An Ounce of Pretension...

...is worth a pound of manure.

Remember that line from Steel Magnolias?

As I was suffering from a little insomnia last night I did a little catching up on some of the mommy-blogs that I read/stalk. You know the ones that you link to from another blog you linked to from a blog you follow? Yeah...those are the ones. And that line from Steel Magnolias kept resonating in my head.

I suppose we all do it...I mean there is nothing wrong with putting your best foot forward. Nothing at all. But come on...please tell me that your life is not-THAT-perfect or not-THAT-amazing all of the time. Please tell me you are just putting your best foot forward...even if it is in a pair of "red-bottomed" high-heels. (The only red bottomed shoes you might find around here must have come from stepping in red paint....or even worse...Georgia red clay.)

So...after I finally went to sleep and then woke back up (to be fair Nick did too) to a 4:27am cry-fest, change fest, bottle fest, play fest...and then rock Caroline back to sleep fest while Daddy and Parker went to the big bed...I started thinking about those mommy-blogs again and thought I needed to share about the unglamourous and unpretensious (well most of the time) life I lead.

Some things you may have never wanted to know...but hey...you are still reading...

- I desperately need to get my eyebrows waxed. Desperately.
- I may even need to take a shower...desperately.
- My last new underwear purchase did not come from a swanky sexy underwear store...it came from Costco.
- I don't carry a designer purse (oh and how I used to love purses). I carry a diaper bag...two of them. And not even my cute one. I use the black ones they gave to us at the hospital.
- My clothes purchases recently have consisted of Target, Old Navy, and (watch out for this one) on occasion Gap.
- My "sexiest bra" (i.e. "my only bra") is a nursing bra...and I wear it...all the time...and I am not nursing.
- I need new socks...particularly ankle socks...too many holes in the heels.
- I could use a new pair of running shoes...but hey...who are we kidding...no running will take place around these parts until at least...at least...August.
- I live in a tiny (but wonderful) old house. Not old like historic old, but old as in one of those "plain old brick ranches". I really do love it. Nick and I were the youngest (by far) in our neighborhood until the twins came along...and man...they just wrecked the curve.
- I drive a mini-van...and not even a fancy one.
- I hate dog hair...and we have a lot of it. I suppose I should sweep more...errr....sweep period.
- My vacuum cleaner smells like a dead animal carcass is rotting away inside...and I refuse to use it because it 1. makes me gag and 2. makes the house smells like a dead animal carcass. Nick gave it a good cleaning and changed out every filter...but I am still a little reluctant to turn that bad boy on.
- My dog is very cute...and very annoying at the same time. We (mainly Nick) have to wipe her butt every time she poops...she does not like anything left on her backside and will scoot on the carpet if we don't clean her off.
- My sister said to me "your hair sure looks blond." Blond = gray. But...I refuse to go back to the salon until Spring Break...one more month. Yikes.
- I do go to a somewhat pretentious hair salon...but I counter it with the fact that I usually book my appointment the night before to get a 25% discount.
- I don't use fancy shampoo...I get what is on sale at Target.
- I also don't make my own baby food. I get what is on sale (try to go organic) at Target or Publix. (And I don't only feed them baby food...they get real food too...baby food is just SO easy...I wonder if they would be laughed at if they took jarred food with them to first grade?)

These are just a few of the things that I thought of this morning while rocking sweet baby girl back to sleep. So fancy I know.

I was also thinking that I need a "thing"...and began to brainstorm things that could be my "thing". I'll save that for another post.