Fashion Forward.

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My margarita likes to play dress up…

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My son has a thing for chunky high heels…

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I love to rock the fedora…

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And jean jackets are still amazing.

Team Bronx Giveaway!

**THIS CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED!**

I am hosting a giveaway for the March of Dimes March for Babies!

The winner will receive a 8x8 custom Photobook from Shutterfly!

Here is how to win:

1) Make a secure donation online to Team Bronx for the March of Dimes March for Babies. You can donate @ www.marchforbabies.org/gizmobarbie.  Every dollar that you donate will give you one entry in the drawing for the prize.

2) Leave a comment on this post with your name,  an email (or some way to contact you) and the amount that you have donated.  I do receive donor information for my team directly from the March of Dimes, so if you didn't really donate you will not be entered in the drawing. This is a fundrasing giveaway!

3) Pass it on! Let everyone know about this great giveaway by posting this button on your page:


The giveaway will end at midnight on April 11th. The winner will be selected from a random drawing of all the entries. I will annouce the winner on this blog on April 12.

Good Luck, my Bloggy friends!

I'm special...and organized.


It was probably obvious, but I was in a bad mood when I sat down to write my last post. (I'm pretty dangerous with a keyboard when I'm angry). So, today it's time to get back to the happy. First, I'm proud to annouce that I have received my first BLOG AWARD ever thanks to my blogger buddy, Brittany @ Not Your Average Teen.


Here's how the Sunshine Award works:

** Put the logo on your blog or within your post.
** Pass the word to your nominated fellow bloggers.
** Link the nominees within your post.
** Link the person from whom you received this award.


Okay, so now let me share the bloggy love:

Ashley      @  Nolan's Story
Katy         @  K-K-K-Katy
"Lolli"       @  Lollipop & Pearls
Cath1990  @ The Here And The Now

In other news, things here have been awfully busy. I have been "spring" cleaning my basement and I had every intention of posting about it so I could inspire others to tackle their clutter. But, I forgot to take a "before" picture. Without that, the aftermath isn't quite as impressive. And, it's still not completely finished.  So, I am going to use my artistic license here and throw in a substitute "before" photo so you can get the general idea:

Yep, it was kind of like that. Except, if you turned on the lights, you'd think you were in an episode of
A&E's Hoarders

Now, for the after pictures:

I went label-making crazy. And I love it.

I should probably get off the computer now, and get back to organizing the rest of the mess that's left down in that dungeon. By the way, kudos to my amazing mother for coming in from out of town to help me with that beast of a home-cleaning project.

It'd better stay clean. I'm never doing THAT again.

This planet would be great, if it weren't for all the stupid humans.

If you haven't guessed already, I'm not a big fan of people. Don't take this the wrong way. I am, like the rest of mankind, a biologically social creature. And on an individual, case-by-case basis, I have been known to like a person or two. Heck, there are even some I actually love.

So why am I such an overall homosapien hater? Ah, let me count the reasons why the general population annoys me.



1. They can't just mind their own beeswax. If they could, I'd never have to hear about how "full" my hands are. Oh, wait. I think I wrote a post already about how much crap I have to endure from total strangers when I am out in public. It's insulting. What's even worse, is that I actually got a comment from a reader on that post, trying to put me in my place. Well, here's the thing. This is my blog, and I'll bitch about whatever topic of my choosing on here. If you don't like it - then write your own post about it on your own blog. That said, feel free to leave any comment you wish on any of my posts, (Being an ex-journalist, I would never advocate censorship) just don't be surprised if I talk about your asinine comments in a subsequent post.

2. Hollywood.  Our culture has become obsessed with celebrities in a way that I will never understand. What's even more puzzling is how some of these people even got to be celebrities in the first place. Some people get their own reality show just because they like to make lots of babies. Others just look pretty and act stupid. The talent pool has been dry for quite some time, so we're stuck with Jon & Kate, Heidi & Spencer and those losers from the Jersey Shore. Even screenwriters are tapped out of original concepts, so the theaters are showing remakes of movies that shouldn't have been made the first time around. And these people make obscene amounts of money for their worthless contributions to society, while school teachers live paycheck to paycheck.

This is why turning my television into a fish tank isn't sounding like such a bad idea anymore.

3. Everything else. It really is the little things that irrate me, like the time I was 8 months pregnant and no one would offer me their seat on a crowded city bus, or the fast-food employees that can never get my order right.  Hell, it even bothers me when people can't write in correct English on Facebook. This list could go on forever. But, I don't have that kind of time. People that do have that kind of time annoy me too.

It may seem that in my mad ravings about how much I despise humanity, I have forgotten that there are some decent human beings left. I haven't. Thank goodness that there are some of you still out there.

A Princess Pedigree



As an (openly obvious, somewhat desperate, but admittedly fun) attempt to attract more readers to this blog that I lovingly slave over in my passion as a writer/ex-journalist, I have joined dear Abigail's Blog Parade. I know I am a little late getting my post up about this, and no offense to the questions provided, but Q & A isn't really my style. I decided to do the alternative, and just randomly babble a little about me ~ The Suburban Princess.

  • I started this blog almost a year ago to create a little online journal of sorts about my last, somewhat turbulent pregnancy. It has slowly taken on a life of it's own and evolved into so much more.

  • I am a stay-at-home mom to two boys, ages 2 and 6 months. And I still have baby fever. Apparently, someone forgot to give my ovaries a cold washcloth and some Tylenol.

  • I really was a journalist, way back when. I always knew that what I really wanted was to be a freelance author, but a journalism degree and newspaper job seemed like the more practical route. The before-mentioned degree now sits on the shelf collecting dust while my student loans rack up intrest like Tiger Woods racks up potential mistresses. (Oh, woops. Too soon?)

  • I have an obsession with Phil Collins that dates back 26 years. And I will never apologize for it. If you ever get stuck riding somewhere with me in my "not-even-close to a soccer mom" van, expect that you will have to hear a Phil or Genesis tune at some point during the ride. And deal with it.

  • I was once scouted by a Disney employee to become a "Tinkerbell" at the theme park in Orlando. My fear of heights prevented me from exploring that career option any further.

  • Finally, while we're on the topic of mouse ears, I'd like to add that my husband and I went to Disney World on our honeymoon. It really is The Happiest Place on Earth. No lie.

You can borrow my oven, but I'm keeping the buns.

If you are not a stay-at-home mom like myself, I am sure you envision my daily activities like I used to before I took this job. I think it went something like this: I wake up well-rested after a blissful night's sleep, then I shower and put on my best June Cleaver dress and matching pumps and go to the bathroom mirror to carefully apply my lipstick. Then I kiss the devoted husband goodbye as he leaves for work and spend the rest of the day playing with kids while effortlessly keeping the house spotless. And let's not forget the part where the kids take long naps without protest so I can rest on the sofa for a few hours and watch Oprah while mindlessly eating a stockpile of bonbons - without gaining a single pound.

Now, let's sit down my imaginary glass of fine wine and get back to reality. A reality of sweatpants, spit-up and seven days worth of dirty laundry. And forget the Oprah.


Although, sometimes I do get to watch a few segments of the Dr. Phil show on the DVR. And alas, now I can finally get to the essence of this post's title.

Dr. Phil had an episode last week about a woman in Michigan who had acted as a surrogate for a childless couple. She underwent IVF and became pregnant with a set of twins from a donor egg and sperm. After the children were born, she initally gave the babies to the intended parents, but then decided to take them back after learning about the intended mother's unspecified mental illness during a court hearing.

This whole thing is insane to me. First of all, I don't think this woman was qualified to determine if the intended mother was mentally fit to be a parent or not. Second, if you watch the show (this surrogate actually was on two times) the excuses this woman gives for keeping the children are a little weak and self-serving. However, because Michigan does not recognize surrogacy, they determind that because the surrogate birthed them, she has the right to keep them.

Here's the part that really gets me, the surrogate has said that she has no intention of paying the couple back for all the expenses they covered to provide the donor egg and sperm, the IVF treatment, and so forth. I don't know what the going rate is for donor DNA these days, but I do know that IVF alone is in the $10-$12,000 range and that's not even calculating in the medications that are required. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? I hope that the couple sues her for all that money back. It's bad enough that she is keeping these babies - but let's give her the benefit of the doubt - and say that the intended parents are horrible people who should not be raising children. You still can't expect to have a free pregnancy engineered and maintained for you on someone else's dime. Unless, maybe you're the Octomom. Ugh, don't even get me started on that one.

At least most of the surrogates out there follow through and give childless couples their dream. It's an amazing thing.

I could never be a surrogate.
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