Real Vs. Fake

Every couple of years I pose the same question to myself, “Do I want to stay real or do I want to go fake?” I realize this is a very personal topic and that many people have very strong opinions either way. When I come to a crossroads in my life I generally have to talk it out and since we are all friends I feel I can talk to you about anything.

First of all I want to say I love real and have always endorsed real; it’s so beautiful and natural! But we all know that as time goes by real starts to droop and it can become a hassle to maintain. I’ve come to the age where I want everything to look perfect because, let’s face it, I’m shallow like that.

Growing up it was engrained in me to always stay real; my mother was very adamant about that. She swore she would always stay real but through the years several of her friends have gone fake and raved about it. Like most of us, she wanted to go a bit bigger so she did her research and decided it was time to take the plunge. That was over five years ago and she seems to be very happy with her decision. And I have to say I was impressed with the end result; very natural and just the perfect size!

I also have quite a few friends with fakes and they are so happy. I was actually astonished to hear that a few of my friends got theirs when they were either in school or straight out of college! Before having kids! That seems like such a waste if you ever plan on having kids since they pretty much destroy everything and let’s face it, after you have kids nothing ever goes back to the way it was, but I digress...

Once my friends heard I was thinking about it they gave me lots of advice and recommend several websites to visit, which leads me to another issue: cost. Going fake is so expensive! Seriously, this is not the time to bargain shop (and you know how I hate to pay full price for anything)! You want something that looks real and natural so you’re going to have to shell out the big bucks. A lot of places offer financing but I don’t feel right borrowing money for something like this. It’s so sacred to me and I feel that it would cheapen the experience for me.

I tried to talk to my hubby about it but he doesn’t really care one way or another and he pretty much told me to do what ever will make me happy. Well I know I have every right to be selfish about this because this is a big deal to me but I also want him to be happy too. This will be just as much for him as it is for me.

So my friends, it is now time for you to weigh in and I really want your honest opinions because they matter to me. Should I get a real tree or fake tree for Christmas this year?

Adios ya’ll!

The Working Mom apologizes.....

Dear reader,

I must first apologize to you for not keeping in touch. Just because I don’t always write to you doesn’t mean that I don’t care. It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve been busy and I haven’t had the time to devote to you that you need. I’ve missed you and I hope you’ve missed me. Can we give it another try? Yes? Good!

Well now that’s out of the way, I have another apology to make. I want to apologize because it seems that I’m a really huge wuss and a total backer-outer (for those who don’t know what a backer-outer is it is someone who backs out of things; i.e., me). I have said very loudly and to anyone that would listen that I am running a half-marathon on my birthday. I come before you today to beg your forgiveness because I am a liar. I’m a liar, a wuss, and a backer-outer. I am also very weak because after I attempted to run a 5K this weekend I realized there was no way in God’s green earth that I would survive 13.1 miles. In four weeks. For Pete’s sake, I couldn’t even run 3 miles! I was the very LAST runner to cross the finish line and that was after I got smoked by a 12 year old, a 75 year old, and a pancreatic cancer survivor. You think I’m kidding? Well I’m not. I was proud of myself that I finished but I am not naive enough to believe that I will be ready to run a half marathon in less than four weeks. So to make it official, I will not be running in a half marathon on my birthday.

I may be a liar, a wuss, and a backer-outer but I am not a quitter! I fully intend to keep running and will eventually conquer a half marathon. It’ll be sooner rather than later too because I’m going to defer my registration to next year’s marathon so I’d better get my rear in gear.

Phew! I’m glad I got that off my chest.

Adios ya’ll!

PS: I need to say a big thank you to the hubby because he has been nothing but supportive through this whole ordeal. He’s the one that always pushed me to go out and run even when I didn’t feel like it and never made me feel like I was inconveniencing him by leaving him to watch the kids while I went out for my run. Love you!