Archive - August 2010

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Wait…That May Not Be Chocolate
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Trippin’
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Just Blew In From Michigan and Boy Am I FAT!
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If The Shoe Fits, Wear It… Unless People Make Fun Of You

Wait…That May Not Be Chocolate

Know what pisses me off? Running to the bathroom after filling a shriveled bladder with vast amounts of green tea only to find somebody (I won’t mention any names, but she’s blonde and lives in my house) has peed on the seat. You frantically grab a wad of toilet paper to mop up the mess so you can take your rightful spot on the throne, but your bladder has already started the downloading process. It’s that whole Pavlovian thing in action. So you wet your pants. And for no good reason. It’s not like you were having fun and laughing so hard you peed a little. Sorry. I’ve got pee on the brain, so to speak. These days our household is consumed with pee. And poop. We’re in the midst of potty training booty camp. DS was fully potty trained by the age of two. It took a week. I used a cleverly organized sticker system and Potty Champ reward chart. I was the one who deserved a reward…for super stellar parenting. Seriously? I was a fool. DS was just a good pee-er. It had nothing to do with me. At all. My daughter has made that abundantly clear. She’s[…]

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Trippin’

  I love everything about traveling; the logistics and planning ahead, stumbling upon something new and unexpected, exploring the unknown. I used to travel a lot in my single days. It was carefree and liberating. Those days seem to be over now. At least until our children are older. Taking a trip with kids is a lot different than traveling solo. There’s a whole new set of concerns and elements to consider. As we drove along the highway this summer on our family vacation, I had time to reflect (thank god for dvd players and stacks of Disney movies) about my favourite trip of all. It was an experience that both terrified and thrilled me. It was one of those soul changing, life shaping adventures that you never forget. This post is more of a personal scrapbook page than an actual blog entry, so please excuse the indulgence. I wanted to preserve some of my favourite pictures online…just in case. As I was looking through my old travel albums, I came across a poem I wrote. It’s corny and an amateur effort, but it makes me smile. Here it is….with pictures. Oh What A Long Strange Trip It’s Been ~[…]

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Just Blew In From Michigan and Boy Am I FAT!

Hi blog. It’s me, Lisa. I’ve missed you. I’m sorry if you’ve felt neglected. It’s the summer though so cut me some slack. I meant to stop in. I even planned in my head what I was going to say to you. But then I’d get distracted and wander off, most likely in the direction of something salty or deep fried or chocolately or beery. Hence my fat ass. Seriously. My pants are straining to keep all of me held in. In June, I had visions of getting ripped this summer and sporting my beach body all over town. Instead, the only thing ripped is my too tight pants. Why didn’t anyone warn me that chips and beer are fattening? At least I still have ice-cream. That’s healthy right? It’s just milk. Have you ever seen a fat cow? Oh crap. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I’m back from vacation. Ever been to a Chihuahua wedding? I have and Imma gonna tell you all about it. Soon. But right now…. I have to get this booty on a treadmill! (Hey Jen, does that saying ring a bell? LMAO!)… Sigh. Wouldn’t it be great if you could actually[…]

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If The Shoe Fits, Wear It… Unless People Make Fun Of You

Despite what you may have heard, I love shoes. There was a time way back in the day when I wore stylish heels, strappy sandals and cool Espadrilles. These aren’t so bad, are they? My chiropractor thinks they’re hot.   Then I left my job and stayed home to care for our daughter. Heels gave way to flip flops and Birkenstoks. Gotta love a birk…the way they mold to my feet, even with socks (only around the house, I swear) they’re like a second, tougher, more hippy lovin’ skin. I love them to my very sole/soul. And listen here shoe divas with your stilettos and killer calves, it’s sad that you will never know the pedial joy of Croc flip flops.  I also love my Uggs. Both pairs. I give my Uggs huggs whenever I’m feeling blue. What can I say? I’m a sucker for comfort. Though I admit after witnessing ladies who rock their hot heels, I wonder if I should give more consideration to the image my shoes project? I’m just not convinced that foot fashion is worth the price of swollen, blistered, achy feet. While doing some serious sole searching (Literally. I can’t find my other Ugg slipper[…]

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