The Hot Wheels Pusher

Well, we had a great weekend! Jesse (my husband) went and saw a local band after we had Paivi down for the night which left my mom and I to drink and play cards until pretty late in the evening. I got my ass kicked but was way ahead in the beginning. So, I can easily place the blame for my pathetic score in the end on the quantity of red wine that was also consumed in those final hands. That helps me sleep better....placing blame on something other than skill and the wine consumption!
Saturday the weather was so pleasant we hung Paivi's new swing in the tree out back and that is where we spent the remainder of the afternoon. She really enjoyed the lovely breeze swishing through her hair and Syd (our dog) was thrilled to assault each foot as it whizzed by her head from underneath the soaring swing. She got kicked a few times but the pain was apparently extinguished by the roaring laughter from Paivi as she was nipped on the toes. I grilled some hamburgers that my husband insisted I shove full of bacon pieces and after a little protesting, I obliged and they were actually very tasty! Every now and then he has a good idea...but don't tell him I said that.

Today "Crazy Aunt Amy" joined us for lunch and a trip to Toys R Us. I am trying to prep Paivi for potty training and was going to check out this doll that is renowned for aiding in the potty training process. The doll has a bottle as part of the package and when you feed the doll her bottle she pees. The child is supposed to witness the process and then grasp the concept of going pee pee. You know, little boys can witness their daddys going pee pee and see how all the equipment works. Needless to say, this is not necessarily the case for mommys and their daughters. Short of me squatting over the sink and keeping her attention long enough for her to observe my morning cup of coffee make it's great escape.....well, I think you get my point. But they were all out of pee pee dolls and although I really have tried hard to not genderize my daughter, the whole time we were strolling up and down the numerous aisles of dolls she was saying "baby? baby? baby?" so we got her a darn baby doll. I will still push the hot wheels and tonka trucks so as not to predetermine her role as a breeder. We will save the nature vs. nurture discussion for another night.
As for my identity road to recovery project.....I purchased a pair of vintage oxblood Doc Martens on line a few days ago and am anxiously awaiting for their arrival on my doorstep. Oi!

I have always had a thing for lizards....

When I was younger and still lived at home, my brother and I had a pet iguana. His name was Lloyd. We were very into Pink Floyd and that somehow influenced the naming of our precious new reptile. While he was a great lizard, he eventually began biting us and although they have no teeth, their lips are razor sharp and on top of that they do not let go once they have attached themselves. After a little research, it turns out our little Lloyd was not a he at all but a she! She was going into heat and that is what caused her to be so suddenly aggressive. So, we decided we should part ways and therefore gave her to a friend who had a plethora of reptiles already. Well, today I welcomed with open arms a new little lizard into my life. A Gecko to be precise and while they say don't believe everything you hear on television, you can believe this.....Geico helped me save hundreds of dollars on my car insurance!!! I am happy to say the I have left E-surance after they raised my premium for the second time and am now an elated Geico insurance customer. I am earnestly saving a little over $100 per month. While I am very excited to be keeping those extra pennies in my bank account, I sure do hope this relationship turns out better than the one where I was unknowingly rooming with a transgendered iguana.

On another note, Paivi (my daughter) and I had a great day today. We went to Barnes and Noble at the mall and purchased some new books for her and of course made a swing by the carousel. Although she has ridden it many times before, today she decided to cry the whole time and insisted on getting off of the horse requiring me to hold her throughout the rest of the ride. This is not allowed per carousel policy and although I am usually a mall policy abiding citizen, today I threw caution to the wind and unbuckled her as she clung to me as if the plastic horse was melting from under her. Decidedly disobeying mall carousel regulations.......if that is not punk rock I don't know what is! I am so on the right track.

Combining Me and Mommy into one stunning identity!

Well, 2009 was brought in by me dancing the night away, after the baby was asleep of course, to Britney Spears. What is wrong with that you might ask? Any one of my friends could easily answer that question for you.

Sixteen months ago, I would have scoffed at the mere suggestion that the melodies of Britney Spears would be filtering through my home's surround sound speakers. Even more preposterous is the image of me cavorting frivolously around my living room while lip syncing the lyrics! What has happened to me?

Well, I will tell you.....I am a fabulous new mommy! I gave birth to who is assuredly the most amazing little girl ever to grace this beautiful planet. While she is the most adored and of course important thing in my life (position being shared with my husband of course), I am left wondering how I got to that place that fateful evening. I have completely forgotten who I am and what was important to me before her long awaited arrival. The irony is that I dreamt of what a cool rock-n-roll mommy I would be.....tattoos, colorfully dyed hair, doc martens, piercings and of course a keen interest in the less popular styles of music. But somehow that didn't happen. I got lost in my alluring daughter and before I become one of those crazy moms who lives inside her children not alongside them watching them grow into their own....I have to get back on my own track!

I have absolutely no hair style, no more piercings (my husband jokingly says my boobs are boring without them), haven't recently invested any thought into my next tattoo design, am overweight and wearing ballet flats on a daily basis. Are you kidding me? This is ridiculous and although I am not quite ready to take "Womanizer" off my play list you can bet I will be upping the ratio of Ramones and Seven Year Bitch to tip the scale in the right direction. Today I took my first step on my road to recovery by lacing up my Doc Martens, sliding my fat dorky foot into them and ohhhhhh....it felt warm and cozy in there, just like I remembered. Then I strapped my daughter into the car seat and we went to Costco. Hey, there is only so much a rock-n-roll mommy can change!