Friday Fragments and Favorite Song Friday!!

I've added a new twist to my Friday Fragments called Favorite Song Friday. I have like a bazillion gagillion favorite songs so each Friday I will add one to my Friday Fragments post.

I love Kathy Griffin and despise hate Elisabeth Hasselbitch Hasselbeck. Kathy was on the view earlier this week and I lost it when I watched the segment with Kathy Griffin, the entire interview which lasted about 15 minutes with one commercial break was priceless, not only because Kathy is so funny but because you could tell Elisabeth was doing everything she could not to strangle Kathy. You could tell 30 seconds into it that Elisabeth did not want to be there, she stared off into space, everyone else was losing their shit over Kathy because she is freaking HILARIOUS, but not Elisabeth, she was stoned face the entire time. Here is a clip from where it got very entertaining with Elisabeth. I'm sure if you'd like to see the entire interview you can find it on You Tube, but I just wanted this moment.



I have been doing Yoga, I used to do it before Davis was born and forgot how much I like it.

We are hosting Fathers Day on Sunday at our house. I hope it is a nice day!!

I need to stop getting two McD's Frappes each week, bad, bad, bad. I really need to treat myself once a week instead of twice. Oops!

My husband surprised me last weekend when we went to Lowe's to buy potting soil, I was obsessing over which Petunias I wanted off the clearance rack (love clearance plants) and he was shouting at me from the other end of the plant area. I walked over and he was standing in front of the white PVC fences. I said "why are you standing here?" He said back, "well, don't you want one?" I said "yes but you keep telling me no, so stop teasing me" and I started walking away. He said, "no stop, come back I'm serious, which one do you want?". I almost fell over. I've only been bugging for a white PVC picket fence for 5 years now. We picked one out and about $200 later I have a gorgeous white picket fence in front of our house :o) I am loving it!! It looks so amazing with our new white shutters, now we just need to pick out a new white garage door and it will tie it all in. I have to finish working on my plants in the front yard. We are taking a perennial garden out of our backyard which is why our yard looks like trash but most of those plants are going elsewhere. Some in front of the fence, some in the bed right outside the front door and others will go out front near the road where my hubby is creating a new bed for me. I'll post pictures later after the work is complete.

And I know you have been waiting for my song pick this week. I am posting a current Top 40 hit, I know, so unlike me. I cannot believe it isn't a tune by the Police, Cyndi Lauper or the Rolling Stones either. Anyways, I just love this song and get happy every time I hear it come on the radio. Click below and it will take you to the song.

Soul Sister, by Train

Daddy's Little Helper

Ugly Face Davis - mad we wouldn't let him play with the drill

BW3s Got It Right, Why Can't You??

Who hates the lighting in fitting rooms???

I know every single one of you are raising your hands high in the air.

We had lunch at BW3s today and I used the restroom which had dim lighting. Mood lighting if you will.

I looked really good in the mirrors even though my belly is a little poochey and my arms are a little flabbier than they used to be.

I mean, I was "almost" hot again.

I've decided that all fitting rooms need to take it from BW3s and get the same lighting. Booze would be helpful too, you'd sell more clothes.

Think about it, the Bar Boutique. High dollar fashions, flowing alcohol and dim lighting in the fitting rooms, hell put in some black lights and just think of what you'd sell.

Everyone looks good in black lights.

I remember going to the clubs back in the day, they all had black lights, who cares if you get sloppy drunk, puke and ruin your makeup. NOBODY and I mean NOBODY looks bad in black lights.

I have to go to Lowes and buy some black lights, for my house.

Friday Fragments (one day late)

I have been wanting a better lightweight stroller, everything else I push seems like junk because the Bugaboo has me spoiled. I am patiently awaiting the arrival of my Maclaren Techno XLR in Black and Champagne. I bought it from Gilt Groupe, I love this site, they offer amazing deals on everything you can imagine.

I am addicted to McDonalds Frappes, I have been getting 2-3 per week. I need a 12 step.

Davis is trying to talk, the last 2 days he has been a babbling machine. He also has 4 new teeth, yep, that is right we are fabulous parents and totally missed our son getting 4 molars in. We had to see the ENT yesterday for a follow up to his laryngomalacia and when the nurse went to look in Davis' throat she goes "Oh Look, he has 4 of his molars" We said, WHAT?? I said that would explain the drool rash on his face!

I successfully walked the dog and pushed Davis in his stroller this week for the first time. Usually Jeff and I go together at night and one of us pushes the stroller and the other walks Maizy, but I thought I can do this alone and I did and Maizy was so good. We will be doing this regularly.

What Pregnancy Did to My Body

I'm not saying I'd take back having a child, so let's get that straight now. But let's all be honest here, if you have had a kid you know what happens to your body and it can make you a little sad, unless your super woman or Pam Anderson or can afford thousands of dollars of plastic surgery.

Case in point. My boobs. What happened to my perky 34C's?? Where did they go?? I guess they went to pre-baby boob heaven. I have been left with what I describe as a limp water balloon, shifting off towards my armpit boobs. I went from a 34C to a 36B?? Hmmmmmm, so they shrunk. I got fatter and my boobs got smaller. It was all awesome until I quit breastfeeding, I thought, wow they didn't change. HA!!! What a sick joke! Within days of stopping breasfeeding I was left with these.

I'm saving my change for a boob job. Dr. Rey, here I come.

Now that I think about this I should totally write to Dr. 90210 and beg to be in the show for a free boob job.

I just ordered a racerback bra from VS in 36B, yay!! But I'm happy about this, why?? Because my pre-baby bras fit funny, my boobs fall out, my shirts look bad because my bras fit terribly, so here's to looking better!

Friday Fragments

I had my brows waxed today, the day spa I go to has a plastic surgeon's office next door (they own the day spa). I inquired about the cost of Botox, yep, I'm serious about it too. I noticed the lines between my brows stay when I frown, I do not like it one bit. Cost per unit is $13 and I'd need between 20 and 50 units, probably only 20 since my frown lines are barely there. I am really, really, really considering it.

I bought Davis a pair of Crocs *sigh*. I will admit I own a pair of Crocs for myself, I don't really wear them in public though so I was sure I'd never buy a pair for Davis. He refuses to wear "real" shoes though so the next best thing to soft shoes is Crocs, well in my mind they are, so I bought them. Best $24.99 I've ever spent, he loves them, he allows me to put them on his feet, when they are on he doesn't throw himself onto the floor kicking and screaming. Ugly Shoes = Happy Davis and Happy Mommy.

My husband brought home Mexicali dip from the deli tonight, yummy!! I hope I don't eat it all in one sitting.

I have the hiccups.

I bought a gigantic box of Huggies at Costco, they were alright, but I'm glad the box is almost done. It was the first time I've tried Huggies. I'm going back to Pampers.

I got an email from one of the baby stores I've bought from, it said call for deals on older model Bugaboo strollers. Lord Help Me!! I really want an older model Bee, a 2008 or 2009, but they didn't have any left. I need another Bugaboo stroller like I need a hole in the head.

What? I'm not pretty anymore you skinny bitch

I'm walking past the Coach store at the local mall today, I spot a skinny PYT (pretty young thing). I thought she was foreign so I got nervous. She quickly turned around and walked the other way. Now before you get mad at me for calling her "foreign", let me explain. Our mall is full of random kiosks operated by foreigners peddling their hair straigtening irons, fancy combs that make your hair look like you live in Hollywood, nail files that make your nails all shiny, hand lotion, fake hair pieces, you get the idea. If you make any sort of eye contact with these people they suck you in. I NEVER make eye contact with them, yet they still manage to jump out in front of me and in their barely able to speak english accent, ask me the last time I curled my hair or had my nails done. I always give them my best evil eye, say no thanks and run away while continuing to be chased by them until they give up and realize I don't want their shit. Okay, I totally got off the subject but I really hate those fuckers.

Anyways, back to walking by the Coach store. PYT is standing at her kiosk, she turns towards me, like she is going to ask me something and quickly walks away. Sweeeeeet I think to myself, I avoided her!!! I just knew she was going to try and massage my hand with her crappy lotion. But wait, she didn't have lotion, she has a sign at her booth, something about modeling. Then I hear her say to another PYT walking out of the Coach store, "Are you interested in modeling?" What, what, what, what??? Hey!!!! I used to be a PYT. So I had a kid, my boobs are like limp water balloons, my ass looks like it came straight out of Jersey, I might need a slight tummy tuck, a little Botox, maybe some Restalyne and a hell of a good plastic surgeon, but I was hot, once. That PYT took one look at me and turned away. It must have been the wet hair, that is not hot. Maybe it was my lack of makeup, also not hot. Maybe it was the fact that my bra strap was peeking out of my tank top or maybe it was my flabby arms. I think I need an uppper arm tuck too.

But, I had a KID last year, does that PYT even know what the hell I did today? I was up at 4:30 a.m. with a 15 month old who was ready to party, we watched cartoons, had breakfast (my kitchen floor wore most of it), I cleaned that kitchen floor, went on a 45 minute walk around the 'hood, came home, took a quick shower, packed our stuff for swimming lessons, loaded up the car, went to swimming lessons, lifted that 23 lb., 15 month old about 50 times up and down in that pool, got us both dressed after swimming and let me tell you dressing an active 15 month old is a workout, came home, cleaned my entire house, scrubbed two bathrooms, did 3 loads of laundry, took another shower, went to the mall to find the 15 month old Crocs (that is another post, Crocs, WTF?), did not get asked if I wanted to model by a PYT.

Wonder what PYT does with her spare time? Last night she probably went to the club, got drunk, went home with a random guy, woke up next to random guy, thought WTF am I doing and then went to the mall to ask other PYTs if they want to model. I'm starting to think she was a prostitute looking for other prostitutes and now I'm glad she didn't ask me if I wanted to "model".