I'll write more about my blogging hiatus later.
For now it's sufficient to say that couponing has become a major distraction in my life.
You know if you're a coupon addict if you experience the following:
1. You have more coupon blogs on your reader than you do blogs by friends/relatives (this goes the same for if you "like" more companies than you have "friends" on facebook).
2. Your toddler says to you "I want that coupon" and yells at you if he finds one of his coupons in the trash.
3. You have a coupon binder or mini-accordian file that is more than 1 inch thick.
4. You experience a type of high when you grab your Sunday paper
5. You don't even read your Sunday paper 50% of the time - you just grab the coupon inserts & add them to your pile
6. You've contemplated or you have more than one subscription to the paper- just for those coupons
7. You learn to recognize cashiers & know some of their names
8. You have more tubes of toothpaste (or multipacks of toothbrushes or packs of disposable razors) in your stockpile than you do members of your family.
9. You feel sad any time you have to pay full price for an item - and rethink that purchase at least twice before buying.
10. Your printer always has a coupon printed out every time you pick up something else from it.
11. You've started to look past the glares you receive in check out lines and realize they are just jealous.
12. You're jealous of the Extreme Couponing chicks you see on TLC or read about on the internet.
Remember - acceptance is the first step to recovery.
I have a problem with at least half of these (yes Buddy likes coupons for anything to do with Cars).
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Saturday, July 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
What did you say?
Here's my day:
12 am-ish : fed Baby J
4-ish: fed Baby J, Baby J woke up Buddy, gave Buddy a drink & he went back to bed
7-ish: fed Baby J in a tired stupor (why this feeding is always the hardest for me in the morning, I have no clue)
8:00 Buddy wakes up says "I'm grumpy. Bad baby woke me up."
Then we had a picnic breakfast (placemats on the kitchen floor is considered a picnic) of granola bars and milk (I wasn't in the mood to fight Buddy on eating today, which you will see by his food choices).
Got ready for the day and Buddy continued to be grumpy and whine. All day long. Sure it's sweet that he says "I want to snuggle". But when he thinks snuggling is laying on my bed & messing with our clock radio on the headboard (and turning the volume up so that I'm sure we are damaging Baby J's new little ears) - it gets old. Quick.
"I want to snuggle" in whiny voice x20= let's play with mommy's ipod touch so she can get something accomplished today.
Then it was "I want my phone." I was confused.
"Your phone?" I ask.
"Yeah. The black thing with games and music."
"Oh, you mean MY Ipod."
"Silly Mommy, it's not an Ipod. It doesn't have eyes."
....Yeah that was cute.
Lunch for Buddy consisted of a graham cracker, two bites of string cheese, and a couple sips of generic V8 fusion juice (it's worth the money because we can get veggies in his diet that way).
Fast forward to my pointless doctors appointment. They thought my scar was infected a week or so ago so they put me on antibiotics and had me come in again today, well I was / am upset @ the way the Dr. sewed/stapled me up (it doesn't look nice/like a clean job) so I asked to see the Dr. instead of the NP. Basically he blew me off saying it will heal fine in 3-4 months. But I did get my note to my gym excusing me from November until April. The only thing that disturbed me about that was that my doctor asked me to spell "athletic" twice (the gym I go to is Apple Athletic). At first I thought "is this a test to see if I am abusing my drugs?" (like I felt his nurse accused me of doing when I called to get refills last week). But no, I guess he reallly just didn't know how to spell "athletic".
What?! I'm really glad I had a genius like that perform surgery on me! NOT!
Come home, we are all tired but Buddy refuses a nap and Baby J has started to get in on the crankiness (crying whenever I put him down).
The rest went ok. Watched Jeopardy (Ken is getting whopped up on by Watson the computer). My friend & her son came over (and brought dinner) so we were entertained for a couple hours (and the whining lessened). Bed time for Buddy (not sleep, just in bed crying off & on - why won't this kid GO TO SLEEP?). Sold my gym contract (bought on craigslist, sold on craigslist - awesome possum), now just need to sell the house & we are done (sad to leave my friends & wonderful house but glad John will be happier @ this job and we will have opportunities to meet new people).
Now to wake up Baby J, top his stomach off, and get some sleep!
12 am-ish : fed Baby J
4-ish: fed Baby J, Baby J woke up Buddy, gave Buddy a drink & he went back to bed
7-ish: fed Baby J in a tired stupor (why this feeding is always the hardest for me in the morning, I have no clue)
8:00 Buddy wakes up says "I'm grumpy. Bad baby woke me up."
Then we had a picnic breakfast (placemats on the kitchen floor is considered a picnic) of granola bars and milk (I wasn't in the mood to fight Buddy on eating today, which you will see by his food choices).
Got ready for the day and Buddy continued to be grumpy and whine. All day long. Sure it's sweet that he says "I want to snuggle". But when he thinks snuggling is laying on my bed & messing with our clock radio on the headboard (and turning the volume up so that I'm sure we are damaging Baby J's new little ears) - it gets old. Quick.
"I want to snuggle" in whiny voice x20= let's play with mommy's ipod touch so she can get something accomplished today.
Then it was "I want my phone." I was confused.
"Your phone?" I ask.
"Yeah. The black thing with games and music."
"Oh, you mean MY Ipod."
"Silly Mommy, it's not an Ipod. It doesn't have eyes."
....Yeah that was cute.
Lunch for Buddy consisted of a graham cracker, two bites of string cheese, and a couple sips of generic V8 fusion juice (it's worth the money because we can get veggies in his diet that way).
Fast forward to my pointless doctors appointment. They thought my scar was infected a week or so ago so they put me on antibiotics and had me come in again today, well I was / am upset @ the way the Dr. sewed/stapled me up (it doesn't look nice/like a clean job) so I asked to see the Dr. instead of the NP. Basically he blew me off saying it will heal fine in 3-4 months. But I did get my note to my gym excusing me from November until April. The only thing that disturbed me about that was that my doctor asked me to spell "athletic" twice (the gym I go to is Apple Athletic). At first I thought "is this a test to see if I am abusing my drugs?" (like I felt his nurse accused me of doing when I called to get refills last week). But no, I guess he reallly just didn't know how to spell "athletic".
What?! I'm really glad I had a genius like that perform surgery on me! NOT!
Come home, we are all tired but Buddy refuses a nap and Baby J has started to get in on the crankiness (crying whenever I put him down).
The rest went ok. Watched Jeopardy (Ken is getting whopped up on by Watson the computer). My friend & her son came over (and brought dinner) so we were entertained for a couple hours (and the whining lessened). Bed time for Buddy (not sleep, just in bed crying off & on - why won't this kid GO TO SLEEP?). Sold my gym contract (bought on craigslist, sold on craigslist - awesome possum), now just need to sell the house & we are done (sad to leave my friends & wonderful house but glad John will be happier @ this job and we will have opportunities to meet new people).
Now to wake up Baby J, top his stomach off, and get some sleep!
Monday, August 2, 2010
I have the best husband!
Just had a craving for grape juice & he said he would go out and get me some. I said it was WAY too late & I'd already brushed my teeth, but he left (in his poison covered - from spraying weeds tonight- clothes).
That & the fact that he is makes dinner almost every night for all of us & takes such good care of Buddy.
I am SO blessed.
That & the fact that he is makes dinner almost every night for all of us & takes such good care of Buddy.
I am SO blessed.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Hiatus?
It's been over a week, maybe two since I've posted last. Have I been enjoying my sabbatical? Well I joined an "athletic club" aka gym & after the first visit I realized how much I've missed the gym since we've moved here. I've never really experienced a "runner's high" (probably because I'm not a real runner - I walk with some intermittent jogging) but the endorphins have kicked in. Although it's a little farther than my old gym (I definitely will drive every day, which with my old one I could walk if I was feeling adventurous) and I have no awesome work out buddies (until they get their rears in gear and find jobs here) and it's hard to go at night (Buddy & I haven't tried the gym's $1.75/hour daycare yet, but we will) - I still love it. There is something awesome about watching The Biggest Loser (with their last chance work out) and being on the elliptical. My old habits were to watch & feel incredibly hungry for chocolate (it's hard to see someone sweating so much).
Anyway, I am on my official week 1 of training for the half marathon. Registration is May 1st & I AM going to complete the walk/jog with my two former workout buddies.
In other news, I created a company for myself tonight. I wanted a free subscription to Real Simple and they wouldn't take "home maker" as a defined enough business title (kept asking me to select another subcategory & wouldn't let me select all - even though I do it all). So now you can refer to me as Mrs. Becky -----, Purveyor of Awesomeness, ----- Home Inc. (the ----'s are for my last name - I'm not going to post it on the Internet - safety first kids, safety first.)
Oh, and I am coming to dislike the whole census thing. At first I thought it was cool, doing extraction for family history- I've seen a lot of census records. I thought how awesome it would be that someone could look me up and see that I'd been here, at this time (like that one TV show with the famous people doing family search). But then I saw the signs and the "workers". So my experience with a census worker was this: I was at the library & was going to pick up a form since our house is new and for some reason we didn't get one in the mail. The census "worker" (who I thought was just a creepy guy using his laptop and sitting really close to the public information table for weeks on end) stopped me - my hand outstretched to get a form - and said "You need a census form?" I replied "Yes" Then he said "English?" I replied "Yes" (although I wanted to say "Obviously"). Then he said (as he handed me this rectangular shaped form) "there you go".
Yeah, he totally earned his $12/hour. We can't pay teachers $12 an hour but we can pay a creepy guy hovering over forms.
And the sign outside the library says "Have questions about your census form? A representative will be at the library M-F 10:00-5:30" I filled out the form and the only questions I have is: 1) why did you make the form this large rectangular shape that is obviously costing tax payers more to send back? and 2) how could anyone SERIOUSLY have questions about this form. If you can read and you have a black or blue ink pen, I'm pretty sure you can fill in your name and age (and those living with you). A first grader could probably do it (except those boxes are a little small for first grade print - ok maybe a second grader).
Then the signs & commercials everywhere (& we don't even watch the 8 non-cable channels we have more than 4 hours a week). "Fill out your form" "Don't forget to be counted" blah blah blah. Seriously, the only people who aren't going to fill out their form are: 1) people who can't read & fill it out themselves - but they could have a "worker" help them and 2) illegals who don't want to be found out. And the census "workers" that will be pounding the streets like missionaries here in a month or so, do you think that they are really going to answer the door (or even be home) when you come a knocking? I doubt it.
So - I like the whole idea & understand the importance of being counted (it's not like I'm trying to hide from the government or that I think the whole thing is a big-brother-watching-you conspiracy) but really - how many millions (which we will go into debt to China for) will be spent because of stupidity when it comes to the census?
And those three things are all I've been thinking about since my last post (not counting the company I "made" tonight - so I guess I've only been thinking really about two things the last two weeks). I know you really missed me.
Anyway, I am on my official week 1 of training for the half marathon. Registration is May 1st & I AM going to complete the walk/jog with my two former workout buddies.
In other news, I created a company for myself tonight. I wanted a free subscription to Real Simple and they wouldn't take "home maker" as a defined enough business title (kept asking me to select another subcategory & wouldn't let me select all - even though I do it all). So now you can refer to me as Mrs. Becky -----, Purveyor of Awesomeness, ----- Home Inc. (the ----'s are for my last name - I'm not going to post it on the Internet - safety first kids, safety first.)
Oh, and I am coming to dislike the whole census thing. At first I thought it was cool, doing extraction for family history- I've seen a lot of census records. I thought how awesome it would be that someone could look me up and see that I'd been here, at this time (like that one TV show with the famous people doing family search). But then I saw the signs and the "workers". So my experience with a census worker was this: I was at the library & was going to pick up a form since our house is new and for some reason we didn't get one in the mail. The census "worker" (who I thought was just a creepy guy using his laptop and sitting really close to the public information table for weeks on end) stopped me - my hand outstretched to get a form - and said "You need a census form?" I replied "Yes" Then he said "English?" I replied "Yes" (although I wanted to say "Obviously"). Then he said (as he handed me this rectangular shaped form) "there you go".
Yeah, he totally earned his $12/hour. We can't pay teachers $12 an hour but we can pay a creepy guy hovering over forms.
And the sign outside the library says "Have questions about your census form? A representative will be at the library M-F 10:00-5:30" I filled out the form and the only questions I have is: 1) why did you make the form this large rectangular shape that is obviously costing tax payers more to send back? and 2) how could anyone SERIOUSLY have questions about this form. If you can read and you have a black or blue ink pen, I'm pretty sure you can fill in your name and age (and those living with you). A first grader could probably do it (except those boxes are a little small for first grade print - ok maybe a second grader).
Then the signs & commercials everywhere (& we don't even watch the 8 non-cable channels we have more than 4 hours a week). "Fill out your form" "Don't forget to be counted" blah blah blah. Seriously, the only people who aren't going to fill out their form are: 1) people who can't read & fill it out themselves - but they could have a "worker" help them and 2) illegals who don't want to be found out. And the census "workers" that will be pounding the streets like missionaries here in a month or so, do you think that they are really going to answer the door (or even be home) when you come a knocking? I doubt it.
So - I like the whole idea & understand the importance of being counted (it's not like I'm trying to hide from the government or that I think the whole thing is a big-brother-watching-you conspiracy) but really - how many millions (which we will go into debt to China for) will be spent because of stupidity when it comes to the census?
And those three things are all I've been thinking about since my last post (not counting the company I "made" tonight - so I guess I've only been thinking really about two things the last two weeks). I know you really missed me.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Rain & Randomness
Doing the Slice of Life challenge this month has made me realize that I rant about a lot of random things. Today is no exception.
It has been blustering, blowing, and raining since before I was woken up by it @ 2:30 this morning. Then I heard Buddy wake up coughing and crying (poor guy, I hate colds).
It did stop briefly so I moseyed us out of the house to go to story time at the library - only to arrive 10 minutes late (like usual) and find that story time is cancelled this week. Would it have killed anyone to tell us this last week when we were there? So of course I felt stupid because Buddy didn't really want to go out and I definitely didn't want to go out but here we were at the library again. We read three stories, talked to some moms (yeah, I actually recognized and talked to people today even though I felt like a sluggish pile of bricks), grabbed a video (we didn't deceive ourselves into thinking we need some more stories to read when we have piles all over the house or that we would actually read any more new books today- we went straight for the easy entertainment - Sense and Sensibility for me & Baby Einstein numbers for Buddy) and headed home.
I called my mom & ranted about the suckiness that I feel is my life today, put in the video for Buddy, and then heated up leftover pizza for me & macaroni for Buddy. He actually ate (which is great because last night's dinner consisted of a bottle of milk - I couldn't even bribe him with treats. He really must feel like crap). And then we watched Milo & Otis while I put away dishes.
Nap time came & here I am - finishing the laundry I didn't finish yesterday, blog surfing, and blogging.
Puddles are forming on/in my lawn, but the mysterious stench from last night has disappeared. I guess I should count my blessings (those of which don't include: the fact I have to go for a quarterly check up tonight @ the doctors -which I think is utterly pointless and a waste of time and money for the whole company my husband works for and the fact that we are going to Happy Valley this weekend because John's parents are flying down there - which I hate because 1 - it's Happy Valley and 2 - I avoid traveling any where within a hour of downtown Salt Lake on General Conference weekend).
Two more randomness thoughts from blog surfing before I go lay down:
Have you ever known anyone this prepared for their first baby? I haven't even decorated Buddy's room (and he's almost two).
I bought an Easy School Lunch System today. Even though it will be 3 or 4 years before Buddy takes school lunch. It was on sale. Maybe John will use it.
What do you do when it's pouring outside (and sometimes in your life)?
It has been blustering, blowing, and raining since before I was woken up by it @ 2:30 this morning. Then I heard Buddy wake up coughing and crying (poor guy, I hate colds).
It did stop briefly so I moseyed us out of the house to go to story time at the library - only to arrive 10 minutes late (like usual) and find that story time is cancelled this week. Would it have killed anyone to tell us this last week when we were there? So of course I felt stupid because Buddy didn't really want to go out and I definitely didn't want to go out but here we were at the library again. We read three stories, talked to some moms (yeah, I actually recognized and talked to people today even though I felt like a sluggish pile of bricks), grabbed a video (we didn't deceive ourselves into thinking we need some more stories to read when we have piles all over the house or that we would actually read any more new books today- we went straight for the easy entertainment - Sense and Sensibility for me & Baby Einstein numbers for Buddy) and headed home.
I called my mom & ranted about the suckiness that I feel is my life today, put in the video for Buddy, and then heated up leftover pizza for me & macaroni for Buddy. He actually ate (which is great because last night's dinner consisted of a bottle of milk - I couldn't even bribe him with treats. He really must feel like crap). And then we watched Milo & Otis while I put away dishes.
Nap time came & here I am - finishing the laundry I didn't finish yesterday, blog surfing, and blogging.
Puddles are forming on/in my lawn, but the mysterious stench from last night has disappeared. I guess I should count my blessings (those of which don't include: the fact I have to go for a quarterly check up tonight @ the doctors -which I think is utterly pointless and a waste of time and money for the whole company my husband works for and the fact that we are going to Happy Valley this weekend because John's parents are flying down there - which I hate because 1 - it's Happy Valley and 2 - I avoid traveling any where within a hour of downtown Salt Lake on General Conference weekend).
Two more randomness thoughts from blog surfing before I go lay down:
Have you ever known anyone this prepared for their first baby? I haven't even decorated Buddy's room (and he's almost two).
I bought an Easy School Lunch System today. Even though it will be 3 or 4 years before Buddy takes school lunch. It was on sale. Maybe John will use it.
What do you do when it's pouring outside (and sometimes in your life)?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Have you ever felt this way?
http://livinglifetwice-alwrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/slice-of-life-those-autumn-leaves.html
I do - especially when I clean that weird dust that always appears in my bathroom.
I do - especially when I clean that weird dust that always appears in my bathroom.
The more you know
Did you know Wmart now sells bags of potatoes with the Toy Story characters on the plastic bag? I guess if it will get kids to eat potatoes then great but I would just buy a pack of stickers and decorate my regular (but always Idaho) bag of potatoes.
Yesterday when I got out of the store it was hailing. Not snow but little balls of hail. I guess every season has hail/snow here (yes one time in June I saw it snow).
I try to do my part in saving the environment or making my footprint not so huge by sorting and recycling. But if the world ever runs out of paper towels then I am refusing to clean my toilet until they make some more - just so you know.
If it's almost 50 degrees outside that gives little 13 year olds the permission to dress like prostitutes. We were driving home from seeing the baby bears at a local promotion and we saw a group of 5 girls dressed in short booty shorts and short sleeve tight shirts walking down the street. Maybe I'm getting old because I was SO appalled. I guess when I have preteen girls I'll have to hire a conservative woman to make only pioneer / long dresses for them. I'm sure my kids will love me.
Did you know chicken nuggets are made out of the chicken guts and bone marrow. I watched the Jamie Oliver experiment last night and was grossed out. But what did I buy a couple of hours before watching the show? Hot dogs and chicken nuggets (some of Buddy's favorites). And am I going to stop feeding him those (few) things that he likes to eat? Nope. John said his old coworker used to make her own chicken nuggets (by cutting and breading chicken breasts) but I don't want to - that's why they're so nice already made & in the bag. I don't know what I'm going to do - it was really disgusting - I guess I'll just keep offering (and force feeding) him some good things and hope that balances out the bad (gross).
Yesterday when I got out of the store it was hailing. Not snow but little balls of hail. I guess every season has hail/snow here (yes one time in June I saw it snow).
I try to do my part in saving the environment or making my footprint not so huge by sorting and recycling. But if the world ever runs out of paper towels then I am refusing to clean my toilet until they make some more - just so you know.
If it's almost 50 degrees outside that gives little 13 year olds the permission to dress like prostitutes. We were driving home from seeing the baby bears at a local promotion and we saw a group of 5 girls dressed in short booty shorts and short sleeve tight shirts walking down the street. Maybe I'm getting old because I was SO appalled. I guess when I have preteen girls I'll have to hire a conservative woman to make only pioneer / long dresses for them. I'm sure my kids will love me.
Did you know chicken nuggets are made out of the chicken guts and bone marrow. I watched the Jamie Oliver experiment last night and was grossed out. But what did I buy a couple of hours before watching the show? Hot dogs and chicken nuggets (some of Buddy's favorites). And am I going to stop feeding him those (few) things that he likes to eat? Nope. John said his old coworker used to make her own chicken nuggets (by cutting and breading chicken breasts) but I don't want to - that's why they're so nice already made & in the bag. I don't know what I'm going to do - it was really disgusting - I guess I'll just keep offering (and force feeding) him some good things and hope that balances out the bad (gross).
Friday, March 26, 2010
More than one is always more fun
Random numbers post today:
# of blogs I follow: 51
# of emails I have (and check at least weekly): 3
# of blogs I post on (not comments, posts): 6 (although my extended family one hasn't been posted on in almost a year)
# of "friends" (although most are related friends) I have on facebook: 74
# of websites I check (or do stuff on) on a daily basis: 7 (I'm counting my google/blogger reader/dashboard as one site because it allows me to browse which of the blogs I follow that I actually want to take the time to read
# of books on goodreads: 471 (over half are "to read")
# of audio books I have checked out as of today: 7 (I returned one because I uploaded it to my ipod)
# of books I have checked out: 3 (all of which are nonfiction - perhaps why it's taking me a little longer to read them)
# of TV shows I watch online (I rarely take the time to watch live TV, I like to watch on my own schedule and watch 2 or 3 episodes in a row):
# of times I've worked out since I moved here in August: 1 (if I count the extreme walk I went on once, the rest of the walks were less than a mile)
# of days until it reaches 70 degrees here: ? wish that were zero but I don't know, it could be months yet :(
# of movies I've watched in the theater in the last two years: 3 (I think - last one was Alice in Wonderland while on Spring Break).
# of days until I stop posting EVERY day: five (although I have enjoyed this exercise and plan on doing it next year)
# of blogs I follow: 51
# of emails I have (and check at least weekly): 3
# of blogs I post on (not comments, posts): 6 (although my extended family one hasn't been posted on in almost a year)
# of "friends" (although most are related friends) I have on facebook: 74
# of websites I check (or do stuff on) on a daily basis: 7 (I'm counting my google/blogger reader/dashboard as one site because it allows me to browse which of the blogs I follow that I actually want to take the time to read
# of books on goodreads: 471 (over half are "to read")
# of audio books I have checked out as of today: 7 (I returned one because I uploaded it to my ipod)
# of books I have checked out: 3 (all of which are nonfiction - perhaps why it's taking me a little longer to read them)
# of TV shows I watch online (I rarely take the time to watch live TV, I like to watch on my own schedule and watch 2 or 3 episodes in a row):
# of times I've worked out since I moved here in August: 1 (if I count the extreme walk I went on once, the rest of the walks were less than a mile)
# of days until it reaches 70 degrees here: ? wish that were zero but I don't know, it could be months yet :(
# of movies I've watched in the theater in the last two years: 3 (I think - last one was Alice in Wonderland while on Spring Break).
# of days until I stop posting EVERY day: five (although I have enjoyed this exercise and plan on doing it next year)
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Road trip?
I just read Real Simple magazine. I always come away from reading that magazine with a ton of things to check out. I guess that's why they have a bookmark with blank lines on it so you can those things down. I came across an awesome website if you travel a lot by car - Roadside America. Plus it's also interesting to see if there are any bizzare local attractions you don't know about.
Friday, March 19, 2010
All Armpits are UGLY!
Went formal dress shopping the other day with my mom, my sister in law, and my baby sister. I can't believe that Kim is old enough to go to her senior prom. And she's so smart too - she got so many scholarships and got into ALL the colleges she applied for. I guess everyone does grow up - quicker than one realizes, especially if you don't see them every day.
It was amazing to see the different styles and imagine people actually wearing some of the dresses to their prom. One was a dalmatian dress - white with black spots and a red belt. Probably something Cruela Devil would wear if she was a teenager.
I personally would choose the bright - past neon- yellow dress in the window of the shop. It was "so pretty" as Ali would say and SO poofy.
Ali and I also looked as the women tried on their bridal dresses and became quite critiques. We also found a beautiful dress for Ali, for if she gets remarried to Mike (LOL).
Kim found a couple to try on, and the owner of the shop was helping everyone that day with suggestions of alterations to make their dresses fit better. My sister was concerned because she couldn't lift her arms in a dress (hey, it's her prom. She wants to be semi comfortable and be able to dance, right?). The owner said "well you don't want to show off your armpits. All armpits are UGLY! If you want to be able to move your arms more, you should consider a sleeveless dress."
Well - I learned something new - all armpits are UGLY. I knew they were a pain to shave and that they stink if you don't put on enough deodorant, but I didn't know they were UGLY.
Needless to say, she thinks she found the dress. Despite the price tag - it is beautiful and looks beautiful on her.
She's a little worried about purchasing a dress, not having a date yet but I told her the same thing happened to me. I didn't have a date until the Monday before prom (and I think my date might have been bribed by a teacher to ask me, but whatever). At least I got to go. And I think that Kim has enough friends (who have graduated) that she could convince them to return to the loveliness that is high school for one night, just so she could experience her senior prom. If not, she could always promenade with Buddy - he is a good walker (if you can slow him down and get him not to run).
It was amazing to see the different styles and imagine people actually wearing some of the dresses to their prom. One was a dalmatian dress - white with black spots and a red belt. Probably something Cruela Devil would wear if she was a teenager.
I personally would choose the bright - past neon- yellow dress in the window of the shop. It was "so pretty" as Ali would say and SO poofy.
Ali and I also looked as the women tried on their bridal dresses and became quite critiques. We also found a beautiful dress for Ali, for if she gets remarried to Mike (LOL).
Kim found a couple to try on, and the owner of the shop was helping everyone that day with suggestions of alterations to make their dresses fit better. My sister was concerned because she couldn't lift her arms in a dress (hey, it's her prom. She wants to be semi comfortable and be able to dance, right?). The owner said "well you don't want to show off your armpits. All armpits are UGLY! If you want to be able to move your arms more, you should consider a sleeveless dress."
Well - I learned something new - all armpits are UGLY. I knew they were a pain to shave and that they stink if you don't put on enough deodorant, but I didn't know they were UGLY.
Needless to say, she thinks she found the dress. Despite the price tag - it is beautiful and looks beautiful on her.
She's a little worried about purchasing a dress, not having a date yet but I told her the same thing happened to me. I didn't have a date until the Monday before prom (and I think my date might have been bribed by a teacher to ask me, but whatever). At least I got to go. And I think that Kim has enough friends (who have graduated) that she could convince them to return to the loveliness that is high school for one night, just so she could experience her senior prom. If not, she could always promenade with Buddy - he is a good walker (if you can slow him down and get him not to run).
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
It's easy being green
We didn’t really celebrate St. Patrick’s day growing up. Oh, of course we wore green in lieu of being pinched to death (I think one year I forgot and promptly changed after my brother pinching me at the breakfast table).
Since I’ve been married, we celebrate a little more. No – no green beer drinking. But John makes sure that we eat corned beef and cabbage (if not the night of St. Patrick’s Day, then some time that week). Being married has also brought a little more Irish into my life in the form of our dear Grandpa McCarty. He is such a sweet man and always makes me blush with his complements (on my beauty or how lucky John is to have me in his life). For the McCarty family reunion John spent hours making a traditional Irish knot in the shape of an M for our shirts. It turned out really cool and John’s uncle even used his plotting machine to get it engraved on a wood plaque.
Anyway, I love corned beef and cabbage (oh – especially the cabbage – steamed just the right amount with butter and salt and pepper) and getting to be a part of the McCarty clan!
Since I’ve been married, we celebrate a little more. No – no green beer drinking. But John makes sure that we eat corned beef and cabbage (if not the night of St. Patrick’s Day, then some time that week). Being married has also brought a little more Irish into my life in the form of our dear Grandpa McCarty. He is such a sweet man and always makes me blush with his complements (on my beauty or how lucky John is to have me in his life). For the McCarty family reunion John spent hours making a traditional Irish knot in the shape of an M for our shirts. It turned out really cool and John’s uncle even used his plotting machine to get it engraved on a wood plaque.
Anyway, I love corned beef and cabbage (oh – especially the cabbage – steamed just the right amount with butter and salt and pepper) and getting to be a part of the McCarty clan!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
We go together like peanut butter and .....
Sometimes John is as random as I am. Like the other day he sent me this e-mail:
subject: awesome Kiddie table!
Message:
it extends when you need it bigger or taller.
http://www.dasmoebel.at/moebel/shop/kinder/0802OSC003
too bad it's in german.
I wonder - aren't you supposed to be working? how did you get to this site? do you want me to search for something like this for our house? (usually the answer is "no I just thought it was cool")
But usually my reply (if I bother to send one) is something like "that IS neat".
Random but neat.
subject: awesome Kiddie table!
Message:
it extends when you need it bigger or taller.
http://www.dasmoebel.at/moebel/shop/kinder/0802OSC003
too bad it's in german.
I wonder - aren't you supposed to be working? how did you get to this site? do you want me to search for something like this for our house? (usually the answer is "no I just thought it was cool")
But usually my reply (if I bother to send one) is something like "that IS neat".
Random but neat.
Monday, March 15, 2010
If Nutrition was out the window:
I would eat out every day. For some reason even the salads at fast food joints taste better than when I make them. Probably because I don't have to clean up after the mess or shop for the stuff (I hate HATE hate grocery shopping).
Buddy would eat hot dogs ("gagogs" as he calls them), juice (we splurge and give him the V8 fusion so he at least gets some veggies as well as fruit juice and sugar), and treats (which can range from anything like "coo coo" 's - cookies to raisins or "eees" to fruit snacks or "elephant noise" - because our fruit snacks are the generic from Sam's and have an elephant on the front each package).
John would eat bacon and hamburgers with bacon.
Buddy would eat hot dogs ("gagogs" as he calls them), juice (we splurge and give him the V8 fusion so he at least gets some veggies as well as fruit juice and sugar), and treats (which can range from anything like "coo coo" 's - cookies to raisins or "eees" to fruit snacks or "elephant noise" - because our fruit snacks are the generic from Sam's and have an elephant on the front each package).
John would eat bacon and hamburgers with bacon.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Blog surfing across the universe.....
Did I already do a post on this? I can't remember. I could look it up but that would be too much work. Maybe I should stop giving a Slice of Life because my slice of life is boring and repetitive and (do you think) clogging my blog? Well at least more people are reading it.
Blog surfing again today off of my blogger/google/whatever-its-called reader. Went from Cathy Z's site & found McSweeney's. Pretty funny stuff. I especially appreciate the Open Letter section. I've done that before. I find it therapeutic & fun.
Friday I found that blog surfing - or crawling (I prefer surfing) is becoming an actual event. Weird but I participated. Mainly because I was bored and the books I'm reading (or the books that are on my shelves) aren't really grabbing my attention (probably because a lot of them are non-fiction). But it paid off - I won a cute homemade basket with candy. It will probably cost more for her to ship it to me than it did for the materials - but hey - it's free for me and a cute decoration for my house.
I don't really do holiday decor (except of course Christmas). I don't know why- most of the stuff just isn't my style. And I don't really have a place in my house to display it (except on my kitchen counter).
Well off to read my brother's statement of purpose (for grad school - although maybe I should make one) and then to "your two year old: terrible or tender". LOL
Blog surfing again today off of my blogger/google/whatever-its-called reader. Went from Cathy Z's site & found McSweeney's. Pretty funny stuff. I especially appreciate the Open Letter section. I've done that before. I find it therapeutic & fun.
Friday I found that blog surfing - or crawling (I prefer surfing) is becoming an actual event. Weird but I participated. Mainly because I was bored and the books I'm reading (or the books that are on my shelves) aren't really grabbing my attention (probably because a lot of them are non-fiction). But it paid off - I won a cute homemade basket with candy. It will probably cost more for her to ship it to me than it did for the materials - but hey - it's free for me and a cute decoration for my house.
I don't really do holiday decor (except of course Christmas). I don't know why- most of the stuff just isn't my style. And I don't really have a place in my house to display it (except on my kitchen counter).
Well off to read my brother's statement of purpose (for grad school - although maybe I should make one) and then to "your two year old: terrible or tender". LOL
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Better than I expected
Seeing as how Thursday went so well, I was NOT looking forward to R.S. today. To my surprise, I got a call yesterday to substitute in Buddy's class. To my even more pleasant surprise - it went really well. He cried for the first five minutes (even though I kept telling him I was going to stay and be his teacher today - he wanted "Da Da"). Then we had fun for the rest of the time.
When I got home, I realized what a blessing it was not to have to worry about feeling judged or lonely that last hour of church (not that K or A were in that class, but I still feel that way - why is that?).
When John & I were first married (and living in Happy Valley - yeah that ward was pleasant) we were in nursery every-other-week for the whole time we lived there (2 years). I hated it and didn't think I would ever get over the trauma to have kids of my own. But now that I have been called to be a R.S. teacher (once a month) and I've had this great Sunday - I wonder if I would like to trade callings. Probably not every week, but it is easier to teach 2 year olds than it is 20+ year olds.
When I got home, I realized what a blessing it was not to have to worry about feeling judged or lonely that last hour of church (not that K or A were in that class, but I still feel that way - why is that?).
When John & I were first married (and living in Happy Valley - yeah that ward was pleasant) we were in nursery every-other-week for the whole time we lived there (2 years). I hated it and didn't think I would ever get over the trauma to have kids of my own. But now that I have been called to be a R.S. teacher (once a month) and I've had this great Sunday - I wonder if I would like to trade callings. Probably not every week, but it is easier to teach 2 year olds than it is 20+ year olds.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
random, I know
I've developed a new habit at work. When it's not busy I go to Google and search blogs for random things like : Idaho mom, salt lake city, Idaho falls, etc.
It's actually quite entertaining and it gives me some ideas of things going on and things to do.
In other news - Buddy took his first steps on Sunday. John & I were taking a nap and Mike was watching him. With the help of his lawnmower (a b-day gift from gma) he took a couple of steps - by himself. Of course when we woke up and Mike tried to show us, Buddy was uncooperative.
We are SO lucky to have Mike nearby. He has been filling in almost every day - either when we're both at work, running errands, or just need an extra two hands at church. And Buddy, of course, loves his "favorite" :)
Our regular sitter quit a month ago (got pregnant & was having fainting spells). We've been searching our ward, craigslist, and other online searches. I'm working 3 days a week now for insurance and trying to get my bod into shape for the weddings & my h.s. reunion this August - which puts a strain on our family, but I'm lucky enough to have a good support system (Buddy even went to ID a couple of weeks ago to be with gma because we couldn't find a sitter).
When I'm not away - Buddy and I try to get some exploring done (in between housework and naps). It's hard to believe that we've lived here for 3+ years and I haven't seen some of the common sites.
Other than that - we're loving the weather and try to count our blessings every day.
Until next time..... blog stalk someone new today. :)
It's actually quite entertaining and it gives me some ideas of things going on and things to do.
In other news - Buddy took his first steps on Sunday. John & I were taking a nap and Mike was watching him. With the help of his lawnmower (a b-day gift from gma) he took a couple of steps - by himself. Of course when we woke up and Mike tried to show us, Buddy was uncooperative.
We are SO lucky to have Mike nearby. He has been filling in almost every day - either when we're both at work, running errands, or just need an extra two hands at church. And Buddy, of course, loves his "favorite" :)
Our regular sitter quit a month ago (got pregnant & was having fainting spells). We've been searching our ward, craigslist, and other online searches. I'm working 3 days a week now for insurance and trying to get my bod into shape for the weddings & my h.s. reunion this August - which puts a strain on our family, but I'm lucky enough to have a good support system (Buddy even went to ID a couple of weeks ago to be with gma because we couldn't find a sitter).
When I'm not away - Buddy and I try to get some exploring done (in between housework and naps). It's hard to believe that we've lived here for 3+ years and I haven't seen some of the common sites.
Other than that - we're loving the weather and try to count our blessings every day.
Until next time..... blog stalk someone new today. :)
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