Showing posts with label Boobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boobs. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Inheritance? Spent it on new boobs.

I carpool/walk pool my older son and two friends to school every other week.  Last week we were in the car and they were arguing over the old "jinxed" thing.  My son and his friend said something at the same time, said "jinx" and then his friend was looking for wood to knock on.

As we were walking to the corner I explained that I thought he had two types of "jinx" confused.  The one he was referring to is the kind where someone "jinxes" you (like a sports announcer) by saying something definitely will or won't happen and then you need to find wood to knock on.  I have to use this technique frequently when my husband says that the plane will NOT crash (have you ever tried to find wood at an airport?  Impossible.).

So the friend was nodding with understanding and as they sauntered into the crosswalk where I am risking my life to stop Jersey traffic for them, I hear my son say, "wow, I guess my mom isn't such an old hag after all."

34 C please.  Nice and perky.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Mama Effin Mia!


I love musical theater.  I love the corniness, the romance, the campy characters and the hope of it.  I never saw Mama Mia on Broadway and hadn't seen the movie until last night at 11:45 in my bed.  My husband has been out of town since November 30th.  When he's gone I kind of lose my mind and do stupid shit like stay up until 1:30 doing whatever I want because I can.  So I started this movie at 11:45.  And it was so, so worth it.

Have you seen it?  Meryl Streep is my hero.  She looks and is amazing in this movie.  She was born in 1949.  1949!!!!  She dances, she sings, she glows in this movie.  Her beauty is so organic it's like it seeps out from inside of her.  I aspire to age like this woman.  Her face is hers.  Her body is hers.  She has not been sculpted into someone else.

There are parts of me I'm not too thrilled with after having children and breast feeding for 4 years give or take.  The pastry bags come to mind.  I toy with the idea of doing something about it someday.  It's such a hard decision and one I would never take lightly.  Especially after seeing Meryl rock it. 

One of the great tragedies of my life is that I was not given the gift of a singing voice.  If my husband was reading this he would say "but you were in a play!"  He loves this line.  Yes, I was in a play or two but that doesn't mean they should have let me sing in public.  I am a ham and can muddle through the acting and dancing part, but the singing is pretty painful.  Oh well.  Meryl did inspire me to go to a dance class today and I'm going to shake this 39 year old butt for all it's worth.