I feel pretty

A few weeks ago our MOPS group had a spa day. One of the options was a Mary Kay demonstration. I like Mary Kay products so I signed up for that session. Last week the lady that put the demonstration called me and asked if I would be interested in having her come over and give me a makeover. Nothing says afternoon fun like having someone come over and give you free samples of things to make you look beautiful. Carolyn is gone from 12-3 and Matthew is out of the house between 1-2 so that left one child here and he usually naps so I told her to come over this afternoon. After a 4 day weekend with the kids I was more than ready for a little "me" time. Of course Andrew decided to be a little turkey and not lay down for nap and instead fuss and cry half the time. Thankfully my person was also a mother of small children so this did not faze her. I had tried most of the products during the spa session but this gave me a chance to ask questons and really get a feel for what it was I was slathering all over my face and neck. I must say I was just as impressed the second time trying the stuff as I was the first. Most of what I tried was skin care with a small amount of make up thrown in for good measure. I ended up buying the microderm abrasion kit and the daily face care kit--oops hubby might be a little peeved--but I'm totally in love with the stuff. Maybe I'm still haunted by the ditzy Wal-Mart clerk who thought I was Andrew's grandma or maybe it's a mini mid-life crisis but I really would like to change the look up a bit from frumpy dumpy housewife and try to achieve the illusive "MILF" status. For those who don't know the term, go rent "American Pie" the movie. On Saturday I hit another milestone in my weight loss goal. I lost another 1 pound which brought my total up to 7 pounds which was 5% of my goal weight so I got another sticker. This one was bigger. I'm hoping that by springtime I'll be able to fit in my shorts and by this summer I'll actually want to be seen in public wearing a swim suit. Actually, I want new clothes for my birthday and need a good excuse to go shopping. On Sunday I had one of those "it can only happen to me" experiences. Hubby and Matthew went to the gun show so I took Andrew and Carolyn to Wal-Mart to buy cheap candy (day before V-Day $$$, day after $) and a few other needed things. As I was getting Andrew into his carseat, Carolyn took my cart and started pushing it away from the van and down the parking lot. In a mad dash attempt to head off certain disaster, I dropped my car keys on Andrew's lap and shut the door. Yes, that's right I shut the door and then ran over to catch the cart. I still have no idea what I was thinking. Well guess what a 2 year old does when given a key with pretty buttons to push. Yep, locked the van in no time flat. I'm so glad it was about 30 or so degrees out so I didn't have to worry about the poor kid baking himself to death. I'm now standing out in the parking lot trying to convince Andrew to hit the other button (unlock) and not the one he was hitting (lock). The lock button made the horn beep so that was the one he really liked. I'm sooo glad he didn't push the pretty red button (panic). A very nice lady walking by noticed my strange conversation with the van door and asked if I needed any help. Thankfully, I had my phone with me and not in the van like I usually do. I said no and then proceeded to call the loving husband who was not very amused with my plight. I don't think he thought it was very funny. Luckily for me Andrew finally hit the right button as I was on the phone so Carolyn and I didn't have to stand in the parking lot and wait for them to drive home and get the spare key (which I had in the pocket of my other jacket) and drive over to give it to me. Note to self, two year olds and van keys do not belong together at the same time.