Class. You either have it or you don't. Gabrielle, Laura and Laurie, the founders of kirsty, have BUCKETS of class. The people at skirt magazine have NO Class. Not a spec.
The best description I've read about the kirtsy, skirt situation is from Jenny the Bloggess
It's been a fabulous couple of days for Girl Power!
I still miss my mom and it's been 8 years since she died. I am not trying to whine because I was so lucky to have my mom at all, so I'm grateful for the time I got with her.
My mom died in 2000, when my daughters were 2 and 6. I found out I was pregnant with my second daughter Katie the same week my mom told us she had breast, abdomen and lung cancer. The doctors told her to prepare her will and set her estate in order as she "would probably not live to see her new grandchild".
Naturally, these doctors had never witnessed the power of my mom, Catherine Marguerite Jones. Mom was "old school", as she never left home without her pearls or her lipstick on. She looked like a lady but had a will of steel. She lived for over 2 years past the time the doctors gave her and was such a medical wonder, her case was STUDIED by one of the cancer specialists because it was so amazing she was around and in relatively good health.
Mother's Day is a great day for me as a Mom but it's bittersweet. Because I miss my mom and it hits me when I least expect it. There are times I almost pick up the phone to call her because I don't know what to do about the roses or I want to tell her something funny. Part of me is missing because she's not around.
I don't mean to be a downer but if you have lost your mom just know that there are others out there that feel the same way. You're not alone.
If you still have your mom, treasure the time with her. I'm sure she's probably making you crazy but know that you will miss her so much when she's no longer with you. Give her an extra hug this Mother's Day and let her tell you that bangs would look better on you, even if you are 38 years old and can take care of yourself just fine.
Did you read about this? Just another daily dose of Trashy Celebrity. Lindsay Lohan shows up in all kinds of pictures wearing someone else's missing fur coat!
She had been at a private birthday party where the "victim" had deposited her coat in a public bin. Never mind the idiocy of placing an elegant fur coat worth thousands of dollars in a "bin". The woman went to leave the party after about an hour, and her coat had disappeared. Naturally, so had Miss Lohan. When the woman with the missing coat later found pictures online and in a magazine of Lindsay wearing her special coat, she contacted her lawyer, and the rest is history. The lawyer contacted Lohan's attorney, and the rest is history. The coat magically reappeared within hours. Now, the woman, Masha Markova, is suing Lohan for $10,000 and an apology.
First of all, no matter what your position on wearing fur is...
OK, I'm standing by. Let's hear it.
I can't believe I broke one of the MAJOR WTM rules when I picked up the kids from school today. I wore my WT Mom uniform that I wear here at the WTM ranch to school pick up.
Dig if you will, the picture:
Me in my "Party Barn" t-shirt (GET IT IN YOUR CAR...AT THE PARTY BARN)
Flip flops with very trashy toe nails showing
Sweat pants
I worked on a big project yesterday and I ran late to pick up. I had to run out of the house, got to school and remembered that I was wearing a screaming WT tee that would cause the Muffia to talk to weeks. Party Barn is the official Drive Thru Liquor store of choice when I go to my favorite town, Austin Texas. All the cool WT people hang out there.
Normally if I am wearing tell tale signs of real WT Motherhood at school, I try to lurk over and get Kate and leave. But yesterday there was NO LURKING as I had not a jacket to cover up with or anything. So I did the next best thing....I HONKED MY HORN (tres WT) so that my daughter Kate and her pal Maddie could see me.
Erma Bombeck, the Queen of the WT Moms, wrote my favorite essay about motherhood, called "The Perfect Mother". It's from the book Motherhood--The Second Oldest Profession.
Every time I feel bad that my house is not spotless or my kids are eating mac & cheese again----Erma helps me remember that being PERFECT is not what makes a good mother. Happy Mother's Day to all my WTM's out there and I'm so glad that there are so many of us "imperfect" moms out in the world!
The Perfect Mother “
by Erma Bombeck
Everyone said Sharon was a terrific mother.
Her neighbors said it.
Sharon painted the inside of her garbage cans with enamel, grew her own vegetables, cut her own grass every week, made winter coats for the entire family from remnants, donated blood and baked Barbara Mandrell a doll cake for her birthday.
Her mother said it.
Sharon drove her to the doctor’s when she had an appointment, color-coordinated the children’s clothes and put them in labeled drawers, laundered aluminum foil and used it again, planned family reunions, wrote her Congressman, cut everyone’s hair and knew her health insurance policy number by heart.
Her children’s teacher said it.
She helped her children every night with their homework, delivered her son’s paper route when it rained, packed nutritious lunches with little raised faces on the sandwiches, was homeroom mother, belonged to five car pools and once blew up 234 balloons by herself for the seventh grade cotillion.
Her husband said it.
Sharon washed the car when it rained, saved antifreeze from year to year, paid all the bills, arranged their social schedule, sprayed the garden for bugs, moved the hose during the summer, put the children on their backs at night to make sure they didn’t sleep on their faces, and once found a twelve-dollar error on a tax return filed by H & R Block.
Her best friend said it.
Sharon build a bed out of scraps left over from the patio, crocheted a Santa Claus to cover the extra roll of toilet paper at Christmastime, washed fruit before her children ate it, learned to play the harpsichord, kept a Boston fern alive for a whole year, and when the group ate lunch out, Sharon always figured out who owed what.
Her minister said it.
Sharon found time to read all the dirty books and campaign against them. She played guitar at evening services. She corresponded with a poor family in Guatemala…in SPANISH. She put together a cookbook to raise funds for a new coffee maker for the church. She collected door to door for all the health organizations.
Sharon was one of those women blessed with a knack for being organized. She planned a “theme party” for the dog’s birthday, made her children elaborate Halloween costumes out of old grocery bags and her knots came out just right on the shoelaces when they broke. She put a basketball hoop over the clothes hanger as an incentive for good habits, started seedlings in a toilet paper spindle, and insulated their house with empty egg cartons, which everyone else threw away.
Sharon kept a schedule that would have brought any other women to her knees. Need twenty-five women to chaperone a party? Give the list to Sharon. Need a mother to convert the school library to the Dewey Decimal System? Call Sharon. Need someone to organize a block party, garage sale or a school festival? Get Sharon.
Sharon was a SUPER MOM!
Her gynecologist said it.
Her butcher said it.
Her tennis partner said it.
Her children…
Her children never said it.
They spent a lot of time with Rick’s mother, who was always home with them and who ate cookies out of a box and played poker with them.
