SATC

You know what that means, right?

Sex and the City.

Yup. I joined the herds or women (mostly younger and better dressed than I was) to see the movie on the opening night. I usually catch semi-current movies at the dollar theater, so this was really out of character.

What a hoot.

I'll refrain from a review of the movie, but the audience cracked me up. There were droves of women, all gussied up in their best interpretation of SATC fashion and accessories. Most of them falling short, but you can tell they tried.

We tried to get in to a 8:30 showing - silly us, it was sold out. So we went to another nearby megaplex and got tickets for the 9:45 show (yes, past my bedtime). We were waiting in line at 9:20 after we had already gotten our tickets, and somewhere around 9:40 we (and a few other misguided souls) realized we were in the line for the 10:15 showing. Ack!

We switched lines, and went in to the theater - not overcrowded, but nevertheless, we had to sit in a corner by the wall.

What was the funniest, was the audience reaction to certain scenes. When Carrie gives her assistant a Christmas present, the entire audience gasped in unison as they caught a glimpse of the label on the box. Louis Vitton! Oooh. aaaaahhhh.

And there were a few other scenes where they gasped in dismay or oohed or aahed. It couldn't have been scripted or choreographed if they tried, but it was comical when it happened spontaneously. My friend and I couldn't help chuckling.

And in the middle something went wonky with the screen - it flickered and got stuck split horizontally. I thought the collective audience was going to have a cow.

Did I mention that of the hundreds of women in line, there were maybe 2 guys? Looking rather uncomfortable, I must say.

Anyway, if you liked the series at all, and you can accept certain things as outside of reasonable behavior; go see it. With a girlfriend or two. Dress-up is optional.

Well....

this morning, at least, I made it until 5:20. I guess that's an improvement. :-)

We'll see how the day goes.

I want to see the Sex and the City mob=vie, but I'm afraid that I'll fall asleep. :-(

dammit

It's 4 AM and I'm awake again. :-(

Yesterday, I was so tired that after I drove darling daughter to school, I fell asleep with the keyboard on my lap and woke myself up with such a start that I spilled my coffee.

Then, I fell asleep on the couch before dinner.

Geesh.

I've

been up for an hour.

Yup, it's currently 5 AM Eastern time. The birds are starting to chirp, but it's still pitch black out.

It's just me and the cats. I might have to do this more often. It's too early for coffee (I never thought I'd write THAT), but I'm loving the quiet and serenity.

DH left for 3 days in Philly, so he left the house at 4 AM. And while I wasn't really awake when he left, I wasn't asleep enough to to just stay in bed.

So here I am.

Just me and my thoughts and my laptop. Slowly, waking up enough to play a gazillionth game of Word Twist on Facebook. Everyone else is still asleep though, so my turns are over. :-(

And my turns on Scrabulous (addicted!), Scramble, Pathwords and Bubblewords.

Hmmm, wonder why I'm never caught up on laundry and cleaning? :-) But, hey! I'm doing important work here - I'm taking proactove steps to ward off brain atrophy and dementia. :-) Maybe even Alzheimer's.

I'm a little jealous of all of you who keep counting down the days (like 2 or 3) until your kids are out of school - we have a whole 'nother month here!

Off to get coffee - enjoy the day!

I just have to say...

I love my in-laws.

That's all.

Enjoy the day.

Never a dull moment...

So, the day started out uneventful. Darling daughter slept in, I enjoyed a quiet moment with coffee and the laptop, the menfolk had a sleepover on the boat....

Then we got motivated and hooked up the hot tub, assembled the hammock ( I probably already wrote about that), cleaned the mice cage, went to lunch, got dd a haircut, then went to the boat to meet my in-laws and the aforementioned menfolk.

All was idyllic - there were drinks and snacks and friends and family - all oohing and aahing over the boat. We had plans for an afternoon cruise, then dinner on the boat. I made bbq spareribs this morning, marinated chicken breasts to grill, Greek meatballs (keftedides), corn on the cob, chardonnay, watermelon. Aaahhhh.

Darling daughter had a primo spot on the front bow deck of the boat, soaking up rays, mother-in-law went to join her, I poured a glass of wine in my boat-approved-acrylic-wineglass; and I too went forward to enjoy the sun and relax before the cruise.

DD and number one son were going in and out of the forward hatch ( a little 2x2 window that allows access to the forward cabin - bedroom) - they were WARNED to stop before they got hurt.

You can see where this is going, can't you?

Yup. Suddenly, dd, goes down and bumps her elbow, knocking her head HARD into the edge of the hatch. She falls down below (onto the bed - no problem) I hear the cry and debate dropping my wineglass and contents on my MIL in my haste to reach dd. I opt to quickly shove it into MIL's hand instead, and jump swiftly and nimbly down the hatch to grab dd in my comforting mother arms to kiss her booboo and give her a stern maternal lecture about not playing in the hatch, blahblah,blah.

Instead, number one son yells that *I'm covered in blood. And sure, enough it's oozing, no almost gushing, from dd's head. Not a cause for alarm in and of itself, because as you may know, head wounds, no matter how minor, bleed significantly.

However, if you've ever owned a boat, especially a new one, you know that you CAN'T BLEED ON THE CARPET AND UPHOLSTERY. Seriously. It's true, so in addition to my care and concern for my daughter, I'm yelling for a towel and ice to apply pressure and look at the wound. I was also trying to ensure that there was no blood dripping, while dh was yelling about being careful, blahnlahblah - telling *me to be calm. (I am calm, dammit, just hurry up with the towel and ice, thankyouverymuch). It was immediately apparent that there was a large gash that would need more than just a kiss and a band-aid.

Did I mention that the first thing my number one son said was "I didn't do anything. It's not my fault!!!!" ? Poor kid, I can hardly blame him, because it so often is his fault or at least he's blamed.

So MIL and I drive to the nearest hospital, effectively crushing any plans for an evening cruise. Luckily the hospital was about 5 minutes away. We pull up and a security guard offers to park my car for me - VERY IMPRESSIVE.

Anyway, I'll skip the rest of the gory details, but we were seen right away in a special pediatric section, they were wonderful, dd needed 4 big staples in her head - apparently that's preferred on the head instead of stitches, she got a huge headache, a sore elbow and threw up a few times.

She went to sleep, we all ate dinner and I carried all of her 50 pounds to the car to go home to bed. And yes, my in-laws are in my bed - I'll be sleeping in dd's trundle with her, and the boys are on the boat again - with a sleepover for number one son. The show must go on.

We'll try again tomorrow for a nice cruise - although we won't go far due to the outrageous price of gas. :-(

Nice things about this hospital:

• Very close
• no wait
• they parked my car
• took dd in a wheelchair
• saw her right away
• were very nice to her
• brought her a popsicle while we waited in the exam room
• we were there, start to finish, for less than 2 hours - we were in a room and examined within 15.

Luckily, it was a head gash and not on the face or eye. Luckily no broken bones or concussion.

Thank God. Truly.


Anything fun and exciting happen with you this weekend?

Stay safe.











Anything exciting happen to you guys this weekend? It's not over yet.

If you want something done....

do it yourself, right?

I wasn 't very productive this morning (I skipped church, let darling daughter sleep well past a decent time), but I did set up the hammock (yay!) blow the leaves and crap off the deck, and refill the hot tub. Yes, I had to have the motor fixed (again!) and I'm just now getting around to filling it up.

If you've been counting along with me, this is the third motor since we got the hot tub last August. And it's a real PITA because you have to drain the tub, disconnect it, and lug the thing back to the store. Ugh.

This time, it sat empty for so long that I have to scrub gunk off the sides. If it fritzes out again, I'm going to blow a gasket.

Now, it'll take another 3-4 days for the water to heat up.

But I can lay on my hammock while I wait. :-)

(Thanks for the kick in the pants motivation, ETW - your pics were so great, I had to set mine up)

Sometimes

...crappy stuff happens that you just don't want to or can't write about.

No, the world isn't ending, or at least I don't think it will. Maybe I'm deceiving myself.

But it's just been a sucky few days. I scribbled some thoughts about it, but they'll remain on paper, tucked away in a drawer. I'd feel way to exposed here on the internet.

Anyway, Mickey's baseball game yesterday was a nailbiter. They were down something like 9 to 5 and came back to win 12 to 9 or something like that. At any rate, they had an amazing comeback. If they remain at the top of the standings, we'll have to rearrange our July vacation schedule as the playoffs and championships will occur at the start of our trip. That's okay, it will be worth it. Mickey had a few good hits - one that resulted on 3 runs! The weather, though cool, was fantastic yesterday - sunny and clear. We took a spin on the bay on our new boat. We'll see what happens today.

My in-laws will be back this afternoon (they went to Canada for a wedding and will come back here until Tuesday, then head back home.) I enjoy their company and their visits. They live in Massachusetts so it's a treat for them to spend time with the kids.

This time, we'll see if they provide a distraction for the tensions in the house, or help it to blow up. That's all I'm saying.

I've also been following this story.

Mother, father killed returning from daughter's Muhlenberg graduation

It's really hit home because Jacy's roommate is the daughter of the pastor that I work for, and because I also graduated from Muhlenberg College. (although it was a million years ago). I also know the road, and the area. I can't imagine the horror of such a joyous day turning so tragic. This woman's life has completely changed. She's still in a coma with multiple severe injuries.

Hug your kids, your spouse, your parents. Be safe. Be careful.

Enjoy the day.

The truely bizarre

Okay, when my kids were young, I breastfed them. I had nothing against formula - I used it on occasion when I had someone else watching them or I couldn't nurse. But I believed "breast is best" - it was convenient (no boiling water and mixing formula), cheap (duh!), easy, and comforting - for my children and for me. It was a forced slow-down, moments of quiet and respite from the craziness. I loved that stage of their lives and my life.

I let both of my children decide when they were ready to move on. I was in no rush, but as they became mobile and independent, they preferred to drink from a cup and be able to look around. They were both between 13 and 15 months old when they weaned. I would have let them continue - maybe (for me) until 2 years old. I was in no rush, but I do think there's a developmental milestone that kids reach at different ages - like learning to walk, potty train, read.

But check out this YouTube video . I think it's truly bizarre. Go ahead, check it out - it's a woman who's still breastfeeding her 8 year old. Yes, I know the video is a few years old, but it's still strange.

Hola!

..... Mi amigo de Espana!

Pienso que está interesante ver donde a gente venir de cuando ella está leyendo este "blog". California, Luisiana, Wisconsin, Connecticut.....

Deseo que usted los lectores dijera el " hi" , porque soy curioso.

Gracias por la lectura, yo esperan que usted encuentra algo de interés.

Enjoy the day!

Men in Trees

No, no. I mean Cats in Trees.

Yup. It's a classic cliche, but it happened tonight. Darling daughter's cat, Koala, bolted for the door when the kids were taking out the trash and recycling tonight. Yes, they had both doors open, like they live in a barn or something. :-)

Koala got a taste of freedom and sat smugly under DH's car in the driveway. DD was being level-headed and got a broom to poke her out towards the garage.

Nice plan, but Number One Son was in the way, blocking her charge for the garage and the door to home. So, she bolted in the direction of freedom - the back end of the car, left unguarded. She cavorted around the yard and then whizzed right up the tree. Like lightening.

Level-headed daughter turned into hysterical, distraught, sobbing child.

We got the cat food can to entice her. She pranced and gamboled onto another branch.

She didn't look too worried.

We did the special cat noises - you know, something like shweshwwesh over and over.

She wasn't interested.

We got the ladder. She scampered over and up to a higher branch.

DD sounded like she was strangling and gurgling, she was sobbing so hard.

I would have laughed, but DD was so obviously upset.

We went in search of favorite cat toys (the laser pointer is a favorite for amusement - ours and the cats.)

DH heard the commotion and opened the ladder to its fullest height. Cat jumped over him to another branch.

We gave DH the cat food. Koala was only mildly intrigued. He grabbed her, she grabbed the tree.

One more time, and she made the mistake of getting a little closer, and DH grabbed her without falling off the ladder.

DH saved the day! Our hero!

DD is now snuggling with her kitty and calming down.

Such drama.

aahhhh... the weekend

And nothing, NOTHING planned as far as kid activities. :-)

Darling husband went to his parents to celebrate the retirement of a dear friend who was his hs music teacher, 35 years ago. This man is retiring, yet he's still young and hip. He is extremely gifted musically and helped dh put together a kickin' rock band when he (dh) was the chair of a national conference last year in Boston. The members were all Y professionals and amateur musicians, but they ROCKED. Really.

Anyway, Peter was also one of the groomsmen in our wedding 14 years ago, and a really good friend. I'm sorry I didn't go with him, but after last weekend (the youth group fast), and some work commitments this weekend - it feels really good not to have to travel.

Originally, the weekend was filled with hockey and baseball, but the schedules changed. I still am the deacon at church and darling daughter is the acolyte and number one son has confirmation class - so we do have conflicts. And cats. And an elderly dog, 2 mice and a fish. *Someone has to care for them, right?

Anyway, today I need to motivate the kids (crack the whip, bribe, connive, threaten) to do some yard work, do the housecleaning that I've been avoiding and get ready for the invasion of the in-laws next week. (I love them - dearly, I just always have a lot to do to bring the house up to a level of readiness suitable for company, which can be a little stressful)

Then we might go to the Lilac Festival - they have a cool crafts festival there and sometimes good bands. Dh went to see Marshall Tucker last week and 2 years ago I took the kids to see Teddy Geiger. ( I know, crazy - but he's a hometown sensation)

Last night number one son went to the movies with a friend and I took darling daughter to finally see "National Treasure". I LOVED it, what a great movie. :-) Tonight I'm planning to meet church families and youth at the Drive-In movies to see the latest Narnia movie. Should be fun, but cold.

Enjoy the day.

It's Wednesday

I haven't posted since Monday, so I feel like I should come up with something, but I'm not "feelin' it".

What I really need to do is a massive spring cleaning, de-cluttering, garden weeding and hook up the hot tub.

On second thought, I can hide here. It's cheaper and less disruptive than planting a few explosives around the property, which is what is really called for. You probably think I'm being overly dramatic. I assure you, with all sincerity, that I'm not.

I'm not brave enough to post pictures.

I may be forced to take action soon, though, as I smell the scent of cat ammonia wafting through the air. I think the offending litter box is the one that number one son has placed in his bedroom so he can trap the cat in there at night with him. I do not approve of litter boxes in bedrooms, but since I'm not sleeping there, I acquiesced on that one. (I guess I spelled that right since it's not underlined by spell check)

I'm overwhelmed by mounds of laundry - and I swear I'm not letting it pile up. It accumulates as fast as I wash it. I think the people in this house wear multiple outfits when I'm not looking.

And the poor dog is so old that he poops every day. Because of that, he's banished to the laundry room, which can't be too much fun for him. :-(

And ants. They're back. For the astronomic fee we paid to Orkin, he's coming back. Tomorrow. Not fast enough. I've lost my appetite seeing them in so many places like butter dishes, and cereal boxes. (Maybe the no appetite thing has an upside)

Enough whining. Gotta go make an attempt on this mess.

You're not going to believe this...

A few weeks ago, I wrote about being frustrated with my number one son calling me from school complaining of a headache, an earache, not feeling well, etc. I thought he was avoiding something at school or being a wimp.

Well, last night he was playing back yard ball and got hit in the head. He came home and we put an ice pack on it and after a few minutes he was foraging in the fridge for leftovers for dinner.

How bad could it be if he was chowing down? We gave him a tylenol, told him this wasn't an excuse to call in sick to school and went to bed. He wandered into our room around 4 AM saying he couldn't sleep. Not too unusual, he's sleepwalked before. He wanted to go on the computer and I told him, no way, go back to bed. Fast forward to this morning - he gets up, gets the paper, makes toaster waffles (I know, I'm Mom of the Year), and plays with the cat. No complaints, I send him off with a tylenol just in case.

Dontcha know it, I get a call from the school nurse around 10 AM - it's like clockwork, I swear.

But she makes me feel guilty that I shouldn't mess a round if he got hit in the head, so I call the pediatrician. I explain to the receptionist what happened, as as my reservations that he's been pulling this crap for a few weeks now. She, too says that he should be seen since he got hit in the head. Oy Vey! So we go.

The doctor is thorough and asks about the headaches, talks about eye strain, asks about water consumption, does a vision test, blood pressure, etc. Turns out we should see the eye doctor, his prescription probably changed - I kind of knew that, he was due in the summer anyway.

But here's where it gets good.

The doctor looks into his ears as part of the work up and I warn her she might find potatoes and carrots. We chuckle and she looks in the second ear and says " You've got to look at this" She says there's something green in there. I look in an see something yellowish green and round. I immediately knew what it was.

A plastic BB! Number one says no way, they aren't green.
uh-huh, yes they are.
Two and a half weeks ago, he went to a b-day party where they all played with airsoft bb guns in the wooods. They all had goggles, and some had helmets, and they shot at each other. Typical 12 year olds, right?

Number one son came home and said he had an earache, he got hit in the head. No biggie, take some tylenol and don't shoot at each other next time, numbskull. Makes sense, right?

*That was the Monday that the school nurse sent him home with an earache and general malaise. Turns out she didn't even look in his ears! He hasn't had an earache since then and it wasn't bothering him, but it was not coming out on its own. The dr tried to use tweezers and to flush it out - no go. So she referred us to an ENT specialist, but said there was no rush.

I called and they took him this afternoon and had to use some vacuum hose contraption and finallt got it out.

Can you imagine? A BB in your freakin' ear for 2 and a half weeks!?

On top of it, the ped says that if a kid has a headache following a head hit, they consider it a mild concussion and they usually prohibit sports for a week (ack! hockey and baseball several times this week!), but she said it was hard to tell since he's been getting other headaches, so she said he had to sit out tonight and then keep a headache log for two weeks.

what a weekend!

The youth groups that I work with had a "30 Hour Famine" to pray and fast and raise money to alleviate hunger and poverty issues.

It wasn't a big crowd of kids, but they were great kids! They had better willpower than I did. I admit that I snuck a granola bar or two over the course of the day, and I *still got a wicked headache.

We did "drive-by prayers", where we piled in the church van and went to different houses and churches and said a prayer, then stuck a note on the door with a message that we held them in prayer and why we were doing it. It was fun because it was midnight and we felt a little ridiculous holding hands and praying in public. But once we were past that, it was fun. And meaningful.

We also baked cookies and delivered them to a nursing home and to the ER waiting room at a local hospital. We also went to an inner-city grass roots ministry that reaches out to kids in a really troubled neighborhood. We washed windows, hung blinds and sorted through boxes and boxes of games and books. At the end, we broke our fast with pizza and wings. But honestly, at that point I had such a headache that I really wasn't hungry. It didn't help that I went to sleep at 1:30 AM (the kids were still watching a movie) and slept on a floor. OUCH.

And my night wasn't over. Darling daughter was singing with her school chorus at the Red Wings game - at the 7th inning stretch which wasn't until about 8:30. Number one son wanted to stay for the fireworks, but I pleaded for mercy and he relented.

DD and a friend were oblivious to the ball game and eating funnel cakes when a foul ball came right towards us and fell right between their shoulders! It frightened us all and I could just imagine blood, tears and a concussion. They took the ball and got it signed by the two team mascots - Spikes and Mitzi. 3 more foul balls landed in our section - which was filled with families and classmates from her school.

I had plans to go to church this morning - I was the assistant minister and doing the children's message; but after sweating all night and having a massive headache in the wee hours of morning, I gave in and called the pastor at 7:45 and told her I was ill. I went back to bed and woke up around 12:30 - we were supposed to meet darling husband for a nice lunch and boat ride. After a cup of coffee ( I think the caffeine helped, I'm pretty sure it was a migraine - I felt nauseous and shakey and the lights hurt) I felt better and we all showered and dressed to meet darling husband and family friend at the boat.

We nixed the boating idea as it was very windy and choppy but had a HUGE early dinner at a great Italian/ steak restaurant by the marina. I ate enough for 2 days! Gorgonzola covered porterhouse steak, garlic bread sticks, salad, broccoli, wine and a mojito. Finished off with a shared ice cream covered, chocolate drizzled funnel cake. Yum. :-)

I feel much better now :-)

I hope you all enjoyed the day!

too much on the schedule

And it's not fun stuff either.

I work part-time. Sounds nice, huh? And I really like what I do. A lot of it is flexible and stuff that I can plan that includes my family. I actually get paid to do things like have family make-your-own-pizza nights, hikes, bike rides, movies, etc.

Except that I have not one, not 2, but 3 part-time jobs.

I work for a church as the office administrator for about 25 hours a week. I type the church newsletters and bulletins and keep the parish records. That's great and the pastor I work for is funny with a wry sense of humor. I also plan youth and family programs and coordinate small group ministries for 2 other churches. They're kind of related - I try to include both churches when I plan activities.

But the meetings are going to run me ragged. I have church council meetings to attend, youth group meetings, Strawberry Social planning meetings, and this weekend? A 30 Hour Famine sleep over with youth. Yes, a famine. That means no eating until Saturday dinner. :-(
(You can bet that I'm going to seriously sneak in a few granola bars in my bag)

Oh, and my Darling husband has a crazy schedule, too - fundraising dinners, board meetings, receptions with volunteers and doonors, blah, blah, blah and a fair amount of travel. And the kids have sports, open houses,.... you know the drill.

I like the work, but with multiple employers and congregations, I'm trying to be in too many places at once! The problem is that I'm attached to all of these places and feel that it's not just a job, it's a calling and so it would be easier to find work at one place, I don't want to leave any of them.

What to do?

argghhh

You know, I'm really glad I have this as a cathartic release. Because if I didn't, I might pull out my hair or tar and feather my children. I wonder if I could blog from a jail cell. Do you think they have wifi?

I don't really care if anyone is reading this or not, it's good for me.

I could literally feel my eyes bulging out this morning. And I'm an easy going kind of gal.

My darling daughter is a procrastinator - a pro. I've written before about her time-wasting antics, but this morning takes the cake.

She was sitting with me on the couch before breakfast and I went through a verbal checklist of the things she should have done before she lazed around or played with the cats.
Books gathered? Yup.
Homework in book bag? Yup.
Everything you need? Yup.

Why don't you use this time to pack your lunch? In a minute Mom.
You could get dressed? In a minute Mom.
Well, then let's get your cereal, might as well get a head start. Okay.

Flash forward to the breakfast table. Darling children are both entranced by the hidden pictures on the back of the cereal box. I come out of my coffee reverie to remind them that they don't have time for that nonsense. I give them 5-7 minute updates about the time, reminding them ever so gently and lovingly that they should be getting dressed, brushing teeth, packing bags. Yeah, right. I started harping on them to hurry up. Darling daughter puts down the cereal box and is holding the cat against her will. Reminder from me to get upstairs - the bus comes in like, 5 minutes.

I see the bus through the back yard at the neighbor's house. I call out a warning. Darling daughter comes tearing past me in a panic looking for her journal. Yes, the journal that she LIED to me and told me was already packed. In between taunting her about the time, number one son says "Why do I smell nail polish?"

Oh my gosh, somebody hold me back!!! I swear I need a whip.

No more Ms. Nice Guy. I'm going to start the day with a loud whistle, a bucket of ice water and a drill sargeant from the local National Guard office.

I can NOT believe that she had the audacity to put on nail polish when she was late. She did not brush her teeth or her hair! She went flying out of the house, with her backpack flying behind her to race to the corner as her very nice bus driver waited for her. I am so taking away all of her nail polish. It's a beautiful day and she's grounded. What else can I do? I really can't beat her or pull out her fingernails.

Arghhhh.

Enjoy the day. I need a Prozac or something.

Aaahhh

Mondays.

I really should plan on getting up earlier so that I can be better prepared for them.

The flurry of cereal boxes and bowls, the cats clamoring for a nibble of canned tuna, the dog frantically woofing to be let out for a morning pee, the lunches and snacks and garbagemen in the street.

All I want is a peaceful spot for my morning coffee without hollering for my kids to hurry with 7 minute warnings about the time. ::::sigh:::

Anyway, Feliz Cinco De Mayo!

We're having tacos at mi casa este noche. It's a kid favorite and appropriate for the occasion. Maybe it's not creative or a culinary masterpiece, but it'll do.

Hmmm, I can spice things up a bit with margaritas for moi. (yesh, I *know that's French) Or maybe make the kids eat wearing serapes and big hats. What do you think?

Enjoy the day.

Sundays

.... are a day of rest, it appears.

I just got back from doing the CROP Walk with darling daughter and some folks from a consortium of churches. It was a 5 mile walk, but dd and I bailed out at about the 3.5 to 4 mile mark. Frankly, I was glad that she started pooping out and getting a little surly, because my dogs were hot and tired. Woof.

Remember the last time I took an extended walk? This was a bit better, and a much faster pace, but my you-know-what still hurts - the stitches are *still healing and I'm still on antibiotics to clear up an infection I developed under the stitches and soft tissue. Ugh.

So thats my story and I'm stickin' to it.

It couldn't *possibly be because I'm out of shape or eat too much ice cream, right?

Anyway, I'm back at the ranch and resting my tootsies and fighting off the urge to nap, and I'm surfing around to my favorite blogs, boards, and games and it seems like almost everyone is taking the day off.

Harumph. I might actually have to go fold laundry.

Number one son won his baseball game and got a few good hits. Darling husband is relaxing (I hear snoring) in front of a hockey game, and darling daughter finished her homework and is trying to clean her room (that's because I threatened to toss it all).

Now if only I didn't have to cook dinner. :::sigh:::

Enjoy the day.

more addictions

I went grocery shopping last night on the way home from the Y.

It's probably not a good idea to shop on a Friday night, when you're hungry and tired. I wasn't going to do BIG SHOPPING.

Just a FEW QUICK THINGS for breakfast. You know, maybe $30-40.

Uh-huh. I spent $154.73

Not that I didn't need most of it, but I think I got carried away on skin care products. I needed moisturizer, and I've been thinking of improving my skin care routine. Something drastic like actually removing my make-up before I go to bed and something to get into my frown furrows. (is it any wonder I have *those?)

I definitely got confused between all the cleanser and moisturizer choices. Did I need an invigorating or a renewing scrub? Anti-aging or age-defying? Micro-beads or alpha-hydroxy something or other? Intense wrinkle-filling serum or night-time eye defense cream? I ended up buying too much and blowing some of my grocery budget.

The other aisles were easy - a few cereals, milk, eggs, some juice boxes and snacks for the kids, cat food... oh and let's just grab some ice cream, it's been a while.

I was going to grab a half gallon of Turkey Hill or Perry's or Wegmans, but I was thinking about how I missed out on Ben and Jerry's FREE CONE DAY. :-(

.... And about how much I used to love Rainforest Crunch (discontinued), Wavy Gravy (discontinued), Dastardly Mash (discontinued), and Phish Food (still around) and Chunky Monkey (still around).

So I decided to try Creme Brulee. I bought it on Friday night. At around 10 PM.
When I was making dinner tonight I had the last 2 spoonfuls. That's all that was left after I forced myself to put it away last night. You might have noticed the sticky keys on last night's post.

Definitely an addiction that my rapidly expanding waistline doesn't need.