tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66474749119111263722012-01-09T19:04:49.438-05:00Musings of a Plus Sized MomI wanted to write a blog because all the cool kids were doing it.Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-26234681194732691222012-01-09T18:40:00.001-05:002012-01-09T19:04:49.447-05:00If I Had a Nickel<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">If I had a nickel for every time some moron said...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Trust your body"</div><div style="text-align: center;">No thank you, my eyes have been failing me since somewhere around the 8th grade, this bitch be faulty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Follow your instincts"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Learned this one the hard way. &nbsp;That guy seemed so nice online...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Do what feels safe"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well I'm scared to death of riding in airplanes. &nbsp;Like I need a xanax or 3 to even think about looking up prices for flights. &nbsp;But I hop in my damn car every freakin day to drive somewhere. &nbsp;Hmm &nbsp;My feel safe meter must be broken</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Insert some garlic into your..."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Garlic is not going to cure anything. &nbsp;Please don't shove it into any of your orifices. &nbsp;It could make for an embarrassing trip to the ER</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Squirt some breast milk on it"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Regardless of what the Lactards tell you it is not magic. &nbsp;Get a band aid and some neosporin people, don't whip out your boob.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Do your research"</div><div style="text-align: center;">This one isn't so bad as long as you know what real research is. &nbsp;If you think a few Google searches are research please call the appropriate professional in the field you are looking for info on and make an appointment and ask them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />"Have you tried Chiropractic?"<br />If it's about your back pain please disregard this. &nbsp;If it is in response to a question about vaccines or your kids behavior problems, run away fast the advice giver is a moron<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Natural is better"</div><div style="text-align: center;">O.O &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">I would buy the Internet and kick all their asses out.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Please check back for my next post</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Natural Doesn't Equal Better</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-2623468119473269122?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-78999653745639244262012-01-07T19:29:00.000-05:002012-01-07T19:29:14.627-05:00Quotes From My Family<div style="text-align: center;">I thought I would share my favorite quotes from the men in my life. &nbsp;I figure one each will do for a laugh tonight!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#1 Son "He made me mad so I threw it in the toilet"</div><div style="text-align: center;">The "it" was a butter knife. &nbsp;I'm still confused on that one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#4 Son &nbsp;"I write with this hand (indicating left) and I color with this one (indicating right).</div><div style="text-align: center;">This gem was dropped 1/2 way through Kindergarten. &nbsp;A year later he's still doing it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#5 Son "DOG POOPY!!!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">This was the second occasion that he put 2 words together. &nbsp;He was alerting everyone to the fact that the dog left a pile in the dining room.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#2 Son "What is a douche bag?"&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">To his 3rd grade teacher. &nbsp;Dad learned a valuable lesson that day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#6 Son "Ahh-Goo"</div><div style="text-align: center;">He's only 12 weeks, give him time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Son #3 "Mom it's like I'm walking straight and the world is turning for me"</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kid is deep man</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And last but certainly not least The Man "I'm going to go do something totally unnatural in your bathroom which I will apologize for now"</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know he's lucky I hung around after that one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What awesomely awesome words of wisdom or great quotes have dropped from the lips of your loved ones?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-7899965374563924426?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-39016180118658593492012-01-01T11:00:00.000-05:002012-01-01T11:00:00.048-05:00Sexy Women Pt 3 Devon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QpCPzLpsfJI/Tv_C86tUCiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GRSYoDZdBnE/s1600/devon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QpCPzLpsfJI/Tv_C86tUCiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GRSYoDZdBnE/s320/devon.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">What makes someone sexy? What makes me sexy? As with most things, it's not simple. And the answer will vary from person to person. If you ask my friends, what makes me sexy, you might hear something about confidence and curves. If you ask my parents what makes me sexy, you might hear something about how children (even 30+ year old ones) are not sexy, they are asexual creatures who will be pure and "innocent" forever. Well, sorry dad...you will have to return to bliss-land where ignorance keeps us all happy, because I am sexy, damn it. And it's not any one thing. Nor is it even a few things. It's the whole package, stretch marks and all, that make me sexy.&nbsp;</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">When I began belly dancing in 1999, I suffered from low self confidence and pretty intense body image issues. It wasn't a miracle cure by any means, but dancing helped me overcome many of those issues and build a sense of inner strength that I never came close to honestly having before. Yes, I would bark at the wind about my confidence and "inner beauty" but it wasn't until I could dance with my belly rolling rolls showing, that I began to actually believe it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BHRrNob4b8/Tv_DJd_zQAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YBf4R8MZjJw/s1600/devon2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BHRrNob4b8/Tv_DJd_zQAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YBf4R8MZjJw/s320/devon2.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Who else wants to sign up for belly dancing classes now? &nbsp;I sure as heck do!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-3901618011865859349?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-67894281135168280762011-12-31T20:45:00.000-05:002011-12-31T22:38:43.879-05:00Screw the Resolutions<div style="text-align: center;">Resolutions can kiss my Aunt Fannie this year. &nbsp;I'm just not into it anymore. &nbsp;Here is a little list of things I will not be working on this year:<br /><br />1 &nbsp;Losing Weight<br />Fuck it, I'm going to eat what I want and not worry about it.<br /><br />2 &nbsp;Saving Money<br />I don't know why I ever tried that one, all it does is stress me out. &nbsp;When you have to worry about how the hell you are going to pay your bills trying to save on top of that is too damn hard.<br /><br />3 &nbsp;Drinking Less<br />Bitches I'm drinking more! &nbsp;6 babes in 12 years, I think I deserve some nights out<br /><br />4 &nbsp;Recycle<br />Yeah I'm evil, I'm going to pawn this one off on the kids.<br /><br />5 &nbsp;Watch less TV<br />There is no better pick me up than watching reality shows. &nbsp;I'm crazy but not that crazy!<br /><br /><br /><div><br />HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-6789428113516828076?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-81774005611114962742011-12-29T12:34:00.001-05:002011-12-29T12:34:12.767-05:00You Might be a Shit-tastic Parent if...<div style="text-align: center;">Your children&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Watch TV</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Even for 15 minutes a day, your kid will be dumb as a box of hammers)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wear disposable diapers</div><div style="text-align: center;">(You're killing the environment asshole!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Drink soda or Kool-Aid</div><div style="text-align: center;">(One sip and all their teeth are going to fall out)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Are fed formula</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Serial killer in the making)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Are taken to the Dr. on the regular</div><div style="text-align: center;">(That doctor is just out to get your money Yo)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Are Vaccinated</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Don't you know that natural immunity is so superior, Polio party at my house! &nbsp;Woot)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have eaten fast food</div><div style="text-align: center;">(I'm sorry you are so weak and succumbed to the flashy advertising)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sleep in a crib</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Your kid will never love you, might as well give up now)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Started solids before 12 months.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Newborn poo is so much easier to clean dontcha know?)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ride in a stroller</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Evil tool of detachment, you should wear your baby, all the time)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Go to public school</div><div style="text-align: center;">(The government is just out to brainwash your kid. &nbsp;Besides you are so much smarter then any teacher with a college education they could ever dream of hiring)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*Disclaimer*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This post is sarcastic, I don't give a shit how you parent your kid, you can BF, bedshare, and babywear till your hearts content, I don't care. &nbsp;I also could not care less if you FF, use a crib and that baby rides in a stroller. &nbsp;Just don't be a sanctimonious twat and it's all good.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-8177400561111496274?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-10635452932411470932011-12-27T11:02:00.001-05:002011-12-27T11:02:46.788-05:00Sexy Women Pt2 Confidence is Sexy<div style="text-align: center;">I promised you sexy women and I am going to keep that commitment here you go!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wkoZyZ7w5I/TvnpvFsP2uI/AAAAAAAAAH4/if_qKAqTh8M/s1600/2011-12-08+13.32.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wkoZyZ7w5I/TvnpvFsP2uI/AAAAAAAAAH4/if_qKAqTh8M/s320/2011-12-08+13.32.21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the very HOT Amber, here is what she has to say</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">I was asked today why I was sooo HOT. Well, it's obvious. Have you seen me? Haha. Just kidding. I guess part of it has to do with genes. I think my face is quite pleasant. I'm a fat chick. Which some people like and some people don't. I understand that and I'm cool with it. I think a big part of being considered hot is being confident. It took me a few years to find my confidence. But now I know, I might be fat but that doesn't make a lesser person. That doesn't make me any less worthy than any other human being. I'm confident in who I am, what I have to offer as a friend, partner, sister, daughter, granddaughter, and person. I also own my fat. You will see me walking around in yoga pants and a hoodie sometimes. Because hey, I like being comfy. But you'll also see me rocking skinny jeans and a cute top. I don't hide behind huge tshirts and sweats. And if you don't have that confidence yet, well just fake it til you make it. Because eventually, you will get it. Don't let other people bring you down with their negativity.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">I first met Amber at work several years ago. &nbsp;I thought "OOH who is that pretty girl over there?" &nbsp;As I got to know her I found out she is one of the funniest chicks ever. &nbsp;That to me is super hot. &nbsp;She is confident and knows her worth. &nbsp;From what I have seen men want to know her and women want to be her. &nbsp;:-) &nbsp;She has a magnetic personality and can light up any room. &nbsp;Oh and the red hair, gotta love that hair!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">She is just one example of a sexy plus sized woman. &nbsp;Please stay tuned, I think I am going to make this a regular feature. &nbsp;What do you think?</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-1063545293241147093?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-4762121080807021202011-12-22T19:18:00.000-05:002011-12-22T19:18:29.057-05:00I Made That<div style="text-align: center;">All moms know that feeling. &nbsp;You've given birth, you're holding that sweet little babe and you are in awe and amazement of what you have made. &nbsp;You look over at your SO and he says something sweet like "look what we did honey" or "we make cute babies". &nbsp;That sweet little bundle of perfection, you couldn't be happier right? &nbsp;Of course.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aT65L2zkxg4/TvPGJAA6CuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LhK4DUvbJh0/s1600/4-27FF6817-307916-800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aT65L2zkxg4/TvPGJAA6CuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LhK4DUvbJh0/s320/4-27FF6817-307916-800.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh sweet sweet baby</div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Fast forward 5 or 6 years and it's more like&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSQAJrnyBo0/TvPF0t-uPNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8QwpRFGdmas/s1600/4-1A96F794-456950-800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSQAJrnyBo0/TvPF0t-uPNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8QwpRFGdmas/s320/4-1A96F794-456950-800.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Did my 6 year old just put on a size 12month shirt and actually think it was his?</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Honey look what we made!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I admit I was a little concerned when Cole came downstairs and I had to inform him that the shirt he was wearing in no way fit him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I catch the BF doing this in our bedroom</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSe_u0mG_ys/TvPGuMWOcBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HcTDw1iMCLw/s1600/4-DF344735-436008-800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSe_u0mG_ys/TvPGuMWOcBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HcTDw1iMCLw/s320/4-DF344735-436008-800.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, the goofy totally comes from dad. &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have any of you ever experienced this? &nbsp;What kind of goofy things have your kids done that made you scratch your head? &nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-476212108080702120?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-78670348727861876872011-12-19T12:17:00.000-05:002011-12-19T12:17:21.030-05:00Sexy Women Pt 1I was out and about the other day and I overheard a conversation two women were having. &nbsp;One said to the other that she could not find a good man to date because she was fat. &nbsp;What what? &nbsp;There is no way I could have heard that right. &nbsp;Of course at that point I give the woman a closer look and she is beautiful. &nbsp;I didn't get it. &nbsp;But seeing as I didn't know this woman and have some tact and self control I didn't say anything to her. &nbsp;I am sure there was more to her story but it set me off on a tangent. &nbsp;Which leads to me to the point of today's rant. &nbsp;Being attractive, sexy and beautiful really don't have anything to do with size. &nbsp;I am not a therapist so I'm not going to blather on about self esteem or anything else like that. &nbsp;(I will suggest if you feel that you have a poor self image or lack of confidence please seek out a professional to talk to.) &nbsp;Think of this post as a little kick in the pants, not a how to guide.<br /><br />I asked my friends and family what they thought the sexiest things about women are. &nbsp;I asked online and IRL so I got lots of responses and in no particular order here are some of my favorite and most common responses.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CONFIDENCE</div><div style="text-align: center;">BOOBS</div><div style="text-align: center;">SMILE</div><div style="text-align: center;">EYES</div><div style="text-align: center;">LONG HAIR</div><div style="text-align: center;">INTELLIGENCE</div><div style="text-align: center;">POSITIVE ATTITUDE</div><div style="text-align: center;">LEGS</div><div style="text-align: center;">CURVES</div><div style="text-align: center;">HUMOR</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes some of those are physical things, but they're not things limited to thin women. &nbsp;I will tell ya'll that not one person I asked said the most beautiful thing about a woman was how thin she was. &nbsp;Now I will share my two favorite responses.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">&nbsp;<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">And I think the sexiest thing about women is the delicate balance between beauty and power and their complexity and vulnerability. When a woman wants you, she wants all of you and that enveloping nature is delicious.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="background-color: white;">-Lily</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Women, I find women sexy. &nbsp;Everything about them. &nbsp;I like women</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">-Matt</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">My next post will feature some of the hottest women I know!! &nbsp;I know I'm excited!!</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-7867034872786187687?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-4862990199548951142011-12-07T21:49:00.001-05:002011-12-07T22:34:09.861-05:00Lactards vs The Goodie BagThere is a war going on people, one you may not even know about. &nbsp;Mothers beware. &nbsp;This<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj0UvG1pp-Y/TuAoRDQN6HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XUqDZ6L_IXo/s1600/IMAG0239-1+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj0UvG1pp-Y/TuAoRDQN6HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XUqDZ6L_IXo/s320/IMAG0239-1+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">is out to destroy your child's future.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What? &nbsp;You don't believe me? &nbsp;Well you are right, that little sample sized can of formula is not out to get you, but there is a movement to ban giving them out in the free bag you get in the hospital. &nbsp;I couldn't believe there was a whole movement full of people hell bent on telling you the right way to feed your kid! <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Before anyone jumps on me about feeling sad I didn't breastfeed my kids or that I feel guilty for choosing formula you can SUCK IT. &nbsp;I breastfed all 6 of my kiddos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;If you are given a free sample you will FAIL at breast feeding. &nbsp;You will succumb to it's sirens call in the middle of the night. &nbsp;You will give your baby 1 bottle and then it's over. &nbsp;You will never bring your baby to your breast again. &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok I'm done being sarcastic (for the most part). &nbsp;I would like to know why people in this movement are not looking for real ways to promote breastfeeding? &nbsp;Why are they not looking for ways to support mothers who would like to breastfeed? &nbsp;If you want more women to breastfeed, why not promote longer maternity leave? &nbsp;Heck let's make it paid leave while we're at it. &nbsp;How about beefing up the number of LC's? &nbsp;The question I would really like answered though is WHY DO YOU THINK WOMEN ARE SO WEAK? One more small question if you're out to ban the sample what are you saying to mothers who choose formula? &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't want to enter the whole breast milk vs formula debate. &nbsp;In my very humble opinion, one is definitely better than the other. &nbsp;And that is whatever works best for each family. &nbsp;End of story.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-486299019954895114?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-38622941585946081092011-12-06T19:41:00.001-05:002011-12-06T20:36:55.376-05:00I'm Big and Proud, But Don't You Dare Mention It!I'm Big! I'm Bold! I'm Beautiful! &nbsp;But don't you dare mention my size, in any way, ever period. &nbsp;Has anyone else noticed this attitude among us plus sized gals? &nbsp;We talk about how much we love who we are, how we look, how we feel, but if someone else says "Hey you sexy girl with the big booty" our heads snap around and we say "who the hell are you calling fat jerkface?" &nbsp;So which is it? &nbsp;We can't be proud and highly offended all at the same time. &nbsp;Being plus sized isn't bad, or good, it just is. <br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I've decided that I am embracing myself the way that I am sassy, sexy, smart and plus sized!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not saying it's all rainbows and unicorns either. &nbsp;There are health concerns to being a big gal. &nbsp;So when our doctors talk to us about diabetes, heart disease or high cholesterol we need to listen. &nbsp;We don't need to get huffy and offended. &nbsp;We need to put on our big girl panties and face life head on and boldly, the parts we love and the parts that we don't love so much!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What do you think, Loud and Proud or STFU?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-3862294158594608109?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-28702800796398991552011-12-03T11:00:00.000-05:002011-12-04T11:33:17.695-05:00Well It's a StartI wondered whether I should make my first post a little "about me" paragraph to get started or just jump right into some caffeine fueled sermon about something my crazy head cooked up. &nbsp;Seeing as most of the people reading this are going to be those who already know me and don't need to read my life story again I thought why not just jump into something. &nbsp;But then I think what if someone new reads this and has no clue where I'm coming from? &nbsp;So I waffled all day yesterday....Yeah I do that. &nbsp;*sigh*<br /><br /><br />Ten Things About Me<br /><br />1 &nbsp;I'm 31 years old. &nbsp;And sometimes I don't really feel like an adult yet.<br /><br />2 &nbsp;I have 6 kiddos, all boys, aged 7weeks - 12 years.<br /><br />3 &nbsp;I am a SAHM<br /><br />4 &nbsp;I love to read. &nbsp;I read all the time. &nbsp;I love everything from the teenage drivel that is Twilight to biographies on historical figures.<br /><br />5 &nbsp;I am terribly sarcastic<br /><br />6 &nbsp;I am taken care of by the most awesome of guys. &nbsp;I don't know what I would do without him.<br /><br />7 &nbsp;In my home I deal with severe Adhd, Autism, Asthma and learning disabilities everyday. &nbsp;(I wouldn't have it any other way either)<br /><br />8 &nbsp;I'm addicted to Pepsi.<br /><br />9 &nbsp;I love to coupon<br /><br />10 &nbsp;I hate extremists. &nbsp;On any subject<br /><br /><br />I want this to be a place I can write about the awesomeness and frustrations that come with being a plus sized Momma. &nbsp;I love having curves and being able to shop at Lane Bryant and Torrid. &nbsp;I get frustrated with the double chin and "helpful" diet suggestions. <br /><br />Next Blog Post : &nbsp;I'm Big and Proud, But Don't You Dare Mention It!<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-2870280079639899155?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647474911911126372.post-1327099027949772732011-12-01T10:39:00.001-05:002011-12-01T10:40:27.496-05:00Here We GoWell here we go! &nbsp;I am still trying to figure this whole thing out. &nbsp;Whew! &nbsp;First real post on Sunday I think! &nbsp;Yay<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647474911911126372-132709902794977273?l=www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. MPSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14836939309761284307noreply@blogger.com0