FUN! FITNESS! & FRIENDSHIP!

I am incredibly fortunate to play on an all women's soccer team. I have been playing with the Bullets for the past 6 seasons, minus one when I was growing a human! This group of fabulous women have been my support system, my role models, my mentors and my dear friends. They have encouraged and celebrated with me during some big mile stones in my adult life - quitting a job where I let myself be abused, experiencing my first brazilian wax (yup all around the bend), getting married, losing a son, birthing another, mourning the loss of my Dad and my two beloved dogs, rebuilding my heart and finding happiness.


Together, we have laughed so hard that our tummy muscles hurt, shared so much about things that have defiantly improved my sex life, and cried to the point where snot bubbles were the norm. They are women of all sizes, shapes, body hair amounts (personal joke), ages, beliefs, attitudes and experiences. The oldest player is 56 years old and the youngest is 19, she is the daughter of one of our players - how cool is that, to play ball with your Mom!? Love it!!! Some are Moms, some are step-Mom's, some are pregnant, some want to be Mom's, and some don't. The common thread is they are all women and they all have Moms!


To hear the Mom stories that these women openly share is heart warming and heart breaking. I am proud and honoured to be on this team. Go Team Bullets!!!! Go Team Moms!!!


You are Top Shelf Ladies! Right were Gramma keeps the porn!!!


Thank YOU each and every one of you for your love, support and for trusting me.

Privacy Phuleaze!

So I'm on the can the other day and my two year old insists that he helps me. What do you suppose is going on in that cranium of his? How in the world does he think he can help me while I sit with my underpants at my ankles? Good Ghod! I insist to him that, "Mommy needs privacy, please close the door behind you." I guess the concept of respecting ones space doesn't apply to two year olds. He stays and continues to try and push me off of the seat so he can see what is in the toilet... Weird? Weird!


He begins to hand me toilet paper and I say, "No thanks, honey, I got it." So he opens the bathroom cupboard pulls out something and as he hands it to me he says, "Mama tampon for  gina!"  AHHHHHHHHH!!! How in the frick does he know this? I swear I have never..... So all I could say is, "It is called a VAgina."

I Drank The Koolaid

Just over 5 years ago I was an eager participant in a personal development seminar where I was fully brainwashed and was willing to drink the koolaid if asked. I had a few Ah-Ha moments during the full 3 days of yelling in agreement, digging out of the depths of hell, drowning in my own tears and then having to be pulled out of the clouds from my state of elation once released into the real world. A PD event all summed up.... Yes! or Yes!

Why A Fishbowl?

It’s quite simple really and maybe a bit silly too.

The truth is, I like the simplicity of the pictures. I like water. I like swimming. Fish are cool. Orange is my favorite colour.

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