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fashion friday

I was really excited to wear this dress tonight. I bought it right after I had Chloe, but haven’t actually worn it yet.
So, I strutted my stuff into HurryDate and not two minutes before the event was about to begin, one of the guys casually asked me when I was due. WHEN I WAS DUE!!!!!! 
My eyes filled with tears before I even had a second to think about it. Seriously, what the heck? After I said excuse me, and only after he again repeated the question, did I decide to make this a teaching moment. I raised my voice so that the surrounding men could hear and informed them that even if the girl looks like she is about to give birth tomorrow, you NEVER ask when she is due.
What’s even more awful about that guy, is that he ended my night by asking me out. To lunch. Even though I told him I was HAPPILY married. His take on things was that there must be days in my marriage I’m not happy, so those would be the days I could call him. I reminded him he previously thought I was pregnant, and he told me he hadn’t really cared. He was okay with stepchildren.
And with that story, I present to you my maternity pick-up dress.  (Click pictures for a larger image)

{The grassy area outside my apartment.}
Dress is Pettycoat Alley from TJ Maxx and the knee high socks are from TJ Maxx as well.  Button up sweater is Guess…and I have to thank Marisa for letting me borrow it.  She may never see it again.

{I do attitude so well, I thought, why not?}
Tank top is an old Hanes one I’ve had forever.  I can find a way to fit a white tank into any outfit.  Fashionable or not.  Tiffany ring is a christmas gift from my man.  The necklace is so old I don’t even remember where it’s from.  Does that mean it’s vintage?

{The view from our apartment.}

My most favorite motorcycle boots ever.  (Forever 21)

{My sweet girl.  I think it’s time she gets in on the fashion posts.  There will be a day I have to pass the torch, so I need to get used to sharing the spotlight now.}  
 The leg warmers and headband are both from etsy.  The ‘I make boys cry’ onesie is a hand me down from two of her cousins.

The pink silk dress is another hand me down from her cousins, and the headband is from Kensie Poo on etsy.
Have a great holiday weekend!

© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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sick it to ya

So, I’ve made some changes around here.  Cleaning things up.  If you’re looking to follow me, I put that whole thing at the very bottom of my blog.  I’m still working out a few other things, but bear with me…it will come together soon.  
Vlogemotions and Writers Workshop kinda go hand in hand again, so I’m pairing the two up.
Just to warn you, some stuff is about to hit the fan, so um, beware..
First off before I begin my list, let my video explain my mood:
Okay, now onto the list. 
10 things that I’m currently sick of.
1.  I’ll say it again, the mess in my house.  
2.  The person in my house who refuses to put a new roll of toilet paper on the roll when HE uses up the rest of the other one.
3.  The upstairs neighbors who refuse to take off their shoes while tap dancing and smoking pot at the same time.  I think they may have an OCD habit of opening and closing the patio door at midnight as well.  
4.  The words poison, toxic, and all other descriptive words pertaining to my “alleged” diet coke addiction.  Don’t EVEN get me started.  (love you A, I do.  I promise.  But, I love my diet coke too.)
5.  American Idol.  
6.  Sore throats.
7.  Too skinny celebrities and the question or discussion of weight.
8.  Twilight.  There I said it.
9.  Working out.  I just want to be in shape by eating chocolate cake.  It’s not fair.
10.  Waking up at 6 am.  Why don’t kids understand or appreciate the art of sleeping in?  Why oh why?
I realize I’m a bucket of fun right now.  But, I think I will feel much more centered and at peace once my house is in order.  I’m not a big fan of chaos.  Not a big fan at all.
I do feel much better about my new blog design made by the genuis Joanna from Southern Blog Designs.
It’s so clean, so website-ish, so amazing.  If you want a re-design, she’s running a special right now so go check her out and take full advantage of it!
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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observations…reality tv style

Today it was between working out, going to the grocery store, or catching up on my reality tv shows. Guess what won out?
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted on my obsessions and I think its high time. (My new upstairs neighbors would be giggling right now that I just said high.)
Dancing with the Stars
Borrrrrring. 
All season was painful for me to watch. I don’t even really know why I continued to do so. But I did, and here are my thoughts. 
Chuck and his blonde girlfriend: I don’t think life is fair, and they simply prove it. How can two people look so hot no matter what is going on or what they’re doing? I think she could be puking her brains out and still look amazing. It’s not fair. My self esteem needed them to go home.

Shawn Johnson: She reminds me of those beauty pageant toddlers. She looks exactly like them! All little and young, but done up as though she is a drag queen. It made me sad. I just wanted to throw some PINK sweats on her and hand her a text messaging phone and be done with it.
Melissa: Watching her made me want to get in shape. Seriously, did you see her become the perfect body before your eyes? Being dumped nationally combined with dancing I guess does wonders for your abs. 
Moving on to the other heartbroken girl in my life…
The Bachelorette
I only watched the first ten minutes before I fell asleep. I think after the ten minutes of seeing Jillian in her bikini, running, working out, washing a car?, walking in a field of flowers whilst staring off pondering her life…..really at that point, only the men watching could have still been awake.
I’ll try to get back to that one later.
Might I mention again, that heartbreak did wonders for her body?  Has she been dancing too??

The Hills

I don’t even know anymore what’s real and what isn’t. And it’s affecting me in such ways I didn’t even know were possible. Such as, is this diet coke I’m drinking really diet? Is this couch I’m sitting on really real? Because if The Hills isn’t reality tv, if it’s truly scripted, then what is real anymore?

And don’t even tell me that Heidi’s hair, nose, chin, boobs, and eyelashes aren’t real either, because then I think my world would really fall apart.



American Idol
Again, even with Danny Gokey, I was still super bored all season. I don’t think I can handle another season of this. It’s not fun anymore. It feels like torture really. And you might shoot me, but I don’t see what the big deal is about Adam. He likes to scream a lot, and come on now, we get he can hit the high notes. WE GET IT! But, I’m not too surprised, because of all the winners over the past years, I’ve never been a big fan or wanted to run out and buy the winning cd. Won’t happen this time either…unless Kris wins.  
I’m not holding my breath.
Also, they need new writers.  Because the cue cards that say:  You can sing the phone book, Aw dawg, it’s a bit pitchy, song choice song choice, wasn’t my favorite performance….and so on, are getting old.  It’s like they just rotate the cards and the judges just recite what they see.  
Not fun.
But what is fun????

Real Housewives of New Jersey
I am in love.  And while there are rumors someone is mafia affiliated, it is certainly not I spreading those rumors.  Uh uh.  No way would I ever ever assume such a thing.  
I think I love this show.  They are sthicker than stheives, and don’t you know I won’t ever forget it.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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matchmaker, matchmaker…make me a match

In case you haven’t been following my blog, I’m an event coordinator and host for an awesome speed dating company called HurryDate.
And in case you don’t follow my Facebook or Twitter updates, I’m also a personal matchmaker. This is something I kind of just recently fell into. My current client brought the idea up to me, and basically…made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. It sounded fun and challenging, and I thought with moving and two kids, I didn’t have nearly enough to do.
So, I took him on.
I will find him the woman of his dreams so he can settle down and ride off into the sunset with her. It will be lovely and romantic, and all because of me.
But let me just say, it’s not as easy as I thought it would be. And my client really is a catch. He’s sweet, good looking, extremely successful….and really, any girl would be lucky to have him.
He definitely has a type, and I’m finding that his type is not as easy to come by. He’s traveling to Jordan next month, and my current task is to see if I can find singles over there. The more I research, the more I find that they aren’t so much into dating websites as America is.
But, I’m not a quitter. I won’t give up. I will have at least one match for him when he lands. I just have to. I already lost out on Momversations, I will not lose out on this too!!!
So um….any of you know someone in Jordan? Or in Southern California that looks like their from Jordan? Or even if they look like their from Latin America, I’ll take that too.
I share this with you, because the search is taking me away from the blog. And I know you don’t want to have me be gone. It would kill you. Just kill you. So the sooner we find him love in Jordan, the sooner I can get back to my first love. Writing.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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newborn desires

I saw a newborn all snuggled up against a woman’s chest at church yesterday and it gave me the warm fuzzies inside.
So, I quickly came home and searched in the archives and found the following post. Now, I don’t have warm fuzzies anymore. Crisis adverted.
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Wasn’t it just weeks ago that I posted 7 reasons to love being pregnant? My my, how quickly things change. Let me instead now post the reality. Mostly this is not for you, but for me, so that I will be sure never to be in this predicament again. 😉 Tsk tsk, judge me if you will, but honesty is my policy here. So, stick with me here and go along with it. And then when you’re done reading, love me and feel so sorry for me at the same time. It will make me feel so much better, and then I can add my 8th reason to love pregnancy. Sympathy abounds.
Reasons not to love pregnancy:

1. I can’t sit like a lady anymore. Instead you can find me with my legs spread like a man, just to make room for this monster child who has taken over my body.
2. In taking over my body, I mean, I seem to be pregnant in my butt and thighs much more so than my expanding belly. How is this even right or fair?
3. When I drop something of usual importance, ie: my cell phone, keys, child (kidding!), I first look around to see if someone might be willing to stop, drop, and pick it up for me. If nobody is available, I then have to evaluate whether or not it’s important enough for me to get after all. And once it’s deemed important, the grunt that escapes my mouth as I drop, squat, and groan is utterly embarrassing.
4. I can’t squat (or grunt) like a lady. See #1.
5. The peeing thing. Or better put, piddle. I rush to the potty (as we like to call it in our home) thinking I’m about to relieve all bladder issues for the next few hours, only to piddle piddle for two seconds. Trust me, there is no relief in a piddle piddle. Several times I have stood up, flushed, turned to walk out of the restroom, only to have to turn around and have a seat again. Piddle piddle. 
6. I can’t find Jimmy in bed anymore. I am consumed by my five pillows that are constantly needing to be adjusted every few minutes throughout the night. Yes, five. One for my head, one for my knees/legs, one for the belly, one for the back, and one just to hang on to. 
7. The pain, the pain!!! Oh the aches of the pregnant woman’s belly…..and back, and butt, and legs, and feet….and other areas that we don’t need to go into here. There is no amount of chocolate to cure this kind of discomfort. Although, I will continue to try to find a cure with it somehow. And yet, I can’t figure out how I am looking pregnant in my butt and thighs. 
8. The scale. The one I stand on in the doctors office, now every two weeks. The one that reminds me that I am indeed pregnant in more than just my stomach. The one that reminds me chocolate doesn’t cure everything.
9. The comments and unsolicited advice. Comments like, “You’re not too big, you just look healthy.” (L, I know you meant well) Or, “You still have 8 weeks left to go? I would have thought you were due anytime!” My favorite is the nod I get after a venting of feeling fat. And then “mmmm, ya. I see what you mean. That must be hard….” Not so good for the self esteem. 
10. The emotional roller coaster. I’m good one minute, and in tears the next. Life is great and the glass is half full one second, but empty the next. I know I’m making a big ol deal about something small, and I just don’t care. It feels too good to cry it out, and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted too.
11. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. Because of #4, #5, #6, #7 and thoughts of #8 which leads to #10. And now I’m awake instead of sleeping.
Okay, I can stop here (though I could go on…and on…and on). Let me just silence the judgement. Yes, I agree that being pregnant is a beautiful and wonderfully amazing thing, and yes I know that it is just an incredible blessing that I get to be the one to bring this beautiful baby into the world. I know, and I agree and I get it. I’m just saying…in addition to knowing all that, please revisit #’s 1-11 and then have a little sympathy for a girl. If you don’t, see #10. I can’t be responsible for how I react. 
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Now stay tuned.  I am doing yet another renovation to the blog.  I think this time, I’ve found the one.  The one that will stay a very long time.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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incomplete void

A void beckoned within.
A soul mate. A love. A piece of my puzzle missing, and so the search began.
What I never expected or deserved was handed from above. Contentment. Love. 
And yet, I remained incomplete.
Years later, the tears would fall. A longing. A familiar void. 
Incomplete?
Babies. The answer would be babies.
With watered eyes, I shared such revelations with Jimmy. Together we held hands and took in the moment. The moment of finding completion. My tears of sadness turned to tears of hope.
A month went by and I became pregnant. 9 long months later, my beautiful son was born. I felt amazing. I had purpose. My baby.
Time continued to pass as the seasons changed, and yet I remained the same. Purposeless. Filled with a void. A longing.
Incomplete.
I had my soul mate. I had my baby. What could be missing?
And so I searched and searched. I cried and cried. Then I waited and waited.
Still nothing, and the void became all encompassing.
My self, my soul, my smile and heart….were lost to the search. The quest. The hopelessness.
A bigger house, a higher raise, a nicer car….another baby.
And still. I remained. Unfulfilled.
As a secret is whispered softly from ones lips to anothers ears, the truth recently became mine. My eyelids heavily came to a close. A breath escaped from my soul.
It was not outside of me. It was not even within my physical or emotional grasp.
Yet I felt it, I heard it. Beyond and inside. All encompassing. Lifting me up, beckoning me on. Right there, right here.
Standing still. I knew.
The void still existing…yet subsiding one breath at a time.
Nothing physical could make it dissipate.
So I give my heart, my soul, my life…all that is within and all that is external…and the moment I do,
His breath replaces mine.
Not lost, not without hope, not without purpose. Not unfulfilled. Created for a purpose.
One breath at a time, I draw nearer toward becoming perfectly complete.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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move over facebook….

Twitter is taking over.
I twitter. I’m still figuring out the verbage, but either way…I’m a twitterer. A tweeter. Not to be confused with tweaker. And then I had another word, but Jimmy and Lacey informed me that it was a dirty word. Whoops. Sometimes it’s hard being naive.
It’s fun times really. Because now I know what Heidi and Spencer are doing and thinking every 5 minutes.
And Dina Lohan, that woman cracks me up. She still has yet to figure out there is a character limit and she wonders why it cuts her off. Hmmm, apple doesn’t fall from the tree, huh Linds?
I also know when Mama Kat is in the bathroom with her laptop.
Nicole Ritchie proves that “stars are just like us,” by tweeting about her emotions surrounding different tv shows. I love that she sits home and is hooked on the same shows. It just proves to me, that we are so alike.
Rachel Zoe is there to give fashion advice.
I can keep up on Mary Carey’s sobriety.
Ope, again, Heidi is God Blessing everybody. How sweet.
Kim Kardashian tells me when to look at her pictures. Do I like this kissy face or that one? Straight hair or curly? Dark or blonde? She wants to know what I think.
Momversation taunts me with their video momversations. I drool. I dream.
Andy Dick, yup, still sober.
Oh there’s that crazy Spencer again….wants to say he loves fame. Weird. That is totally news to me.
Ryan Seacrest tells me the news before it hits the news. I feel so special. I’m in with the in crowd.
So you see…you are so missing out if you aren’t in Twitter World.
Because never again will you miss when people eat, drink, think, pee pee, poo poo and so on.
Come on try it….
Start by following me… Screen name: lemusingsofmoi
I’ll promise to introduce you to my famous friends.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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the good, the bad, and the "oh gosh! i’m ugly!" side of motherhood

A little light weekend reading for you.
Enjoy.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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fashion friday….and stuff

Last night I got to enjoy a girls night out with two of my fun friends. I don’t get to see either of them as often as I wish I could, but when we get together it’s like no time has passed. As usual, I got super excited about leaving my house, and couldn’t wait to get dressed up. It really doesn’t take much after two kids. Sad, I know.
Anyway, I busted out my new Target shoes ($30!) which made me drool a little when I tried them on, and a cute tunic I’ve been stowing away for about 6 months. What I was waiting for I don’t know. But, all it took was a night out with the girls and I quickly ripped the tags off this little number.
The final result?

Ummm….so maybe you can tell with the last couple of pictures that I was a little grumpy. I was running late and I was hungry. I hate being late, and I really hate being hungry. And I especially hate when the two are combined. I love how Jimmy was able to capture my mood when I wasn’t ready. He thought it was Hi-Larious that he captured the real grumpy me in all my glory.
Anyway, dress is Twelve by Twelve, Jeans are Sevens, Shoes are Mossimo, Necklaces are Forever 21, and the little mom necklace…etsy. My poses, as always are too unique for words. Or labels. Or even to put a price on. They’re quite priceless actually.
On another note….my writing partner and I just finished another article. You should check it out…I’m sure at least one of you can relate.
Okay, this weekend I plan on doing my best to finish organizing the mess of my apartment (which I love. Upstairs neighbors…not so much). I hope to take pictures so I can show you the progress. I still have unfinished projects, but I know you’re dying, just dying, to see how it’s coming along.
And as you know, I’m here to serve.
P.S.
I’m feeling uncomfortable with my Louboutin shoes. They are just soooo expensive. I have never owned anything that pricey before that didn’t have four wheels and drive me places. I mean, they are shoes for goodness sakes!!! But they were a gift from Jimmy and he was so excited to get me something nice that he knew I would never purchase for myself. But, I can’t help but think of all the things we could get for the price of one pair of shoes. Only, every time I mention returning them, his face gets downcast and he mutters about how hard it is to get me nice things.
A good wife would suck it up and keep the nice shoes right? Because, I don’t want to discourage him from doing thoughtful things….
Right?
So, I’m keeping them and not feeling guilty.
Right?
And yes, all of that was a P.S.
P.P.S.
I’m thinking of making a few edits to my blog…you know, to make it look more clean…more professional. Any ideas or suggestions??
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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my emotions, my tomorrows….

Yesterday, I accidentally clicked on Kayleigh’s blog and saw a post about her final moments. I haven’t been following the story…or really, any of the stories where there is a sick baby. It’s not that I’m cold, it’s simply that my heart can’t take it. Empathy for me can be both a curse and a blessing.
This one post caused my tears to fall uncontrollably, and I was useless the rest of the day. Every time I thought of that sweet baby and all that her parents went through and endured….my heart would ache all over again.  And the tears would begin to flow yet again.
When I went in to get Chloe up from her nap a little later, my eyes watered just seeing her smile.  Suddenly, I could see Kayleigh in her.  I could never imagine losing such a precious baby girl. My sweet loving happy baby girl.  I picked her up quickly and held her tight.  
As I was crying later that night talking with Jimmy, I searched for meaning in this.  Why would God bring a baby to life only to take them such a short time later?  Why would he allow their parents to feel a pain worse than any other?  
Where is the lesson?

If Kayleigh’s story taught me anything, it’s that I need to appreciate each and every moment with my babies.
Tomorrow, I will wrap my arms around them and inhale their sweet smell, and never for a moment allow them to forget just how much I adore them.
Tomorrow, I will not complain about how hard it is being a mother. I will not wish I wasn’t home with them every minute of the day. I will not hope for them to be silent.
Tomorrow, I will be thankful. I will appreciate. I will love.  I will take in each and every incredible breathing moment with them.
And then I will continue to do the same the tomorrow after that, and the tomorrow after that…and then every tomorrow that follows in which God continues to bless me with such goodness. 
Because of Kayleigh, in honor of such a sweet girl and a sweet family, my tomorrow’s will absolutely be lived differently.
These babies, this laughter, this moment….
That is my heart, my soul, my every emotion…all wrapped up into two tiny sweet little beings.
They are my tomorrow’s.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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