C'mon What Is Your Top Five

So have you ever been sitting around talking with friends and said, "What is your top five best looking men?"...C'mon we have all done it. We ask our spouse we ask our friends because I think first of all we are curious to know what other people find attractive and well we are just curious especially when it comes to our spouses. For example, come to find out my husband seems to like the latino type, Salma Hayek, Sofia Vergara; really he likes brunettes that are curvy, which works out well for me. Now the top 5 list changes and people come and go but it is usually pretty consistent. Dwayne Johnson aka "The Rock"....sigh.....yes I can't say the name without a sigh. He is tall, dark, and handsome with tattoos. I know the tattoo thing is a generational but I am of the generation of tattoos and a find "The Rocks" particularly yummy.

Vin Diesel, I love that voice and that body is...well....nice. See, top two tells you I do like shaved heads, dark features, big, and nice arms. I know nothing about these men but in my head I see these kind of guys as being manly men but know how to be gentle when needed and treat their ladies like gold. I don't like wimpy, passive, timid men. Nothing is more of a turn off than a passive guy to me. I also don't like needy men that are constantly needing reassurance and to be told what to do. It is probably the high testosterone type movies that these guys do that somehow endure me to them even more.

Oh Brad...one of the few blonde's that is hard to resist. I first saw him in Thelma and Louise and have been hooked since. He is and oddity because first of all he is blonde and he is one of the few men that I ever found attractive with long hair, Legends of the Fall.....oh Tristan. He has a great smile and he gets better with age I think. Not only does Angelina have great lips but she also has Brad....some girls have all the luck.......

Gerard Butler. He is one that rotates in out of list but he seems to find his way back in a lot. He is once again a manly man...he oozes manliness. He has a look that is not overly sexy but the more you watch him the more you find yourself being attracted. He is the kind of guy you picture sitting around watching football, having a beer, smoking a cigar, flirty, kinda a ladies man that you are not sure you could ever trust....yup that is Gerard in a nutshell for me.

Okay put the kooky Scientology and the fact he is short in the back of your mind. This movie, this scene, made me realize I truly love men and find them......Delicious! Every girl knows this gratuitous scene of sweaty flesh. Tom Cruise was my childhood celebrity crush and for that reason even if he jumps on Oprah's couch he will always be in my top five.


So ladies...who is your type five? Do you like the suave, sophisticated man; is the artsy, intelligent man your type, or is it the pretty boy that makes every girl and gay man giggle?

C'mon we all have that list.......

Mean Moms

I am currently taking an English course that teaches you how to write college papers such as research and rhetoric papers. It has been interesting and has made me step away from my blog type writing and actually have to write something in depth with hints of intelligence. We are getting ready to begin our process of doing our research paper and I think my topic will be something about capitalism and our economy...ya,ya ...politics, government, corruption...blah, blah, blah...you know what I would really love to focus my research on....."Mean Moms". Have you seen the movie Mean Girls? Well if you have not it is the pack mentality that teenager girls adopt to survive the hell that we call High School. Each girl in the popular "clique" is given a particular personality,the slut; the stupid one, the gossip; and of course the queen bee. I have learned through careful observation that this mentality seems to follow some women out of high school and they continue to carry on this mean girl persona so I have aptly named them "Mean Moms".


You have to observe these moms in their natural habitat like a playground but one of the ideal places to observe these women is at the children's museum. They thrive in this environment. First of all they feel as though because they have purchased an expensive membership to this educational environment it automatically gives them that heir of educational superiority. They have purchased this membership to further their child's vast intelligence so that they can go to kindergarten already understanding the laws of physics. The "Mean Moms" gather together with there whole foods snacks, 300 dollar purses, and 1000 dollar extensions. The clothes vary, it is either really expensive jeans with high heel shoes and chunky jewelery or it is the yoga gear to prove that had just recently worked out with their trainer. The hair has highlights and they always have eyelash extensions and freshly manicured fingers. They discuss their children's overly scheduled activities and how their coaches don't give them enough play time. They gossip about there neighbors and their friends and whatever charity event they are involved in.


There is always a lead mom, the queen bee mom. She is the type A personality with the blackberry out at all times. She dominates the conversation and all eye's revolve around her to see what the next move is. The rest are just followers they are usually wearing clothes that are to young for them and they laugh and enthusiastically agree with everything that the queen bee has to say.


I watch and I think to myself, Why? Why can't they leave high school behind? Are they trying to run for homecoming queen? Why am I observing you? Am I jealous?.........


Well if you know me, the last question is easy to answer, NO! I was never part of clique let alone wanting to be part of one as an adult but isn't it weird even as an adult you feel excluded and secretly know that you would never be accepted to that group and that leaves you with that unsure 15 year old feeling......hmmmm.....


See isn't this so much more fascinating then Capitalism and its impact on the economy.....well I suppose I will go on quietly observing these moms at school events, grocery stores, birthday parties, and playgrounds and wonder if we ever truly outgrow the politics of cliques.

A Pledge To Myself

It is time to focus and get back to my goal of the dreaded word "weight loss". Silly time of year to be focused on weight loss with all the holidays approaching but if I don't I am going to offset all my hard work that I have done this year. Me and my sister in laws set off at the end of February to loose weight. My one sister in law who was blessed with great height and the ability to loose weight much faster than me is looking fab I must say and has reached her goal but I on the other hand had about twice as much as her to loose so it is now time to focus on that second half. I hate talking about weight because honestly aside from some genetic factors my fat butt is my problem and my lack of self-control when eating. I joke about it and laugh about it but I try to not to put myself down because of it. I think all women have their insecurities and certainly mine is weight but I will not put my life on hold because of extra weight. It is so easy as woman to put ourselves down because we are constantly comparing ourselves to other women but as most of us know those women are also comparing themselves to us.

So I have lost 50 pounds so far this year and I have another 50 I would like to loose by March and I know it is obtainable when I focus and don't let things like yummy baked good and fries stand in my way. Food is my addiction admittedly and it is a damn good tasty addiction too. So I am putting out to everyone that I am trying to refocus through the holidays and get back on the bandwagon of trying to exercise and watch what I eat, I am making my fat butt accountable to the worldwide web. So here is my pledge to myself:

I am solemnly swear that I will not eat in excess,

and I will stay away from all that is yummy and easy to access.

I will weigh myself weekly and not be beat myself up

even if the scale tells me to give up.

I will regularly exercise even when my body says no,

I will get on the treadmill come hell or high water I can't say NO.

I will always look in the mirror no matter what I see, and

tell myself that it is okay to be me.

Halloween Rant!

So here is my parental rant for the day and if you know me you have heard this rant before. It is my Halloween costume rant. My twins wear junior size clothing and apparently according to those who make Halloween costumes feel that my 11 year old needs to be a slut for Halloween. It can be a nurse slut, prison slut, witch slut, devil slut, pirate slut, pixie slut, goth slut.....and the list goes on and on. If my girl is 11 or 19 I hope I have taught her enough common sense that she can decide on her own that there are other cute Halloween costume choices aside from being a SLUT!

Why has this become the new fad? The media and marketers have decided collectively that all girls should wear as little on this holiday to prove their sexiness. Listen I am not a prude but I think you can look sexy as women without blatantly looking like you just stepped off a bad adult film set and I especially do not want my 11 year old looking like she just came from an adult film set.

So to the marketing companies I want to say, PLEASE, let my child be a child and try not to dress them up as some pedophiles fantasy!

So I suppose we are off to the local thrift store to come up with something on our own and I promise you it will be three times more creative and they will look appropriate for their age!

Hello World

I suppose I have never noticed or maybe it is a new feature but you can track how many people have looked at your blog, what post was most popular, and the countries where people have viewed your blog. The top three are the UK and China and Germany. What do people in China think of my random pictures and a glimpse into my somewhat boring American life. My vacation pictures seemed to be popular in Germany and my X-rated peanut butter post was popular for the UK it seemed to get a LOT of hits but I think that was random people logging on thinking they were going to see more than a picture of a Reese's peanut butter cup (who knew the Brits were into peanut butter). I more or less started blogging because I enjoy writing though I know my grammar could use some help. I do it for family and friends so they can see what is going on in my life. It is basically my online journal without getting to personal so as not embarrass myself and my family.

So to my intercontinental audience I am a typical "middle america housewife". I am married, have three kids, own a home, have debt, drive an over sized gas guzzling vehicle, I am on the internet to much and watch way to much reality T.V., Believes in God and this country,owns a gun, loves the great outdoors, and last but not least always on diet because I indulge in way to much over processed American cuisine..............but.........

I also want you to know that I am going to college to be a nurse, my goal is to get me a passport and come see your country some day, my family is everything to me, I am LDS, we are struggling like many other Americans right now financially but we know that everything will work out in the end, most Americans are good hearted people, I have dreams, reluctance, fear, and self-doubt, optimism and pessimistic emotions running through me at all times. All of this makes up me...a typical "middle america housewife".................Hello world my name is Michele and welcome to my life

L-O-V-E

I have not lost a spouse. parent, or a good friend to death. I know at some point I will experience at least two of these things and maybe all three in my life. When someone around me looses someone that was an intricate part of their life and they loved my heart breaks for them because I know if I lost my spouse or a parent or a dear friend my heart would shatter into a million pieces. So where do you begin to put those shattered pieces of your heart back together?

I suppose your heart will mend day by day and there will be days that not a stitch will be made because it will hurt to much. I think that love is where it all begins. The love you receive the love you give and the never ending love for that person that is no longer with you..

Show your love everyday with those around you. If it is a hug or a kiss or the words it is all food for your soul and for your hearts.
Let there always be love ..................

Unforgotten Feelings

As I was flipping channels on the T.V. this morning I came across a documentary about a women who had a micro-preemie. The baby was born at 25 weeks and weighed only 1 pound. They had the decision to take him off of any life support because they knew his ability to thrive and live would be limited to say the least. They choose to continue with the support and health care and though there were times they thought he would not survive and he will have always have disability issues in the end he made it. He was walking and smiling and laughing and doing things the doctors said he would never do.

Though we are approaching the twins 11th birthday in a week my memories and feelings that I experienced while they were in the NICU will never be forgotten. The women in this documentary described the NICU as a science fiction lab that few are aware of. The delicate support of death and life is executed everyday. I was lucky, it is a constant barrage of tests that determine if your child will have a life of health and mental normality, all of our tests came back good where as others were not as lucky. To not be able to hold your child right away, to be able to kiss them on their head, to dress them in their new onesies, and not be able to give them a bath, all these things are taken from you and all that clouds your mind is the thoughts of, "please Lord let them make it through this day."

I felt this woman's uncertainty of the future and her fear of what the outcome may be. You learn to live by day, hours, and minutes in the NICU. First thing you check is if any weight gain has happened and the slow removal of wires and tubes. The less tubes there are the better things are getting.

I do remember the first time I did get to hold them, feed them, bathe them. It was the stepping stones to them coming home.

They give you CPR class before they send you home with a preemie. They have apnea issues and tend to forget to breath. You leave the hospital with oxygen and wires still attached. You leave the security of the doctors and nurses behind and now you are in charge of this fragile little life.

The twins were born on September 10th and Cheyenne came home first a few days before Halloween. They kept Kaitlynn another week because her oxygen levels kept dipping. When I finally brought Kaitlynn home I laid her down next to Cheyenne and it as though she just knew instinctively that was her other half, the one that shared the womb with her. She began kicking her feet and smiling., she knew she was home.

We have been fortunate that they have few issues. We had a scare of cellulitis (picture above) and a tumor on Cheyenne's ovary that proved to be malignant but after surgical removal there was no need for chemotherapy. They have a few speech delays and learning delays but they keep up in school with a little extra effort and help.

Here they are 11 years later. They are starting to change to young women now and they love Hannah Montana, Wizards of Waverly Place, music, makeup, clothes and boys. They are amazing and they will always be my little miracles!!