Pleasing Miss Daisy

I Used to Think....

I had to please everybody.

When I was younger I tried very hard to be the daughter my parents wanted but I wasn't very good at it. I disappointed them time after time. I saw it when I got bad grades, when I got sent home from school for causing trouble, when I hung around with kids they told me not to and finally when I got pregnant.

As I got older and married, I tried to be the wife I thought I was supposed to be. I cooked homemade bread, cookies and candies. Made the kids clothes. Hosted family dinners and birthday parties for the kids. Learned how t fish and let him buy a boat. If he didn't like the color of my hair I changed it. If he didn't like the length, I cut it. If he told me I was fat, I didn't eat. I did whatever I thought a good wife was suppose to do. Obviously this didn't work out either because my husband left me for another woman.

I tried to please the people at work. Putting in my 40 hours and then some because I was a single parent now. I did whatever they asked and I would even volunteer things. I loved the computer (still do as you can see) and helped create and write a program to do the staffing for the hospital. Once this was done and I helped train people in how to work the program, they fired my ass! They called it eliminating my job due to having the computer program to do it. So I just finessed myself out of a job!! Terrific!

I then went through a phase where I tried to please the guys I was dating but that didn't work out so great either so I gave up on dating altogether and just concentrated on putting my life back on track. I did this, met Hubbs, got married and am finally very happy because I finally figured out that the only person I have to please is ME! (and once in a while Hubbs).

Now head over to Mamakat's to see who else used to.... and what they used to do.

The Day the Music Died

WooHoo it's Writers Workshop Time over at MamaKats and you all know what that means. I get to choose a prompt and write about something that will fascinate you.

So this is the one I chose today: 6.) Write about the event that was the end of your childhood

The year is 1972, small town USA, college campus and I was 18.

T-R-O-U-B-L-E!

Add to this mix alcohol, young males of all makes and models, no curfew and living off campus in an apartment with my older sister and this just spelled disaster from the beginning.

I was there on a scholarship that was granted at the last minute and so I hadn't really planned any of this. I had a work study job for one of the professors and I also worked at a little eating place on campus. In between classes, I partied hard with my friends.

Life was good- Right?

Then a boy I knew (he was actually my cousin's ex boyfriend that I had always had a crush on) who had been in Viet Nam let me know he was coming home. I had written to him while he was in Viet Nam , partly because of the crush thing and partly because I thought it was a nice thing to do. I never dreamed he would look me up once he came home. Anyway the next thing I know, there he is on my doorstep.

My children should cover their eyes for this next part as they should not read this about their mother-

For the next 3 days, it is non stop drinking and sex for us. Hey what can I say- I was 18 and he was a man in uniform straight out of Viet Nam! Nothing sexier than that. And yes I was underage but it's amazing what you could get away with back then. Besides, he wasn't underage so he could buy and remember, I lived off campus so we spent alot of time in my apartment. Didn't leave my room much if you know what I mean.

Long story short a few weeks later, I'm barfing up my breakfast, lunch and dinner almost every day and can't understand what the hell is wrong with me. Can you say -PREGNANT?

I was in a state of denial at first cuz that couldn't happen to me. You know, it was my first time. It only happens to others not me. All those things went through my head. Then I faced reality and told him- he denied he was the father and wanted nothing to do with me or the baby. The Army would have helped me fight him and get support, but I figured if he was such an ass he didn't deserve to be part of this baby's life. So I quit school and with the help and support of my wonderful family I became a single mother at 19.

Eventually I met and married a man who helped me raise my daughter as his own and we had 2 other children together but for the first 2 1/2 years of her life I had to grow up fast. I was all she had. It's scary knowing a child is depending on you for things when you are still a child yourself.

Do I regret it- Not one moment. I wouldn't have the most wonderful daughter a mother could ask for if I changed anything. She changed my life in so many ways and I love her for it.

So grow up, quit being such a whiner and head over to Mamkats to read some other great stories of childhood endings.

Slipping Away

It's Writers Workshop time over at MamaKat's and this week one of the prompts caught my eye right away.

3.) Describe a memorable camping experience.

When my children were very young we used to do a lot of camping with them. We didn't have a lot of money so couldn't afford a fancy camper but had one of these pop up tent campers. You know the kind I'm talking about? OK, OK so you weren't born back then and have no idea what a pop up camper is! Jeez give me a break. I know I'm old but They looked like a little box when all folded up but once you opened them and POPPED up the tent part, they magically became big enough to walk around in? Ours was really a bare bones kind of tent camper. It had the beds on both sides and the table in the middle but no fridge or stove etc. The kids didn't care because they only slept in it. They were too busy being outside playing to care.

This was the early 80's when my kids were 6 , 2 and the baby was about 6 months old. We would go camping almost every weekend, usually somewhere close to home but still where there was water for swimming and sand for playing. During the day the kids would be outside all day, running around playing and having a good time. Early on I used to think I had to run around behind them with a wash cloth and wash their face and hands ( I know dumb right- we're in a sand filled campsite). I soon learned that a little dirt and sand didn't kill them so they got a lick and a promise right before they went to bed each night and that was good enough until we went home on Sunday.

Anyway this particular camping trip, we had settled in, opened up the camper, and set up for the weekend. The two oldest and their dad had gone off in search of greater things and I was left at the campsite with the 6 month old baby to make lunch. Our sister in law and her family were a couple campsites over they came to share lunch with us.

After lunch, I put the baby down for his nap and while the little ones played the adults sat around the campfire and BS'd and drank a few beers. Pretty soon the baby started screaming so the adults all ran to the camper to see what was wrong! We couldn't find him! He wasn't laying on the bed where I had left him, he wasn't on the floor and he wasn't wrapped in any of the blankets. Yet we could still hear him screaming! What had happened to my baby!! Where was he??

We found him between the tent and the side of the camper just kind of hanging there. Seems he had rolled over and slipped through the opening left where the tent doesn't quite meet the camper. Thank God he was chubby enough he hadn't fallen completely through or he might have gotten hurt when he hit the ground. As it was, he was just scared- and so was I. Needless to say from then on, I put plenty of blankets and pillows around the side of the camper before putting him down for his nap and checked on him often.

That is one camping trip I have never forgotten

and a story that got told often.

Now pitch your tent over at Mamakat's and sit around the campfire to hear other stories bloggers have to tell. They fun to read.

Small Town USA

It's Writer's Workshop time and that means MamaKat is at it again. Making up prompts for us to chose from to let the creative juices flow. The one I chose this week is:
5.) What made your childhood bearable? Write about it.

I was born and raised in a small town in southern Iowa with a population of about 1400 people. Everyone knew us and we knew everyone. It was one big family. There was no fear of letting your children walk anywhere day or night and back when I was a children there was no drug problem.

We lived a couple blocks form one set of grandparents and about 4 blocks form the other when I was very young so we could always go to their house. Mom would let us walk there whenever we wanted as long as she knew where we were. I did run away to Grandma's once and got in trouble for that but at least I didn't have far to run.

Two house down from me lived my friend Linda and her sister Cindy. My sister and I played with them for hours. If they weren't over at our house we were at theirs. They had this huge weeping willow tree in their backyard that we would grab hold of the branches and swing from. We had one of those big old tractor tires beneath a tree in our backyard and one day we decided to dig a hole inside of this tire and make a swimming pool. So we went in to the house and brought out my moms good spoons and started digging. Took us freakin forever to dig a hole and then we brought the hose down and started to fill this sucker up. Nobody thought to tell us that the water would just soak into the dirt. All we did was get muddy but we had a hell of a good time doing it. Our moms weren't so thrilled ( especially mine when she saw her spoons all bent up) with us being so muddy but as long as we were having fun that's all that mattered.

We would go out to the one swimming pool we had in town (this was a big deal in a town this size) almost every day during the summer. This is where everyone hung out. Then after we were done swimming we would head over to the Parkway Drive In for something to eat. People this is one of those places that had a true carhop that brought your food out on a tray and attached it to the window of your car. later when I was old enough this is one of the places I worked. (does this give you a clue as to how old I am?)

Growing up in Small Town USA wasn't always easy because I couldn't get away with shit. If I did something before I got home, my parents knew I had done it so there was no sense in trying to lie about it. Going to Lovers Lane to make out with my boyfriend was always a bust because the local cop (we had one and he was our neighbor) always seemed to know I was there and he would find us and take me home. I'm surprised I ever managed to have a love life as a teenager. On the other hand it had it's up side too. You always knew there was someone watching out for you and if you needed it they had your back.

So guess this is what it's all about and why I am who I am. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Now MamaKat isn't Small Town USA, but head over there anyway to read other stories about special childhood memories and maybe you'll remember your own along the way.

Down and Out

Once again I am facing the unemployment line and looking for work. At least for this weeks Workshop Wednesday at Mamakats cause the prompt I choose is this one:

2.) You were recently laid off. Instead of moping around, you've viewed it as a chance to start fresh. Pick a new career and write about your first day on the job.

"Damn, this is just great!" I mumbled as I slid over and pushed myself up out of the booth, half stumbling as the alcohol hit me. I got laid off today and I need to find a job fast to pay the mountain of bills I have. What's a girl to do?

I figured I had two options. I could find another job I hated like the last one and end up going no where again. Or I could do something I loved and get paid to do it. What do I love you ask? SHOPPING!!!

So I signed on to be a personal shopper for an agency that caters to big name celebrities. I could tell you who they are- but then I'd have to kill you.

My first day was fabulous honey I got to fly to Paris and
shop for this gorgeous handbag and this fabulous Armini

dress. Then it was on to London where I found this to die for Valentino shoe. I was in heaven and didn't have to die to get there!!!! There is nothing better to a true blue SHOPAHOLIC (and ladies I am one) than spending someone else's money.
After an exhausting day of jet setting all over the world (OK until you have tried getting on and off a private jet in several different countries don't tell me it isn't tiring!), I finally made it back home, kicked off my high heels (bought at Target by the way) and opened a bottle of wine to toast my success in finding a new job.

Here's to picking myself up, dusting myself off and getting out there to do something I love. Who knew that I could take an addiction and make a career out of it?

So if you find yourself unemployed and have nothing else to do , head over to Mamkats and read all the great stories over there. Or better yet, write one.

Lookin Out My Back Door

It's Workshop Wednesday time and the prompt I chose is
3.) Describe someone in your life you wish you saw more of: This was a no brainer and gave me a chance to write a post about someone I love a lot and haven't posted about yet.
My BFF Gayle. I hope she reads this one and knows how much she means to me and how much I miss her evry day.

There used to be a time I could stick my head out my door and hollar "Gayle, if my kids are down there, shag their ass home. Supper's ready!" and my best friend would send my kids home before the last word was out of my mouth.

My youngest child actually found my BFF for me when we moved into our house. We were all so busy moving furniture and unpacking boxes but he was only 5 so he was out exploring his new neighborhood. He wandered down a few houses and found a little girl playing outside and decided he wanted to play too. Gayle (the little girl's mother) thought she ought to let me know where he was so I wouldn't worry and we became friends from that moment on.

If her kids weren't at my house, my kids were at her house and we never worried about them because we both knew each of us would treat them and discipline them just like the other would. They called us both mom and felt at home in both places. We've been there for all their graduations, weddings, and births of their children.

Gayle and I wore a path down the middle of the road going back and forth between our houses. We spent many hours laughing, crying, swearing and doing our fair share of bitching about our husbands, kids, families, friends and jobs. We might have even tried to solve world peace in there somewhere but gave up on that. It was hard enough trying to solve our own problems let alone world peace.

We've supported each other through many things. She was there for my divorce and I was there for hers. I stood up for her second marriage and she stood up in mine. The words "In good times and in bad" apply to us. We share a bond that often times makes us think we might have been twins separated at birth. I will be thinking about her during the day and all of a sudden my phone will ring and it will be Gayle saying she was thinking about me and had to call. It is so uncanny it's almost unreal. Gayle knows more about me than any one and if she ever wanted to do a tell all she would have some good stuff to put out there but I'm not worried because unless I truly piss her off, she will carry all that to the grave with her. Just as I will do with all the stuff I know about her.

3 years ago, Gayle fell in love with a high school sweetheart who just happened to live in New Orleans. They had started conversating by email and phone and he came to visit and Gayle went down to visit. Around this time Gayle started job hunting down there also just on the off chance something might pop up.

Lo and behold, my BFF pulls a double whammy on me! Not only am I in Mexico on vacation but it's also my birthday and when I get back there is a message on my answering machine to the effect that she has gotten a job in New Orleans and is moving! I literally dropped the phone and started to cry. My hubbs thought someone had died and I guess in a way someone had.

For a while I was very angry at Gayle for leaving me. Who was I going to talk to when I had a problem? Who could I stop for drinks with after work? Who would be there when I needed that shoulder to cry on? Who would understand me like her? But I didn't have to worry because whether she is just down the street or across the country she will always be my BFF and that bond never dies.

We may have to tell each other our problems over the phone or via email and text but we still can. And we may not be able to stop after work for a drink but we can open bottle of wine over the phone and toast one together. You can get really drunk over the phone and not have to worry about driving home from the bar!

I wish she still lived down the street and out my back door but she comes home once in a while and I have made the trip down there to see her and will do so again.

Friendship never dies. I love you and miss you Gayle. Now get your ass back here where it belongs!!!!



Now head over to Mamakat's to read other post's while I quit blubbering here

It Was Only a Bazooka

For this one we have to go way back to time beyond when most of you were born.

I am talking about when I was a small girl and since I am close to being older than dirt some of you may not remember some of the things I will be describing.

Mamakat's prompt that I chose from this weeks Workshop Wednesday was Talk about a time you stole something.

I grew up in a small town of about 1500 people where everyone knew everyone. In a way this was a good thing because I never had to be afraid and my parents always let me go places by myself. No drug dealers standing on street corners or men waiting to drag me into their cars and take me away(this would come later when I went to college). The down side to a small town was that you shouldn't get away with anything either. My mom knew what I was doing before I even thought about it sometimes!

We shopped for groceries at Rubick's. A real Mom and Pop store where they had a butcher who cut your meat as you asked for it. The candy wasn't located next to the check out but rather it had an aisle all to itself. They had tootsie rolls, jaw breakers, smarties, licorice, slo pokes, sugar daddies, fruit stripe gum and my all time favorite the big round ball of Bazooka Bubble Gum!

One day I went shopping with my mom and while she was talking with a friend I casually checked out the candy aisle. I walked back and forth looking at everything, reaching out and touching once in a while and heaving a big sigh because I had already been told I wasn't getting anything long before we had left home.

I was probably 6 years old at the time and I knew what stealing was but in my mind if I took one piece of Bazooka Bubble gum it wouldn't really be stealing. After all, we had just spent lots of money on groceries, this would just be more groceries, right?? So I reached out and put my chubby little hand around a piece while looking to see if Mom or the store people were watching, snatched it up and thrust it in my pocket, immediately running out to the car, jumping in and slamming the door (this was before we had to strap kids into car seats- guess back then they didn't care if we lived or not).

Mom came out, got in the car and we went home. As we were putting the groceries away, I decided I was safe so I pulled the Bazooka out of my pocket and started to unwrap it.

Just like that, my mother's hand snatched my wrist and took the gum out of my hand at the same time demanding," Where did you get this?" I knew I was in deep trouble when I looked at her and the next words out of her mouth were,"and don't lie to me"

So , with tears streaming down my face, my bottom lip trembling and snot dripping from my nose, I told her what I had done. She tossed my naughty ass back in the car and raced back up to Rubick's Grocery store. Then marched my sorry ass in the store and in front of everyone there made me tell the owner what I had done, give him back the Bazooka Bubble Gum and tell him I was sorry. I was horrified!! He was so nice and offered to give me the gum anyway. Of course my mother wouldn't let him- the principal of the thing or something like that. Cured me of ever wanting to steal again.

Now head on over to Mamakats and steal some other stories from bloggers participating in the workshop. You won't be sorry.

Who Am I?

Who am I? Depends on the day , the time of month and of course who you ask.

One day I can be Pollyanna only seeing the bright side of every thing. The next I am Cruella ready to steal your puppies right out from under you.

This week Mamakat had us ask a loved one to use 6 words to describe us and report back as one of our prompts for Wednesday Workshop.

I decided the best person to ask would be my sweet, loving, wonderful husband. Who knows me better than him right? The most wonderful words would trip right off his tongue. Right? Wrong.

He. had. to. think. before. he. answered.

When he did answer this is what he had to say...........

1. Energetic- So what, I'm the energizer bunny running around like crazy never stopping? I do admit I can get a lot done in a day and I don't need a lot of sleep but pink was never my color.

2. Thorough- OK can you say anal retentive? I have to have everything (and I mean everything planned out to the minute. I am so organized that when we are going on a trip I am packed 1 1/2 weeks before and would have the suitcases in the car if my husband would let me drive around with them.

3. Resourceful- OK so I was a Girl Scout and could probably build a fire by rubbing two sticks together. Is there a crime in this?

4. Loving- Thank God he threw this one in there or the man might have ended up dead or divorced. Yes I do love him just kidding.

5. Thoughtful- I think about myself all the time. (That's a joke people.) I also think about shopping and how many new pairs of shoes or how many new purses I can buy.

6. Humble- I am truly humbled by how well my husband knows me and yet still loves me. Most people, myself included would have left me by now after all this.

When my evil twin creeps out, shows herself and starts acting like this, my husband puts his arms around me, tells me he loves me and brings me back down to earth. Then I truly am all of the above words he used to describe me and deserve them all.

Head over to Mamkats and describe yourself in six words or less

Making the List

It's Writer's Workshop Wednesday and you all know what that means.
Yes you have to endure another lengthy story from me because Mamakat forces encourages me to do this to broaden my horizon and my fan base.

Today I chose prompt # 4.) Close out 2008 with your own TOP 10 list!

#10. We finally built the deck on the back of our house! Well almost- the railing isn't done and the step still needs to be built but at least the deck is done.

#9. My Mom and Dad celebrated 59 years of wedded bliss, happiness, OK togetherness without killing each other. I wish I could some day achieve this.



#8. Hubby and I finally made the long awaited trip to New Orleans to visit my BFF and her S/O. She's only been down there 3 years! Geez, what's the rush?



#7. Hubby and I also took our annual tropical vacation to Mexico, only to find I had booked us at a repeat resort ( I try never to do this). They had been bought, renamed and remodelled. Not as good the second time around.



#6. Brett Favre retired from the Packers then decided he wanted to play after all.WTF? We decided we didn't want him. Aaron Rodgers is much better.



#5. My daughter, Bear and the Nebraska grand kids vacationed at the cottage with Hubby and I, Bear caught a BIG fish. She named him Michael. We ate him.



#4. Finally got everyone together for a family picture (or so we thought) Seems my son decided to have a tude that day. We only had to travel 3 states and 500 miles to do it but it sure is worth it!



#3. Bear hosted her first family holiday dinner(Thanksgiving) this year. Hubby, I,daughter Carrin's family and friend Carey's family all helped her and her dog Buddy celebrate.



#2. I got a son-in- law fro Christmas (almost). Daughter Carrin got proposed to, said yes and they're now planning a wedding.



and the thing that holds the top slot of 2008

#1. My dad turned 80 years young in November. His wife, children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and friends gathered to celebrate his life.

So head on over to Mamakats and see who else made the list.There's some really good reading to be found if you take the time.

Letters to Santa

If you follow my blog at all(and you damn well better cause it's awesome) then you know that on Wednesdays I participate in a writer's workshop sponsored by my blogger friend Mamakat. Today's assignment that I chose was to write a letter to Santa. so here goes......

Dear Santa,

Can we talk? I know you're terribly busy this time of year but something has been bothering me for a long time and I just need to get it off my chest.

45 years ago when I was 9 I wrote you a letter asking for a Barbie Dream house for Christmas. This is all I wanted so that Barbie could marry Ken, the love of her life, have kids and live happily ever after.

Santa, I'm still waiting for that Dream house......

Barbie never married Ken. They lived in sin instead and she could never figure out what she wanted to do with her life.
She flitted from Flight Attendant, to Dentist, to Teacher, to Doctor, to Astronaut, to CEO of a company and the list goes on and on and on. All because I never got my Dream house.

Santa you were probably the cause of the feminist movement all because you didn't bring me my Barbie Dream house. Millions of young women followed Barbies lead. She became their role model. They demanded equal pay for equal work and equal time in the bedroom as well as the boardroom. If Barbie could do all these things then they could too!

Santa if you had just brought me my Barbie Dream house, Barbie would have married Ken, lived happily ever after and none of this other shit would have happened. But nooooo. You had to forget me that year. See what you started? Hope you're happy.

By the way, I had to buy my daughters every one of those Barbies as she changed careers cause they wanted to be just like her.

I won't be putting out any cookies this year Santa, looks like you've gained a little weight. (you might want to call Jenny Craig, I hear she works wonders).

Merry Christmas
Still Waiting in Wisconsin

Now head over to Mamakats and read other letters to Santa and see what everyone else is wishing for.

Conversatin with a Mouse

It's Wednasday so that means it's Writer's Workshop time over at Mamakats. Here are todays prompts:1.) Allergies much?
2.) Worst dentist experience ever.
3.) Describe a "new road" you've taken in your life.
4.) What would you say to a mouse who could talk?
5.) Who is the best listener you know? What makes him or her such a good listener

I thought it would be fun to do #4. so the following is my conversation with a mouse. After reading mine, head over to Mamakats blog and check out all the other great stories that are posted there.

As I was cleaning my house the other day (and now we all know this is a fantasy because I don't clean my own house) I stumbled across atiny mouse in the corner of my closet. She was making herself a house there for the winter.

Me: Miss Mouse, what are you doing in my house?

Mouse: It's too cold to be outside so I thought I would live in your lovely house for the winter.

Me: OK, but there are some ground rules if this is gonna happen. Think you can handle that?

Mouse: What kind of rules?

Me: #1. If you're gonna live in my house you can't be pooping where ever the hell you want. Learn to use the toilet! I'm not cleaning up after you.
#2. No chewing holes in the bottom of the boxes of food when you're hungry. Open the damn things like the rest of us! If you have trouble ask.
#3. Don't be running around and scratching in the walls at all hours of the night! Some of us have to work in the morning. If you must do that, do it during the day.
#4. I'm not running a damn daycare here so if you insist on having so damn many babies, find some where else to take them.
Any questions or problems with these rules?

Mouse: I can live with all your rules. No problem. I just have a few requests of my own.
#1. Would you get a volumizing conditioner the next time you go to the store? My hair needs a little plumping and the stuff you use is crap.
#2. I would prefer the wheat crackers to the plain ones. They're better for my diet ( you know fiber- that poop thing). Oh and would you get the sharp cheddar cheese please?
#3. Would you leave the remote for one of your many TVs where I can reach it so I can watch my soaps during the day? It's pretty boring around here with nothing to do all day!
#4. Oh and talking about noise at night, could you and your husband keep it down too? Talk about loud!! Geez!

So me and Miss Mouse struck a deal, shook hands or paws or whatever and she stayed there for the winter. This is what I imagine a conversation with a mouse might be like if they could talk.

Reality Check

It's Writers Workshop Wednesday again over at MamaKat's and this week I have chosen the prompt:

3.) If you had to star in a reality TV show, which one would it be and why?

Now I don't watch all of the reality shows out there (there are way too many and way too many weird ones) but I do watch a few. I even have a couple that I am obsessed with but don't tell anyone OK?

First there is The Bachelorette- I would love to think I could star on this show- wear all the fabulous clothes. Live in the mansion, go to all the exotic locations and have the full attention of 25 gorgeous men! Alas, I am happily married so this eliminates this show. Damn!

Second there is Top Chef-I could chop, saute, puree, bake and cook with the best of them. I just couldn't stab you in the back at the same time to win the show. Pack up your knives and leave the show.

Third there is Americas Next Top Model- OK who am I trying to kid here right? I am only 4'11" and Old! Hello you have to be a skinny bitch for this one with a face that would stop trucks (that one I could probably do but not for the right reasons). I'm not in the running to become Americas next top model.

Fourth we have Real Housewives of Orange County- Now this one I do have some qualifications for. I am a housewife (but on this show you really don't have to be cause not all of them are married) and I live in a county. I could spend money like it's going out of style, drink champagne on yachts and party with the best of them. I would have no problem spending 2.5 mil on a house or $2300 on a dress and $1000 on a pair of shoes and jewelry puh-lease. Bling is my favorite subject. The only disqualification I have for this show- I don't have the money it takes so guess not babe- Not gonna be the new girl this season.

Fifth and final one- Project Runway- I love this show because I love to sew. My mom used to make all of our clothes when I was little and then she taught me to sew and I made my children's clothes. I also made Barbie doll clothes, brides maid dresses, winter coats and wedding dresses. So I have a vested interest in this show. I pick apart their clothes and I criticize how they make them. I could do so much better and that is why I should star on it. I would be so FIERCE!
There would be no stopping me and I would totally rock the show to the very end! Just ask my children (they always loved my clothes) Of course they had no choice when they were little but as they got older they sometimes asked me to make them things so guess it wasn't too bad.
So One Day you're In and One Day you're Out. I'm IN!