May 15, 2012


Guess who won at last nights Bunco game?...ME!!!! WHOO HOO!!! So as you can imagine I had fun.

It really was a great time. Lots of laughter, great food, and Bunco's. I was fortunate to carpool with Heather last night but unfortunately Karen couldn't join us. However having Heather carpool with me did make me feel more confident and comfortable in going to our evenings hostess home.

I think I've found a real girlfriend in Heather. I love her sense of humor. Actually all the women last night were great.

I believe I will be hosting the next Bunco night. I'm going to really put myself out there with these ladies. I am not naive, I accept and understand that I myself might/could have in my socially awkward state gave a standoffish impression to these ladies.

I also understand that they might not have wanted to invest time in me because I was coming as a sub and they might not see me again for quite some time. Still, I think all invited guest should be made to feel welcome but that's just me.

Either way I'm confident this was just a silly little bump in the road. I'm grateful for the invite to be a permanent member and the opportunity to do something fun just for me. Something I have never had before.

Who knows maybe these ladies will also be my book club girls and maybe if I beg a knitting/crochet group!! *swoon*

A girl can dream...a girl can dream...but for now they are just the Bunco girls.

May 14, 2012

Be Brave!!

So tonight is Bunco night and I'm having anxiety about going and because I have anxiety I'm cleaning. (its a control thing)

My friend Christina will not be attending tonight Bunco game so it's just me with a group of ladies I vaguely know.

I hate these kind of social gatherings. The go ahead and go without me gatherings. The I know you've only meet these people twice prior but go have fun type of gatherings. They are so completely out of my comfort zone.

I need to mention that the Bunco group did indeed invite me to be a permanent member however I believe I did not have everyone vote. *snarky girls*

So I'm going to be brave and repress my social awkwardness and go play Bunco with my new soon to be best friends ever!!

More importantly I'm going to try and win tonight's jackpot. The competitor in me wants to be the evenings Bunco champion something fierce. I wanna scream WHOO HOO BUNCO!!!

May 6, 2012

Not a Girlie Girl but I'm NOT a Boy!!


Today I had about 15 minutes to get ready for church. I had been up since 7:30AM keeping my older boys quiet so my husband could sleep in along with our five year old son.

When they did wake up (an hour later) my hubby made a yummy breakfast for us and then it was upstairs for showers. As I was the last to get into the shower as I always am I was left with a fifteen minute window to get ready myself, give or take.

It was at this moment my irritation began. I am the only girl in the house and I hardly if ever have the opportunity to get myself ready properly.

I would love to just ONCE go to church with DRY and styled hair. As tied back in a scrunchy does not count as styled in any woman's book. With my makeup done and a nice outfit on, that would be fabulous.

My irritation over the situation grew as I sat next to my husband in church (second row center) with his perfectly not a hair out of place styled hair. My hair naturally drying into a frizzy wildly curled rats nest.

As my nest dried I couldn't help but notice all the women around me with their hair, nails, makeup, and outfit all put together perfectly. I wondered how do they do it? How do they make the people in their lives wait for them?

I'm a girl not a boy!! I want to look like a girl. I want to feel good about myself when I go out. I make sure all my boys look presentable while I go out looking like a frumpy mess!!

People often say to me "Oh your the only girl in the house you must be treated like a queen by all these boys!" HA!!

I'm treated like the cook, driver, personal assistant, calculator, maid, nurse, human napkin, human tissue, mommy, and confidant. But a QUEEN?!?!?

I don't want to be mean about it. I don't want to be rude about it. I just want these boys to remember I'm not a boy.