D saves the day

What happens when you try to relive your youth and party all night with the gals existing on chocolate and soda alone and then stay up and then reminisce all night with your handsome hubby till 4:00 A.M.just like when you were dating and 19?...You wake up with serious baggage (and I don't mean luggage), get to church just as the closing prayer in sacrament is being offered and then just as you are chatting with your V.T. and telling her how great you are feeling (especially in your new dress)...you pass out! That's what happens!

So I'm having a great chat with my friend L and then I get really hot and the room starts spinning and because I am now a professional "passer outer", I start planning my fall but I am just getting dizzier by the second and then I see D about to take M to nursery and I grab his arm like the last pair of red patent leather heels at Nord's and I say "..can you hang on a sec ? I'm thinking to myself.."PLEASE...do not pass out in front of everyone!" So I made a bee line for the couch..ran into the wall and thankfully could get my head between my legs in time to spare myself (and my outfit).
Thank you HONEY! You saved my day! D had to take me home after that and I vowed never to venture back to the "good old days" again. No thanks. I'm perfectly content with my 24+6 young self. Lesson learned.
T

Lunch with the Girls

Monday April 23, 2007

So... I decided to throw this luncheon...great idea right? Right, except my house was a mess, I was a mess, and I hadn't gone to the grocery store...oh yeah and it was in 2 hours!! I tell you...the madness I create for myself. Why? Why can't I be like Martha and have had the dishes with their post-its arranged on the table so I knew precisely where the caesar salad would go? Why? I am finally going to admit I have a problem. I've had this problem for a long time now and can say that I think it's in my genetic code. My doc has no pill to cure this toxic disease, I've checked. My crazy aunt in Cali might have some sort of herbal remedy but I just might commit a felony...if you know what I'm sayin'? OK here goes...My name is Tiare and I am a Procrastoholic. I don't know why I can't quit. I love my family and want to do the right thing but...I just can't seem to kick the habit. I've tried several times to check into rehab but they tell me they don't have a program to help me. So, I try to do it on my own but inevitably...I fall off the wagon.
So here goes for the very last time I swear....I, Tiare Terrill will not procrastinate one more thing ( unless it's laundry...and dishes..and maybe sometimes...) o.k. let's face it, I'm hopeless!

So here I am joining the masses...Hooray! It's taken a while but here it is.

Today... my son David decided to bust his eye open. Usually he's perfect I assure you but today he had a lapse of judgement. What happens when you jump off a coffee table...slip on a blanket..and then somehow turn around and smack your face on that same table? Five stitches, a snoopy band-aid and a $30 copay..That's what happens! He's ok but why do things like this always happen on Sunday? It is quite enough that I have to give myself a pep talk to get through Sacrament Meeting.
Ok, enough with the BOO talk. I have to go finish my 5 loads of laundry and iron napkins for my garden party tomorrow. Not kidding.

T