Genius, Giggles and Jets

An hour and a half drive. Four hours swimming. Carrying a double ride figure-eight tube up a three-story wooden stair case more times then I can count. Trips down the slides. Rides on the lazy river.  Exhausted after a fantastic day, we were finally settled back in the hotel room.

Screeches filled the two-story loft style hotel room we were staying in (beyond a treat for us) as the four girls whirl around discovering each part of it.  Walking into the main floor bathroom I discovered the two person, a small child could swim in, jacuzzi whirlpool tub in the bathroom.

“Let’s fill it up. The girls can play in it while we wait for the pizza to get here.” Holly geniusly suggests.

With a deep relieved sigh of a mother with no more energy left, “Yes! That is a great idea.”

I didn’t waste second yelling, “GGGIIIIRRRLS come and see this tub! What until you see what it does!”

Giggles and laughter fill the hotel room as all four girls, ages 4-6 see the tub.  Their giddiness and happy giggles turn to screeches as they get in the tub together eager to continue their adventures and fun filled day.

Holly and my friendship started when we started teaching the same year, we were fresh, green, nieeve, brand spankin new teachers. Over the twelve years we shared a classroom (probably close to the most fun, collaborative, creative and one of the most rewarding times in my career). We collaborated, worked together on projects, shared duties, knew all of the kids on each others case loads, grew together as teachers and taught each other tricks and tools we still use today. She got married. I went to her wedding. We had babies six months apart…Twice.  We both had two girls. We hung out. We spent time together. We developed a great friendship. Over the twelve plus years we created the kind of friendship that you can go months without seeing each other and then the instant you see each other it is like no time has ever passed.  The kind of friendship that when our schedules finally allow us to find free time for each other, I talk her ear off and smile until my cheeks hurt and the time was never enough.

As screeches and loud giggles bounce around the bathroom walls. Holly and I waste no time catching up. We shared stories about our husband. We commiserated and reminded each other we are not the only one whose husband does this or that. We shared our fears about our daughters up coming school year. We catch up on gossip about work.

“Mommmmmyyyyyy!!!!! I think the tub is full enough now!” one of the girls shouts.

Holly and I walk into the bathroom to turn on the whirlpool jets.  Excitement ozzes out of our girls as they anticipate the excitement of this brand new experienced. With one firm push of a button the jets come to life.  Ear piercing giddy screams fill the room as the girls are surprised by the force of the jets and this newly discovered fun.  Smiling, Holly and I go back to the kitchen  to continue our chatting assured that the girls will be entertained for quite sometime.

“That was such a good idea putting them in the tub.” I say to Holly. “This will for sure keep them busy until the pizza gets here. I’m sure after all that swimming my girls are ravenous. This will keep their mind off of being hungry ”

“They are having so much fun,” she smiles.

Minutes pass…a half hour passes…  soon we begin to hear louder happier, giddier,  gigglier fun coming from the bathroom.

“I better go check on them,” Holly says raising her eyebrows, knowing that it is her turn to check.

As I pour more chips into the bowl we are snacking on I suddenly hear Holly say from the bathroom..

my attention to the perfect after swimming, before deep dish pizza, during mom and girl talk snack is suddenly interrupted as I laugh out loud, and fall over (seriously… I was on the floor) roaring in laughter and slapping the floor as tears stream down my eyes.  And as Holly walks out of the bathroom her I can’t believe I just said that out loud, no one ever told me that combination of words would ever leave my lips, did I just use vagina and jets in the same sentence straight face instantly erupted into uncontrollable laughter!

 

 

MEMEday Week#2

I went to a book club. It was my very first ever.  It was so much fun and I got to meet some fantastic woman and the book was great too (bonus). Like a giddy little 5 year old excited for their first play date with a new friend…. ok, giddy like I get (did I just compare myself to a 5 year old). Ok I was giddy for my first ever, first all time book club meeting.

I logged into the book club. How cool is that? Not only was it my first book club, it was also vertual. Seventy woman from all over the United States and some from other countries reading the same book came to talk about it. I was ready. I had read the book. Ok ,I hadn’t quite finished all of it but I read enough of it to be an intelligent participant.

“OMG I love NKOTB.”

“Yes, they were so hot.”

“Oh, can you imagine them shirtless!!”

“I saw them in concert.”

“You did not!”

{Flowed through the Chat Box}

I came to book club and fans of shirtless NKOTB showed up!

and then this happen… “Laverne you know that means we need a book club NKOTB meme! Being that it was Abby that asked. Being that I adore her. Being that she is one of my most favorite blogging and tweets in the whole wide interneting universe. Being that I have a slight problem infatuation with memes… I said YES!!!!!!

I would also like to give a very special, from the bottom of I now know more then I ever thought I needed to ever in the whole wide world about NKOTB, thanks to Abby for spreading her love affair, crush love for all things NKOTB and Donnie Wahlberg with me this week all because I went to Book Club and …

My life will never be the same…. Oh Lordy!!!!

Sharing Her Gift…

Today I am giddy…. no that is not right.

Today I am deeply and absolutely moved to even be a part of this post.  Today Abby of Abby Gabs is sharing a story that close…comes from deep in her heart.  I am honored to have created all the word art on the photographs and touched to have created the visuals that would help tell this fantasticly beautiful, brave, and deeply moving story.

So what are you waiting for?

‘CLICK’ yourself some sunshine and head on over. It is certain to touch your heart (the story not the sunshine…the sunshine is cute though right?!  I drew it myself.  I’m rambling. Ok ‘CLICK’ and get out of here)!

Once Upon a Time…

I remember vividly the months leading up to the launch of Just Be Enough.  I remember Elena’s tweets sharing her new idea.  I remember my tweets back and my emails telling her that I wanted to be a part of this fantastic new adventure.  I remember my time as a contributor at Just Be Enough.  I remember and hold each piece I wrote there close to my heart.  I remember the amazing group of woman and each of their parts in molding, coaching, teaching, encouraging, giving me the confidence to discover, use and own my voice.  I remember each moment I spend there today.  I remember each day how lucky I am to always be a part of Just Be Enough.

I am indescribably excited to be joining the Just Be Enough group as they celebrate their one year anniversary.   To help celebrate it they asked us to create our own self-portrait, expressing how we would represent ourselves.

I couldn’t think of a better way to share my self-portrait then to share the story of me…

I adore you Elena… you incredible woman!

Congratulations on your one year anniversary!

You and all of the contributors have meant and mean so very much to me!!!

 

 

 

MEMEday: Week 1

Today starts the very firstEach Sunday I am sharing one of the many memes I love to create!  Who knows where the inspiration will come from or what the topic will be. I only know that it will be fun…and what else is a girl who is inspired by words, loves to create and adores making memes supposed to do?!   So with out more babbling and rambling I give you Sunday MEMEday Week 1!.

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The other night Amy from Accidential Musings tweeted…

Suddenly my thoughts were instantly taken to…

Actually no…first I replied to Amy’s tweet…

then I was taken to my summers as a child…

Living in Florida meant having a pool in our backyard (most of our street did). Having a pool meant spend almost everyday running around in our bath suits, from breakfast to dinner. My sisters and splashed and swam in the pool. Everyday of summer was like this. We swam, we jumped off the diving board, we rode bikes, we floated, we played tag, we had carefree, no worries, wonderful childhood fun. Then this happened…

I loved that movie. I loved the entire thing about it… awful fake shark and all!!
I loved it until in had to get back in the swimming pool. Suddenly my thoughts were no longer so carefree. My mind wandered and played tricks on me. It whispered things that would bring pause to my stroke as suddenly a vision of Jaws entered my head (don’t even get me started on the mind games the movie played on my head when we went to the beach).

Dunnun-Dunnun-Dunnun….

Eventually Jaws 2 came out. Even more campy then the first, but what can I say I’m a sucker for a terrible fake shark, an island small town and Sheriff Brody.

And as the thoughts of killer sharks messed with my mind the genius movie makers decided that just two Jaws movies were not enough. How about three? And this time lets make it 3D!

So when Amy ranted (I love when she rants and I love teasing her even more) …

I really could not agree with her more!

Just Me and Him

I sat down and shut the car door.  The excitement of the anticipation and trying something new-made me smile and bounce a little as I waited for him to take his spot in the driver’s seat.  My excitement was temporarily halted when he finally got into the car.

Suddenly I reminded myself,  “Oh yeah… I was miffed (actually more than miffed but I can not bring myself to swear on my blog)  at him.”

My lack of appreciation for sarcasim, coupled with my annoyance of trying to interpret it and addition of no date night in too many weeks, months to count left me…

Pulling out of the drive way he turned to drive down our street, but stopped the car.  He looked at me and smiled as he held my hand.  All the pressures of motherhood, managing a house, interpreting sarcasm, nights of mismatched schedules instantly disappeared.

Suddenly it was just me and him…

We were two people in love with each other.

We were a couple in love without a worry in the world.

Our only requirement of the day was to hold hands, sit close, enjoy this amazing day and…

…gather all the reminders we can about why we love each other so very much!

 

 

 

 

So This Is What It’s Like…

Today begins the first of a three part series of posts I am pairing up to do with the adorable, fabulously created, leave me in awww talented, do they get any more amazing, just plain fantastic Abby from Abby Gabs.  I absolutely giddy about working with her again…. because how can you not team up with someone again after you’ve had a sparkly glitter infused Princess Party together.

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If you are a mom you know what planning for and taking a family vacation… a family road trip from Michigan to Long Island, New York to Washington D.C. twelve hours, six hours hours in the car at a time is like.  Memorable is the first word that comes to mind right?  No.  How about memories that will last a life time?  No.  How about ooohhhhhh I can just imagine the wonderfulness of vacationing just me and my husband (at least that is what I dream about).  I dream of vacations just like Abby and Brian’s…

In the end when you come home the refrigerator is empty, the car needs to be cleaned out, luggage needs to be unpacked and…

TONS and TONS and TONS of laundry needs to be done!

Vacations are all the same.

They are full of amazing memories that will not be forgotten!

Wait just a second…. You mean even if you vacation without kids you still have to do laundry.  Where is that laundry fairy I ordered?

So who’s folding all this laundry for us?