Contest

While taking to a friend of mine today, she was commenting how she'd love to hear stories about THE thing that our mates do that makes us homicidally insane. So crazy that you want to hoover over them in the middle of the night with a pillow.
Email me your stories. I would LOVE to hear them. I may blog about my own...
trixila@gmail.com


Peace out

Boobalapooza

It started with a dream and ended with some hang overs. Some of my home gurls and I went on a little vacation. We were in various states of dress and undress all weekend.
We all belong to a club we never wanted to join. Breast cancer survivors. So we make the best of it with lots of drinks and pharmaceuticals and tons of laughs.
We had a weekend with no work, no partners and no kids. I think it's safe to say we all had a blast, but we were ready to get home to our nests and plan the next trip.
As crazy as it seems, I would have never met these gals and their families if it weren't for that asshole cancer.
We made some great memories and wonderful bonds. I am gushing now.

Peace Out

Happy Birthday Rock Star

My baby turned 6! She of course says that she is no longer a baby. Six seems to fit her very well.
For her birthday she wanted a garden party. We planted flowers, ate PBJ's, had cake. Pictured is the cake she designed herself and all the flower we planted.
Happy birthday my little rock star!

I love you more than air,
Mommy