Saturday, December 31, 2011


 52 weeks. 

365 days. 

12 months.

31, 536, 000 seconds. 


Remember when you were a kid and you thought the day went on forever?  Like it seemed it would never end? 

I remember my mom saying to just wait until I got older and I would see differently.  How right she was. 

Now I see the days as short and the years flying by. 

One thing is for sure.  The calendar tells me today is December 31 and it is time to look forward to 2012.

I've mentioned before I am not a big resolutions for the New Year kind of girl. 

This doesn't mean I don't have goals in mind but if you're looking for me to share 2012 resolutions with you, keep it moving. 

No matter what you may have scheduled, the dawn of each day appears almost like a blank slate.  

I choose to see each day as a chance for a new beginning. 

I choose to see each day as an opportunity to make moves in a forward direction. 

I choose to see each day as a day full of endless possibility - to love, to laugh, to be, to do, to believe, to walk in faith, to LIVE.

With that being said, I wish you and yours all things fabulous in 2012. 

Happy New Year!

Peace, Love, Laughter.  xOxO, Mo

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Mailbox Melange

In the tech savvy world in which we live, I appreciate holding a magazine in my hand.  Below are some of the ones I currently subscribe to. 
I also get the Journey mag from Triple AAA, Paper Crafts, and the USAA mailer too.  Quite the mish-mash, like my personality and interests.  Because I like to think I'm fancy and am French/French-Canadian, I like to say melange. 

I recycle once I am done so although they may be in paper, the footprint I leave behind is reduced. 

I like People for pop culture and for entertainment. 

Better Homes and Gardens is great for home and entertaining ideas.

Shop Smart gives sound advice and the research is thorough.  One of the best parts is the research is done by a team of folks and not just me.

Success is inspirational, professionally and personally. 

I wonder if there will ever come a day in which I eliminate all paper subscriptions. 

That's crazy thinking.  

Hey, I thought it was crazy talk to say I prefer an ebook reader over a book but I do so you never know. . . crazy things happen in my life. By choice.  By chance.     

Peace, Love, Laughter.  xOxO, Mo

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Christmas Day 2011

Christmas Day of 2011 found me in my rubber ducky pjs and Rudolph slippers with the kitteh.

This picture was snapped right before I settled in first thing in the morning with my bible to read the story of Jesus' birth, which is something I do every Christmas morning.

After all, it is the reason for the season.

The rest of the day I hibernated.

Yup, stayed inside all day. Didn't change out of my pjs. Read one of the newly downloaded books on Kenny and slept. Sure did. Slept.

This marks the do or die week for me, meaning all the hard work for the year can sour 2011 and 2012, so I need to be on the utmost top of my game.

I still have a bit of a cough and am tired but other than this, the worst of the crud is behind me.  I am grateful for this. 

Hope you and yours had a great holiday too. 

Peace, Love, Laughter.  xOxO, Mo

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas

From my house and heart to you and yours, I wish you a very Merry Christmas. 

Friday, December 23, 2011

Friday Night

Not the best picture but represents my Friday night perfectly.

Candles lit, whether by flame or battery, throughout the house.

Feel good TV. I watched the last hour of  Fireproof and all of Facing the Giants via CMT.

Skyped with 2 of my favorite people. 

Nommed on a slice of frozen pizza. 

Enjoyed a mug of hot cocoa. 

Took delight in the decorated Christmas tree to my right. 

Snuggles with the kitteh.   

Filled Kenny, my Kindle, back up with 6 books I have been wanting to read.  Merry Christmas to me. 

Now watching The Squeeze on MSNBC. 

A very nice way to spend a Friday night in.  Tiny slices of heaven on earth. 

Peace, Love, Happiness, and Laughter.  xOxo, Mo

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Working Hard

I am blessed to be able to telecommute. 

Isn't modern technology grand?

Have laptop, internet connection, will work.

It can also be an evil.  If you have all you need with you any time of the day or night, you might find yourself working more hours than you would if you were in the office. 

Of course, this means productivity goes up. 

Blah.  Blah.  Blah. 

When I work from home and need the extra space, I take up residence on my craft table versus my desk, which is on the other side of the room. 

Lucky likes to be a part of the action too. 

She sleeps between the monitor and the keyboard. 

She's such a nice kitteh to think of my needs.  I mean she could stand right in front of the monitor or on the keyboard and demand attention but noooo, she's hard at sleep work right where you see her in the above picture.

She amazes me with the hours she will snooze in the same position.  On a hard surface. 

All in the name of Peace, Love, Happiness, and Laughter.  xOxO, Mo

Monday, December 19, 2011

My Pee Pants defines shame as
1. the painful feeling arising from the consciousness of something dishonorable, improper, ridiculous, etc., done by oneself or another: She was overcome with shame.

2. susceptibility to this feeling: to be without shame.

3. disgrace; ignominy: His actions brought shame upon his parents.

4. a fact or circumstance bringing disgrace or regret: The bankruptcy of the business was a shame. It was a shame you couldn't come with us.

My friends tell me I have no shame. 

You'll see how this came about as a topic of conversation recently when I share a page from my book of life with you shortly. 

I thought long and hard about this.  What makes me feel shameful?

Not a lot is the conclusion I came to. 

How is this so? 

I own my actions. 

I stand behind, in front of and with the words exiting my mouth I put into the universe. 

I try not to have regrets or disgrace myself or others. 

I am comfortable with my actions and with who I am. 

'Tis true I do behave in ridiculous and in an improper manner from time to time but these actions don't bring me shame. 
So, with this being said, when I made the pee pee pants -- totally sober, not ill, and in the parking lot of Costco Friday, Dec. 9th -- I knew I'd be sharing the story with my friends. 
Yes, that is right.  I, a woman closer to the age of 40 than not, made pee pee pants. 
I had the day off from work.  4 cups of coffee and 48oz of water later while being out and about lead to my making of the pee pee pants. 
After I took care of some bisnatch at home, I headed out to meet friends for lunch and to run some errands. 
Keep this look in mind as the story progresses. 
Upon arriving at their office, I used the restroom.  At this point I was about 3.5 cups of coffee in. 
We headed to lunch.  This is where I didn't consume that much to drink.  I was busy nomming on my naked chicken salad minus dressing, add the queso, pile on the pico goodness from Qdoba. 
After a quick game of old school paper football with hand goals, we said our goodbyes and I headed to my crack house, Impress. 
No bathroom break needed here.  I knew I could wait until I made it to Ulta.  Off I went in the car to Ulta, down the road and around the corner.   
No problems here y'all.  Just me sucking down the rest of the coffee and making the water a thing of the past.
Bathroom break at Ulta.  Supplies re-stocked and off to Costco I go.
I zoom through the aisles getting what I need.  As I stand in line to check out I realize I need to tinkle.  I think to myself I can hold it until I get home.  There is no one to watch my cart if I go to the bathroom here.  Yeah, I can hold it.
I have a bladder of steel. 
Be the bladder of steel. 
There I am.  Finished checking out.  Wishing the lady looking over my receipt would quit fawning over my new faux fur blanket, the screaming hot deal on a hot and cold laminator, and just let me go. 
Can't she see by the look on my face I need to pee?
Oh yeah, that's right.  I have a bladder of steel and can hold. it.  Be the bladder of steel.
Finally, I make it to my car.  I say finally because I went down the wrong aisle, couldn't squeeze the cart through the cars (tried twice between two sets of vehicles), and ended up having to add more I can hold it, I can hold it thoughts to myself as I went back up the aisle only to come down another parking lot aisle, and arrive at my car. 
I unlock the trunk.  I position the cart to block me in like any sane, single girl does.  
Slowly I begin to unload the grocery cart of goodies.  
Keep in mind I am now crossing my legs, squeezing my bladder, saying hold it hold it hold it hold it and attempting to be the bladder of steel. 
Then it happens.  A tiny trickle.  I think to myself, "I got this."  Bladder of steel. Unload. Get home. 
Keep unloading.  More hold it hold it hold HOLD IT. . . and darn, there it goes.  
The gates opened.  I had no choice than to let it go.  The bladder of steel lives here no more. 
I sat on my bumper and politely made the pee pants with the above smile on my face as seen in the picture taken before I headed out.  
Wait, I thought to myself.  You're wearing sweater Uggs.  You must protect the Uggs.  
Yes folks, that was a real thought,  Priorities.  You'd be proud to know I have skills worthy of doing just that.  All you have to do is squat a little bit, press thighs and knees together, extend your feet shoulder width apart and you too can save your sweater Uggs from the pee pee.
So, as I am sitting on my bumper in said stance, I notice my pee is Moutain Dew yellow.  Oh yeah, that's right.  I took the B100 later in the day.  If anyone looks my way I can always act like I spilled a Mountain Dew.  Yeah, yeah, that's it.  I spilled Mountain Dew. 
Once I finished doing my business, which obviously I couldn't hold, I put the cart away, grabbed the blanket from the back seat, and drove myself home.  In my pee pants. 
Upon arrival home, shower, change of clothes, and no feelings of shame. 
The bladder of steel doesn't live here. 
Upon sharing the story with my W2 crew after our Saturday AM exercise, I was gifted with a pee saver for the next time I think I can hold it. 
You pee in the sack and it turns it to a gel like substance.  I hear you can get them at auto supply stores.  I might need to get more than just this one seeing as we all know there will be a next time I think I can hold it. 

Hey, do the stripes on my gloves and hat make me look big?

Peace, Love, Laughter.  xOxO, Mo

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Under the Weather

Sunday I fell asleep reading the paper with the kitteh on my lap. 

I should have known then I was in for a special surprise.  The kind that brings the aches, the chills, the fever . . . the sickness. 

I never fall asleep reading the paper in the den, on the love seat, and stay that way for a few hours. 

Guess I can't say never since it happened Sunday.

Fast forward to Monday.  Headaches. No appetite.  Only want to sleep.  Hurts to swallow. Ears are tender.

I pushed through Monday like a champ and took Dayquil and the ever so handy Nyquil before bed Monday.

At some point in the middle of the night I woke up drenched in sweat.  Not a little.  DRENCHED. 

Yup, quickly made an appointment to see the doctor Tuesday afternoon right after my 7:00 AM conference call. 

At the appointment in the afternoon, as she felt my my nodes and stated the words wow. I knew I was in for a special treat. 

Let's draw some blood to see if you have mono and hey open wide and say ahh so I can stick this swab down your throat and watch you gag in discomfort. 

Good times. 

Really though.  So far so good.  It's not mono.  I go back Friday for another blood draw just to be safe since my white blood cell count was extremely elevated. 

For now I sound horrible, feel worse, have made the kitteh learn patience as she wants to play and any time I lean down for her toy, the room spins and my head pounds.

I'm trying to stay hydrated but gosh darn does it ever hurt to swallow.  No fever but I am alternating between being just right and cold.

Yay me.

It truly is the most wonderful time of the year.

Peace, Love, Laughter, and Happiness.  xOxO Mo

Tuesday, December 06, 2011



I am here. 

If you are reading this, you are too. 

I know I have been absent from my blog for far too long. 

I have no excuses. 

I've been busy. 

Busy living. 

Busy loving. 

Busy laughing. 

Busy investing in me.

Which made me realize an investment in me is my blog.  That's why I started it to begin with. 

To document. 

To share. 

To welcome others to my itsy bitsy teeny weeny part of the world in which I not only survive but thrive in. 

So, yes, I am here. 

I am BACK. 

My self imposed goal is a minimum of 3 entries per week. 

Stay tuned. 

Y'all come on back now ya' hear. 

Peace, Love, Happiness.  xOxO, Mo