It is Chloe's birthday today.
She is 3.
3.
Holy cow. How did this happen?
Yesterday she wanted me to put blush, mascara, and lipstick on her. And flat iron her hair. It was kind of fun.
And then I started feeling really nostalgic. And then I started thinking about how in a blink of an eye she will be doing this all by herself and she won't need my help.
And then I almost cried.
I still need to write her a letter.
I got this idea from someone to write her a letter every year on her birthday and then the 18 days leading up to her 18th birthday, you give her a letter that you wrote years and years ago.
You should do it too.
Wouldn't you love to get something like that for your 18th birthday?
I definitely wish I had more letters from my Mom.
Okay wow. Hello I am getting emotional!
I think I am going to go eat a piece of cake now.
I was going to post pictures of her B-Day shin dig but...camera problems.

Oh also. I think I am losing my mind, and my other plan today is to get it back.
This morning I spilled Chloe's chocolate milk down the side of the fridge and had to move the whole stupid fridge to clean it up.
Then I couldn't find my tennies. So I had to wear weird shoes to the gym.
Then I couldn't find my swim shorts. So I had to wear really, REALLY tight ones.
Then I couldn't find the plastic shovel that we took to the pool. So I gave up and left without it.
And I am feeling slightly neurotic about all the little nic nacs Chloe received for her Birthday and we already lost some.
Those polly pockets...man what a load of crap.
You pay 5 bucks for this little plastic toy and then the extra outfit and shoes get lost within the first 5 minutes of opening and I always have to be the one to dress the stupid doll, and even I think it is hard to get some of those eensy weensy little clothes on.
Well like I said.
I either need a nap. Or a piece of cake.
And then I am going to go try and find all the things that I have lost lately.
And hopefully I will find the thing I am missing most-my mind!!
Toodles.

Last night I went to a B-day party for my friend Bonnie. And my other friend Heather was going to catch a ride with me. She came over to my house first, and look what she showed up in. So what do you do when this happens? Well you take a picture of course.
I personally think we look very patriotic.

This past week Don had a Court of Honor for his scouts. He asked me if I could play the piano to their opening song "I've Got That Scouting Spirit."
I said, "uh whaaaaaa?"
Never heard of it.
So I you tubed it.
Well I found this. And it really makes me smile.

Mother's Day Luncheon

My sister in law Leonore started a Mother's Day Lunch every year. I love it. The theme is "salad." I was tired of making my traditional spinach strawberry salad, which I have to bring every family function, because everyone is totally in love with it...how's that for humble...well I take no credit for nature's talent of making the combo of spinach, strawberries, cheese and bacon so entirely scrumptious. I just happen to be the person who throws all those things in a bowl with a sugary dressing. No talent there! Anyway, I decided to make a pasta salad (courtesy cousin Erin and her recipe binder. see cuz, I DO use it!) Well me and 2 other people had the same idea-so there was a bounty of grape, pasta, chicken salad left. And perhaps that is where my mistake came in. Now I have a mystery to solve.
First the clues: 1. Ran 5.25 miles in the morning. And by ran, I mean ran. I went with a friend who runs much faster than me, even with a baby stroller in tow. (oh side note-so how come I have been kicking my butt every day to lose the "hmhm" pounds I have gained over the past 3 awesome months and IT IS NOT WORKING)
2. Drank a ton of water while running. Ate no food. When finished running I dry heaved all the way home in my car. That was pleasant.
3. Made a ginormous bowl of delicious pasta salad.
4. So did 2 other people. So I had to eat that ginormous bowl of delicious pasta salad all by myself.
5. Walked in high heels for like 38 hours. I know, my fault, but they were really cute shoes.
6. Went to some friends house to play games and could barely walk my legs were so sore from said running and high heel walking.

Okay those are the clues. And now for the mystery. On our way home from our friends, my headache went from like a 2 to a 10, and suddenly my urge to up -chuck grew by astronomical levels. And that is exactly what I did when I got home. And popped 2 Ibuprofen and a tylenol. And an hour later I was finally feeling like I could skip the emergency room. Okay, okay I know I am a little melodramatic, but come on, you know people talking about being sick is really, really boring. I had to spice it up a little bit.

Chloe tried her little best to comfort me, which was sweet, but when you have a splitting headache a loud squeaky voice in your ear that keeps saying, "Mommy, was wong with you?" over....and over...and over....again.... And then patting my head like it was pizza dough...not that helpful.

Anyway, I feel much better this morning. And like I said, wondering what in the world caused me to want to inhale my leftover vicadin. Although now I have to think twice about that because I read some story about some guy that said he had a really bad migraine and was going to take some strong pain stuff and go to sleep. but he decided not to, and good thing, because if he did, he would have died because he was having an aneurysm. Which is probably a story a hypochondriac like myself, should not read. Besides that, yesterday was a pretty fabulous day. Here are some pictures.

My Mother-In-Law....she is spectacular.

Oh excuse me, I have to go run to the commode looking at that pasta salad....

Well...I hear my husband is planning on making me crepes this morning. Happy day!!

Although, he said he plans on going back to sleep for an hour before doing so.

Unfortunately, my not so subtle hints for a certain wreathe, fell on deaf ears.
He thinks wreathes are pointless.

I respectfully disagree.

A wreathe on your front door is like, "Hello! Welcome to our little cottage! We are nice people and have cookies baking in the oven!" (won't you come in...and we will shove you in the oven like that witch in Hansel and Gretel...)

I just love old fairy tales. Aren't they so sweet?

Happy Mother's Day!

Out of all the blessings I have been given, my choicest is being a mother.

Happy Mother's Day to all my Posse.

"There will always be mothers, and they will always be eondowed with a love that is unlike any other love on the face of the earth."

-Marjorie Hinkley

Dear Don,
Don't you think this would make a very nice Mother's Day gift?
It's at Target, just in case you were wondering.
Sincerely,
Melissa

So today I made Chloe and myself some lunch, and she wanted to eat it in the room with the tv, hence so she could watch tv.
And I said, "No Chloe. I want us to sit in here together and talk while we eat."
And she said, "Uh, no phanks."

Well.

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Also for months now I have been in search of the perfect skirt. But I don't think it exists. All my favorite places have let me down time and time again.
So I googled "skirts" and "Coldwater Creek" came up.
And I had a sudden flashback to about 1995.
My Mom used to get their catalogues in the mail, and my favorite thing to do was look through it and read all the product descriptions because they read like bad romance novels.
I thought it was hilarious.
So I of course went to their website.
Unfortunately it looks like they must have hired some new writers, because the clothing descriptions are not nearly as amusing.
Oh how I wish I could find some of the old ones...they said things like:
"As you are walking through a field of daisies blanketed with the fresh dew of morning, a gentle breeze sweeps your perfectly white linen skirt, which so delicately brushes against your legs, and so beautifully contours your slim waist, while flowing effervescently to your mid-calves, and suddenly, you feel like a child again."

I made that one up. The ones in the catalogue were equally as bad.

The current catalogue, is improved, although still mildly amusing.
This is real:
"White as a June cloud. Delicate as a snowdrop. Just the sight of this shirt is enough to make you feel fresh-and not only that, it's more comfortable than you would ever imagine. The soft knit body is spliced in front with a pintucked panel of snowy cotton lawn, delicately daisy-chained in oversized eyelet. While the lightly fitted bodice eases into soft fullness above the waist, skimming the hips."

You know...do you think they are hiring writers?
Because I desperately want this job.