Mar
10th
2010
My Mom is sort of famous in our family for being unintentionally hilarious. She’ll say things that aren’t meant to be funny at all — you can tell by the ultra-serious look on her face — and when she does, my brother and I will slowly turn to look at each other with this blank look on our faces, then just start busting up laughing.
Also, Mom has always been quite protective of her chillun’s, and quick to tell us if we’re doing something that isn’t appropriate, but she’s very nice when doing so. This is the funny thing about Mom… She’s ALWAYS nice, even when she’s being mean. Tell me, HOW DOES THIS WORK? She has powers.
Also, she’s great and my favorite.
And she’s reading this so I’m being very, very careful right now. (Love you, Mom. Don’t hate me.) That said, I have a little story for you… and depending on how well Mom takes this post, I may be making this a regular feature on this blog. She’s blessed me with a ton of material.
When I was 18, I think I briefly considered getting a tattoo because I thought I was a real-live, badass adult and could do whatever I wanted and my parents couldn’t tell me no anymore. I told Mom about this tattoo dream I had for about 2 seconds because I told Mom everything. I figured she’d move on and forget about it as quickly as I had.
One day several months later, I was in my room (still living with my parents at the time) and Mom opens the door as I’m changing my clothes. I jumped and quickly covered up my exposed boobs.
Mom: WHY are you covering up?
Me: MOM! I’m changing! Close the doooooor!
Mom: Did you get a butterfly tattoo on your boob? You’re hiding it right now. I know this.
Me: No, Mom. I’m just sort of naked and don’t want to flash you. I promise I don’t have a butterfly tattoo on my boob.
Recap:
- I briefly mentioned this tattoo I wanted, NEVER saying it was going to be a butterfly.
- Mom thinks that because I cover up when someone walks through the door, I’m naturally hiding my new butterfly tattoo on my boob.
- I was just being modest, I swear. No butterflies. And certainly not on boobs.
I have to give her props for being so specific in her accusation. What if she was right?? Do you know how amazing that would have been?
But she wasn’t. And now I write about it on my blog. Love you, Mom.
Tags: Morgans Mom tattoos Categories: Morgans Mom Says Personal Things I'm Loving
Mar
10th
2010
My lovely cousin Shea is giving away one of my hair pins! Go on over to Life with the Lieders and leave a comment on her post. She’ll choose the winner next Monday.
Just a warning: If all you sweeties don’t enter this giveaway and there end up being like, 5 entries, I will have the MAJOR sads and probably a dramatic meltdown because that is just lame. I don’t like to cry, so let’s aim for at least 50! GO!
(Please.) :)
Also, did you see this adorable new blog design I have going on? Major props to my husband for the amazing job! And I didn’t even have to bug him to do it for me. 800 times.
Tags: etsy giveaway hair pin little lovelies Categories: Contests/Giveaways
Mar
08th
2010
Now that Justin is making a smidge more money with his new job (!!!), I’ve been able to cut back on some time at my office. PRAISE JESUS, I say. Staying home on Monday and Friday afternoons is giving me a little extra time with Madeline, which has been so flipping fabulous, I could cry. I needed more time with my baby.
We’ve been spending those days playing with all her creepy dolls, she helps me cook and clean (meaning, she follows me around and screams at the vacuum cleaner when it starts to drown out Yo Gabba Gabba) & have just been having fun being silly together.
During her afternoon nap however, it’s me time, and during me time I mean business. With a few hours of peace and quiet and with no husband there to judge me, I make myself a nice cup of tea and bust out my cheesy teen vampire books, celeb gossip magazines and yes, Cosmo. I am indeed the sheltered 15 year old Morgan of yesteryear during nap time, and I’m loving it.
Categories: Me Being a Mom Things I'm Loving
Mar
08th
2010
You are getting verrrrrry sleepy…
You guys know I’m all about the rosettes, but two? Strategically placed?? ON THE JUBBLIES???
Tags: charlize theron oscars rosettes ugly dress Categories: Oh No She Didn't Style
Mar
03rd
2010
The other night, I realized my girlstache was getting out of control and decided it was time to fix that mess. Now, here’s a little background info for all of you who haven’t had the opportunity to peek under my bathroom sink… it’s like a hair-removal CIRCUS under there. I have super magnifying mirrors, razors, waxes, strips, creams, tweezers, gels, and about 5 different types of post-removal lotions to restore moisture and calm skin irritation. Pro.
Back to the other night. My method of choice was this cream you spread on the hair, let sit for 8 minutes, then wipe off. Easy peasy and PAINLESS because… wimp. I’m all about the comfort these days. Also, after just having a conversation with my sisters in law about getting a pimple mustache after a lip wax, I was too scarred and terrified to attempt it.
Seriously, doesn’t that scare you just thinking about it? A mustache of pimples?! THE HORROR.
So, I busted out a tube of this nice, non-pimple causing lotiony stuff and put it on my lip. Hmmm… I thought, that spot’s a tad fuzzy too. Let’s just add a liiiiiiiiiiiiittle more. Aaaaand, let’s deal with these sideburns… waitwaitwait, dab a little between the eyebrows. Ahh, better. And this went on until I basically covered my entire face in this white lotion.
Quite pleased with myself, I pranced out into the living room, right past Justin, and into the kitchen to grab a snack while I waited for the stuff to take effect. At one point, he looked up at me and raised his eyebrows, then turned back to what he was watching on tv. It didn’t even phase him. That’s love, right there. Or maybe he’s just used to my weirdness, I can’t be sure.
This had me thinking though… I am totally private about certain things like going to the bathroom, but completely open about others, like the mustache thing. Are all couples as open about silly things like this as we are? Or would you absolutely DIE if your husband saw you waxing your upper lip?
Categories: Me Being Crazy
