Yer Gonna Die!!

An old friend of Freddy's scanned these pictures recently of Freddy, Kenny and Blair at a mutual activity when they were 13! Crazy! Here are the before and after pictures...

Pictures by Autumn

My friend Autumn, who happens to also be my cousin's wife, is an AMAZING photographer. At the girls weekend out, she brought her camera and took pictures of all of the gals on our dress up night. It was long and hot out and I'm sure she was exhausted after all of her work, but her pictures turned out beautifully and we were ALL appreciative of her time and talent. We had a lot of fun with them. Check 'em out...

Diva's 2008

Every year the women in my family get together in Palm Desert to unwind and play. We call it Diva's Weekend. We shop, have spiritual lessons, eat crap, dress up and go out...basically all the important stuff. These are a few of the pictures from it. It gets better every year. I've made a different blog just for this if you want to check it out! Viva La Diva

I Got a Shirt!!

I hung out with my cousin, Autumn, this weekend and she brought me a present she made me!!! Check it out...

Look Who's Walking!

Brooklyn's finally walking!  She's hilarious when she does. It took her a little more time to figure it out but she my "whatever" child. She moves at her own pace...

Let's Just Make It an Unwritten Law...

So. I think many would have to agree with me that gravity is certainly kinder when you're in an upright, vertical or flat out, horizantal position. Right? Last night, feeling pretty good in my jeans and Hollister T, I was slouching on a couch...slouching being gravity's evil-est positions of them all...and an old friend I hadn't seen in a while walked in and said, "Hey Mandy! Aww...do I see a little bump going on there??" In other words...she thought I was pregnant. Now in this case, I would normally feel bad for the other person because, well come on, this one of those embarrassing moments everybody talks about, but she said it in front of a whole bunch of people. Now I will be the first to admit that I do have a little bumpidge going on, but do I have to explain to every one that I've spit out a few babies? And the thing is, I'm in the best  shape I've been in in a long time...I even have my abs back...but when you have humans growing  8-9 pounds inside of you, the after effects are that of, well, a used up balloon. Not easy to get rid of.  Don't get me wrong, I'd do it over and over again. Sacrificing that of my 17 year old body is certainly worth it.  But I compare it to, like, a war veteran who lost and arm in battle for his country. I'm sure he has great pride in his sacrifice, but that vet doesn't always want to be reminded that his arms not there.  And the thing is...I'm fortunate! I have friends who have had bigger babies and harder scars to overcome. (To them, there is nothing more beautiful than you! Your children think so...your husbands know so!)  So until we can make up shirts that say, "I'm not pregnant...this is just the aftermath..." let's just not assume.  Get the facts, PEOPLE!

Where I came from!

(A day before delivery with Brooklyn)