Operation Tubetop

Yesterday was a real OC housewife day. In the morning I hit the gym, woke the Kid up, got him ready for daycare, brought him to daycare, bought groceries and showered because it was already baking out. Then I headed to my gyno appointment but she had messed up the dates but that's ok cause she's super awesome and we totally could be besties if she didn't have to look at my va jay jay every 6 months. After my non appointment, I headed home, had lunch, showered again (really hot out) and then headed to my favourite spa. I had booked the "eye special" which includes eyebrow plucking (not waxing which I didn't realise and it hurt like crazy because she was a sadist in braces), eyebrow dying, eyelash dying and an eye mask. The whole thing costs 25.90 which is a great price! After my treatment, I headed home and changed and met a friend for a round of tennis. Then we had drinks at the tennisclub and I continued to sweat. It was really really hot out. After, I head

We're off to Greece in a week and a day and I need to get ready. There's hair removal, exfoliating, manicures, hair dying and on and on. This morning I purchased a so called Pedi Maus which is the European version of the Ped Egg. The gadget is supposed to exfoliate your feet and it is shaped like an egg with a parmesan shredder type thing attached. The idea is that it takes off your dead skin, collects it and then you get look at the grossness that is inside. Meh. Jury's out. I look like I dragged my heels along concrete for an hour. Stay tuned. I have to get back to self tanning so I don't blind our fellow guests so the first layer goes on today. And since my hair is getting blonder and blonder due to the sun, I am putting a little brown rinse in today so that it doesn't go platinum on holiday. Next, I'm going to book an appointment to get my eyebrows waxed and dyed (dying my eyelashes too) so I can forgo makeup during the day and swimming with full make up i

On Saturday, the Husband and I attended a summer festival event at the Kid's school. It started in the auditorium and each group performed a song. Our son's group was second to go and we just about lost our ever loving minds. He was up there, standing stock still and we couldn't have been prouder. I was half expecting him to go on a rampage and start knocking over expensive equipment... but perhaps having 200 adults stare at you is reason enough to not move. He was adorable. One thing I noticed is that parents are funny beings. A majority of the ones at the event were pretty stoic but when their kid was up onstage it was like Mick Jagger and Elvis had shown up. There was waving and clapping and full out hysteria. And I get it, I was one of them. I guess there is a sense of pride and overwhelming love that makes us parents act like complete idiots when we see our kids on stage. And I'm still holding out for an agent to approach me for my amazing and talented son. What a

Hey! 10,000 views! Holla! Thanks y'all for reading about my insecurities about my parenting, weight and the ability to wrap things! It has been exactly a year since I started this and I'm still not at my goal of looking like a bronzed goddess with extensions and leopard print shoes, but I've learned and accomplished a lot: I may not be any thinner because things like stress, work, travel and holidays popped up, but I have learned to eat a lot healthier. Our dinners now often have a vegetable and are not always covered and melted in cheese. Case in point: tonight I am making a veg curry: potatoes, chick peas, onions, carrots and eggplant. On Tuesday I made Tom Kha Gai soup and well, tomorrow I'll make burgers. So close... I am a lot fitter than I was a year ago. I may not look it, but my endurance has improved. I'm not as winded as I once was when I started hitting the crosstrainer last February. Instead all brain function ceases to exist and I wipe down other pe

Everyday is an adventure for me. Something always happens that is either humiliating, hilarious or destructive.  In university, friends suggested I make a mini series of books called Tova's Adventures ... These friends are also the ones who created the The Bad Girl Box on our dorm floor that was for me to sit in whenever I did anything stupid. I sat in there a lot. But more on my stupidity later. Over the weekend the Kid had a cold. It was still not great on Monday so I kept him home and it was awesome. We played, we watched cartoons and snacked. Tuesday he was doing a lot better but I decided to keep him home one more day just cause I could. When I dropped him off this morning at daycare I told one of the women there that I had actually kept him home to spend time with him and thought "so there. I am a good mother." and then I hated myself for having to even prove my worth. Gah. This morning I hit the gym and had a great 40 minutes on the crosstrainer. When I'm a