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How I Fell In Love With A Honda Odyssey

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This is a sponsored post. Honda was AWESOME enough to let me borrow an Odyssey from their Alabama plant to lug around all my extra kids last week. I was not paid for this post but recieved the use of the van at no charge to myself. Which obviously– was awesome.

It’s time for a new car. I have loved, loved, LOVED my Toyota Highlander. So much so, that I was planning on getting a newer one with a third row of seats so I could haul all of my kids, run carpool, go to the grocery store and all that other glamorous stuff that I normally do.

That was my plan– before I met Honda’s Social Media Director, Alicia, at Mom 2.0. I missed the session she was teaching because my session ran simultaneously but I introduced myself to her later and mentioned that I was looking for a new car. She said if I was ever in a large city and wanted to test drive an Odyssey or a Pilot to let her know.

Only a few weeks later, I found myself in Birmingham, surrounded by my nieces and nephews and I realized that my mother and I were going to have to take two cars everywhere we went, so I emailed Alicia. There wasn’t a fleet of cars nearby but the Honda Odyssey plant just happens to be located in Lincoln, AL, only 40 minutes away. Ted, Manager of Corporate Affairs, brought me an Odyssey a few days later and spent about 20 minutes with me showing me all the bells and whistles: all FIFTEEN cupholders(!!!), how to fold the third row into the floor (you can do it with one hand and a baby on your hip, by simply pulling on a strap),the navigation system, the FOUR different ways to open and close the doors. I was impressed.

But I didn’t fall in love with the Odyssey until I loaded five kids into the car. They were all comfortable and magically– not touching each other, AND everybody’s sippy cup or water bottle had its own little home. The girls in the way back could easily flip the second row seat forward to get in and out. I was twitterpated.

How I Fell In Love With a Honda Odyssey

How I Fell In Love With a Honda Odyssey

REAL TALK

When I initially got the van I knew it would be a great car, but I wanted to stick with what I knew. I loved my Highlander, it just wasn’t big enough anymore, and also… (confession time) I DIDN’T WANT TO DRIVE A MINIVAN!!

Why??

1) Um. Well… When I was teenager, ya know– back before I HAD kids? I swore I would never drive a minivan. So there’s that.

2) Also? Uhhhhh, it was a minivan and obviously I am so much cooler than that. (It is sad to say that this really is the breakdown of my thought process.)

3) IN ADDITION, it was a MINIVAN and I am Robin O’Bryant and I don’t “DO” minivans because apparently my teenager street cred was more important to me than my mommy street cred.

WHAT I REALIZED

It’s sort of like my yoga pants… (Am I about to make a yoga pants/life/minivan analogy?? Yes. Yes,I am.)

I want to wear my yoga pants all of the time. They are comfortable, versatile and get the job done. If I see you at the girls’ school and you are dressed up all cute, I’ll notice. I may even say, “Hey! Lookin’ good Momma!”

But don’t you think, for ONE FLIPPING SECOND, that I wish I was wearing underwire and makeup– ‘cuz that took some work and I know you aren’t as comfortable as I am.

In fact, I know that as soon as you get home, the first thing you are going to do is slide your bra out the sleeve of your shirt then go put on your yoga pants– but here’s the thing: I’M ALREADY WEARING MINE!

I want to wear my yoga pants all the time.
Physically and metaphysically.

And in the same manner, I want to drive a Honda Odyssey. It is the perfect car, and I may have cried a little when I drove away from it.

Then I may have put some pics in a music montage…

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How do you feel about “minivans”? Why? What’s your perfect “Mommy Ride”?

 

 

 

 

How Obagi Changed My Skin #ad #vlog

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This is one of those sponsored posts I was telling you about. I didn’t get paid to write this post but I was given free products by Obagi for review. They gave me a whole bunch of their products, believing that I would love their stuff. They were right! 

All the crap I bought in the last 18 months that did NURN.

All the crap I bought in the last 18 months that did NURN.

I’ve never been one to spend “big money” on face wash and moisturizer… so basically instead of buying something that actually worked, I spent $8 and $10 on a TON of stuff did that did nothing. Nada. Zip– I take that back, all that stuff did take my makeup off but that was about it.

I started using Obagi a little over a month ago. And I’m going to be honest– cause that’s what I do— about eight days in, my face broke out worse than it ever has in my life. Fo realz. It was like Connect-The-Dots all up ON my face. But I had been warned by my peeps at Obagi, as well as my peeps at Park Avenue Med Spa, that this would happen and to keep using the product. So I did, and about two weeks ago I started getting comments from people about my skin– starting with Aubrey, my eight-year-old, “Momma, I think that stuff is REALLY helping with your dots!”

Preach, preacha.

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My yoga instructor, Mommy friends and other miscellaneous peeps have asked me if my makeup is different, and told me that my face looked amazing… which OBVIOUSLY, was pretty easy to hear.

Zebulicious and I have been on opposite travel schedules for about two weeks and when we finally saw each other, I was passed out on his parent’s couch, recovering from going from California to Mississippi to Alabama to North Carolina back to Alabama,  in less than two weeks. I was forcing him to scratch my back and other super not sexy-ish things and as he brushed my hair off my face, he said, “Your face feels different. I guess that stuff did help, huh?”

“You think??” I asked sarcastically from my prone position on the couch, “I’m RADIANT, dammit.”

And I am. Really.

I love Obagi. Love it. Love it. Love it. It is the only skin care product I’ve ever used that had results so drastic that other people took notice– hell, it’s the only product I’ve ever used that had results that I noticed!!

Before I started using Obagi, my skin was really dry and not necessarily prone to break outs but when I look at pictures I can see that my skin looked dull and dry and my fine lines were more noticeable. Not anymore Boos, I’m radiant. Just like Wilbur in Charlotte’s Web… minus the barnyard animals.

Radiant, dammit.

Radiant, dammit.

This is a sponsored post. Obagi gave me several of their fantabulous products in exchange for my thoughts– wasn’t that NICE of them?? 

Obagi Changed My Skin

Obagi Changed My Skin

My Two Year Old is a Genius

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Really. Somebody call Harvard. She’s totally ready for Med School. She’s not completely potty trained yet. But y’all. It’s HARD to not pee in your sleep.

Her Daddy likes to tell them the names of all their bones at bath time. Instead of, “Wash your leg.” He says, “Don’t forget your femur.”

So the other day Sadie just randomly busted out with, “Inna gonna hold Baby Biolet (Her cousin, Violet) and put her wight up on my cwabicle.”

NATCH, I had to grab the camera. Then she got all sassy and wouldn’t repeat herself.

I love how her response to, “I love you” was, “Good.”

Smug little booger.

And speaking of boogers, last night I made her blow her nose a bunch of times and said, “There we go. We finally got it.”

She stuck her finger up her nose to her second knuckle and said, “I pound my snot Momma.”

POUNDSIGN: Doogie Howser bettah watch his back, yo.

Emma Sings: Ke$ha

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*Zebulicious, my baby daddy, would like it duly noted that our five-year-old knows the KIDZ BOP versions of these songs and is not listening to explicit lyrics.

Emma says she wants to be a rock star. Right now I’m just praying that Taylor Swift will be her biggest musical influence.

And to further illustrate that we are not, in fact, raisin’ our chirrens to be complete heathens, please take a minute to listen to Emma’s first original song she wrote for God…

Remember, the pahtee don’t staht til she walks in and God is bigger than a whale AND a teenager and no one is in charge of him.

Selah.