The Italian Club

 I am setting another goal for myself: speaking Italian. I really feel I was meant to be Italian. I want to be Italian. So, to really delude myself into thinking that this is my reality I am going to learn the language. I was mentioning this last night, to The Manny's half-Italian girlfriend Dayna (who doesn't like tomatoes? huh?), she thinks it is a great idea to learn the language too. She even mentioned we could go to her Nonna's house for lunch!

With that, I decided instead of a book club, I am starting an Italian club. We will meet once a month and quiz each other on our knowledge of the language.  We will also drink Italian wines (naturally)  and eat the cuisine. I already know "ciao bella", so I'm on my way. I'm very excited about this, obviously once I can say "can I have more wine please", I will need to take a trip there and practice saying it.

I'm going to be studying this map over the weekend. I need to familiarize myself with all the major cities, etc.

 Cin, cin

L

Seven different kinds of Leigh

I was talking to Wizzy the other night about our television appearance. I'm always surprised at how amped up I seem and the plethora of facial expressions I utilize. To sum it up, it's embarrassing. Wizz pointed out that that is basically what I am like in real life so I should just deal with it. Fine. What I found confusing is how it would appear from our television spots that I am more "spazy" than Leigh.

Follows is our discussion:

Wizz: Leigh is definitely more calm on t.v. I actually don't know t.v. Leigh.

Me: I know. Isn't it funny that I am more excitable and she is more reserved?

Wizzy: There are actually a lot of different Leighs. There is fake-laugh Leigh, "don't talk to me right now" Leigh, spastic Leigh, "I can't make a fist" Leigh (this Leigh is so tired and exhausted she can't even make a fist and needs everyone to do things for her), idiot Leigh, absent-minded Leigh a.k.a where are my children Leigh, fashion Leigh, breaking news Leigh (Leigh loves breaking stories. Wizzy will never let go the morning she woke us up at 5 am to tell us "Britney Spears had a baby boy").

Me: Well, she is a Gemini, they have two sides, right?

Wizz: I actually think I like t.v. Leigh. If t.v. Leigh showed up more in her daily life, the Combrinks might have a fighting chance.

I informed Leigh of our conversation and also of the fact that I one hundred percent consider Leigh to be more high-energy than I am. She categorically disagreed. To be fair I told her I would take it to the polls and let the people decide. If you have met us in person, tell me, who is more of a spaz, me or Leigh?

Come on people, I have a lot riding on this.

M.

Dear Husband

It has been awhile since I have written, I didn't want you to think I had given up on you entirely. I was trying to ignore all the shit you do that annoys me; I was attempting to laugh at everything, or scowl behind your back, but now that golf season is upon us, I feel it is in your best interests to hear me out.

 I hear you say a lot "Leigh, I just want to relax, and chill for a bit". Oh, you do? I don't. I love running around all day, including the weekends. I especially love when I go visit my grandmother, or go to a baby shower, and you count that as a day to myself.

I have come to accept that when you parent, solo, nothing in the house will get done. This realization is massive for me, and I'm going out later today to buy myself something to celebrate this break through.

I want to relax as well, the thing is we have three girls who are almost 5 (her birthday is June 8), a three-year old, and one-year old. Relaxing for us means sitting on a park bench while they play (if they don't ask you to play tag with them). Another example is not having to bathe them, and putting them in front of the t.v so that you can put laundry away.

Sitting down, during the day simply isn't an option. Putting the golf on and expecting quiet is so ludicrous I don't know what to say (the word stupid keeps popping into my mind).

And finally, the last minute "oh babe, I forget to mention I'm golfing later today" is totally fine with me. As you know, I am a bean-counter. Fair is fair. You have your games, I have mine. I'm forgetful too. I'm going to Pennsylvania in June to shop....I told you right?

Always your loving wife,

L

Vanilla Ice, ice, baby....

Well Hello there. Today Leigh and I were asked to be back on The Morning Show. Imagine how delighted we were when Vanilla Ice walked in.

It only seemed right to have our photo taken with him. He was very nice; seemingly quite down to earth. I did not however bust out my running man, which I really wanted to do. We did get in trouble from the producers for being too loud. What can I say, we were hanging with a rock star, of course things are going to get out of hand. Leigh did such a fine job at making a lasting impression. She was carrying on, laughing and knocked my tea over, flooding the coffee table with it. All in all, a really great way to start out the week.

Let's try that again:

Not the best photos, but how many times can you try?

Here is something that is really good. I would like to dedicate it to the Manny:

 M.

Mother vs Mother

 I loved Scarymommy.com's response to the TIME cover:

Amazing isn't it? That we still want to freak out over who breastfeeds, who doesn't. Who's working, who's not. What a luxurious debate.  It is. Little girls are being raped, mothers can't feed their children and we're having a shit fit over an almost four year breastfeeding? Like gay marriage, breastfeeding doesn't hurt anyone. Can we please, please stop with this kak. Let's figure out how to get rid of cellulite and hairy nipples.

It's Mother's Day Off on Sunday. I was really inspired my Meg's post yesterday. I would love to spend some time alone, relaxing. I also want fuller-lips. It would be nice if the kids bought this item below, I could sit in my room on Sunday seeing if it works. I am seriously considering Juvederm-maybe this contraption is the answer:

 I think the whole day has lost it's focus, a lot like me.

L.