Dear maker of Bratz Dolls (MGM Entertainment)

To Whom it may concern,

Could you please stop making your little whore dolls. As a mom of three young girls, I can hardly stand to see such a disgusting little doll in the toy aisles. I think Bratz should at least have there own little section behind a curtain so that those of us who don't want to see them, don't have to. We live in a society where several woman's magazines have to be partially covered with a piece of black plastic to hide the cover because they have been deemed to provocative to be shown in the check out line....so I ask, "How are these dolls different?" They aren't just different, they're worse in my opinion than the magazines because they are made FOR children. Just because you put a "z" at the end of a name, that doesn't make it cute. They might as well be called Lil hoochiez...or Skankz....Oh but wait, the marketing wouldn't have been quite as promising then, would it?
I know that I am not the only mom who feels this way. I have several friends who will not allow their daughters to have the dolls either. Please put these dolls out of site in our stores! It will make it so much easier to go toy shopping for the things that our children really need to grow into intelligent, strong young women!

Sincerely,
Mom

Sisters.

My sister came to visit for a few days and help me start packing for our move in a few weeks. She only lives an hour away but our busy lives seem to keep us from having time to get together. When we hang out there is always shopping involved and usually junk food and movies. This time it was chocolate chip cookies...lots and lots of chocolate chip cookies. My sister and I are 7 years apart, so we are basically making up for lost time....because we completely hated each other growing up. Now, we are building our friendship...slowly learning new things about each other every time we talk. I think we will have the bond, eventually, that you think of when you hear the word sisters. I feel like we are proving that it is never to late to make a relationship strong and happy.

I hurt...

OK, I know that this is supposed to be an entry about Dancing with the Stars...but plans kind of changed. Don't worry there will be plenty of time to make fun of the "Stars" in the coming weeks. Just so you know, it is a secret "dream" of mine to BE on Dancing with the Stars. And, now that they have Melissa Rycroft on the show....I know that I finally have a chance! Seriously, I can just see the lineup for next season...maybe Nadia Suleman....COME ON! They really need to draw the line somewhere to determine who is considered "celebrity" enough to be on that show.
The reason that I am so behind is because I got hurt....again... After my third little girl was born, I started having major problems with my shoulder. I had been using my right arm so much to carry the kids that I popped my shoulder out of joint. Now, whenever I lift to much or even sleep crooked I end up stranded in my chair with a bag of ice...totally helpless.
I'll be better in a few days. Until then, the kids are on autopilot... It's good for them to have to wait on mommy!

Try it before you buy it?

Do you ever go to Walmart and sometimes feel like you're at a garage sale...or Goodwill....you get my drift? The other day I went to my local hometown Walmart and managed to make it home with a packaged of used...yes, I said USED deodorant and a broken lamp. How did this happen you ask? One would think that I would notice these things before leaving the store, right? Or is it just to much to ask of a store to sell new deodorant and lamps that acutually produce light.... I guess not. After all, this is the same place that I have gone to before and stumbled across half eaten food in the grocery department and discovered someones old shoes in a new shoebox on the shelf. It kind of makes you wonder....WHODOESSTUFFLIKETHAT!
Upon returning the disgusting used deodorant...eww, I just threw up in my mouth a little thinking about it again, and my broke ass lamp, I received the typical no fuss Walmart service. Actually...the Walmart employee was nice and kind of funny... When I told her why I was returning the deodorant, she responded, "That's nasty...they must have needed it pretty bad..."
In conclusion, I give everyone the Walmart challenge. See if you can go one month without going there!! I'm not going to get all preachy and say to boycott Walmart....I've seen the Walmart movie (you should see it, it's so interesting.) But, just try it for a short time anyways. Raise your shopping standards! We ALL deserve better!
That's all I've got for tonight. Tune in tomorrow for my recap of tonight's Dancing With The Stars...

Vaseline on the cat...

OK, so you all need to know that first off, I am a really good mom. I really do watch my kids very closely to make sure that they don't get into things... However, I have a two year old who operates like a stealth bomber and has arms like gumby. So, anyways, awhile back, as I cleaned and did laundry my stealth baby found her way into the bathroom to a container of Vaseline. Now before I tell you what she did with the Vaseline...I must tell you about our beautiful cat. Our cat, Oz, is a handsome thing. He is a Ragdoll cat with soft, long, fluffy hair. Oz has a great, easy going personality. He lets the girls dress him, put ribbons in his hair...you get my point. So, back to the Vaseline. Where childen are concerned, quiet is NEVER a good thing unless there is sleep involved. As I went to check on my little one, the first thing I noticed was a pair of greasy smudged hand prints on the door...oh wait on the wall, too. Oh crap! Where is she...? I hear giggling...oh crap...that's even worse. Now as I round the corner to our bedroom I am fully expecting the worst. And, sure enough, there she is, in the corner loving on the cat with her thickly coated Vaseline hands. I pulled her away from the cat and tried to put on my tough as nails mom face. Into the bathroom I go with her. I sit her in the middle of the bath mat and point my finger to express my disappointment with her. Then....I turn to the poor cat...which, of course, is when I could no longer keep a straight face. Poor Oz, frozen in the corner, covered with Vaseline.
Now we jump to the present day. The cat has been bathed SO many times...and still greasy fur and clumps of matted fur. I finally broke down and called the vet (who is also the person that we got Oz from.) Now, our cat with beautiful, long, fluffy hair.....will be BALD! It is the only way to fix him... Don't worry, I will definitely post a picture once the shaving is done...

Until next time...

Welcome to my blog!

Welcome to my first blog! I have started this as a way to share my life and thoughts with family, friends and others who stop in. As a mom of three young girls, I have often thought, "I should really be writing this down," during many random life moments. I hope to share many daily moments as well as "flashback" moments that I have wanted to write about. So, enjoy as you read!

Sarah