Hello I'am Meggan Welcome to my website.
Happy New Year
Ettore: “Sweetheart, for your New Year’s resolution….I have a list of things for you to work on.”
Meggan: “Is one of them, figure out how to divorce your husband?”
Ettore: “No.”
Meggan: “Then keep the list to yourself.”
Ettore: “I love you.”
Meggan: “I love you too.”
I’m Baaaaack…
Smile For The Camera
I have been gone, in more ways than one in the last month. Where to start…I really don’t know. All I know is that I am back. My computer took a big crap, right along with the puppy and the baby, and I have been out of commission waaay too long. I tried reasoning with the computer, I put my computer on a “time out”, I tried to ignore the problems my computer was having, I even tried bribing my computer with expensive software all to no avail. I didn’t want to admit that I had to figure out how to send my computer back to HP, I didn’t want to be without my computer, I DIDN’T WANT TO DEAL WITH IT!!!
I buried my head in the sand and just ignored it, hoping like my mommy belly tire, that the computer problems would just magically go away. My belly is still here and until last week so was my computer. In the meantime I slipped farther and farther away from my writing. I didn’t feel like sharing, I didn’t feel the least bit amusing or even mildly witty, and I couldn’t think of anything to say even though plenty was a happenin’. For instance, we got a poop factory of a puppy, Benny. That right there could fill a months worth of blog entires. The daily “guess where the dog pooped now posts, would of kept me laughing for weeks. Meggansamom.com also celebrated it’s first anniversary, Thanksgiving came with it’s hilarity, and now we are heading into Christmas and like any blended family, there are funny lumps in the batter that are blog worthy.
I just sat and quietly stewed in my unfunny soup all by myself, frustrated and in denial. Finally I relented, and GASP asked for help. My stepson Harrison helped me navigate HP rather seamlessy and Justin, a faboo of a computer technician, has mended all the gaps in the computer, backed everything up, and with a reassuring “you can do it” put me right back in the computer world and blog a way I go.
SOOOO, It’s is Christmas and the triple F’s (forced family functions) are in full bloom. I love it though. I love the holidays and all their madness. I love the lights and that people make extra efforts to make it all pretty. Reilly and I put up lights on the outside of the house (in the rain) and no one cried or had to go to the hospital, we got a Christmas tree and again, no one cried or had to go to the hospital, and I am braving the stores and so far have not cried or sent someone to the hospital. I will be catching up on all the missed Ravazzolo activities.
MUCH LOVE and appreciation from me as we navigate our way to 2010.
M
Vroom Vroom….
A traffic jam…toddler style. I lived in Los Angeles for five years and I know from traffic jams! They never made me smile though, like this toddler traffic jam. Lucas loves to line all his “wheels” up. At 22 months he is already more organized than I will ever be.
M
A new take on MILF
We have all heard the term MILF. Mom I’d Like to F**k. What about stepmoms? Are hot stepmoms a SMILF? I thought of that the other and I burst out laughing at the term…SMILF. I have to admit the whole sexy Mom to teenage sons creeps me out!! I like to be attractive, just not to my stepsons and their friends. To my stepsons I would rather be a:
SMILHWD…Stepmom I’d Like to Help With The Dishes
SMILNMWDS…Stepmom I’d Like to Not Make Worry and Drive Safely
SMILSMGG…Stepmom I’d Like to Show My Good Grades
SMILIBCMORWHBA…Stepmom I’d Like to Impress By Cleaning My Own Room Without Having to Be Asked
Now that sounds exciting!
There Was An Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe…
WAIT!! Hold on a moment while I compose myself. Has anyone seen the tissues? I think I am tearing up. What you are looking at is a picture of an actual bathtub….a beautiful high heel bathtub. SWOON. The tubs are designed in Italy by Sicis, www.sicis.com
I love a bath and I love a high heel.
My 3 inch heels pale in comparison to the 5 foot platform heel on these tubs. Just think these tubs won’t make your feet hurt or give you corns and varicose veins. Mama want. Calgon can take you away in this tub for roughly $25,000.
Just imagine, I can look JUST like the woman in the photo above, relaxed and looking out over the Mediterranean Sea at her THREE boys playing calming below in the sand. Three boys who would never dream of disturbing her in her high heel bathtub heaven to tell her both the new puppy and the baby just pooped on the couch, or that they are starving even though they just ate the equivalent of a Honda Accord ten minutes earlier, or that they think someone something smells dead in the reclusive and mysterious neighbor’s backyard. No, in my high heel bathtub heaven everyone (including me) is calm, quiet, clean, and covered in porcelain and rhinestones.
Hold on to your panties, here comes a pic of a tub in pink. I am an old lady and this is a shoe I could definitely live in!
Kid Quotables
In the car after buying my nephew an electric guitar…
Jordan: ”Auntie Meggan, my electric guitar wasn’t made in China…the sticker says HAND CRAFTED IN CHINA.”
Thank You Jean Runyon
My friend just died. She was 82 and she was everybody’s friend, or I should say everybody wanted to be her friend.
The legendary Jean Runyon.
Jean was a powerful woman with a resume and charm that was envied. Accomplished actress, founder of powerful public relations firm, philanthropist, mentor, woman of the year, businesswoman on the year… and the list goes on. The City of Sacramento even named a theater after Jean, The Jean Runyon Theater.
Jean was intelligent, lovable, generous, shrewd, calculating, successful, funny, and deadly serious. Behind her “Carol Channing” funny lady was a brain and wit that could stop you in your tracks.
She owned a painting by Picasso and displayed it next to a painting by her grandson. Jean made me smile when she would shrug and with a wink say she couldn’t tell the difference between the two (often neither could her guests). They both were priceless to her. Point made.
I had the privilege to know Jean in the final years of her life. She adored my husband Ettore, and through Ettore and our good friend Eric, I got to know Jean in the last years of her life.
Despite being in her 80’s and in frail health, Jean came to see me in the play The Vagina Monologues. She didn’t mind the sirens outside the theater, the dingy seating, or my bad New Jersey accent. She laughed at my jokes, cried at the end, clapped the loudest, and took me for champagne afterwords praising everything about my performance. Jean was always encouraging me to continue in the arts and was delighted when I started this blog. Every time I went to see her she asked how my website was going.
About 6 months ago when I went to visit Jean I asked her for a piece of advice. I had contacted a cosmetics company that I liked in New York called ELF Cosmetics inquiring if they could use a mommy perspective on their cosmetics blog. ELF wrote back and said they were interested in my writing and they wanted my best writing sample, hence my dilemma. My best writing sample happened to be a humorous story about my battered vagina after childbirth and post-birth vagina surgery. Doesn’t exactly make you want to jump up and buy lipstick, or jump up at all really.
I went to Jean seeking clarity on what direction to take. Send a cosmetics company a writing sample about my “down there parts” or send them something less risque and watered down, but most likely more appropriate for a cosmetics website.
Jean was clear in her answer.
She said, “Never live in fear. Go big. Never compromise your voice…AND IF THEY DON’T LIKE YOUR VAGINA…THEN SCREW THEM! You don’t want to write for them!”
Got it. I went home and I followed Jean’s advice. I sent ELF my funny story about my beat-up, tore up from the floor up, sewed up vagina….AND THEY LOVED IT!
That post got the ball rolling. In addition to writing for ELF cosmetics, I now also write for Safeway, momversation.com, and aiminglow.com…and more to come…never once changing a word. My site continues to grow and I will always remember the words of advice Jean gave me and I took to heart…her vagina version of be true to you. It is good advice for us all, even if you never pushed out a 9lb. 11oz. baby, wrote a story about it and then sent that story to a cosmetics company in New York.
THANK YOU JEAN RUNYON, for believing in me, my vagina, my voice.
I’ll never forget you honey.
Love,
M
Quiet Time
Ettore just got these wireless headphones for when he watches television. He lovingly told me that the headphones would benefit the FAMILY because this way we won’t be disturbed by the television.
I actually think they benefit Ettore so he won’t be disturbed BY THE FAMILY when he is watching television.
I swear I am going to catch him wearing those and the T.V. won’t even be on. Ettore probably stole those headphones off a guy directing planes in at the airport.
Yes, we are that loud.
Spanx That Ass
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“I haven’t left the house without Lycra on these thighs since I was fourteen.”
- Truvy from Steel Magnolias played by Dolly Parton.
I am in LOVE. A heated, passionate, public display of affection, hold me in right all night love affair with my Spanx Body Shaper.
I was a body shaper virgin before I Spanxed for the first time. I was preparing for a friend’s wedding and I looked more like the sausage of honor than the maid of honor. I took myself to Nordstrom and shyly asked the sales associate to help me and to be gentle. Would wearing a shaper hurt anything besides my ego? Would I feel different…more like a woman? Would people be able to tell just by looking at me that I had “done it” and bought and wore a body shaper? Like any virgin I needed a tender touch, some patience, and someone to go slow and make me feel comfortable.
The sales associate quickly dispelled any fears and fit me with the amaze-balls Higher Power Spanx Shaper that held it all in from below my breast bone to my mid thigh. Without being squeezed in and uncomfortable I looked like I lost 10 pounds and felt amazing. My muffin top had finally met it’s match! Spanx work great for us Moms too, as it holds in and smooths down the post-pregnancy belly.
There are also so many Spanx shapers and options to choose from AND Spanx has also come out with a budget friendly line of shapers called Assets. I am singing Spanx praises from the mountain tops and so are a lot of other women. Seems like wherever I go, ladies are proudly displaying their Spanx shapers. I was married in Spanx, I wear Spanx with jeans and this weekend I have a high school reunion, so you know Mama went and bought herself a brand new pair. I love them.
With Spanx you are ready for the party and when you wear Spanx you feel like you are having a party in your pants. www.spanx.com
*I did not receive a product sample or compensation for this post. The views and opinions expressed here are my own.
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