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I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, and when they are open they’re burning.  It’s 5:30 in the morning and I’m up because I stupidly decided to invited the little guy’s entire class over after school today for a pizza party.  The only reason it’s stupid is because I have not been home all weekend!  I ran to the market last night for a few things, but am up early to clean this house like it’s 1997 (pre-kids), prepare beautiful food for the adults and magically my make my yard look like I take care of it.  All in 6 hours, with 3 school drop offs and one school pick-up mixed in there.  Did I mention that somehow all of the little guy’s toys, and I mean ALL of them have ended up in the dining room?  So unless I can fit a run to Home Depot for a door on the kitchen so no one can see the massive toy pile, I’ve gotta tackle that.   And, maybe, just maybe, fit in a shower. 

Not sure I’ll pull it all off.  Actually, now that I’ve decided to blog instead of clean, the odds are stacking against me.  And, seriously, because who would want to make this crap up –  the dog just puked!  I think I’ll go and get a coffee while everyone’s still asleep and try again in a little while…


“You are who your friends are.”  I’ve said that a million times to my kids.  Especially the oldest.  He goes to the movies with his buddies and I always remind him that if anyone is acting obnoxious or rude, he better get up and switch his seat.  It doesn’t matter if he’s behaving, because if his buddies aren’t, he’ll get mixed right in and people will think he’s behaving poorly as well.  And we live in a small town and you can bet your ass I’ll hear about it. 

The other day I was talking to a friend about girlfriends.  It seems through the years we’ve acquired this whole smorgasbord of friends.  And if you imagined all of your friends in target with you at  the bull’s-eye, that smorgasbord of friends would be placed all over it.  Some in the inner circle, some in the outer circles.   Some move from circle to circle during different periods in your life. 

Those few that are in the inner circle are the ones that help to make you who you are.  Chances are the friends in the inner circle are the ones you can count on in crisis, laugh at yourself with or cry to if you needed to.  They are the kindest, truest friends.  They each have a quality about them that you admire and aspire to have as well.  They inspire you to be a better you.    

At this point in my life, there’s no room in my bull’s-eye for bullshit.  I’m too old for any high school behavior.  Already done that.  Now, I’m careful about exactly who lands near my bull’s-eye because I really do believe that you are who your friends are, I don’t just preach it to the kids.   And since my friends are pretty great, I never have to  move my seat at the movies, or any where else.

Last October I had tickets to a show in Boston that my friend Chris Carr was performing in, called  Expressing Motherhood.  Stacey e-mailed me and said she wanted to go to the show and I told her I already had a bunch of tickets and she should come with my sorority sisters and me.  We decided that she and her daughter would come and spend the night at my house and we could get ready together (like old times)  and the girls could have a sleepover.

When Stacey arrived, she had a giant bag full of clothes and hair accessories as if it were 1985 and we were getting ready to go to the Car Palace.  We were in and out of my closet a thousand times swapping clothes and spraying Aquanet  and laughing so hard we nearly peed our pants (and I may have actually…just a little.)  OK.  That’s enough of that.

The show was AMAZING and totally inspirational!  We talked about it for weeks and were so touched by the stories that were shared that night.  I told Stacey she should try out for the show next time they performed in New England.  She said  NO Way!  A few months passed and I was following a mommy blog, I was a Really Good Mom Before I had Kids, and really enjoying it.  I thought about writing a blog because I felt that my motherhood experience was very similar to a lot of other women.  I thought things happening in my life were sure to be happening in other moms’ lives and that together we could find the humor in it all.

I decided to ask Stacey if she would write with me.  She had been following a blog as well, Cowbells and Dreams and was interested in trying it out.  Afterall, we were talking about the same things happening in both our lives and  I thought why not put it all out there and have a good laugh or a good cry together.

We planned to meet to work on the blog.  Our hometown is the half way point between where we live, so we met there.  We came prepared: notebooks-check. Laptop-check.   Coffee with Bailey’s-check……ok it was just coffee.  But that sounded really good.  What we didn’t have, but really needed, was a Blogging for Dummies book.  After 4 hours of “hard” work and lots of laughs, we finally got it started!

It’s been two WHOLE months now (Happy Anniversary to us! *clink*) and we’re still trying to figure out this whole blogging thing.  We celebrated  tonight by finally purchasing that Blogging for Dummies book!

We’re having a lot of fun and hope that you’ll continue to cruise through mommyland in minivans with us!

xo Gia

"Blogging Dummies"

Father’s Day has got to be one of the best holidays, don’t you think?  My husband golfs 18 holes with his dad and brothers, while I have my dad here for breakfast.  When my husband gets home, we’ve got all his favorite snacks ready for a little sports on tv and a snooze on the couch.  I hire a neighborhood kid to cut the grass that day so my husband doesn’t have to lift a finger.  The evening ends with his favorite meal, grilled outside and eaten on the deck with a nice cold beer.  Great, right?  Now let’s talk about Mother’s Day.

Mother’s Day starts at the ass crack of dawn with the kids (oh so excited!) waking me up.  My husband shushes them and hurries them downstairs where they make the usual ruckus, then serve me breakfast in bed.  My “breakfast” usually consists of coffee and a baked goods from Dunkin Donuts that the little guy tries to eat with me.  In my bed.  They’re all in my bed at this point.  Breakfast is followed by gifts of flowers and things made at school.  Last year my husband went a little above and beyond.  He gave me a memo board, a clipboard and a coupon organizer.  The memo board and the clipboard were bad enough, but a freakin’ coupon organizer?!  I’m sure at some point that day we also visited my mother, and his.  What a fun and relaxing day!

This year’s going to be a little different.  I’ve decided that since Mother’s Day is my one and only true day off , I’m going to treat it as such.  Plus I learned my lesson.  If you want something done right, just do it yourself.  That’s why Father’s Day is so great, after all.   And, since the coupon organizer debacle of last year, my husband is all for me planning Mother’s Day.

The festivities are scheduled to begin on Friday morning, around 7:30 – bagels and coffee with girlfriends.  Then we’ll all pile into a caravan of minivans and head up north for the weekend.  You read it right.  We’re going away.  For. The. Whole. Weekend.  Just us Moms.  We’ll spend the weekend ziplining and hiking, shopping and dining.  We’ll be home in time for dinner on Sunday night.  

No Dunkin Donuts in my bed with the whole family, no visit with my mother-in-law, no coupon organizer.  Just a nice relaxing weekend.  Everything Mother’s Day should be.  And I’m sure that after 3 days away from the kids, I’ll happily share my dinner with them, even in my bed if they want.


Don’t you just love an MNO (Mom’s Night Out)?  I remember when the kids were babies and I wouldn’t even consider it.  I don’t know why – heck, I probably needed it more then than I do now!  Luckily, I’ve finally come to my senses and try to get out for an MNO a few times a month. 

It started with a book club which progressed to a bar club.  After more than a year of meeting at the bar, one of us thought maybe we should try to get a little culture back into our MNO – so we headed off to the public library to hear an author speak.  We all planned to meet there, but some of us were running a bit late and I received a text from my friend who was already at the library asking if it were some kind of practical joke and telling me we should all get there as soon as possible because she was afraid she was going to “catch the menopause.”  As soon as I walked into that library, I understood her text.  There were elderly people in every row.  Women were knitting.  It ended up being a great experience and of course we topped it off with a stop at the local bar.  I got home that night though and couldn’t help but wonder if it meant that we were getting old.

The next cultural outing was to see a play “in the city.”  We’d all looked forward to it for weeks!  We had dinner reservations just before the show and were all gussied up for a night downtown.  We arrived at the restaurant and it was filled with older people.  I just thought maybe that was what happened when you dined early.  When we ran into the theater, with less than a minute to spare, I sat down and took a look around and realized that we were again some of the youngest people there.   

This time, it felt different.  Being the youngest people in the crowd feels kinda nice.  I mean, we’re forty, anytime we feel younger is a bonus!  So as we were headed home that night we talked about finding some other places we could venture to and be the youngest.  We’re currently researching the local bingo scene.  There’s one stipulation though, they have to serve cocktails.