Summer Fun

I love to shop.
I do, I love to try things on, to look, to judge, to find the PERFECT bargain. I love it.
I also love to swim. Put me in the water and I am at home, comfortable, exercising, floating, it is joy.

Something that I don't love though, that is an evil necessity to the aforementioned activities, is shopping for a swimsuit.

Why oh why must this be so difficult? It's just a bit of material, arm, leg and head holes and wa-lla, swimsuit! Oh no, it must involve many many trips to the dressing room in at least three different stores, mirrors that showcase(emphasize) your "qualities" and at least one "WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING WALKING AROUND IN PUBLIC WITH THIS BODY!! SOMEBODY STOP ME!!" Yeah, that's how it goes.

Target, Walmart, Kmart and Kohls all had their chance to wooo me into something shapely, flattering, and water worthy and failed, miserably. Taking a three year old along might have added to my haste, but it didn't change the fact that my (ahem) size women need certain comforts when floating free. They do not include metal rings/loops/or other assorted bling placed squarely in the chest area, a neckline that stops just above the belly button, or colors that outshine the sun.

One suit I tried on had a lot of promise, it's tag stated specifically that I would appear 10lbs thinner, instantly! How could that not be good? I tried it on fully expecting a small lipo machine to begin sucking the fat from my pores, naturally what else would I expect? How else could I look 10 lbs thinner while standing there practically nude, well except for the thin layer of spandex & nylon? I ask you HOW??
Nothing nearly so dramatic happened, it fit, it covered, I turned to view the back and it sagged, sadly so. I took (inherited) something from my Grandma S., her lack of a back-side, no Jay-lo issues here, nope, quite the opposite in fact. Thanks Grandma:)

In the end Ross turned out to be THE store. With exactly two onepiece suits in my size I tried them both on and found a winner!
I fully expect this suit to last me at least two if not three swimsuit seasons so that this kind of "necessary evil" shopping can be avoided for as long as possible!

Dads

HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!

Age

I'm exactly 10 times older than Damen, for another day.
Dustin is 12 times older than him, for a few more weeks.
I am not a fan of getting older.

From the mouths of babes

So every sunday I have the pleaseure of teaching some sweet five year olds. The things they say each week are usually silly or unusual, but today was special!

One little boy told me this story:

This guy keeps calling us over and over and over! His name's Steve Poison-er and my mom just has to hang up on him! (the story was very dramatic) Over and over and over again! Ya know what I think? I think Steve Poison-er is a blockhead!


The closing prayer, said by a little girl included this plea:

And please bless that no one dies. So we can all get baptized when we turn eight.


What a lovely, memorable Sunday!




(Steve POIZNER is running for Gov. of California)

Baby? Where!

No, not here, not anymore.

Damen's not a baby.

There, I said it, maybe one day I'll believe it. He's three, almost four. He used to be a baby, but now he's closer to something else. Something new, maybe exciting and wonderful, but I miss my baby.

When did this even happen? Wasn't I looking, paying attention? Well of course I was, I just didn't notice it until it was too late, he's a big boy now. (sigh) I miss my baby. . .