Friday, November 20, 2009
I was going to write a post all about if I heard ONE MORE THING ABOUT THAT STINKIN TWLIGHT MOVIE, I'M GONNA CUT MY EARS OFF AND MAIL THEM TO KSTEW AND TELL HER TO QUIT MAKING MOVIES SO I CAN QUIT HEARING ABOUT THEM.
I actually texted a friend yesterday and said: Ok. It's official. I'm checking out of planet Earth until Twilight and Obama mania are both over.
She texted me back: Yeah, it would be nice but then I might miss Gosselin scoop and that just can't happen.
Touche, good friend. Touche.
So instead of writing a Twilight hatred post (PS I IN NO WAY think I am better than you if you like twilight. You're probably reading this somewhere scratching your head, saying, "No one but you cares about the Gosselins or Speidi anymore. DEAL WITH IT LADY."), I decided to tell you something kind of gross that happened to me today.
You are welcome for that.
I was at Marshall's. In the dressing room. Trying on clothes. With two children. Because I'm a glutton for punishment apparently. I looked down on the ground and saw that a bobby pin (at first I typed "booby pin" hee) had fallen out of my hair. So I picked it up and stuck it back in it's place.
A couple of hours later, we got home and I was taking my hair down. And I had an extra bobby pin in my hair. That pin I had picked up off the floor did not actually belong to me. I had been walking around with some unknown person's bobby pin in my hair for like two hours!
Everyone all together now: EWWWWWWWW!
Friday, November 13, 2009
So I have this jean jacket. I got it my freshman year of college. So I've had it for .... well, a decade, to be totally honest. My grandma got it for me fore Christmas. I don't know what she spent on it, but it was well worth it.
A few weeks ago, a best friend confronted me about the jacket. We had an intervention. It was time for a new jean jacket. Seriously, there are holes in the elbows. Every year when I get it out, Colin groans.
So now, in the spirit of Amy's Bargain's of the Week (should this be a weekly feature?), let me just tell you that I got a new one for $10. It was originally $30 (which I would have totally spent), marked half off and then I had a 30% off coupon. I felt pretty awesome. There were only three left in the store. One in my size. Aforementioned best friend was nice enough to grab it for me before someone else got it.
See my new buddy here. Get used to it. It'll be around for 10 years or so.
Oh, and PS I have a whole post coming about Halloween. Two weeks later. Anticipation runs wild.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Cason got a plastic dr. kit. He's loving it of course. This afternoon, I gave the kids some fruit loops and the dr. kit and they played almost silently FOR LIKE 30 WHOLE MINUTES. Like, to the point where I almost would have forgot I had kids had I not been sitting there folding their laundry.
Cason came in and asked me if he could take my temperature (Tangent: Why is "temperature" the most adorable and hilarious mispronounced word that kids say? Every kid says it differently and each way is so cute I can hardly stand it. Cason says, "pimperator" which is especially hilarious because my three year old is saying "pimp.").
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Cason was taking my "pimperator" under my arm (THANK GOODNESS). When he took it out, I said, "So, what's my temperature?" He said, "Um, twenty five dollars."
Wow. He's got that doctor act down pat.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Running into a fellow blogger at Target and your child is throwing a knock down drag out temper tantrum. Like, laying in the floor screaming and kicking. Screaming to where the entire store could hear him.
Dara unfortunately missed the greatest theatrics when we were in the checkout line and Cason ripped his shirt off in protest off...well I never really figured out what he was protesting, but his shirt came off nonetheless.
But the trip did have a bright side. I got two packages of wipes. One for free and I got paid $1.oo for the other one. Somewhere Coupon Princess is rolling her eyes saying, "Big whoop. I haven't paid for groceries in 16 years!"
Monday, November 02, 2009
Scene: Driving home from trick or treating, Kendall is in the back seat screaming. Colin leans back to give her some candy corn.
Emily: Don't give that child any more candy.
Colin: Why not? She's screaming her head off.
Emily: I'll try some other things to get her quiet. But don't give her any more candy. Someone in this family has to show a little restraint.
Colin: So is that what you call eating half a jumbo bag of fun size snickers...."restraint"?