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Friday, February 18, 2011

Fantastic Friday Five #4


It’s Friday! Pour yourself a grown-up drink and proceed with the happy dances. Also, sit back, relax, and join me for this week’s Fantastic Friday Five.
1.) In this day and age, I’m not what anyone would consider a “techy”. Normally, my cell phone is the freebie that you get each time you upgrade and nothing more. BUT…this time I decided to join the rest of the world and find out what the hell is so fabulous about having all that crap on your phone. Last night, I got an Evo Shift and I have no freaking clue what the hell I am doing. There are apps for everything. Need to know how to wipe your ass? There’s an app for that. Need to break up with your boyfriend? There’s an app for that. Need a hit man? Apparently, there is an app for that too. Is there an app that teaches me how to use these apps? Just wondering…
2.) My daughter has been busting her tail selling Girl Scout cookies. She has sold nearly 200 boxes. Her goal this year is 600. The first day I took her out her hair was in pigtails. Now she is convinced that the pigtails are what is selling her cookies. So she asks for me to put her hair up each time I take her out to sell. She went to one house and she asked the man that answered the door if he wanted to buy cookies and he declined. She turned to me and said, “I KNEW he was going to tell me ‘NO’.” The guy ended up buying 8 boxes. Part of me wanted to give her a fist bump but I didn’t want her to think guilt was the appropriate way to reach her goal although it was obviously effective.
3.) My husband made a HUGE mistake. Never, EVER, tell a woman to purchase clothes and shoes for herself and add “I don’t care what it costs.” I don’t feel bad, though. I rarely shop for myself so this was quite a treat and since he is coming home in a couple of weeks it will be a nice treat for him as well. See? I’m not selfish. This benefits both of us since it stands to reason that the happier I am the happier I’ll be able to make him. Logic…plain and simple.
4.) Gas is effing expensive! I know I don’t need to say it but it’s true. I put $25.00 bucks in my truck the other day and I didn’t even get a half of tank. Today, I noticed regular unleaded was $3.08. This is not a good sign for summer.

5.) Lastly, I’ve been wondering…where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? She owes me money.

Well, another week down and another week closer to seeing my husband. Yay! More to come soon…


Thursday, August 26, 2010

Ice Cream, Used Clothes, & Migraines...OH MY!

Today I took my daughter to an ice cream social to re-register her for another year of Girl Scouts.  Before leaving, we invited the guys to come with us to enjoy the creamy delights which they declined because Call of Duty is much more important.
Anyway, this year she is a Brownie and she is super stoked!  I mean, c'mon, FREE ice cream BEFORE dinner.  Who could resist that??? 

So, I asked her if she wanted a vest like her Daisy vest from last year or if she would prefer a sash.  She looked at me quizzically and asked what the heck was a sash.  First thing that comes to mind to describe one to a seven year old was to say it's like the piece of material that Ms. America wears.  Almost before I could finish, she was like, "Oh yeah, Mom, I want THAT!" 

There is a pint size diva hidden in my daughter and I don't know if I like it sometimes.

Afterwards, we made a stop at Goodwill.  I swear, you would have thought I took the child to Sax Fifth Avenue the way she browsed the clothes informing me how "fabulous" everything was. 

As I looked over the racks of used treasures, my daughter would pull shirts off the hangers and thrust them forward just to inform that "THIS shirt, mom, is sparkly and that is just awesome!"

She had a hard time deciding what to get.  She wanted EVERYTHING!  She wanted shoes.  She wanted skirts.  She wanted...she wanted...good thing we were in a thrift store.

After returning to our home, my daughter paraded in with her bag of goodies.  She then preceded to rub it in my son's face that SHE had ice cream and went shopiiiiiing which, of course, led to bickering between them and all I got was this lousy migraine.  So until bedtime, I had the pleasure of hearing how unfair life is from my son over and over again ad nauseam.  Lucky me!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Back To School Bliss

Ten more days until school starts! *shimmy shimmy happy dance*


I’ve grown tired listening to arguments between the children. One of the latest went something like this:

My son kicks my daughter in the butt. “Your butt jiggles.” he says.

“Your butt is stupid!” yells my daughter.

“Your face!”

“I hate your face!” she screams like a banshee and slams her bedroom door in his face.

It’s little love filled interactions like these that make up my day. Can’t you just feel the love? Periodically, I have to check eBay and Craigslist just to check to make sure neither of them put the other up for sale. On the upside, they’ll have many humorous stories to tell at family get-togethers once they are grown and out of my house. *Remember that time when you…* Ah, good times!  Good times!

On a lighter note, I have finished all of the back to school clothes shopping for the kids. They will be styling and profiling! Check them out!

Her most favorite shirt
Every little girl loves Hannah!
Skinny-mini in her skinny jeans.
Pinky

Typical girl...love, love, LOVES trying on clothes

She's a little diva!

Always striking a pose!

Pure cuteness

The boy is ready to get some school on!
The jeans were too tight so he was sucking in his gut.
I just don't ask anymore...
His John Cena move...
What can I say?  The boy is special.
Don't tell him I told you but he enjoyed trying on clothes too.

He knows he's cute.



As you can see my babies, errr, big kids...are ready to start another year of school.  But no one in our house is more excited than me.  Hell, I'll be like the Home Alone kid once they leave on the first day.  I may even run around naked!  Don't worry...I won't post those pictures.