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The Little Mermaid

Back when VCRs were the latest technology in your living room, my then 2-year-old son got his first VHS movie: The Little Mermaid.

I’m a sucker for any Disney movie that has singing but this one is STILL with me. And my “baby boy” will 21 in November!

So what is it about this movie?

Ariel and I have a lot in common. Red hair. Love to sing. Hidden treasures held and admired. A desire for legs instead of fins…okay, not really.

Sebastian the Crab. I love his Caribbean accent and the way he “bats his eyes…like this” and “puffs up his lips….like this” when he tries to show Ariel how to get Eric to fall for her.

Breaking out in song WHEREVER and WHENEVER the mood hits. “Under the Sea…” totally rocks and, hello…Up on the shore they work all day, out in the sun they slave away, while we devotin’ full time to floatin’, under the sea…they totally know how to chill AND party.

Prince Eric. He’s rich and handsome, he dresses well without being too metrosexual, he sails, and he fell in “love at first song” with little Miss Ariel. Dream boy? Oh yeah…

Scuttle. He’s the HILARIOUS seagull who makes up names like Dinglehopper and Snarfblatt for whos-its and whats-its galore…

And who can forget Ursula, the Sea Witch. That curvy broad rocked a black strapless dress and big hair like nobody’s business! Plus she had Flotsom and Jetsom to do all her dirty work while she sat around eating and drawing up spells to make “poor, unfortunate souls” thinner, more attractive and leggier. She was the “bad girl” you loved to hate.

Holly and Ant

Holly, 18, and Anthony, 2

All sarcasm aside, it takes me back to a time when it was just me and my son Anthony. I was a young mom/full-time college student/nearly full-time salesperson, and he was my sweet little boy. When I wasn’t studying or working, we would pop in this movie, snuggle on the couch and spout out every line and sing every song.

I no longer have a VCR, but I can’t part with Anthony’s tattered VHS “Little Mermaid” tape. The biggest “what is it about that movie?” is the sweet memory of sharing it with my son.


This post was inspired by MamaKat’s Writer’s Workshop and this prompt:

What was it about that movie? Describe a movie you once had memorized.

Mama's Losin' It


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It was July 2001, and I was 9 months pregnant. Due in just weeks, I was as big and round as a cage ball but not as much fun. 

When you’re 9 months pregnant, you shouldn’t do more than sit on the couch in an air-conditioned house and watch “A Baby Story” on TLC. That is unless you have and another child. Who plays baseball. Whom you’re reassuring will be loved and cherished the same even after his new baby brother/sister comes along. 

Therefore, I was 9 months pregnant and sitting on the sideline of a baseball field in July. Watching 11-year-old boys play what can be one of the slowest sports around. 

And the absolute WORST part was not the baseball or the heat. 

They only had porta-potties at the field. 

Inside view of a portable toilet.

Morning sickness ain't got NOTHING on what THIS can do to a pregnant lady!


Do you know what a porta-potty smells like in…July heat…to a pregnant woman who sense of smell is on steroids? 


And what pregnant woman do you know who doesn’t pee every 5 minutes? 

I feared going to the games because I knew exactly what would happen. I wouldn’t drink water, and then I would start having Braxton-Hicks contractions because I was dehydrated. Then I would drink so I didn’t go into early labor, and then I had to pee. 

All I wished for in those moments was a bathroom with toilets whose contents got flushed and not marinated in 90-degree temps. 

So I got resourceful like smart mommies do. I drove to a nearby McDonald’s and peed in their bathrooms. 

And sometimes I got fries with that. 

FOOTNOTE: I actually went into labor at my son’s final all-star baseball game – jumping up during his infield-fly catch. And I stuck it out ‘til the game ended without anyone except my hubby knowing that I was having contractions every 5 minutes. The next morning I had another boy, who still loves to hear the story of how his mommy went into labor at a baseball game! 


This post was inspired by MamaKat’s Writer’s Workshop and this prompt: 

What did you wish for most? Write about a time when it was just too hot.

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From the Writer’s Workshop at Mama’s Losin’ It…

THE PROMPT: What’s so good about it?  Write an interesting poem or piece of writing where the last two words of the writing are ‘good-bye’.

Forgive me Blog, For I Have Sinned

Hello Dear Blog…it’s been quite a while since we were…intimate.

See – I’ve been spending time with another woman…a Virtua Woman.

I gave her everything. Every thought. Every word. Every passion. My heart. My love. My life.

We spent every moment together. She filled my empty tank, and I gave her life and personality. Like all fabulous love affairs, it was heated and passionate, if only for a while.

I wouldn’t say it’s over. But it’s not what it was.

And now I’m here.

Begging for forgiveness.

Asking you to take me back.

To fill your spaces with my stories. MY STORIES.

I want to share my heart with you again. My love. My life. My passion.

It’s been months, but I need you to take me back.

This can’t be good-bye.

Mama's Losin' It

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