I happen to know someone who could use one of these.
A German company has created what is being called the ultimate revenge gift.
A bikini that dissolves after a few seconds in the water .
Friday, July 31, 2009
Dissolving Bikini
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Weight Loss Secret
Are you ready?
Here's my weight loss secret.....
When the excuses start roaming around my head about why I shouldn't , or don't need to run.
I weigh myself.
Yup, that wakes me right the hell up.
Off to run.
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Life is Good
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Bra Tooth
Hawaii now has a hands free while driving law.
My bluetooth won't sync with my ghetto phone so now we have:
Bra Tooth!!!!!
(The girl would like credit for naming it)
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Name that tune or Heart ache breeds musical talent
The boys heart is hurting so
therefore so is mine
we're music people so that's how we,
forgive me for being a little dramatic,
grieve.
He's playing alot of sad songs.
It makes me want to make it better but I can't.
I remember all to well
that heart ache.
I feel for him in my core
It's his midnight piano session........
here's the playlist...
"Gravity"
something always brings me back to you
it never takes too long
no matter what I say or do
I still see you here till the moment I'm gone
You hold me without touch you keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much
Than to drown in your love and not feel your rain
"Mom let's play some name that tune""
"what song?", he asks.
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now ... here he comes!
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go
Killers,
"When you were young"
I say.
Next..
Nobody ever had a dream round here,
but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me
Nobody ever pulls the seams round here,
but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me
I've got this energy beneath my feet
like something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
I've got this sentimental heart that beats
but I don't really mind (and) it's starting to get to me
Now.."Why do you waste my time?"
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I'm sick of all my judges
so scared of what they'll find
But I know that I can make it
As long as somebody takes me home,
every now and then...
Killers
"Samstown."
Next.....
All around are me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrows
No tomorrow, no tomorrow.
Tears for Fears
"Mad world "
next..
In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed... you said...
You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,
I'm stumped!!!!
Boston
"Augustina"......
The game is done at least for tonight.
Sweet dreams my baby boy.
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Have you missed me????
Moving is a bitch YO!
Doesn't it seem redundant to wrap and pack things, drive fourty minutes and unpack the same things?
Last time we moved I had a good month while everything was on a boat before I had to face all the junk I just shipped across an ocean to an island. I had time to miss my junk.
Now I open a box and go ughhhh not you again.
Here's a short discussion about stuff for your viewing pleasure...
Plus we moved into a model home with all it's perfectness.
I have a hard time tarnishing it and getting rid of the
pretty- but -just- for- decoration -towels- with- the- rafia- bow- that- are- hot- glued -together- so they can never end up on the floor.
How perfect is that?
And the perfect closet with built in everything.
Must get wood hangers to keep that look up.
And perfect closets don't have that flower girl dress of your daughters you can't get rid of
Yeah it kind of sticks out like a sore thumb.
And our garage is not so perfect but that's what garages are for especially in Hawaii where homes are smaller, no basement so where else do you put your junk, I mean Christmas decorations.
The first floor of our house looks pretty perfect.
Oh and we bought a penis couch,
Of course it took the boy to point that out to us.
My retort- "You've seen too many R movies lately" (that's a whole other post about how I earned my parent of the year award)
His retort- "hey I happen to have one"
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Labels: george carlin stuff, penis couch, stuff