Archive | February, 2013

City of Sin and Sparkle

19 Feb

I used to firmly believe that Las Vegas was not my kind of town.
The City of Sin. Hedonism taken out of hiding and put on display in neon lights for all the world to bask in the tainted glow.

I seem to have lightened up a bit over the years.

I still don’t gamble and I’m not really a Bud Light at 10am kind of girl. I have no desire to pay money to see a man who is probably gay and/or married to take off his clothes and act like he likes me. I don’t want to go to an all you can eat steak and seafood buffet and gorge until my pants pop.

Last weekend I went to Vegas without the kids and had a fantastic time. I know what you are thinking, well of course you did, you didn’t have the kids!
It was more than that, I swear. I didn’t do anything that was against my conscience or that I felt was leading the world down a slippery slope to devil-land.

I experienced beautiful art by one of my favorite artists right in my own hotel suite. I strolled through a stunning garden filled with the brightest tulips I have ever laid eyes on. I walked, and I admit slightly twitched my way through a live butterfly greenhouse. I ate creatively divine meals in spectacular dining rooms and sat beneath Swarovski chandeliers that could blind you with the bling factor.

Las Vegas actually is my kind of town. I love all things glittery and sparkly, I never say no to an over the top outfit and I believe when it comes to sleep, I can do that when I’m dead.

Just like everything else in life, your experience is what you make of it. You can choose to see the bad or really open up your mind and experience the shiny and good.

xoxo

How do you feel about Vegas? Skip it or See it?

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Knee Deep in Cheerios and Chocolate Milk – But Not Alone

7 Feb

I ran into one of my good friends L.M. today at Coffee Bean. I had the twins with me and as they spilled $20 worth of chocolate milk on the ground, she asked me a question that I’ve been getting a lot of lately, “Why haven’t you written anything on your blog?”
My hair stylist, the pharmacist, the UPS guy, my Dad and now my friends all want to know why I haven’t posted anything here for a few weeks. My friend said to me, “You may not know this, but your writing makes me happy, I look forward to reading it.”

It’s interesting, I never seriously thought about it that way. That by sharing my ridiculous tales about the twins and the mini-diva, that I might be making someone else feel better. When I first started publishing this blog I really had no clue who would actually read it. I did know that it was therapeutic for me and I enjoyed writing again. When I actually started to have followers and subscribers, I wanted to be flattered, but I was also sure that it was a mistake. Now, when I look at my numbers and statistics, I get it, people are actually reading my blog. Crazy!

When L.M. told me that my writing makes her happy I realized why most people read my blog (besides my parents, they have no choice) it’s because they can see that they are not alone.
I might be writing from Beverly Hills but I may as well be in Boise or Birmingham. The feelings that a Mother of small children seems to experience runs true no matter what your geographical locale might be.

I know what you’re thinking, In Boise they don’t hang out with celebrities and attend catered 1st birthday parties for 400 of the toddlers closest friends. Maybe not, but what is the same is the desire to do right by your kids. The desperate need to make them feel safe and loved. The exhaustion and frustration at the end of a tough day alone with them. The fear that everyone else got an instruction manual on parenting except you.

I haven’t written in awhile because I’ve been waiting for the perfect subject to come to mind so I could publish a witty yet heartfelt post. Despite getting to that point, I’m posting anyways. Because I’m not perfect, my writing is far from it, and it makes my friend L.M. happy.

It’s nice to be back. I missed you guys too.

xoxo

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