Hello to you all! I have to start off by saying we must all pray for the people in Haiti. This is yet another catastrophic event that has happened to such a delicate, fragile country. If you want to donate and do not know how to make a small donation that can help in such a BIG way to this country, simply text "haiti" to the number 90999 on your cell phone and $10 will immediately be added to your phone bill with all proceeds going to the relief efforts in Haiti. You can confirm this info on redcross.org.
With that said, it makes blogging right now seem so trivial, and boy does it keep things in perspective for me. I will keep my blog shorter this week.
Let me start by first addressing the statement I made while getting a massage with my girlfriend Tiffany. When I stated that Tamra's wig party was fun since it was all girls because when the boys are around we have to be 'perfect' - this is one of the many times that what I MEANT didn't come out the way it was suppose to. Ladies, we ALL KNOW that when it's JUST GIRLS around, we can let our hair down, talk 'girl talk', and just be girly. For those of you concerned that I am not myself around my husband, let me reassure you that as much time as I spend with my family, I am 100% myself around him. All I meant by the wig party is that it was all women, and I doubt very much that party would have had the same energy had boys been in the mix. It would have still been fun, but I'm not sure Tamra would have been pouring tequila shots to the winner if the boys had been present. Oh wait a minute, yes she would have!! It's TAMRA!!
This week we had the slumber party at Vicki's house. What a fun idea! I love doing things outside of the box. However, I knew as a mother of three little ones, my hiney would be going home at the first sign of sleeping bags being unrolled! I honestly thought the other women would be spending the night. Funny how things wind up. I was very disappointed in how the first scene of the evening is me talking about how Jim "doesn't know where bowls are, or spoons are, or doesn't change dirty diapers." I laughed at this scene, but I feel it didn't come across the way I intended it. I arrived at the party and the girls asked me if I was staying the night. I told them no because I had to get home. They wondered why I wasn't staying, so I elaborated on how I needed to get home for the kids. (Remember that I have three kids under three years old.) This is where I make the comment about Jim not knowing where the bowls and spoons are. The fact is that my husband is not a chauvinist, he knows where the bowls and spoons are. He works very hard outside of the home to provide our family with the lifestyle we have, thus I spoil him inside the home. That was simply my point. He doesn't change diapers, and I don't change oil! Hahaha. This works for us.