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If You Talk To Girls In Bars....

...you can end up at the beach almost 13 years later with a family.

You might end up feeding pigs for the delight of small boys.

You might end up with a wife who orders burgers with egg and hashbrown on them. But she also might share it.

But you might also make a friend who also knows that this sign is funny.
But one day, thirteen years later, you might open your eyes, and its not just you and that girl you were talking to in the bar. There are four additional humans.

This is what happens when you talk to girls in bars.

Humans are made.

13 years ago today my husband asked me out on a date.

The rest, is history.

Thanks for asking.

If You Talk To Girls In Bars....

...you can end up at the beach almost 13 years later with a family.

You might end up feeding pigs for the delight of small boys.

You might end up with a wife who orders burgers with egg and hashbrown on them. But she also might share it.

But you might also make a friend who also knows that this sign is funny.
But one day, thirteen years later, you might open your eyes, and its not just you and that girl you were talking to in the bar. There are four additional humans.

This is what happens when you talk to girls in bars.

Humans are made.

13 years ago today my husband asked me out on a date.

The rest, is history.

Thanks for asking.

For My Birthday He Took Me for Ice Cream

At Leopolds.


Did I mention it was in Savannah?



Yeah we loaded up the crew and headed out to Savannah for a whirlwind weekend. We'd never been and I'm fully of WOW after having gone. Savannah is really amazing and I can see why Sherman didn't burn it.

It was just gorgeous. We putzed around a lot, kind of taking in the city and figuring out what it is we'd like to do when we go back. Which given our brood is probably the best idea.

We also went to eat at THE PIRATES HOUSE which is a haunted restaurant with more atmosphere than anything else. We'd seen it on a show, but all the cool tunnels and stuff under the restaurant were closed. We did get to see this though!

We like to to think those aren't real.

The food was kinda MEH. I don't expect to find mudvanes in my kids fried shrimp, just an FYI Pirates House folks. I mean really, if I have to dig out the pooper scooper to eat your shrimp, I'm kinda bleh about you.

The husband and I did try the she-crab soup though, and it was good and sort of interesting.

Our last day was perfect with a trip to Tybee Island, which is about 18 miles east of Savannah. It was such a good time. And we got lucky and had a really warm day so we could even swim that day. That was really unusual for October.

I can't wait to go back. Savannah was awesome.

Of course now I'm sick today. So, I suppose I CAN wait.

But it was a great way to start out my 42nd year. Thanks Hunny. Fantastic surprise.

For My Birthday He Took Me for Ice Cream

At Leopolds.


Did I mention it was in Savannah?



Yeah we loaded up the crew and headed out to Savannah for a whirlwind weekend. We'd never been and I'm fully of WOW after having gone. Savannah is really amazing and I can see why Sherman didn't burn it.

It was just gorgeous. We putzed around a lot, kind of taking in the city and figuring out what it is we'd like to do when we go back. Which given our brood is probably the best idea.

We also went to eat at THE PIRATES HOUSE which is a haunted restaurant with more atmosphere than anything else. We'd seen it on a show, but all the cool tunnels and stuff under the restaurant were closed. We did get to see this though!

We like to to think those aren't real.

The food was kinda MEH. I don't expect to find mudvanes in my kids fried shrimp, just an FYI Pirates House folks. I mean really, if I have to dig out the pooper scooper to eat your shrimp, I'm kinda bleh about you.

The husband and I did try the she-crab soup though, and it was good and sort of interesting.

Our last day was perfect with a trip to Tybee Island, which is about 18 miles east of Savannah. It was such a good time. And we got lucky and had a really warm day so we could even swim that day. That was really unusual for October.

I can't wait to go back. Savannah was awesome.

Of course now I'm sick today. So, I suppose I CAN wait.

But it was a great way to start out my 42nd year. Thanks Hunny. Fantastic surprise.

The One Where I Confess That I'm Not A Cool Mom

There is this misconception, sometimes I find, that I am a "cool" mom.


Please make no mistake.


I am not cool.


I used to have a piercing high on my ear lobe that was given to me by a guy a met in a bar, with full sleeve tattoos and so many piercings that I don't know how he consumed liquid without it all pouring out like a cartoon character.


I met him in a bar and he offered to pierce me.


And I said ok.

But now, I wear Mom jeans, they are too blue. I'm ok with that. I was once spotted across a parking lot because my friends recognized my dark jeans and my too white shoes.

Again, I'm ok with that.

I take you to the fair for your special day, and I make sure we have the cake you want for your special day. And we ride the rides and we feast on the foods that will surely stop our hearts before their times.

But lemme 'splain one important thing.

I'm your mother. I'm not your friend and I'm not your pal. I'm here to keep you alive, safe and happy. In THAT ORDER.

So when you pout because I won't let you ride the rollercoaster that broke down with you on it, I'm not gonna budge. And when you whine about it, I'm going to remember how they wouldn't let you off......and all the visions of my little boy dying were raging through my mind.

And I'm not gonna budge.

Because I'm not cool.

I'm your Mom. And I love you way too much to be cool. I promise you that.

The One Where I Confess That I'm Not A Cool Mom

There is this misconception, sometimes I find, that I am a "cool" mom.


Please make no mistake.


I am not cool.


I used to have a piercing high on my ear lobe that was given to me by a guy a met in a bar, with full sleeve tattoos and so many piercings that I don't know how he consumed liquid without it all pouring out like a cartoon character.


I met him in a bar and he offered to pierce me.


And I said ok.

But now, I wear Mom jeans, they are too blue. I'm ok with that. I was once spotted across a parking lot because my friends recognized my dark jeans and my too white shoes.

Again, I'm ok with that.

I take you to the fair for your special day, and I make sure we have the cake you want for your special day. And we ride the rides and we feast on the foods that will surely stop our hearts before their times.

But lemme 'splain one important thing.

I'm your mother. I'm not your friend and I'm not your pal. I'm here to keep you alive, safe and happy. In THAT ORDER.

So when you pout because I won't let you ride the rollercoaster that broke down with you on it, I'm not gonna budge. And when you whine about it, I'm going to remember how they wouldn't let you off......and all the visions of my little boy dying were raging through my mind.

And I'm not gonna budge.

Because I'm not cool.

I'm your Mom. And I love you way too much to be cool. I promise you that.

The County Fair Rocks My Socks

Any event which starts out with funnel cakes, fresh lemonade and whatever the hell that sandwich is my husband got- RULES. It is some sort of cheese meat peppers thing. Philly Cheesesteak of some sort? I dunno.

It's sloppy. It's calorie filled. And none of it has nutritional value of any sort (except the lemonade which will ward off scurvy thankfully).

We took the oldest boy to the fair as his birthday outing.


It seems like he might be too big for some of the rides though.



Well that's ok because there were still lots of things to like, such as - THE FAN RIDE!

And we went and beheld that the animals and crops were plentiful and there was no need to sacrifice anyone to make sure we all lived through the winter...

And the rides weren't all so boring...I promise...

And even more importantly, there were foods on sticks and fried foods.

Yes, the harvest was good. There will prosperity and health in the coming winter.



And I am thankful.
This last picture is for my friend Prad, who told me to EAT SOME SALAD when I was salivating over what I was going to eat at the fair.
There Prad. Deep Fried Veggies. Does that count?
PS - I didn't eat any - that sounds too close to healthy.

The County Fair Rocks My Socks

Any event which starts out with funnel cakes, fresh lemonade and whatever the hell that sandwich is my husband got- RULES. It is some sort of cheese meat peppers thing. Philly Cheesesteak of some sort? I dunno.

It's sloppy. It's calorie filled. And none of it has nutritional value of any sort (except the lemonade which will ward off scurvy thankfully).

We took the oldest boy to the fair as his birthday outing.


It seems like he might be too big for some of the rides though.



Well that's ok because there were still lots of things to like, such as - THE FAN RIDE!

And we went and beheld that the animals and crops were plentiful and there was no need to sacrifice anyone to make sure we all lived through the winter...

And the rides weren't all so boring...I promise...

And even more importantly, there were foods on sticks and fried foods.

Yes, the harvest was good. There will prosperity and health in the coming winter.



And I am thankful.
This last picture is for my friend Prad, who told me to EAT SOME SALAD when I was salivating over what I was going to eat at the fair.
There Prad. Deep Fried Veggies. Does that count?
PS - I didn't eat any - that sounds too close to healthy.