M.M.S The curse

Let me preface this with I should be working out right now.

(this is not me...if it is you...I'm sorry...and where is your best gay friend to tell you to stop it?)

With that said.

My underwear is tight, and you know, if you have been reading my "journals", that I can't bear to have tight underwear.   Most people would just suggest to go buy a larger size.  Not me.  

I refuse.  

I can't do it.  

I don't want to to do it.  

I want things to fit the same all the time, unless it is my bra...then maybe it would be nice for me to have to go get a larger size....but, as all us Mommy's know...the top half gets smaller and saggier as the ass end gets bigger and bumpier.

I have often pondered why this is.

I believe one of the reasons is we eat like crap.

We make breakfast for the kids...

take a few bites...

Make lunch for the kids...

Lick the peanut butter spoon (ok, have a couple of spoons of peanut butter)

swish it down with cold crappy coffee.

Then usually treat ourselves to a stand up lunch of 

whatever is easiest to reach and doesn't need heated up in the kitchen.

I believe it is also because we start buying these:

(this is also not me...I would not be caught dead in that.)

You see, "Juicy" on her ass is one thing...because her other outfit is a Victoria Secrets ensemble and a pair of wings.

"Juicy" on our asses...um, I wouldn't call it juicy...

If you have these pants, get rid of them...and don't donate them, we don't need any street person sporting these either. And PLEASE,please... don't give them to your 13 year old daughter 

(that's another entry).

We start wearing Mom Suits...the outfit of mammas around the world.

Drawstring and elastic stretch so our asses have no restraint.

Hell, I may even stop wearing pantaloons under these things.

Stretchy...

there is no accountability with these.

That is until you try to cram your white self into a bathing suit mid April.

Listen, I'm just saying....

we can conquer the curse of the spreading cheeks if you just stop buying larger underwear.

and those Mamma Mall Suits.

I will be upstairs...

working out in my too tight pantaloons. 

xo 

m

We did some work

As I have stated many times I'm for big projects. Just with a plan. When they start tearing stuff down I have to leave the vicinity. Bobby and Mike the Neighbor tore down the crappy little playhouse so that we could put another little patio in the side yard. He promised if I he took down the playhouse he would give me a tiny water feature to go with the new area. So I said OK.
It took them about 2 hours and it was "free dump day so I did the runs to the dump with the stuff. Now it's all gone and I can start surfing the net for cute easy sitting places.
Saturday, bright and early (before the shed tear down)I made the family get up and drive to Denver to go to the Ballpark Flea Market. I got myself two friendly projects. the first a desk for Olive's room, 40$. Then I got 5 old wooden frames for 40$ I have plans for both, now I need to buy myself some time to get it all done.


This weekend Bobby and I made some yummy lasagna. We have to always make 2 batches because he is a meat eater...me Veg.
His contained the normal stuff including Spicy Italian Sausage.
Mine was a take on Sara Snow's butternut squash lasagna. The only thing about mine was that I needed to cook the squash a bit longer. It was a bit too al dente for me.
We had a enough to freeze for lunches so that is always nice