Guess Who's Coming to Dinner

That's right the Disney characters. Liv can bring her princes and princesses to the table. The Disney obsession has lasted all summer. Actually it's the princes she really has a thing for. Liv is constantly talking about marrying the princes, especially Aladdin. The other day I overheard her playing with the figurines. She said "Jasmine, you no marry Aladdin. Aladdin wants to marry me!!" Is it possible to be boy crazy at three years old?

PS As a modern woman I do worry about what all these fairy tales are doing to her head. I worry about Liv's self image being affected, and don't get me started on the "Happily Ever After" subject. But that's another post!!!!

OctoMom, 35, and a tattoo!!!!!

For a very long time I have wanted a tattoo. When I was younger, I would entertain the idea, but I never really found something that I would want permanently branded onto my skin. So I would forget about it and then every few years I would want one again. For my 30th birthday I wanted Vinay and I to get matching Ohm's. An ohm is an Indian symbol, that means peace and tranquility. Vinay wasn't too keen on the idea. I was too chicken to do it alone. So 30 came and went and still no tattoo.
Here I am approaching my 35 birthday and once again the tattoo bug has bitten and this time I really want to do it. So for a few months I have been thinking about what I want to get. I have always really liked how Angelina Jolie has the geographical coordinates of her children's birth places. Of course hers is to cover up Billy Bob Thorton's name, but still, what a nice tribute to your children. So with the second adoption still very far away. I thought it would be really great to get Liv's birth place coordinates tattooed right above my hip bone. And then when our second child comes home I would get his or her coordinates added to the tattoo. I was very excited because Liv's coordinates even included the # 35, how cool was that. I had it all figured out, I had even started researching writing styles. A good thing to do when you want to be spontaneous for your mid-life crisis, yea right!!!!
Well in my research I found out that the annoying OctoMom, Nadya Suleman, has the same tattoo in her crazy ploy to become/look like Angelina Jolie. Now I have no problem copying Angelia, but the OctoMom, No, I just can't seem to do it.
SO here I am a month away from my 35 birthday, wanting a tattoo, something that would have special meaning and I am out of ideas. So I'm putting this out there and hoping blogland or facebook friends can help me with some thoughts. I don't want another birthday to go by and still not doing this one thing from my bucket list!!!!

When you gotta go, you gotta go

Thank God I know not to battle Jersey shore traffic without the portable potty!!!!!!

Quiz?? Do you dare take it!!!!

So few people really know what it is like to live in a third world country...so here's a little exercise in third world living...it makes me truly feel blessed...how about you???

1. Take out the furniture: leave a few old blankets, a kitchen table, maybe a wooden chair. You've never had a bed, remember?

2. Throw out your clothes. Each person in the family may keep the oldest suit or dress, a shirt or blouse. The head of the family has the only pair of shoes.

3. All kitchen appliances have vanished. Keep a box of matches, a small bag of flour, some sugar and salt, a handful of onions, a dish of dried beans. Rescue those moldy potatoes from the garbage can: those are tonight's meal.

4. Dismantle the bathroom, shut off the running water, take out the wiring and the lights and everything that runs by electricity.

5. Take away my house and move the family into the tool shed.

6. By now all the other houses in the neighborhood have disappeared; instead there are shanties - for the fortunate ones.

7. Cancel all the newspapers and magazines. Throw out the books. You won't miss them - you are now illiterate. One radio is now left for the whole shantytown.

8. No more postman, fireman, government services. The two- classroom school is 3 miles away, but only 2 of your 7 children attend anyway, and they walk.

9. No hospital, no doctor. The nearest clinic is now 10 miles away with a midwife in charge. You get there by bus or bicycle, if you're lucky enough to have one.

10, Throw out your bankbooks, stock certificates, pension plans, insurance policies. You now have a cash hoard of $5.

11. Get out and start cultivating your three acres. Try hard to raise $300 in cash crops because your landlord wants one-third and your moneylender 10 percent.

12. Find some way for your children to bring in a little extra money so you have something to eat most days. But it won't be enough to keep bodies healthy - so lop off 25 to 30 years of life.

Can you imagine? Unfortunately this a realty for so many living in Guatemala and countries around the world? Can you step up and out of the box to help be the change in the life of these children?

Starting tomorrow night there is an incredible raffle that can make the difference. Check back here http://thejujucrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-raffle.html