I'm blushing

Hi!  It's me!  Remember me?  I sure hope so, but I totally understand if you don't.  I'm Desiree and this is my blog.  Thanks for stopping by and if you've been here a while, waiting on me, looking at your watch tapping your foot wondering when the eff I'm going to show up, DOOD, I apologize.  It's just that I've got this kid, you see, and she refuses to nap during the daytime.  Although by nap I'm pretty sure you knew that I meant daytime, otherwise I would have said sleep, thereby referencing the nightime, which she does quite well.  Except, at night, I want to sleep too.  If you're keeping score, daytime - baby tending, nightime - sleeping, Desiree - no blogging.  However, it doesn't all suck because I got to go to lunch with Kesha today and I wore makeup and everything!  I should have taken a picture because that sure as hell doesn't happen very often.  The makeup thing, not the picture thing.  I take pictures way more often than I put on makeup.


Right, but this isn't a post about makeup, although I looked quite put together if I do say so myself.


No, this is another installment of I Have The Best ReaderFriends Ever!


Gethsemane (who shall henceforth be GG because that's quite a lot to type when you've had wine) sent me the most awesome email one day many many months ago.  She was so sweet and nice and kind and I was so touched that she spent time reading my blog and even took time out of her life to contact me.  Ever since then, she checks in with me, I check in with her and she's the coolest.  The other day, a package arrived in the mail from her and she'd gotten a gift for the baby, but also stuff for me!  How cool is that!

The polishes are the OPI Texas Collection and I just spent a 

ridiculous amount of time on this blog to find the names of the polishes

and instead got drawn in by the pretty pretty fingernails.

I am so happy to report that this lotion is ah-mah-zing!  It doesn't feel greasy or heavy or anything!  I painted my toes with the pink polish and while I haven't used the face mask yet I'm sure it will be fabulous!  And did I mention that she's a college student?  College students by definition are broke as f*ck (I'm a mom now, I'm trying to curse less.  But I'm just so good at it...) so it means that much more that she took her few college-student dollars and got us a gift! Thank you so much GG!

..............I just got drawn in to another nail blog.  Who knew that there were *that many* nail blogs out there?  Where was I?  Who am I?  What was I doing?  Why is my wine glass empty? 

Anyway, I also want to give a shout-out to Rania.  She started commenting, I started responding, we started emailing and soon it got to the point where I was trying to screw up my nerve to ask her out (not like that, gah) because she lived in Dallas.  Thankfully, she was down with it and we met at a Panera for lunch one day.  


Driving up there, I was all kinds of nervous because you never know how these things can go.  They might like your blog but not the person and I was really hoping she'd like the person because I was in that stay-at-home-mom-lonely-place and really wanted another mom to talk to.  She was waiting by the door when I walked in, I took one look at her and blurted out "Well my goodness, you're GORGEOUS!"  Then I started sputtering:  Not that I was hoping you weren't.  Or that I was hoping you were, like we couldn't be friends if you weren't pretty or something - I'm not that kind of person, I don't do that.  I was just saying you're really pretty.  Oh God, I'm sorry, I ramble and say dumb things when I'm nervous.  Sorry, let me shut up.  Never mind me, sorry.  Okay, let's just get in line.  


I swear that's how it went.  Thank God, Rania was way smoother/cooler/more polished than I was and just laughed and dismissed my ridiculousness.  With my initial awkwardness out of the way, we sat down for lunch and ended up spending three hours there!  Don't you love it when that happens!  We totally hit it off and I'm so happy she agreed to have lunch with me and I'm even happier that she decided to stay after I totally embarrassed myself.  We even went to lunch again and got a picture this time!

For once, the crap picture isn't my fault, although

I'm bummed that I didn't make the server take more shots but

she seemed a bit *challenged* by my camera.  Whatevs.

Isn't her son the cutest!

How cute are these dresses she got for the baby!

I'm a bad mommy, I didn't iron them before I took the picture.

Shoes too!  I can't wait till Sofia is big enough to fit into them!

You guys.  For real seriously.  This is real talk right here.  I'm so seriously blessed that you come to see me.  I'm so blessed that you invest your precious time in my life and that you allow me to do the same.  This is real what we have here and I want y'all to know that I'm grateful.  For serious.  And this isn't even the wine talking, I'm serious. 

You're so pretty.....

You guys are awesome and I just want you to know that I will never call you names like I see on other blogs.  Who ARE these people that they think their shit don't stink and they can be on their blogs all what's up losers?  You bitches better read my shit and all that.  Whenever I see a blog like that, I get all bowed up and I'm all yo, you don't know me like that.  I ain't ya bitch.  Do they not know that people have lives and if they're coming to read your shit you need to not be calling them bitches and losers and whatnot?  

Okay, let me stop before I start linking to blogs and calling people out and getting in trouble.  That's what happens when I drink too much - I start fights because you looked at my friend all stank n shit.

Anyway, my point is I'll never call y'all losers or bitches or whatever else.  You guys cried with me when I lost my babies.  You congratulated me when I successfully gave birth.  You let me word vomit and you keep coming back and for that you're awesome.

You're NOT losers and you're NOT bitches and I'll ALWAYS have your back.  Just remember, I'm kind of scrawny with a Mom Ass and no muscles and a big mouth so I'm not sure I'm much of an asset.

At any rate, I wanted to say thanks to my girls and thanks to YOU for sticking around this piece and hanging out with me and for being my Down-Ass Chicks.

I'm not sure where I went with all of this - probably because of the wine and I'm just going to be all kinds of reckless and hit publish without proofreading or anything!  Here goes...