I saw this on the fashion rip-stars-to-shreds-for-wearing-ridiculously heinous outfits [and the rare oh you did a good fashion thing] site...gofugyourself...
And I couldn't help but add my cents in....
Ahh Pamela Anderson....where do I begin?
She is the polar opposite of British singing sensation of Susan Boyle...that's includes both the style and talent department.
Pammy has bothered over the last few years...this is chick who totally missed the memo on aging gracefully....or was it aging with class? or don't raid a 20 something's closet? or over 40 it's a must to wear shorts with a substantial crotch covering material circumference....
Pammy I get it the boys still think you're hot...Holly wood make-up and the plastic surgery will do that...and your boobs still miraculously sit all perky-esque on your chest...but really...you gotta stop honey...
Two words...self respect and dignity...two things you are obviously lacking....
Get a new stylist sweets...really you need one.
That or you're hoping that Clinton and Stacey will do a 'What Not To Wear Hollywood Edition'...I can only imagine all the 'shut up why are you wearing this' that Stacey would utter during your secret footage...
Last word...pants....or even capris....Old Navy is having a sale on them this week.
A year and a half ago our family went through the 'teddy has gone missing' drama.
My son lost his teddy blankie on a day long shopping trip and that sent him in a major meltdown. He was mad, angry and ultimately he turned into a very sad little boy who cried for his missing friend.
He loved that thing with all his heart and of course we only had the one, and the one just happened to be nowhere to be found in any store in town.
So that led mommy on a crazed 2-week internet search and I attempted to find the identical BFF teddy blankie for Matteo [and when I did find a site that sold them, I stocked up by buying 2 spares....just in case] because FORGET about trying to replace the beloved pal with an imposter. As Matteo put it, Mommy I can't have a stranger sleep with me....from the mouth of babes.
Needless to say after going through all that, I vowed [and so did my husband] that I was not going to go through the same mad panic scramble scenario with my daughter Isabella.
My husband came across this product by Angel Dear at Chapter's/Indigo...it's a 3-pak chenille blankie set...one pair and one to spare...all bundled up in a cute keepsake box.
It's been a lifesaver.
I can wash one without going noticed and if one gets lost there is always another waiting to be hugged to death by Isabella.
Until they come with some blankie GPS device this is the best $36 [Cdn]investment we've made to date....
Because hell hath no fury like an Isabella sans her monkey....
I've learned that until you have children you really don't know what the term 'inseparable' really means...
Plus any added peace of mind [and restful night sleeps] that mommy and daddy can have is always a good thing...
I never ever, ever should have turned the radio on this morning.
I should have just left the TV on and grooved to the musical numbers from the Backyardigans on Treehouse.
Instead, I randomly selected a radio station and the first song I heard was Guns 'N Roses 'Welcome To The Jungle'.
Now normally I crank up this song when I hear it....but his morning I just had this bad feeling about it....it was like a premonition of what was to come.
And I was right in my musically based fears. The damn song was my fate for the remainder of the day. The song followed me around EVERYWHERE. And it wasn't a good thing [no offence to Axl Rose and company]
Damn those music gods.
It was like that song switched on the 'full moon crisis mode' in both of my children. Non &^^%%$# stop since they woke up. One meltdown after another. When one crisis was resolved another was one brewing, waiting to explode.
And then Mummy reached her 'that's it I've had it' point. That happened when Matteo pushed Isabella into the row of toy bins in his room. [He's had the 'don't push your baby sister' lecture more times that I can count] So I took Isabella to her room and told Matteo he was having a nap whether he liked it or not [and he didn't...the kid hasn't napped since he was 15 months old...yes I have a slight hate-on for parents whose kids nap, but I digress] and I closed the door and walked away.
According to my calculations, crying fit #145 of the day took place. Matteo kept getting out of his bed, would kick his door and tell me that he was going to hit me because he was so mad. I just kept marching back in, kept repeating that he was being punished for continuously pushing his sister around and he was going to lie down on his bed until I told him he could get up. Eventually, after 22 long minutes of the back and forth routine, he finally fell asleep.
And I felt like shit. Damn the guilt. I hate being the hard ass. Even though it seems to be my role more often than not. I felt bad for coming down on Matteo, when in his defence I couldn't really blame him. He's a such a good kid at heart but his sister annoys him on a daily basis. And like any adult, he has a breaking point too.
See his sister Isabella is one VERY determined 1 year old girl. She hard headed, very emotional and clearly loves and adores her brother. And the only way she can show how much she loves him is to be around him as often as she can and that includes doing EVERYTHING that he's doing all the time. What Matteo is eating she wants. What Matteo is playing with she wants. What Matteo is reading she wants.
Truth is Matteo can never get a moment to himself. And forget about getting cuddling alone time with Mummy and Daddy That alone can send Isabella into a screaming tantrum. She may be only one but she's clearly has the attitude of a girl going on 15. So help me when she hits those teenage years. If nothing else, she's 100% confirmed that my husband and I are done having children. She is, at times, 3 kids rolled into one.
I know that one day Matteo will be Isabella's biggest defender and protector. He will ease into that big brother role and Isabella, like any younger sister does, will love him and hate him all that the same time for constantly watching out for her. I know that time will come. But for now his 3 year old mind only sees her as the baby sister that bugs him everyday and never leaves him alone.
After 30 minutes I went back into Matteo's room to wake him up. It was his first real nap in almost 2 years. The first thing he did when he opened his big, beautiful brown eyes was get up and give me the biggest bear hug and he say 'Mommy, I love you so much...I am so sorry I got mad at Isabella...I won't be mad at her anymore, I love you so much Mommy...more than anything in the whole world....just hug me for a little bit, it'll make me feel better." And I did and my heart melted a thousand times over.
For it was in that one moment that I knew why we have kids and we willingly endure all those tantrums and days from hell. Because you know that your children have this unconditional love for you and you really are the most important things to them [teddy not included]..... That is until the parental coolness factor starts to lose its luster. But until then, it truly is the greatest feeling in the world.
And the beauty was, it almost made me forget the completely crappy 'welcome to the jungle' day from hell that this mummy was having. But tomorrow morning the radio stays off....Backyardigans it is.
