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Single tired mom of four. Lover of chocolate and coffee - not necessarily in that order. Lover of Jesus, photographer by trade, Photoshop junkie and crime TV watcher.

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If You’re Looking for an Alternative Use for Those Plastic Grocery Bags…..

April 23, 2009

Reuse and recycle, that’s what I say. 

However, I did almost wet myself when I happened upon this sight!

Doodie booties…who knew?

Class Break

September 15, 2008

365/214

 

I ran out of class tonight along side a couple male classmates to find snacks and use the phone.  Time was about up, so I wandered back upstairs and into the bathroom before going back to class.

I admired the trendy facility, which I had never been in until tonight.  As I exited the stall, to my horror was the fifty-year-old male classmate that I had just walked outside with.   He was facing the wall and didn’t realize I was there, which was a good thing because I was frozen in my spot, all the while trying to process why he was in the women’s room.

In the seconds that followed, every conceivable thought raced through my head. “Is, he in the women’s room, am I in the men’s room…is this a communal bathroom I should know about?” It suddenly hit me, I must be in the men’s room, (although there were no urinals in sight,) and I had no where to run. 

To avoid trying to hide, then getting caught, if saw me trying to duck back into the stall, I blurted out from behind him, “Oh my gosh, I am in the men’s room!” 

He turned around completely startled and started to laugh hysterically at the hilarity of the situation, which was by the way a good thing considering, I was laughing out of control by this point.

I calmly walked over to the sink and proceeded to wash my hands, (and spotted the urinals in an out of the way location.)  Just then a twenty-something came through the door.  I laughed and looked at him, “Sorry, wrong bathroom.  You don’t mind if I finish washing my hands do you?”

He politely smiled and stood there dumbfounded by the door until I was finished.  I walked out with my head up, laughing at myself all the way back to class.  My poor classmate was laughing so hard, I didn’t think he would recover.

Although this was all very funny, it seems like these kinds of things are becoming much more common place.  I’m a bit afraid to find out what I’ll do next.  And no suggestions please. 

Setting Me Straight

March 1, 2008

Project 365 – Day 17

I bought some fancy schmancy infused olive oil with garlic and rosemary to use for carb dipping today.  It’s amazing to me how much effect labeling and presentation can sway us.  But it didn’t do a thing for Bella.   She wasn’t taken in or conned by the fancy looking bottle stuffed with herbs and garlic. 

“Look mommy, it’s got grass in it!”

Time Out with Jesus

January 14, 2008

I’m sure by the title you may think you know where I am going with this post, but you would probably be wrong.

My sister and brother in law recently moved into a relatives mansion due to some difficult circumstances. My question to her was, “I know you always wanted to live in a nice house, but did you have to take this route to get here?” Fortunately all of us have very poor taste in jokes and we’re all good with my bad attempt at humor.

Her cousin who owns this 7000 sf. beauty and the 15000 sf. home right next door that he has been renovating for four years, collects sculpture, art and antiques from around the world to use in his home next door as soon as it is completed. Meanwhile, my sister and brother-in-law live side by side with several 6ft. statues of Roman soldiers with weaponry, statues of angels, several pianos, and ornate furnishings that would take an army to lift. But my personal favorite that adorns the foyer is this 8ft. statue of Jesus, also known as… the time out chair.

Yep, you heard it right….this is where naughty little boys go to think over their actions, which might sound something like this….

“You know what happened to God’s only son, so you had better shape up quick!”

Of course the hilarity of this provoked me to ask where I could get my own 8ft. statue of Jesus because I can’t think of a better place to spend time out. Although, I think I would have to paper mache it because I probably couldn’t afford a 2 ft. statue of Jesus and somehow I don’t think the 2ft. version would have quite the same effect.

Anyway…

Now to Markdown Monday, which I already almost forgot to post. UGH…grey matter overload.

Today Corduroy is on sale for 30% off! Don Freeman’s classic character, Corduroy, is even more popular today then he was when he first came on the scene over thirty years ago. These favorite titles are ready for another generation of children to love. Hardcover · 28 pages. · Ages 3-8… List Price $16.99 Sale Price 11.89!

 

Oh My…..

January 2, 2006

So yesterday I wake up to find five or so inches of snow on the ground. I got up and made coffee and let Sarah ( my eleven year old) know that she can make her usual five bucks for shoveling the driveway. So my hubby, unbeknownst to me, proceeds out to the driveway and starts to shovel.

So why would that be a problem you may ask? Well my darling husband, has for the last six months, been on crutches with an external fixator ( looks like an Erector set) attached to the bones in his lower leg. Which also means it cannot be covered and his leg and foot are bare.

So your next question may be, how does he shovel with a broken leg & crutches? Well how else, on his knees!

I swear, the neighbors must think I am Cruella DeVille! He might as well wear a sign around his neck that says my wife made me do this! Oh what will I do with this man! 
I know, move on. 

Baby awake, gotta run.

Your Sins Will Find You Out

January 1, 2006

My mother always told me not bother trying to get away with bad behavior because your sins would always find you out.  And of course Friday was a perfect example of that truth.

 

As I pulled into the packed grocery store parking lot, I drove around and around, finally locating one available spot.  I rushed through the store, and out, lugging my little one and my eleven year old running behind, with the full carriage. A typical crazy day.  I loaded the bags into the Jeep and strapped everyone in, when a woman who was parked next to me walked up to her car to load her groceries.

 

I picked up my phone to call my friend, to see if I could swing by to drop something off.  I of course was dialing the number and not really paying much attention to the following events.  It appeared ( by body language ) the woman felt that I had parked too close, (even though I had more than a carriage width between the cars.)  As I continued to dial the number, the woman whipped open her door and slammed it into my Jeep.  Since my car was running, and she looked upset, I assumed it wasn’t an accident. 

 

My ADD kicked in and I became so engaged in watching the woman next to the car, I forgot that my ear piece was on and the house phone of my friend was ringing.  The woman continued to load her groceries and I decided I would make a quick escape before things got ugly.  As I started to slowly drive away, she pushed her car door open and hit my car again and started to mouth obscenities.  Well my flesh, reared it’s ugly head, right at the same time my friends answering machine was picking up,) and well, I guess I need not go into detail but it wasn’t pretty.  All of a sudden, a horrifying feeling washed over me, as I realized that the whole vile occurance had just been recorded by my friends answering machine!

 

Shame and ebarrassment washed over me, and I started to laugh hysterically, no doubt from shock.  Not only did I act unkindly in front of my children but now there was recorded proof of how unmerciful I could be.  As I drove to my friends house to explain and to ask for forgiveness, the reality became crystal clear. I was more concerned about what my friend thought of my horrible outburst than Jesus, who sees all of them.

 

The one thing that is clear about this lesson … It won’t be the last time I have to learn it.

 

Gotta run..