Live from Dallas | Part I | Have You Missed Me?!

Week One

It's official - I'm a Texan.  And by "official" I mean only for the next 5 weeks, still with my Kansas DL, Kansas plates and an apartment sitting in St. Louis.  If you're feeling a little out of the loop - quick update - I'm dong an elective rotation at Children's Medical Center Dallas in the emergency department with my fabulous friend PA Fisher.  Last week was my "vacation week" which constitutes the only week during clinical rotation year that you get off - as in not work, not sexually.  While some of my fellow classmates spent theirs in Mexico and Florida, I spent mine moving down to Hot as Balls Dallas, TX.  My mom, Marley and I made the 7 hour trek last Tuesday in my jam packed TSX and spent the rest of the week running errands for my procrastinator Uncle - whom, bee-tee-dubs I adore...just sayin'.  Apparently men don't like to furniture shop and assume just because women love to shop, we must also love to shop for bedroom furniture...for someone else.  Wrong.  I enjoy shopping for myself and myself only...oh and for all my friends who have babies (that shit makes me teary eyed).   After two days of driving around Dallas/Plano searching for the perfect dresser, night stand and head board, he of course settled on the very first one we showed him (btw, my awesome single uncle is recently divorced from a nut job who took the guest bedroom furniture - hence the unfurnished bedroom).

So, as you probably have caught on to - you smart little cookie, you -  I am staying with my handsome and did I mention? fun and single uncle in North Dallas.  So far, so good.  We've done some grilling out and sipped on a few glasses of wine.  Even better, he let me bring Miss Marie who is adjusting rather well to the Texas heat with her butchered hair cut - no making fun.

Friday I dropped my mom off at the airport and spent the rest of the day lying by the pool working on my tan lines before heading to HH.  There, I met my first true Texan friend.  She's just precious...and I mean PRESH.  Picture Texas chick and you picture her.  Bubbly and blond.  Sarah and I were the first to arrive at the Mexican restaurant we decided to fancy for Skinny Bitch Margs and chips, salsa and guac.  All the sudden bubbly, blond Texan plops down in the booth and says, "Oh my God, y'all! It's so f*cking hot out there!"  I knew from then on we were going to be friends.  I died when I heard her Southern twang and then peed my pants a little when she said the f-word...because if you've ever had a convo with me (unless your an elder to me and I was doing my best to behave) I have quite the potty mouth at times.  We had great conversation the rest of the night - much of which I can't recall.

Then, just like that along came Saturday.  I again, woke up and plopped my ass by the pool for a little sun as I sobered up just in time to go out again.  Saturday night was spent in Uptown with a mutual friend from Kansas City who just made the big move down to Dallas.  I randomly ran in to Nathan in KC before I left and found out he was relocating.  From that moment on, it was decided we would be Kansas Partners in Crime.  And that we were.  We spent a few beers catching up on the last few years of our lives in KC.  I met him through my ex-boyfriend and you know how that goes - once you break up with the loser boyfriend, you break up with his friends too - so I hadn't seen him too much since then.

We hit up a few bars and after a few vodka drinks my sass started to come out.  Weird.  Imagine that.  We met some random guys and hung out with them for the rest of the night - mostly because we couldn't get rid of the little Cub Scout and his friends.  Cub Scout spent the entire night hitting on me.  I repeatedly thanked him for the compliments, but no thanks.  Clearly (hence the nickname), Cub Scout was a few years younger than me and I tried to explain to him that I wasn't interested in dating anyone who I potentially could have babysat as a child.

We finally made a mad dash and ditched him and hit up another bar.  I'm just going to preface this with saying, I was NOT a hot mess.  A few cocktails - yes.  Drunk as a skunk on the forth of July - no.  So as we approached the last bar, I finagled in my Marc Jacobs bag to find my ID.  I'm not sure if the door guy was more pissed that he was 20-something and still just a door guy or if he just hates Kansas.  I flashed my DL and headed in to the bar.  As I was walking in...seriously like FIVE steps, I kind of rolled my ankle - any female who wears heels - especially a short little shit like me who wears at least 3 inch heels at the very least knows how easy it is to slightly stumble SOBER.  Apparently pissed off door guy thought I was wasted out of my mind and proceeded to stop me and tell me I was done and had to leave the bar.  Seriously?  SRSLY?!  I couldn't believe him!  I wasn't even that intoxicated - clearly because I can fully recall the story. I looked at him with disgust, spit in his face and left....KIDDING.  I did nothing of the sort.  I tried to explain that I had tripped over my own feet but he was not having it.  Whatever dude.  Sorry you hate life.

So with that being said - it took me less than one week to get kicked out of a bar.  Reallllll classy.

I think this post has gone on quite a bit - maybe too much.  But considering my uncle doesn't have internet at his house, my posts will probably be few and far between while I'm in Dallas at the local Starbucks.  Keep checking back and I'll let you in on the HOTTIE Southern gents (straight out of a Vineyard Vines or Polo catalog) and a few of my stories of working nights in the Emergency Department...kids do the darndest things!

-Stay Sassy, xo

Dear KC Part II

Dear KC -

I know I left you hanging with my last post, but I had some things to finish up.  I've loved, loved, LOVED being back in Kansas City.  Being back with friends has been more than amazing and so much fun, to say the very least.  With many of you, it was like I was never gone.  We immediately picked right back up where we left off and I feel like I was never gone.  Thanks to the many welcome back drinks and shots, I think I may have gained a small percentage of my tolerance back that I seemed to have lost over the past two years in PA School.  I wish I could individually thank each and every one of you, but I know I'd inadvertently miss someone and then, boom...I'm the bad guy.  Many of you I didn't get to hang out with nearly enough and some of you I didn't even get to see.  I wish I had more time.

Now on to the lessons in love/lust I've been taught and/or reminded of.

KC, over the past 6 weeks you taught me what it means to "hang out."  Last time I checked, when you asked someone if they wanted to hang out, that meant you wanted to spend time with them, get to know them better...and maybe stay sober.  Apparently, not anymore.  I felt like I was singing another verse in that stupid Tim McGraw song, Back When.  NEWS FLASH..."Hang out" is now code for, "Hey do you want to come over so I can have sex with you?"  Total letdown.  I actually kind of liked this guy - which is actually huge for me considering I've been anti-boys for the past year - until I realized he only wanted to "hang out" the second way and not the first.  Woof.  

You also reminded me meeting love interests happens when you least expect it.  Except, even when you least expect it, timing is still everything.  I met plaid shirt guy one random Thursday night at Kona Grill.  We had been eyeing each other all night and he was yet to approach me.  A few glasses of wine later and after a pep talk from a friend, I decided to make the first move and approach him.  We had wonderful conversation and plaid shirt was really impressing me.  Until I found out he was moving to Chicago.  Bummer.  

We went out on a date anyway and it was amazing.  Complete gentleman.  Smart. Successful.  Really seemed like he had his shit together.  So we hung out a second time before he left - and by that I mean the first definition of hanging out - what I thought hanging out was...sober.  He kept saying all these sweet things to me and acted like he was totally in to me asking about my life, my career, etc.  He even shared with me how he told his boss and his boss's wife all about me (I mean I am kind of a big deal).  Plans of a trip to Chicago were spoken of leading me to believe he wanted to continue talking after he left to see what could happen.  After all, STL is closer to Chicago than KC - which he actually pointed out.  Yea, right...I almost believed it.  Since, the only time I've heard from him was when I texted him to make sure he made it to Chicago okay.  Just as I expected.  Double woof.

So KC, I guess it comes down to this.  We have a love-hate relationship with one another.  I love you for my friends and being close to my family.  I love you for the Plaza and the Falloon.  I love you for First Fridays and Sol Cantina.  I love you for Prairie Village, Mission Hills and the Zinn's.  I love you for reminding me how far I've come over the past two years. But I hate you for my love life - or lack there of.  So that leaves me with this... 

...Bring it on Dallas.  Show me the sweet southern gentleman I deserve.  I'm ready.

-Stay Sassy, xo

Hey you.

It's Memorial Day weekend - thinking back to holidays past and remembering great times with friends and others.  It seems like seriously just yesterday we were partying at 45 Madison, taking over the pool and being sillies.  I'm loving being back in KC.  I feel like I haven't ever been gone and I'm actually pretty bummed I only have a week and a half left.  Not much compares to being surrounded by my fabulous friends and my "psuedo"-roomies, drinking wine on the porch and listening to Colbie Caillat, loving life.  I hope everyone is having a great holiday where ever you are and how ever you may be celebrating or enjoying yourself.  And of course, thank you to those of you who have risked your lives for our country and freedom.


This song reminded me of....ish.

-Stay Sassy, xo

This has gotta be the good life...

My weekend was full of pure happiness. Friday night I spent the evening with my kiddos Otto, Greta, Liesl and Gunnar. Not many things make me happier than to see their faces and their smiles. Saturday morning I had the pleasure of making the drive home to participate in the Get Busy Livin' | Dylan Meier Foundation | 5K run...which I unexpectedly placed 3rd in my age group among women and set a new personal record for myself. I then returned to KC to spend a fabulous afternoon in the sun, wearing my derby hat and hanging out with two great friends, Susannah and Dan. We then ventured to our good friend Raph's house whose brother was celebrating his graduation from UMKC School of Law. Such an amazing family. After that I ventured yet again to Bside surrounding myself by my favorites. Sunday was spent enjoying the weather with Miss Marie and reflecting on how truly blessed I am to have such a wonderful mother. How do you define happiness?

Happiness is my life. 

Happiness is a warm spring day with the sun shining down on my back.
Happiness is taking my little one on a walk and smelling fresh cut grass.
Happiness is waking up at 6:30 to start getting ready for the day, calling my doctor and him telling me I don't need to come in until 10:00.
Happiness is lying in bed for an extra hour and cuddling with my snuggle bunny, Marley.
Happiness is lying in bed listening to Pandora and discovering amazing new artists.
Happiness is being surrounded by friends and family.
Happiness is being back home surrounded by a wondrous community to remember DQM.
Happiness is seeing his family smile knowing he would be so proud.
Happiness is unexpectedly winning an award.
Happiness is being welcomed in to someone else's family and being treated as one of their own.
Happiness is seeing a mother so proud of her child.
Happiness is being back in KC.
Happiness is a wearing big derby hat.
Happiness is sitting on the deck in the sun sipping on Sangria and catching up with old friends.
Happiness is hearing the birds chirp outside my window.
Happiness is a run outside.
Happiness is seeing my kiddos and being greeted with a big hug and a kiss.
Happiness is making them laugh.
Happiness is reading them a book before bed.
Happiness is the smell of fresh, clean sheets.
Happiness is owning and loving my singleness and independence.
Happiness is looking in the mirror and feeling beautiful.
Happiness is being thankful for what God has given me.
Happiness is me being me.

This has gotta be THE GOOD LIFE.

-Stay Sassy, xo

ASA: Only the good die young

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right

I hope you had the time of your life...

-Green Day

Today marks another anniversary. But the significance of this day is a little bit different than some of the anniversaries I’ve blogged about. Eleven years ago today marks the start of a trend I wish would have never begun. Eleven years ago today I was 16 years old enjoying life being a typical boy-crazed teenager. I don’t think I’ll ever forget April 13, 2000. 

My best friends at the time (Tara, Ashley C. and Ashley R.) were over at my house making our own personalized Sophomore Tanks to wear the next day at school because we were having class competitions.  We were super excited for the events, specifically because we were going up against the senior girls who weren’t exactly fond of us (and for the record – we beat them in tug-of-war, yes I remember). 

Then came the phone call that changed everything. I answered the phone and it was another classmate calling me whose father had a scanner. The convo went something like, “Melissa, have you heard about Abby?” I responded no and she said, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I think she’s been in an accident and didn’t make it.” I didn’t believe the words she had just said. I hung up the phone and raced to my dad and told him the rumor. At about that same time, my sister-in-law at the time, Teresa came by the house. She busted through the front door and confirmed the most tragic news to my 16-year-old self. I dropped to the ground and began sobbing. 

Abby, my dad/her grandpa, Me 

Up until April 13, 2000 I had never dealt with death. Sure three of my grandparents had passed away but that was years ago and before I understood the concept of losing a loved one. On April 13, 2000 not only did I lose a family member, but I also lost two more friends in the blink of an eye. On April 13, 2000 life and my concept of life, living, death and dying would be changed forever. On April 13, 2000 we lost Abby Brunetti, Salem Hayden and Ashley Harry. 

Growing up in a “smaller” town and living in Frontenac (while I went to Pittsburg schools) I was frequently around the Frontenac girls. My best friend and neighbor, Sarah went to Frontenac and we frequently played together when we were younger. Because of this, I was invited to her parties and knew several of the Frontenac girls my age. Also, my niece Abby was the same grade as me (don’t even ask me to explain that one) and I spent a lot of time with her, including the same Frontenac girls. Additionally, I spent several summers with Ashley. My babysitter Jill was best friends with her older sister Tiffany so we were around each other quite a lot.

Of course with growing up and starting high school, we weren’t as close as we once were. Abby and I still spent all holidays together and were even working together at Chicken Annie’s on the weekend to support our teenage lifestyles. I remember when she got her car and she took me for a ride. I remember when I finally got mine and taking her for a ride. We were growing up so fast. I can still hear her laugh.

Abby & Me before braces...eeks!

I didn’t know it at the time, but April 13, 2000 marked the first of many deaths I would be faced with over the next several years of my life. At 16 years old, no one should have to lose a friend; let alone 3 in one day. At 16 years old, no one should have to attend three funerals within two days, one of which being a family member. It’s so hard to understand why and each passing year doesn’t make it any easier.

It’s hard not to think about where each of them would have been today. It’s hard to not wonder why God chose them. One other girl was also in the car that day and thankfully survived. I often wonder if she remembers what they were talking about minutes before the accident happened. Who were they gossiping about? What song was on the radio? Were they singing along?

It doesn’t make it any easier to think about those things. All I can hope is that once the accident happened they each went fast and in peace. I can only hope that they rose to heaven, hand in hand, in no pain.

I still dream about Abby. She still looks the same as she did when she was 16. Giggly. Bubbly. Just as I remember her. I often have dreams that it was all a big mistake. That she just disappeared for a brief period of time. Then she comes back and life is just as it was. Finally, I wake up and realize it was all a dream even though for a brief moment it felt so real.

It may be eleven years later, but time doesn’t always heal all the pain.  Today we remember Abby Brunetti, the bubbly track star, Salem Haden the basketball star and Ashley Harry, the beautiful red-headed cheerleader.  Today as we remember, I ask that you share your favorite memories of the girls in the comments section below.  They all brought joy to our lives in their own unique way and those memories we will treasure and remember forever.

I love you girls.

-Stay Sassy, xo

Classy with a side of TRASHY

I spent this past weekend in Chicago with some great friends...and as promised, here's your blog Meggie.  What a weekend it was - Classy with a side of TRASHY.  Most things shouldn't even be discussed here and I'm embarrassed about 75% of my weekend.  If you were effected by my immaturity, please forgive me.  Sunday morning I woke up and had deleted all the evidence - a habit I've discussed before in an earlier blog.  Only faint memories remain of my sassy fingers and bitchy mouth.  I've been literally sick to my stomach all week with embarrassment and regret.

Friends.

After finding a great Groupon find, enjoying my first Cubs game via Wrigley Field Rooftops (which I totally recommend), unlimited beers and food, Lynds, Meggie and I spent the entire day enjoying ourselves.  Just the thought of how many "Check Ins" we took/made...vomit.  That's all I'll say.  After a VERY long night/morning, Lynds and I luckily woke up Sunday morning still friends.  But on the other hand, I woke up with at least 20 less Facebook friends and was even blocked by another - totally NOT classy, I know.  So to those of you I defriened and now am regretting...oppsies...but how can you re-friend someone after a drunken stupor?  And to the other one...blocking me...really?

So what did I learn from this weekend?  I'm an emotional mess when I drink and I should have my phone taken away from me - especially when I toss in a few Patron shots.  Oh, and I'm not 21 anymore.  Thankfully, our livers are not like our brains.  Your brain cells never regenerate - once they're gone, they're gone - if our liver cells did the same...I'd be liver dead by now.  All in all it was a great weekend with some great college girlfriends - and I had PGV to prove it. 

-Stay Sassy, xo

Mastering THE HULK

Today boys..uh-hem...I mean, men...we are going to discuss the art of mastering what my friend Jen and I like to call, "The Hulk."  It is a move all men should know about, learn and practice religiously.  

 

Image courtsey of this site.

Aren't sure what "The Hulk" is?  Don't fret.  You may have also heard names or phrases  including, but not limited to, the "holy shit that was rediculously hot" move, the "wrap the arm around her and flip her on her back so she feels like a feather" move or simply put, the "tossing a girl in bed" move.



Now, listen vurrrrrry closely.  Women like to feel beautiful, even in our most exposed moments...including in bed.  We like feeling skinny and nothing makes us feel tinier than when you're mid-nook and your guy wraps his arm around your waist, flips you over with the strength of body builder, but then lies you down ever so gently like a delecate flower.  The Hulk.  The move alone will get your girl all excited.  She'll feel sexy and light as a feather - the two best feelings in the world...next to...you know, what that move will probably lead to.  

So, keeping it short and sweet - learn it, know it, practice it and master it.  I suggest you hit the gym and work on those bicep muscles so when you actually try The Hulk, you don't fumble and fail miserably.  If you plop her down on the bed, most likely she's going to feel like a fat cow.  And that, my friends, is no bueno.  It may not ruin the moment completely, but it will definitely put a damper on her arousal.  Plus, we get tired too.  And no girl likes a DFF....just sayin'

-Stay Sassy, xo

Remembering Megan

Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails.

Megan Alessa Mallatt
10.26.85 - 2.15.04

Today marks another anniversary for the Pittsburg community.  Today we remember another one of ours taken much too soon.  Today, we remember Megan.

Megan was one of those girls you wanted to hate.  And I mean that in the most sincere way possible. She clearly was stunning.  Her long blonde hair was perfect in every way.  And her eyes were just as gorgeous.  She was smart, popular and so much fun.  As an incoming freshman she was one of those girls the upperclassmen boys were already talking about and many of us girls envied.  But there was absolutely no way you couldn't like Megan.  No matter how hard you tried, her smile and laughter were un-hateable.  So you can imagine how stunned our community was to lose such a gorgeous, bright young star.   

     

I had the pleasure of spending countless hours with Megan as members of the dance team in high school.   We were on the squad for two years together which meant 7:30 AM practices Monday through Friday and of course DANCE CAMP!!!  One of the funniest things I remember about Megan was her obsession with skin.  And by skin, I mean dead, peeling skin.  I'll never forget us gawking over how disgusting we thought it was that she loved peeling Vanessa's sunburned skin off her shoulders.  She would have made an awesome dermatologist!

Blaire (Jr), Me (Sr) and Megan (Soph)

Winter Homecoming 2002

In high school, for whatever reason, I thought it would be a fabulous idea to record my senior year.  Every party I toted a sweet video camera and recorded all the shenanigans of teenage life in Pittsburg, KS.  I remember Megan recording one night and accidentally dropping the camera.  She felt so bad but we giggled it off as she apologized to the camera itself for dropping it.

Those are just a few of the several memories I have with her.  There were plenty of others.  Birthday parties at her house, homecoming dances and concerts.

Megan filled our lives with joy.  It's hard not to be sad when thinking of her.  It's hard not knowing where she'd be today.  The last time I talked to her was about a month and a half before she died.  She had been accepted to KU and I was so excited she would be joining me. We'd already teared up Mass St. a few years earlier when we went to visit her brother, Ryan and somehow got in to the bars as little naive high schoolers.

To Megan's family:  I can't imagine how hard it is to see all of us growing up.  To watch as we get married and have children knowing Megan was robbed of all of those precious things in life little girls dream of.  But as we continue to grow old, get married and have babies know there is a little bit of Megan in us all.  I know she'll be there with me when I finally walk down the aisle.  Megan was a true blessing.  I hope that you find comfort in knowing how loved she was and how much she impacted every person's life she ever encountered.  She truly was an angel sent from God.  Rejoice in the 18 years you had with her.  Brenda & Keith - you should be proud of the wonderful daughter you raised.  Never forget that.

Join her Facebook page:  In Loving Memory

So today marks another anniversary.  Another year without.  Without her physical presence only.  She's here with us everyday.  Just look around.  The warmth of the sun.  The chill of a cool breeze. The chirping of a spring song.  The petal of a newly budded rose.  All the beauty of the world is Megan.

-Stay Sassy, xo 

Remembering Zach

"Follow your heart - set your goals high. Take advantage of wonderful opportunities, they may never come again. We are so proud of you. Love, Mom, Dad, Kate and Reese."

-Senior Salute for Zach Willis (Aug 2nd 1984 - Nov. 9th 2003)

Today is the 7 year anniversary of the day we (the Pittsburg, KS community) tragically lost another life too soon.  Anyone who is from my hometown, or the SEK area will tell you - there's something in the water.  Our town is cursed.  Over the course of several years we have attended more funerals to pay tribute to friends lost than any one person should have to attend in their entire lives.  Beginning in 2000 with the loss of my family member, Abby Brunetti, I can personally count 7 funerals I've attended of friends lost whom I went to high school with...and those are only those funerals I was able to attend.  That doesn't even include the several others I wasn't able to pay respects to.  While that's a whole blog in itself, today I want to pay tribute to that (excuse my language) shit eating grin of Zach Willis that we all loved so much...

I can remember back to the days of ICQ in high school and then MSN in college.  Many late nights of conversations getting to know one another and talking about God knows what.  I would still chat with Zach frequently even after I graduated high school and went off to college.  We would talk about our dating lives and then when he was in college - the college life; his cut too short.  I think it's fair to say that Zach had a bit of a crush on me.  He was always throwing in a punch line and flirting with me.  I remember him asking me if I'd ever "go out" with him...as it was referred to in high school and me giggling like a young teen girl.  I'm not innocent either though, of course I'm sure I flirted back...hence the name his own sister gave me "D.T." (you can decipher that one) and the t-shirt she made me and forced me to wear on my 16th Birthday at school that had "D.T." plastered on the back - I wonder what the teachers thought about that one??  What can I say?  I'm a flirt.  I know this.  Most of all, I'll never forget his smile and his laugh.  You can see in his senior picture above what a fabulous smile he had.  But I can still hear and see him laughing.  I remember as if it was yesterday...when he would laugh he would through his head back and laugh...most likely after cracking a joke or making fun of me in some way.  I wish I could remember more of our times growing up and share them with you all today (especially you, Kate) but the memory that clouds all the rest is that amazing smile and laugh.

Follow your heart - set your goals high. Take advantage of wonderful opportunities, they may never come again.

If Zach were still with us today, I know he'd be doing amazing things.  He was so bright, so witty, and so smart with larger than life goals.  So today, take a moment to reflect on your life.  Have you taken advantage of all the wonderful opportunities that have come your way?  I'd like to think in most cases I have.  I've always said, "you can't put a price on experience" and because of that I truly think I have followed my heart in most aspects of my life - at least those I have control over.  This is also the reason I am in debt :) - but if I died tomorrow, I'd have no regrets.  Some chances may never come around again - so set your goals high, take a risk...and live life the way that Zach did...and most of all..smile and laugh along the way!

-xo  

Est. 11.8.2010

Here it is...history in the making.  Today I make my debut as a "blogger."  As I sit here boggled by blogging, editing, designing, and developing my page I am multi-tasking and chatting with one of my oldest friends, Tara.  She asks me the obvious - what is my blog going to be about...?  Hmmm....well, my life I suppose.


Interesting?  Well I guess we'll find out. So as of today, my purpose is well...pretty much undefined.  I feel like if this were an 11th grade English class I would totally FAIL for not having a well defined thesis.  News for you my dear friends, this is not 11th grade English and there are no rules.  I hope that I can provide entertainment for some, insight for others, and a smile to at least one person each day.  If I can do that...then I PASS!


So until I get this design process in order (thanks to the help of my dear friend and soon-to-be-mama, Heather (Chalfant) Buttenob), I'll leave you with something small...a few pics of my precious Miss Marie (aka Marley Marie, Bobbies Marie, Missy J, Boobies, Possy, Pretty, Boobie Butt, and many others).  If you know me, you know my daughter/dog is the center of my universe.  Some may think it's pathetic.  I, on the other hand, think it's absolutely fabulous.  No one in the world is more excited to see me everyday when I get home - whether I've been gone for 5 min or 5 hours.  Each time she greets me with kisses, kisses, and more kisses.  I get so excited over being a mommy to my precious Pomeranian...just think how fabulous of a mother I'm going to make some day.  Hopefully that some day is before my eggs shrivel up and the only ones left have serious defects.  I'm really in no hurry...I swear!!!


-xo

AFTER ALL...SHE IS "BETTER THAN A BOYFRIEND"