Welcome to my life..my family..my world..unedited.

I’ve always been a low maintenance kind of girl.  Never super girly; jeans and a t-shirt, bare bones makeup, hair done, sneakers.  After I had Matt, I was still the same.  After Preston, well, things have gone downhill.
I like to drive with all my windows open on nice days – I don’t mind the windblown look.  But here’s the thing, it used to be I would never get out of my car without at least checking my face and hair in the rearview mirror.  The other day I was out and about and once I got back into my car it dawned on me that I had never once looked in the mirror.  Luckily, I didn’t have a bird nest for hair, but still! The possibility of looking a complete wreck and having no clue was very real.
Today, we were at the local waterpark and not once did I worry about what my hair looked like while we were playing, nor did I worry about what people would think of my sadly out of shape body as I walked around in my swimsuit.
There are apparently some benefits to being even lower maintenance than I was even before I had kids! …

Ok, let me just first say this – while I understand there is much sadness in the world that Michael Jackson died, I am not on that bandwagon.  Yes, I loved his music when I was young, even had a poster of him in my bedroom that my brother teased me mercilessly about.  But he became a horrible person, in my opinion.  Allegations, truths, whatever, my image of him was changed permanently years ago.  Any grown man who says that he thinks it’s ok to sleep with, to have little boys in his bed, whether his child or not, so that he can “love” them? Well, that makes me want to vomit.  You can use what ever excuse you want – his horrible father, bad childhood, lack of childhood, whatever, but in my eyes there are no excuses.  He may have been the King of Pop in his day, but he died a broken, sick man.
And the fact that it took him dying for people to buy cds and remember that they liked his music? Well, that’s just wrong too. Setting up shrines? Calling him an idol and a hero? I’m not in the music business, and I certainly don’t …

Messing around with my blog again.  Apparently, the 9,235 other things I want/need to do aren’t as important as this!

If you’ve ever seen Inside The Actors Studio on Bravo, then you’re familiar with the questions that James Lipton uses.  My favorite question of his is actually What is your favorite curse word? because I think it’s awesome that these highly acclaimed actors/actresses favor the F word.
James Lipton starts at the beginning…where were you born…what is your mom’s name …what is your dad’s name…any brothers or sisters.  He asks about school, how they got started, etc.  The stories are always enjoyable… I really like learning about celebs and knowing that they all come from the same place as us regular folk.
Answering these questions has taken me a long time… I think I was looking for some magic, life-long answers, but then it occurred to me, these answers will change, probably a lot over the years, so I might as well go with my first instincts and then redo this post yearly!
1) What is your favorite word? Mommy! (said with excitement and happiness)

2) What is your least favorite word? MOMMY (said with whining or crying)

3) What turns you on? Laughter
4) What turns you off? Distraction
5) What sound/noise do you love? my boys laughing
6) What sound/noise do you hate? my …

I love that my boys are older and we don’t have to leave the house with 437 pounds of crap to go out for an hour. I love not having a diaper bag, formula, food, toys, clothes, blankets and all of the other junk that goes hand in hand with infants. Preston still has no interest in wearing underwear, so we do still have diapers and while it’s annoying, so is potty training, so I’m ambivalent right now.
Matt had his first concert last night – he wore a shirt and tie at his own request and looked so damn grown up that I could have cried and signed him up for prep school at the same time. Preston is counting and talking so well and knows all his colors and is doing great with his letters; ready for preschool in the fall (you know, if he decides to use the toilet before then). Rarely do either of them sleep silently through the night (unless they are both in the big bed), but for the most part, they are fantastic, independent little boys.
And everybody still wants to know when we’re going to try for a little girl.
We blow them off, …