Archive for September, 2007
The Spooks
Posted by: | CommentsI was feeling extra Halloween-y yesterday and felt compelled to change my look. Isn’t it spook-tacular?
Doesn’t it make you want to eat some candy corn or a caramel apple or scare the crap out of the neighbor kids?
ahhh…nothing like some Halloween fun!
I forgot to tell you!
Posted by: | CommentsThere’s a giveaway going on at my other blog. Go there and leave a comment! It ends tonight.
Here are the details:
-FREE
-FOOD
-10 Winners
Now, shoo, go!
Kiss the ground I walk on
Posted by: | CommentsWell, it’s official. One week from today, my piece of crap carpeting will be gone and I’ll be walking on my shiny, clean and beautiful laminate flooring. Remember when I asked y’all to help me decide between carpet and laminate? Well, you helped me alright, truly! Thank you for your input! If someone had told me three years ago that some strangers on the internet would help me make flooring decisions, why, I would think they were crazy.
What I didn’t mention when I asked you the question, is that we have a beaten path on our carpet, our garage is on the other side of the living room, so if we were to bring in groceries, which we do about 70 times a month, we tread straight through our living room to get into our kitchen. Plus with all the trips from my chair to the kitchen to refill my nachos, you would just have to believe my carpet is all wore out! That was our decision maker to go ahead with laminate. And it will be installed next week.
NEXT. WEEK. !!!!!!
To say I’m excited would be an understatement.
But don’t worry, some of my excitement was lost on me today as I entered my OB’s office for the Ever Pleasant Annual Examination. Something about the Brawny robes covering my lady parts and the long plastic sticks and the Scary Silver Device just make that visit so much fun. Not to mention the stranger seeing the parts that I even hide from myself. But hey, at least I shaved. Heck, at least I showered.
I guess it’s going to be a good day after all. (especially since I have drunko bunco tonight.)
boo boo
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What we do when a little girl bumps her head on the corner of the entertainment center and is too tired to hold a bag of ice on her head.
Trouble Makers
Posted by: | CommentsOn Monday, my doorbell rang at approximately 5:00 p.m. Which can only mean one thing.
Trouble.
Because my kids are still too young (thankfully) for random visits from neighborhood friends, it’s pretty safe to say that it was going to be either A. A politician. B. Someone telling me about how great their religion is. C. A Salesperson.
All equally annoying, in their own special way.
This visit was a salesperson. This particular salesperson’s presentation was good and her personality was calm and her cute child-like features made me resist the urge to slam the door on her face. There was something about her that made me actually want to buy something from her.
Must have been because she was selling Girl Scout Cookies. I was SO happy. I ordered three boxes and it put me in such a great mood knowing that in 2-5 weeks I would be scarfing down nibbling on some Thin Mints. And what put me in an even better mood was that this Girl Scout’s mother, who is also my neighbor a few doors down from me, paid me a very kind compliment.
She said "you look good." I was all like "huh? who me?" while I looked around behind me to see who she was looking at. I mean, I was wearing yoga capris and a graphic t with bleach on it, she could not have been talking to me. She confirmed that she was talking about me and was referring to my 30 pound weight loss that I have managed to keep off since 2006. We talked about diet and exercise and it was fun.
And I walked away from our little chat thinking "geeze, I love my neighbors. I sure hope my cookies come in soon!"
Because I love cookies.
and so do you.
But then I started to get all confused. I was so excited about these cookies AND how good it felt to have someone say something so nice about my weight loss and then I ordered three boxes of cookies. Delicious, fattening Girl Scout Cookies. I was confused about the whole thing!
It reminded me of the feeling I would get as a teenager after making out with a cute boy. I would feel such young lust and excitement and then I’d think of my Mom and I’d feel guilty and feel fear that she would kick the crap out of me if she knew I had just necked inside the movie theater.
See how these two scenarios compare?
No? hmmm…sounds like you need a nice Samoa to help you think more clearly. or perhaps a peanut butter pattie.
I hear they solve everything.
Except being overweight.
Luckily, Ariel quickly helped to take this confusion away by asking what that little girl was doing. "she was selling cookies for the Girl Scouts."
"BUT I WANT TO SELL COOKIES FOR THE GIRL SCOUTS!!!!"
"Honey, you are not old enough to be in the Girl Scouts, but when you are – in like four years, I will be your biggest cookie supporter and buy millions of boxes from you."
"Okay, maybe tomorrow?"
I wish.
