Its all good tho, the weekend is just around the corner! 

                       

Its all good tho, the weekend is just around the corner! 

Sometimes being a mommy hurts. Especially when your children hurt.

Sometimes being a mommy hurts. Especially when your children hurt.

That was always one of my favorite books growing up. I read that book until the pages were falling out! Funny, the things that come to our mind throughout our adult lives from our childhood.

That’s how I have felt this past week. Busy. Every single day. This weekend isn’t going to be any different. It almost seems that the warmer the weather gets, the busier I get. Good thing I got my new Blackjack II (Wine colored of course) to keep me connected when I am on the go! omg, I think I am in love with this thing. For real. I get my email, texts, can surf the web, watch videos, even catch up on Desperate Housewives since I’ve been missing so many episodes lately. Wow. It keeps me from having to be tied down to my computer, which is awesome since I haven’t had much time to be. Poor little lap top is feeling a little ignored here lately.

This past week, I also got my new deck installed in my car. It’s awesome. Completely tech nerded out, with bluetooth capabilities, ipod hook up, USB port to charge my personal devices while on the road - and it sounds bitchin’!  No more grandma bumps for Meela! Woot! Damn thing even came with a remote control, and a cute little velvet pouch to keep the face plate in when I remove it from the car. The remote thing cracks me up because my car is so little it’s like, who the hell needs a remote unless you’re in the back seat, in which case you won’t be working my stereo from there anyhow.    Whatev.

Spoiled much? Yeah, maybe so, but I do love me some techie toys! On twitter the other day, Mamacita says

“ I can’t go anywhere without great quantities of personal electronics at my fingertips. When did this happen?”

I have to ask myself that same question. Yet I hive at the thought of ever having to go somewhere without any of my personal electronics. BTP, my teenage daughter, laughs at me all of the time, telling me that I am more like a snotty Scottsdale mom thats living in the wrong part of town with all of my high tech gadgets I carry around with me. Displaced Snottsdale mom, hu. Not the image I would choose to portray if given the choice. I much prefer thinking I’m more like a teenager.

Here soon I will be off to shoot “C“‘s tee ball game, then off to make an appearance at Hubsend’s cousin Jeromy’s graduation party. After that BTP and I are heading to the mall to get our ears pierced again. Her, three more holes, me one more hole. After that I am determined to get my house cleaned up and my laundry done so that I don’t have to do any type of Motherly work on Mother’s Day. I plan to sit by the pool sipping Pina Coladas.

To all of you Mothers out there: I hope you get sufficiently spoiled this weekend!

That was always one of my favorite books growing up. I read that book until the pages were falling out! Funny, the things that come to our mind throughout our adult lives from our childhood.

That’s how I have felt this past week. Busy. Every single day. This weekend isn’t going to be any different. It almost seems that the warmer the weather gets, the busier I get. Good thing I got my new Blackjack II (Wine colored of course) to keep me connected when I am on the go! omg, I think I am in love with this thing. For real. I get my email, texts, can surf the web, watch videos, even catch up on Desperate Housewives since I’ve been missing so many episodes lately. Wow. It keeps me from having to be tied down to my computer, which is awesome since I haven’t had much time to be. Poor little lap top is feeling a little ignored here lately.

This past week, I also got my new deck installed in my car. It’s awesome. Completely tech nerded out, with bluetooth capabilities, ipod hook up, USB port to charge my personal devices while on the road - and it sounds bitchin’!  No more grandma bumps for Meela! Woot! Damn thing even came with a remote control, and a cute little velvet pouch to keep the face plate in when I remove it from the car. The remote thing cracks me up because my car is so little it’s like, who the hell needs a remote unless you’re in the back seat, in which case you won’t be working my stereo from there anyhow.    Whatev.

Spoiled much? Yeah, maybe so, but I do love me some techie toys! On twitter the other day, Mamacita says

“ I can’t go anywhere without great quantities of personal electronics at my fingertips. When did this happen?”

I have to ask myself that same question. Yet I hive at the thought of ever having to go somewhere without any of my personal electronics. BTP, my teenage daughter, laughs at me all of the time, telling me that I am more like a snotty Scottsdale mom thats living in the wrong part of town with all of my high tech gadgets I carry around with me. Displaced Snottsdale mom, hu. Not the image I would choose to portray if given the choice. I much prefer thinking I’m more like a teenager.

Here soon I will be off to shoot “C“‘s tee ball game, then off to make an appearance at Hubsend’s cousin Jeromy’s graduation party. After that BTP and I are heading to the mall to get our ears pierced again. Her, three more holes, me one more hole. After that I am determined to get my house cleaned up and my laundry done so that I don’t have to do any type of Motherly work on Mother’s Day. I plan to sit by the pool sipping Pina Coladas.

To all of you Mothers out there: I hope you get sufficiently spoiled this weekend!

I live in Arizona - duh.
Here, the lack of moisture in the air sucks the moisture out of everything else, especially places like your feet. Those who live on/near a beach and spend a lot of time there, don’t necessarily need to worry about pedicures. Their feet, moist and soft from the salt water, get scrubbed down and ex foliated as you walk across the sand. Those of us who do not live on the beach don’t have that luxury. Therefore, we must either pay for someone else to get our feet summer sandal ready, or do it ourselves.

Personally, I’d rather save my money for the fabulous shoes of the season rather than give it to someone else to do it for me. I guess I am just selfish like that.

Moisture, Moisture, Moisture!

Start with moisture. Either soak your feet in a light saline solution and warm water mixture, or take a long shower. You know, the kind of shower where you shave every bit, wash every crevis and begin to prune beneath the spray. Me? I prefer the showers, as it is a nice long section of kidless, husband less quiet time. Standing in the shower that long will certainly soften the tough, dead skin on your feet sufficiently enough to begin.

Pumice, Baby!
If your callouses and dried skin aren’t too bad, you might be able to get away with simply using an emery board on your feet before you soak. I refuse to wear shoes at home, and therefore my feet can get quite bad. Bad enough to require a pumice attack. At least once a week. Start with a good pumice stone, like the Sephora Brand Pumice Stone. Personally? I would use that one had I not bought myself one at Fry’s one day that is probably one of the best ones I’ve ever purchased. What kind is it? I have no idea. Anyhow....

Using the stone on your feet in the shower is quite simple. The key is to make sure the water spray is spraying on your feet while you ex foliate. Rub the stone on the rough places of your feet and file away the dead dry skin that makes them icky for summer sandals. You should repeat this process at least once a week, maybe twice depending on how bad your feet get. If your feet are really neglected, you might want to begin with a good callouses file to get the ball rolling. After that, you should only have to use the file if you’ve neglected your feet terribly for weeks on end.

Painted Lady, or Buff and Shine?
I happened to be a painted lady. Some folks prefer the natural look that comes with a good buff and shine. Nothing wrong with that, just make sure that you follow though with the buff and shine so they look clean and pristine. My paint of choice for summer toes is red. Red, red, red. It’s a different red than the red that I would wear during the winter months. No matter what you decide to paint your toes, please make sure that you do not paint the cuticle or the skin around your toe nail. It looks trashy.

More Moisture!
Once your nail polish has dried, or you have finished the buff and shine of your nails, you must moisturize! Yes. Again, and again, and again, and again. Burn it into your brain. For the after pedi moisturizing, I choose Burt’s Bees Coconut Foot Creme. Omg, this stuff is moisturizer heaven! I don’t just use it after a pedi either. I slather my feet with this stuff every time I get out of the shower, or out of the pool. Every chance I get.

Before going to bed for the night, however, I rub my feet down with Dr. Sholl’s For Her Ultra Overnight Creme.

PAY ATTENTION HERE!

Ladies, please, please PLEASE! Shave your damned feet!  C’mon. Don’t even lie to yourself. You are human, too. We grow hair on knuckles and all kinds of unwanted places, and as women it is expected that we keep that unsightly hair trimmed up. For the life of me, I cannot understand why a woman would religiously get her eye brows and bikini area waxed, and yet walk around with Yeti toes! WTH? And no, just because you are blond and your hair is light like duck fuzz, it does not make it ok to ignore. No, No, NO! Shave that shit. Now. It takes 30 seconds to hit your foot with the razor while you are shaving your legs, taking a shit, watching t.v., whenever you so choose. But, for God’s sake, please quit disgracing fantastic shoes and expensive pedicures with hairy damned toes.  /rant

I live in Arizona - duh.
Here, the lack of moisture in the air sucks the moisture out of everything else, especially places like your feet. Those who live on/near a beach and spend a lot of time there, don’t necessarily need to worry about pedicures. Their feet, moist and soft from the salt water, get scrubbed down and ex foliated as you walk across the sand. Those of us who do not live on the beach don’t have that luxury. Therefore, we must either pay for someone else to get our feet summer sandal ready, or do it ourselves.

Personally, I’d rather save my money for the fabulous shoes of the season rather than give it to someone else to do it for me. I guess I am just selfish like that.

Moisture, Moisture, Moisture!

Start with moisture. Either soak your feet in a light saline solution and warm water mixture, or take a long shower. You know, the kind of shower where you shave every bit, wash every crevis and begin to prune beneath the spray. Me? I prefer the showers, as it is a nice long section of kidless, husband less quiet time. Standing in the shower that long will certainly soften the tough, dead skin on your feet sufficiently enough to begin.

Pumice, Baby!
If your callouses and dried skin aren’t too bad, you might be able to get away with simply using an emery board on your feet before you soak. I refuse to wear shoes at home, and therefore my feet can get quite bad. Bad enough to require a pumice attack. At least once a week. Start with a good pumice stone, like the Sephora Brand Pumice Stone. Personally? I would use that one had I not bought myself one at Fry’s one day that is probably one of the best ones I’ve ever purchased. What kind is it? I have no idea. Anyhow....

Using the stone on your feet in the shower is quite simple. The key is to make sure the water spray is spraying on your feet while you ex foliate. Rub the stone on the rough places of your feet and file away the dead dry skin that makes them icky for summer sandals. You should repeat this process at least once a week, maybe twice depending on how bad your feet get. If your feet are really neglected, you might want to begin with a good callouses file to get the ball rolling. After that, you should only have to use the file if you’ve neglected your feet terribly for weeks on end.

Painted Lady, or Buff and Shine?
I happened to be a painted lady. Some folks prefer the natural look that comes with a good buff and shine. Nothing wrong with that, just make sure that you follow though with the buff and shine so they look clean and pristine. My paint of choice for summer toes is red. Red, red, red. It’s a different red than the red that I would wear during the winter months. No matter what you decide to paint your toes, please make sure that you do not paint the cuticle or the skin around your toe nail. It looks trashy.

More Moisture!
Once your nail polish has dried, or you have finished the buff and shine of your nails, you must moisturize! Yes. Again, and again, and again, and again. Burn it into your brain. For the after pedi moisturizing, I choose Burt’s Bees Coconut Foot Creme. Omg, this stuff is moisturizer heaven! I don’t just use it after a pedi either. I slather my feet with this stuff every time I get out of the shower, or out of the pool. Every chance I get.

Before going to bed for the night, however, I rub my feet down with Dr. Sholl’s For Her Ultra Overnight Creme.

PAY ATTENTION HERE!

Ladies, please, please PLEASE! Shave your damned feet!  C’mon. Don’t even lie to yourself. You are human, too. We grow hair on knuckles and all kinds of unwanted places, and as women it is expected that we keep that unsightly hair trimmed up. For the life of me, I cannot understand why a woman would religiously get her eye brows and bikini area waxed, and yet walk around with Yeti toes! WTH? And no, just because you are blond and your hair is light like duck fuzz, it does not make it ok to ignore. No, No, NO! Shave that shit. Now. It takes 30 seconds to hit your foot with the razor while you are shaving your legs, taking a shit, watching t.v., whenever you so choose. But, for God’s sake, please quit disgracing fantastic shoes and expensive pedicures with hairy damned toes.  /rant

Click for larger image view on flickr.

Roly-poly’s, that is. Or, for those of you who call them by their true name - Pillbugs.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon ‘round these parts. Laying by the pool, swimming, and sipping frozen Pina Coladas, when I realized that the towel I was laying on was not only soaking wet (thanks to the overspill from the pool water, and the fact I was laying in a lower portion of yard) but it was beginning to become covered in Roly-polys. That is when my 6 year old self took over, and Bean and I began to play with the little guys. Giggling and laughing, we’d watch ‘em roll up when touched, then unfurl when they felt it safe. Clinging to our hands, we marveled at their numerous legs and their tiny little “faces”.

Bean held one up to me, upside down, commenting on how white it’s underbelly was. All of a sudden an albino colored tiny little poly came crawling out of underneath it’s mother. OMG. The bug gave birth on Bean’s hand! Show me that in any classroom across America!

There’s nothing on earth like a Sunday afternoon spent laying in wet grass, watching tiny little lives emerge with you own tiny little life. Now that is the best Diva day ever.

Click for larger image view on flickr.

Roly-poly’s, that is. Or, for those of you who call them by their true name - Pillbugs.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon ‘round these parts. Laying by the pool, swimming, and sipping frozen Pina Coladas, when I realized that the towel I was laying on was not only soaking wet (thanks to the overspill from the pool water, and the fact I was laying in a lower portion of yard) but it was beginning to become covered in Roly-polys. That is when my 6 year old self took over, and Bean and I began to play with the little guys. Giggling and laughing, we’d watch ‘em roll up when touched, then unfurl when they felt it safe. Clinging to our hands, we marveled at their numerous legs and their tiny little “faces”.

Bean held one up to me, upside down, commenting on how white it’s underbelly was. All of a sudden an albino colored tiny little poly came crawling out of underneath it’s mother. OMG. The bug gave birth on Bean’s hand! Show me that in any classroom across America!

There’s nothing on earth like a Sunday afternoon spent laying in wet grass, watching tiny little lives emerge with you own tiny little life. Now that is the best Diva day ever.

For shame. I have been a lazy shit today, because I found me the Widgetbox!

Somebody slap me, plz.

Now, I have placed some widgets within Sunburns. Some for fun, some functional, whatev.  Your job? Check ‘em out and tell me what you think of their shiny new appearance here at Jaded Sunburns, k?

srsly. i wanna know. 

*Hint: Check the sidebar and the Currently tab

For shame. I have been a lazy shit today, because I found me the Widgetbox!

Somebody slap me, plz.

Now, I have placed some widgets within Sunburns. Some for fun, some functional, whatev.  Your job? Check ‘em out and tell me what you think of their shiny new appearance here at Jaded Sunburns, k?

srsly. i wanna know. 

*Hint: Check the sidebar and the Currently tab