Transitional Phase - Winter to Summer

Here we are again, meeting face to face with spring. It should be a joyous time, and in fact, it is at first. But then the meek realization that we (our bodies) are not prepared for such "exposure" after the long hibernation seems to hit us below the belt. As I was walking the other day I had a thought (maybe a twitter, for some of you): An average body is okay, an okay body is good but a great body is what we all want. So gorging on pasta and ice cream all winter wasn't the ideal diet. Hey, I know, I won't do diets. Not in my vocabulary. Eating right, well that's hard too.

Dietary concerns aside, there is my biggest issue - which begins and ends with hair. From top to bottom ladies...could we possibly be related to bigfoot? And even if you shave you end up getting all those itchy red bumps because you go and cover up that crappy shave job (the kids were yelling for you after all) with a pair of jeans that you know are too tight for you (only because all your sweats are in the wash). This goes on all winter with the legs, armpits and the dreaded bikini area which can just go to hades for all I care.

I think what I'm trying to say is...um, let's start a revolution? No, I'm not french and I've seen the look on my husband's face when he sees one of those lovely natural ladies lift their arm to catch a taxi. Maybe, after all, I do it all for him. Ha ha ha, who am I kidding. I've been married too long to care what he thinks most of the time (unless he agrees with me). Let's face it ladies, a clean shaven leg is a beautiful thing. It's smooth and shiny and makes you wanna put on a pair of shorts even if it's 35 degrees out. And one thing I'm partial to is the way it feels when you slip into a freshly made bed at night. As opposed to that "sleeping on a bed of nails" feeling.

So out with the revolution, I say we pool together and get a government grant to supply the hardworking housewives of the county with high quality shavers. The kind we stare at for 10 minutes before picking up the 50ct value pack of single blade lady bics for $2. Yes, I can see it now, no nicks, no shaving in between shaving, no bloody bathtub and towels. But just for good measure I would still buy the lady bics because I have a teenage daughter and you have to start somewhere (hey, I did).

Until next time....

Meet the Family

These are my other children. Rampage is our
Maine Coon who just turned 1 recently. The
"twins" as we call them are Machida and Silva.
All saved from the Two Harbors animal shelter.

These are my waterbabies: Andrew, Marisa and Tristen

There was suppose to be more, but I am having a heck of a time with the layout coming out right on these suckers. I have to stop now before my computer files domestic violence on me. I'll figure it out eventually.

W is for Weekends

Anybody who's a housie knows that a woman needs to break away from the usual bump and grind every now and again. That includes, but is not limited to, getting out of the house...a break from the kids...or refusing momentarily to do any housework. So from time to time I will be posting a weekend wrap-up to let everyone know how I handle this delicate situation.

Friends: an important part of life if you want to stay sane. My husband and I got an unexpected invite to go smelting on Friday. How could we resist! We've never been and anything that involves sitting on the beach with a campfire and talkative friends is too tempting to resist. Oh, for those of you who don't know what smelting is...it's a bunch of dudes in waders standing around at the mouth of a river with long nets waiting for little silver fish to magically jump in so they can later bite the heads off and batter fry the suckers. So Miss Nikki and I made some new friends and had a blast being Superior beach babes (meaning, you're not in a bikini, but rather a parka).

Ahhhh, home to relax with the husband. That was Saturday's chore, though not much of a chore. That reminds me, this is where the failure to complete household tasks comes into play. Who wants to do dishes when they can watch movies with their best man all day? If I'm really lucky - and rub two sticks together - one of my kids will do the dishes for me. It happened Sunday and I didn't even have to rub two sticks together! Thank you my wonderful Marisa because I didn't have to ask let alone BEG. Sunday was also family movie afternoon. Unfortunately, my oldest daughter was babysitting so she didn't get to chill with us. We watched the Fantastic Mr. Fox, which was shot in stopmotion style so I loved it. Not to mention it's based on the book by Roald Dahl, who has a bizarre sense of humor.

That was my weekend in a nutshell...until next time...

About Me

So this is my first blog. Don't really know what I'm doing but thought I'd take a stab at it since I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway. I'm a wife of nearly 13 years and a mother of 3 so I've been doing this for a while. My husband is a plumber and the one true love of my life not to mention my best friend. My kids are beautiful and talented but what mom doesn't say that??? My favorite household chore is vacuuming; I wish I had one of every floor of my house. My least favorite is washing dishes. My daughters are 13 and 8 (next week) and my son is 11 so they have their designated chores which the girls love to argue with me about. Not my Andrew, he just does it without even having to be told usually. The only thing that boy argues with me about is taking baths...what is it with boys and bathing, it's not like they're cats or something. Oh yes, and the cats! I have 3 and they are all named after UFC fighters (my idea, not my husbands shockingly). They follow me around while I complete my mundane housewifey tasks and listen to me sing terribly to myself. Sometimes I throw the smaller ones up in the air and pretend that they like it. You'll find I have a bizarre sense of humor and that's the way I like it. My kids give me strange looks, my husband and sometimes my friends. I don't think my friends know what kind of look to give me sometimes. A friend of mine came up with the idea of the Real Housewives of Lake County, which is located on the North Shore of Lake Superior in Minnesota. I'm located somewhere between sleepy little Silver Bay and the roughneck Finland. So lets see how this blog thing goes for me and my housewife life.