Happy to announce...
I'm adjusted to being a full-time working Mom.
What that means...I'm not exhausted daily.
That was the hardest part for me.
Golly, getting up at the butt crack of
dawn and not taking naps and
sitting in comfies made me
Also, happy to announce, you guys like the sock bun huh?
Thanks for the pics you sent...both via email and text.
I am happy to bring you a tidbit,
a little morsel to add to your life....and
make YOU more glam and fab.
And it got me thinking.....
....I get this from my "work girls".
Mmmm hmm...I work with a couple of twenty-somethings
that are single with no kids.
And they are keeping me hip.
In fact, I might make a series on what I learned
from the "work girls".
For example, these girls are
not afraid to wear heels every.darn.day.
Really? I explained...I am over that.
I want comfort, cute comfort....that wearing
heels and pushing a stroller or a having a kid on your hip
in heels, does.not.work.
So they tell me where to get cute, comfy
shoes...they know the stores, the websites and
when to get it...who has the best return policy, everything.
They also tell me about crazy apps for my IPhone.
I will show you that sometime.
Oh, and the lingo!
Here's an example...
Work Girl 1: Stomps into my office and exclaims "______ and I
got into a domestic last night!"
Me: What? You are kidding! Are you okay? (looking her over for
marks and bruises)
Work Girl 1: "yeah, we got over it, I love him!"
Me: "uh, okay...you sure?" (so confused!)
Note: A "domestic" means that they had a fight.
As in, they had a minor disagreement and they are done now.
Not a knock down, drag out...they just had a "fight".
Seriously? did you know this is what the 20somethings say nowadays?
Not only am I learning lingo, but acronyms, apps, websites,
Twitter and it's hashtags and where to read what
about anyone famous-fast.
We learn from each other, I reminisce about
things I did when I was their age and in their stage
and they ask what it's like to be in mine. (A married Momma.)
Gosh, they are so quick and hip and talk so fast
and you should see them type....they bounce around and make
me feel like I am from another era.
I am, and I didn't know it for sure until we
talked about where we were on September 11th, 2001.
They were in HIGH SCHOOL!
OMG, it's keeping me on my toes.
And they want advice...isn't that the cutest thing?
More to come....from the 20something cutie pies
who have the world at their fingertips
and their parents credit cards, cars,
addresses for cheaper auto insurance...the list
goes on and on.