Passion for Fashion Friday Link Up...

Okay, we’re just going to cut to the chase.  My second time linking up and OH you better believe I am linking this puppy up and I believe I have outdone myself. (yes, already)

I was planning on linking up and attempting to be serious.  Fine.  Searious-ish.  Busy picked my outfit; a sundress that is super comfy.  She even did my toes to match so I could give her talented lil self a shout out.  Then… THEN… I got this stupid rash on both of my legs up to my knees.  I’m not even going there but Busy in her brilliance said,

Busy: “Hey, we got this let’s just go on PicMonkey and make it go away.”

Me:  “Can I make my legs tan too?”

Busy:  “sure.”

Me:  “done.”

THEN… they called Po in to work this weekend which was his weekend off and do you know what that means?  Well, it bites for one.  But what it means is that it’s rained on and off all week and regardless of that I was super ill.  And the lawn would not be even thought about until Tuesday at the earliest.

I used to do the lawn myself.  Goodness help me I have no idea how I did it.  It’s large; especially for an out of shape Pidg.  But as of last year Po would do the edges with the push mower for me and I would do the riding mower - which still makes my body ache and bruises the insides of both knees.  Yah, I have no idea… let’s just keep moving forward on this lil rant.

So I did it and I rock.  I was so proud of myself that when my Po came home today the lawn would be all purdy and he wouldn’t have to think about it.  But it left no time for a “fashion” post.

(That still cracks my crud up…fashion… Pidg…same sentence)

So with my amazing multi-tasking skills I’ve combined the two.  Oh yah buddy I am exposing the fashion of lawn work at its finest.  Okay, finest for a homeless person but whatevs… I’ve got this.  The blue collar edition…

How about that?  I know for a lot of you my grace and beauty will be intimidating but please bear with me as I take you through the latest in lawn fashion.

See, we have ticks out here in NC.  And just the word freaks me out especially since after lawn day last week I found one that evening on my very noggin.

(Insert hee-bee-jee-bees here)

Of course being the freak-show that I am I looked up what type of tick it was.  It was late the next day and I was having chest pains and running a super high fever, aches, pains, chills, the works.  My chest felt like when I had walking pneumonia but yet I haven't been coughing.  When I've found ticks on my kids I'm all about watching the signs; me.. eh.

But I took action.

Then, I got this splotchy rash on my ankles and it was growing up my legs.

Oh, that's right, after the year I've had with health issues - Hey doc guess what?  Pidg has Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever!  I could totally see that happening seeing as how I live with Murphy's law.

So I paid attention, did my research and watched my disgrosting rash to see if it would spread and show up anywhere else.

No, I didn't over-react... just observed telling myself it was a coincidence and I just got sick at the wrong time and that if I watched it - it wouldn't be tick related just flu related.  And of course I'm allergic to the entire world of nature and have eczema but this puppy wasn't raised, you can't feel it and it doesn't itch.  (okay I'm done)

That was a long and dull explanation of why I where such a stylish bandanna along with my striking men’s ball cap.

When speaking about style I prefer my ensemble to be something I can work in yet, eye-catching and alluring.  I have 3 pairs of the exact same jeans not because I’m lazy and don’t want to shop for jeans but because I always want that she never changes her clothes look.  Oh and while doing the lawn, sweat is just an accessory.

Socks, long ones, very important to avoid those creepy crawlies that might get passed your jeans due to me deciding to where my sketchers opposed to my boots.

Please note the Christmas socks.  I like to add a lil cheer to my day.  We deck the halls year round here if you must know.

I believe it’s imperative that you have shoes you can work in and yet still give that captivating “Who is that man girl look?”

Pink nails to prove you can still work hard and show off that charismatic you.

(Nice dementor hands Pidg.  I think all of the blood had run from my brain to my veiny hands after finishing.)

I pray a lot when I’m one with nature.  Mostly begging for duration and endurance and that my tongue will stop hanging out as far as my dog’s does.  Then a swift breeze will come and I know that Heavenly Father is listening so he sends relief… air being one of the biggest things I lack.  I turn beet red when I do anything and sweat more than a fat guy in a sauna.  It’s disturbing really.  I keep waiting for the neighbors to call 911 for fear they might have to be the ones to witness my lifeless body as it crumbles to the ground.

(Poor neighbors they’re older and probably do a lot of praying themselves when I’m doing the yard.)

Those are my charming lumberjack arms if you were wondering.  The same arms that can spend the entire afternoon in the sun and still have zero pigment.

Pidg Observation:  When I’m walking to get the mail, in my yard

fa-doodling around or on my front porch not one – let me repeat, NOT ONE person will look over.

However

When I’m mowing, every.single.vehicle. that passes looks in my direction; sometimes even slowing down.

I honestly believe riding on a mower is the most unattractive thing a woman can do.  The body is not built to be shaken so vigorously in that way.  Well, I thought that until I had to do the push mowing once again.  Now I believe there are two most unattractive things a woman can do.

(unless she has pink nails of course)

There’s one man who finds my glamorous look fabulous.  Yah, so I scared the bejeevers out of a bus driver too.  At one of the ends of our driveway its got bamboo and from her perspective it looked like girl on her tempting ride popped out of the bushes I stopped at the end of the driveway but watched as she threw her hand over her chest and looked like she shrieked.  Funny thing though, she didn’t slow that bus down.  Food for thought…

I spent most of my mowing today attempting to think about other things; such as which tree/bush dropped that tick on my brain last week.  I’m pretty sure it was a smaller citrus tree we have at the other end of the driveway.  I could see an ill look in its eyes.  While passing underneath said tree I thought to myself how agile I still am for my age as I bent and hung off the mower to avoid contact with that glaring look of treeness.  I then promptly got slapped in the face with another of its branches and was forced to break eye contact.

I said I was still agile not well-focused… sheesh

Okay, that’s about all of the fashion I can go into today.  I mean, I imagine one must be overwhelmed at this point.  (Possibly with my mental instability)

Thank you Busy for taking these fantabulous pics.  I imagine they're perfect for Christmas cards next year.  Or not.

I’m gardening this weekend, can’t wait to see what I come up with for that one.

Over and out… and back to my heating pad.

loves,

Pidg♥

Linking up: Passion for Fashion

with Lena B Actually

and

Beth from Through the Eyes of theMrs.

The Fort...

In this family, as you know, it’s all about order.

It’s about things being kept in their proper places.

It is most definitely about people sticking to the plan and doing what is expected.

It’s about… hang on, I’m going to barf… Hahahahaha!

This place is like the circus on crack, I mean if we’re being honest.

It’s not that I don’t have rules; just nobody really follows them… including the Matriarch of the home.  Lead by example right?  (giggle)

So Po and I got Skylanders for Lil Man for his birthday.  It was pretty much the only thing he wanted.  I had no idea what it was but he said it was for the Wii so I’m like okay easy enough.

Long story short we got the version for the Wii u.  (What the?)  I didn’t even know the Wii had a new version out.  Okay please take a moment to remember we don’t have TV so therefore no commercials.  Yah, I’m just a dork.

On the way back to the store to exchange the game, while leaving the kids to their own devices, Po started to laugh…out loud, which in itself was weird.  He’s not real loud or verbal for that matter.  I look to him, “What?”

He keeps laughing and says, “We’re getting old huh?  We didn’t even get the right version, or notice it was different.”

Thanks Po, all I’m saying is he’s 40, so he might be getting old.  I’m just not there … yet.  (wink) Even though I look 40 and he looks 30, but we need not get into that discussion.

I bet you’re wondering what the kids did while left to their own devices.  Any seasoned mother would.  Not me.  I just have 6 kids ranging from the ages of 20 - 9 years old so I’m still new at all of this.  How about I show you…

Yah, so the mother of all forts was built; in a remarkably quick amount of time mind you.  I’m a little disgusted only because I held the record for building the mother of all forts.  (Maybe I am getting old)

My children have always had a problem with pillow cases, which drives me insane.  But it is what it is…we all have issues.

When I came home Lil Red was standing in the middle of said fort, “Mama, can you hand me a book because you’re delicate and I might drop the book reaching.”  Yah, we like to call that buttering me up.  Me?  Delicate?  Of course it worked.  I’ve told you before, you can lie compliments to me all day and I just bask in the ray of light.  You don’t have to tell the truth, just make it up as you go, I am so good with that.

I'm pretty sure the pups enjoyed the fort the most.  I would go as far as to say they think they built it for them.

Notice Jack still found ‘his’ chair.

Now, every chair in the house is missing from it’s place, the couch is tipped, the cushions and pillows gone.  I estimate it took about 8 – 10 books to hold up the sheets so all in all it’s a typical day here in the house.  I love the Mother’s Day balloons that I gave to Lil Man that he will not let go of.  They rest softly upon his stronghold of bliss. 

When Po and I had gotten home we were going to sit on the couch and watch him play his new game.  (Somehow believing the house/living room would be unaltered and still in tact) The kids kept trying to convince us there was plenty of room.  While I would have to agree with them on the room in the fortress they don’t quite understand (only because I’m sick, not old) I most likely wouldn’t have been able to pry my gluteus maximus out of that there fortification.  Thus I would go down in history as the fun-sucking mom that had to have the fort disassembled in order to remove her.

Yah, I’m not taking that bullet.  I just allowed Po to say no and me to whine about him being no fun… trick.

(No really, I probably did tilt it in that direction.)

So that was the day after the first of the boy’s birthdays... I like to call it the after math.  I’m pretty excited.  Needless to say on Ethan’s birthday next Monday, I won’t be leaving the house.

Over and out,

loves,

Pidg♥

The Pidglets Have Been Here...

Tell me I’m not alone.  Tell me there are more of you out there.  Your children do these things right?  I mean, your teenagers… not your lil ones.  You know, those almost adults that you now are starting to realize that (with one already outside of the nest) you have to start preparing for the world outside.

Oh, I’m sure this is normal… I know it is.  But I guess the real question is

Why…

Do you see the laundry basket?  Yah, so do I but my pidglets evidentally didn’t.  Don’t get me wrong, when they bring in the laundry I am surely grateful considering that in itself seems a huge task for them most days.  However, oh…. So close.  I’m certain, because my children love to go the extra mile, they were just making certain I see the clothes.

Seems harmless right?  Not when Easter is long gone and you find that bowl (just like it is) and bagged waffle hidden in a cabinet I can’t even reach.  Just for a quick note, I haven’t bought waffles of that kind in well over a month.  I imagine they were hoarding goodies in a “safe place” never to find them again… kind of like their mother.  (grin)

This was left in the pantry.  I mean honestly, I realize now that I’m just being over-critical of my pidglets.  There is about ¼ of a tablespoon left.  Because I’m the Mom, the mature voice of reason and the primary example of the family I left it there.  I opened the new one and currently scoop out of the center to make Po’s sandwiches so from the outside it doesn’t look opened.  Mental note:  Pidglets read your blog, move above mentioned Peanut Butter to an undisclosed location. (snicker)

I guess this one is alright.  I mean everybody keeps their children’s shoes beside the bread maker in the kitchen.  (cough)

Toilet paper holders; I prefer the ones that kids don’t pluck off the walls.  Two?  Oh because I still have 7 people in this house so I like to be prepared… like when I took this picture.  Oh wait…

Here’s a question.  I realize that boys growing into men never reach this age; but at what age to girls growing in to women realize you must refill the toilet paper?  (Before leaving your Mother without any.)

This is the girl’s room light.  No one is home but me.  I have not entered the room until now.  Enough said.

Does this happen to you?  Your kids save you the broken, smashed up remnants of what once were chips?  Then they open the new bag knowing you will eat the bag o' crumbs because you can’t stand waste.  (Thoughtful and conserving… nice…)

This reminds me of my Mama when she was raising us.  One of my brothers did this to her constantly.  One day, my Mama, the woman I look up to for so many reasons but this being one of them; bought 3 new bags of chips.  She went home and smashed each bag until it sounded like sand and then didn’t buy anymore until my brother ate them.  What a wonderful woman. 

This one might possibly be my favorite.  Pants, that were on a body, now on the kitchen table.  I realize that it’s common for a lot of families to keep their worn pants with the produce but I can only assume someone changed their attire in the kitchen and then left them there.  Maybe it’s just a spare pair that they might need if they spill something on themselves?  Perhaps while running out the door they did in fact leave with no pants on?  (Oh please no, not another call from school… smirk)

I love my job; being a mom.  It just never seems to get old, or boring, or mundane… well you get the idea.  Someday, there won’t be these funny lil pics to take, I guess I can just visit their houses and watch their offspring pay them back with interest.  (wink)

These kids are lucky I’m easily entertained.  (grin)

loves,

Pidg♥