This past week, Mario Lopez guest stared on Nip/Tuck. And finally… after years of waiting… I got to see a 90% body shot of him. Wow. Now, his chest is a bit too muscular for me. It looks hard. And not comfy to lay on. But the backside… whew. I am not ashamed to say I re-wound my tivo about 3-4 times before deciding to finally move on. It was enough to think bad thoughts about Mario and want a bit of alone time.

Last year, the show went a bit crazy. Over the top for even Nip/Tuck. But this year, I’m liking it again. Especially the dynamic between Christian and Sean.

I was in Bath and Body Works last night. I was asking them “when will you carry more Cotton Blossom body wash? And they replied with “they are discontinuing that scent so we do not get much in right now.”. What was my reaction? I looked down and saw the little travel/sample sizes were priced at 4 for $10. I grabbed everything they had of Cotton Blossom. Why? The scent is amazing. Every one who smells me with it thinks it is great. It is sexy. It is fresh. It is not overpowering. If you are in your local store and you find some body wash, lotion, shimmer lotion, etc., and feel like making a purchase for Mama, I’ll be happy to receive it. My birthday is coming up soon. It’d be a great gift. So yes, I’ll be going in to hoard-mode because I love that smell. I’m going out tonight… I’ll be bathing in the scent and making sure I lather myself up with the lotion and spray a bit in my hair… I will be cotton blossom personified.

Talk Like a Pirate Day!I wonder when this will become a national holiday!

1) I’m happy to say that my competition routine is coming along nicely. I was so worried my partner would drop out but he hasn’t and we’re kicking ass.  It is a very hard routine with some moves that aren’t easy but we’re nailing them one by one.  Granted, its harder on him than it is me but I’m the one they’ll be looking at mostly…. thanks to my nice dress!!!

 2) I don’t know why my ‘pages’ to the right are all messed up. I didn’t change anything and the bullets are all wrong.  The downside to using the horrible free version of Word Press.  I guess they say the full version kicks blogger’s butt but honestly, the free version of blogger is far superior to this one.

 3) I’m tired of the rain. It depresses me.

I got my Wonder Woman costume. Get this – its too big.  I so have to get it altered which kinda sucks.  I would do it myself if I could but I can’t.  It needs to be hemmed and taken in so it fits my girls better.  And I’ll need a great strapless pushup bra.  But other than that its hot!  And hot – literally – I’ll sweat a ton in it but I’ll look good and that’s all that matters.

Please???  If it isn’t family for the whole weekend…moving my stuff…thinking they are helping me clean… its raining out…pouring…and my daughter has to wait in the rain for the bus on the first day of school.  It isn’t enough that I’m trying to fix up my house and make sure it looks nice but now I can’t even hang things up because I have 5 different opinions on where things should go.  Oh – and don’t choose that color – that’s kinda bright don’t you think? Whatever. Is it your house? I don’t think so.  But really – its the moving of my stuff.  I had 3 brushes downstairs. I can’t find one.  I can’t find a bottle of stuff because it was “empty” and someone threw it out and didn’t bother to tell me.  I’m wondering the house looking for things I feel I’ll never find. And to top it all off…one of my contacts – brand new -its bothering me and I constantly feel like something is in my eye. 

How’s that for a Monday-like morning of complaints???

Tuesday will be Petunia’s first day of school.  I think about it and I tear up. I can’t help it.  I worry about my girl.  Will the other girls like her? Will she get picked on?  Will she remember that if a boy pushes her, she is supposed to push back harder?  Will she remember to not talk all day everyday and let someone else talk?  The world of her peers is what gets me.  I want her to have friends.  Good friends.  I don’t want her growing up lonely and getting to her senior year of high school and realizing that no one there matters or cares or is her friend.  Oh how we, as parents, try to make up for our lives through our kids.

She is excited about school and that helps.  She can’t wait to get on the bus and go off to her new adventure.  Even now as I type, I want to cry.  I’m scared for her.  But happy too.  Too many emotions.  Us mothers have it rough.

Only 4 more years before my son is doing the same thing…. at least I’ll be experienced by then.