.....I have spent the last few hours in the bathroom, it can't be food poisoning... ate the scraps from the kids' plates yesterday and everything was fresh.. Perhaps it could be nerves and anxiety. It's day three of the kids being home and I haven't even gotten a chance to recharge my brain cells long enough to give the experience a grade..
I am curled up under my white strawberry stained down comforter that Logan decided bring his plate of strawberries on while I waited on him to finish eat..... ummmm... during which the sleep monster paid me an unexpected visit... "dropsee" ..... Logan decided to slap the crap out of me, and when I flew up out of the sleep with a scream, it made him laugh to the point that all the yucky, goowy, saliva soaked strawberries in his mouth were scattered all over the bed... Oh Lord... Oh Well.. It kinda looks like an Ikat design.. lol.. You gotta pick your battles.
So I have been looking for what I may want for my birthday, since my husband is not too skilled at picking the right gift.... he is however PHENOMENAL with words and cards... Personally, the best gift is from my kids... Something they have created, but since I am also the girl who loves to be surrounded by pretty things and I still haven't gotten those wood floors that I so desperately want but can't afford throughout the entire house, I will settle for accessories this year. I typically email him a list of a couple items from different companies and ask him to pick one or two items, so it will definitely be something I like but the surprise will be with what he choses..
Alexander Mc. Queen has items on SALE?!?!?!?! .....
Wowwww...... How can a piece so morbid be so cute?!?!?!?!
...which brings me to this....
Alexander McQueen is dead... This lad made skulls look so Funky and Fierce but he ended up taking his own life.. here I am looking at those pieces to wear but for some strange reason it may end up being more appropriate to be worn if I don't do something that is long over due...
....I have not been to the OBGYN ever since I gave birth two years ago... I have figured out that my fear is not finding out whether I may or may not have cervical cancer, but who the hell is going to care for my kids if I were to ever have to receive treatment for any ailment whatsoever...
I recently received a lecture from a friend who was so surprised to find out that I have never been to a spa for a massage and told me to tell my husband that if I don't get one before my birthday, he will have to answer to her... So for my birthday this year, I think the best gift that I could ask for are two gift certificates... One is for "Time" so I could finally receive a full body massage, since I heard thatit is life changing.... sigh.... and the other is for "Pap Smear"..... crickets......... Yup a bloody pap smear....could end up being the worst birthday gift or the best birthday gift but for sure the most important birthday gift....Fun Fun Fun (rolling my eyes).... I see symbolisms in everything and what is eerie about the above pieces from Alexander Mc. Queen is that they all are so "beautiful" with symbols of "death" on them just like so many of us "beautiful" women who may be wearing them everyday who may be plaqued with a silent "death" inside us..... I would rather wear the Boo!!! than have my family Boo-Hoo!!
Please ladies, get your regular Pap Smear....
