The New Definition of Ladies' Night...

There are all different types of ladies' nights:

- The first one you experience in middle school.  This involved a sleepover with movies, a game of truth or dare, boy talk, and usually someone ending up in tears.

- The next one you experience in high school.  This involved prank calls, "drive bys", caffeine, MTV, and boy talk. 


- Next comes ladies' night in college.  This usually involved hours of primping in front of the mirror, drink specials, lots of dancing more boy talk, and Taco Bell.

- The next one comes after you get married.  This involves dinner, wine-wine-and more wine, hours of catching up, husband talk, and us at the end of the night saying, "why don't we do this more often?"


- This weekend I experienced a different kind of ladies' night...a night all alone with my lil' ladies, Zoe, Roxie, and later my lil' sis, Ashley.  It was the first time I realized this was happening and how special it was.  A night full of baking, singing, dancing and giggling.  This quite possibly could be my favorite kind of ladies' night.  

Zoe and I in our matching aprons!

Zoe trying to keep Roxie busy.

Zoe mixing.

Flour nose.

She loved it.

Loving the rolling pin.

Cutting out our pumpkin cookies.

Time to frost.

 

Our spooktacular goodies.

No matter what type of ladies' night you are having, it always creates wonderful memories. 

Dear Mr. President.....

How many times have you sat on your couch yelling at the television, or spent some time complaining to a co-worker as to what you would do differently if you were in charge of your city, county, state or country? Probably at least a hundred times. Well, today I decided to do something about it, as I always say - you shouldn't complain unless you are willing to do something to change the situation.

Today on my day off I decided to write a letter to our president. Crazy, I know. I heard a while back that he reads ten letters each day. Now, I am skeptical that this really happens, but in my perfect world this is true.

The purpose of my letter was not to complain or place blame, but to paint a picture of an average, working, middle class American family. I have heard our president say that sometimes he feels he lives in a bubble. Well, today I decided to expand his bubble and share my family's story. Not to criticize him - as I feel so far he is doing good things, and there is only so much one person can do when parties won't come together - but just to share some of my family's thoughts and feelings.

I often complain about the state of our economy - no explanation needed here; our health care system - how it is sucking my family's will to live; and the quality of my child's eduction - lazy teachers should be let go, tenured or not, and great ones should be honored. So today, instead of keeping it inside I decided to write it down, place it in an envelope and mailed it to The White House.

Although I am sure my letter won't be one of the fifty selected next week, at least I feel I tried. I tried to share my thoughts. I tried offering some suggestions. I tried the best I could to help push/promote some positive change for us all.

If you feel the same way, below is the address. Share your feelings. Write a letter. Do something. Yes We Can!

President Barack Obama
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20500

Me with my letter. Moment of insanity? Only time will tell.