You say potato, I say.....

Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato, which they called 'Yam.' Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life.

They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like 'Hot Potato,' and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.

Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her!

But on the other hand she wouldn't stay home and become a Couch Potato either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins.

When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out
for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland. And the greasy guys from France called the French Fries. And when she went out west, to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.

Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, 'Frito Lay.'

Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (that's Potato University ) so that when she graduated she'd really be in the Chips. But in spite of all they did for her, one day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.

Tom Brokaw!

Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset.

They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just......

Well.....

A COMMONTATER.

(Thank you, Dad.  This was lifted from your email that you sent me because, well, it's just too darn funny not to share.)

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Whoa nellie!  It's been busy in my parts, er, neck of the woods.  21 day cleanse that lasted 3 days (more to come on that one), husband swamped with school, kids needing full time entertainment and I'm  the headlining act....

Until we can return to our regularly scheduled programming here is a little sumpin' to keep you entertained:


(and here I thought it was me turning my kids on to cool stuff? oh no I don't think so!)

Wishlist

Two things to add to the birthday wishlist:

(a) a banjo.

(b) another baby.

But, until then, here's this.



(okay, okay...maybe I don't really want these things but this video makes me seriously consider the possibility...)

Countdown

Forty years ago, my mother was pregnant with her third child living alone in Boise with two small kids while her husband did his second tour in Vietnam. She was about to turn 32. I am in awe when I think of how she managed the non-stop schedule she must have had. Not to mention the stress of having a baby on her own and wondering if this little one would ever meet her father.

When I think of this, as I ping pong between dread and relief over turning forty this year, I realize how selfish and petty it is. I have been making many changes in my life in the hopes of being a better mother, a better wife, a better daughter, a better person overall.

One of the changes I have done my best to avoid is my diet. When I was pregnant with my girls I was introduced to gestational diabetes and what it entails to control and manage it. It was the first time in my life that I actually had to think about what I ate and how it effected me (a lot easier to be motivated when a little person is relying on you!). After meeting with a nutritionist and learning how to monitor my blood glucose levels (testing before and after I ate my 6 small meals per day) I was overwhelmed to say the very least. The first day of trying to figure out what I could eat that wouldn't shoot my blood sugar levels through the roof put me in a panic. I called my husband in tears for fear of eating the wrong thing and hurting our little one. Once I got a grip, on myself and my diet, it was an easy transition. And I had never been so healthy.

It's not uncommon for mothers to put themselves at the end of the priority list in their lives. I have fallen into the same rut where I eat the leftovers of my children's meals. I fuel myself with caffeine and sugar as I blow through my days. All the while feeling exhausted, frustrated and angry with myself for not doing what I know I should do.

So, today begins the countdown. 45 days until I turn 40 and 21 days until I feel cleansed.  After reading Heather's tweet about her sudden burst of energy on Day Four and then her ongoing updates, I realized this is what I need to do.  This is what I want to do.

Please bear with me as I embark on this adventure.  I'm dreading the caffeine withdrawal the most but am excited to see what happens.  

R.I.P.

Oh, how she will be missed.

(and be sure to watch this movie....my personal fave mainly because of this scene)

Love is Blind.

All I have to say is......



FINALLY!

(Congrats to all the happy couples!)

That's Bangin.

Thank you, JR.  Not only for just, well, being you but for inspiring me.  Yet again.



Love,
Auntie N.