August 1, 2008-- Turkey Meat

As I sit in the stillness of my home, while most of the kids are sleeping, I am wondering what I should write as my very first post on my little blog, which I doubt many will read. Alex is in the other room arguing with James about buying a graphics card for the computer. We are so not electronic savvy people, and the need to spend big bucks on a little card, to make a computer picture look more clear is just foreign to the both of us. Alex is the electronic ant born into the home of a cassette and VCR grasshopper family.

I still don't know how to download a song onto the computer, let alone onto my cell phone, which apparently has an MP3 player, which means I don't have to carry my trusty old CD player, along with my phone and keys when I go walking. Great concept, I just have no clue how to implement it.

20 years ago, I would have been horrified at myself. I would have never guessed I would be a mom who was so out of it. I remember talking to my friends and laughing at our Young Women leaders for having " turkey meat " for legs and not being tan. Now I rarely spend time outside, let alone, wasting precious time basking in the sun for that " healthy tan ". I can only imagine what a day in the sun would be like.

It would start with me in a swimming suit, staring into the mirror, horrified at the shape that has been left to me thanks to six pregnancies and two C-sections ( and a bit of brownie batter, cookie dough and ice cream here and there ).

I would then proceed to the back yard, followed curiously by all six children. Once I began lathering on the sun tan oil, I would need to pass around the bottle, as we would all need to share and share alike. I am sure one child would not get an equal amount of oil and thus would begin the great debate of who got more or less.

After the evenly distributed suntan oil was applied, we would all try to fit onto one blanket. We can all see where this is going. " He's touching me!! I don't have enough blanket!! I want to be by mom!! I never have any fun!!"

Shortly after the great wrestling match over the blanket, oh within five seconds or so, the rapid fire questions would begin " Why are we out here? Why do you want a tan? Why is it so sunny and hot? How long do we HAVE to stay out here? When are we going in?" Then the complaining would begin " I hate hot days, I don't want to be out here."

So, five minutes into my tanning session , I would be back in the house, back into my comfy yoga pants and a roomy T-shirt, I would be chasing kids around any way. Turkey meat is definitely the way to go on this one.