Jodi Michelle

Me vs. The Other Gym Patrons

I’m the girl working out at the gym with her ipod blaring so loudly that I can’t NOT help but share my workout playlist with the entire room of sweating, gasping women - with the TV blaring.

I can see you looking at me. I know it’s loud. I’m listening to it. I like blocking out the entire world around me so I don’t care if I’m the loudest breather and I don’t compare my speed to your awesomely tight legs RUNNING on the machine next to me. No, I like to listen to Fergie worrying about her London Bridge and Justin Timberlake being convinced he’s bringing Sexy Back all the while proving the Secret deoderant ads completely wrong. It is not strong enough for a man … it’s not even strong enough for me.

posted on January 31, 2007| 1:04 PM EST

It’s working

Jessica: “Daddy I pooped!”
Aaron: “Good Job!”

Jessica to me: “Mama, where’s daddy?”
Me: “He’s poopin’”

Jessica to Aaron: “Good Job Daddy!”

posted on January 28, 2007| 1:44 PM EST

Breaking out

Movie of Jessica. She’s very much the fashion police around here and today this is her claim to fame.

posted on January 27, 2007| 1:17 PM EST

Mama’s still got it

As I’m putting Jessica to bed this evening I’m singing to her, as usual, and she’s cuddling all up in my arms while stroking her ki-ki; she usually tucks one or both of her hands under her belly during all this as well but tonight I was wearing a lower cut shirt and she stuck her hand smack dab between the twins. And left it there. Like, mmm, this is warm.

posted on January 26, 2007| 8:21 PM EST

Video

Playing in the snow

posted on January 25, 2007| 5:44 PM EST