with some celebrity crushes and their pictures…
i’m really trying to not get all wigged out about this. people do this all the time, right? it’s not really THAT BIG of a deal, right? (humor me please).
some parents sleep in their clothes *ahem* matt… and yeah, it’s kind of a brilliant thing, sleeping in one’s clothes. it totally cuts out that whole dance you have to do consisting of getting yourself dressed while holding your child because your child is a maniac and to him getting dressed = going somewhere in the “vroom vroom” and the anticipation of a possible outing induces the spastic circular happy dance where he spins himself until he finds some way to hurt himself and you have to hold him so that he doesn’t do this spastic circular happy dance resulting in injury but he still squirms and kicks and head-butts you while you try to just get your damn jeans on.
eff that man, i’ll sleep in my jeans thankyouverymuch.
so it is quite possible that i will sleep in my clothes this weekend, go without showering, and have the legs of a sasquatch…
i know, i know… you’re all just wishing you could spoon with me and my hotness. one at a time please. one at a time.
Have a Sip
