Anyway- I started it. Points for me.
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Sunday, February 12, 2012
February Ten on Ten: It is neither the tenth nor contains ten- discuss
For being part of the Ten on Ten Project this is a pretty poor showing. There are not ten photos and today is not the tenth... I was clicking away on Friday and then all of a sudden life got in the way... or I left my camera in the car and it was 700 degrees below zero out and the kids were crazy and I was hungry and sleep deprived and too lazy to go out and rescue the poor thing. Or something.
Anyway- I started it. Points for me.
Anyway- I started it. Points for me.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
paging my rich and long lost relative!
i guess i can sorta maybe admit that i might on occasion when absolutely unavoidable spend too much money... can you sense the reluctant admittance. that is the first step to all self-help programs, right? simply admitting a problem- i am nearly there.
gifts- overdone.
stuff- overdone.
groceries- i can coupon my tail off but still... overdone.
even if i try and try to NOT buy, i am a sucker for buying, especially clearance/sale items and even if i am on a spending freeze, my smart little psyche tends to talk itself into needing instead of wanting.
case in point: exhibit A- cute little boho flats from Target that i absolutely had to buy because Thursday brought the great shoe debacle of February 12'
but they were darling- cheap- and look startlingly like the new Toms ballet flats. they didn't give a spare pair to a child though so naturally that means i HAVE to purchase an actual pair of Toms ballet flats. crazy how it all works, you know? my mind i mean. side note: have you seen the new "Bobs" shoes? same idea as the not-for-profit Toms, only they are totally for profit for Sketchers... i just can't get on board, maybe if they had picked a more obvious copy-cat name like Zoms or something. anyway, i had made a very poor shoe choice on that faithful thursday morning. actually it was a poor thrifted and adorable boot choice (now i now why they were in that thrift store to begin with) and when my bloodied and cramping feet limped into Target for a few items they whimpered to my eager ears that they couldn't stand and lecture for another three hours that evening without forcing me to dissolve into tears in front of a bunch of college kids who already think i am a loon. so the new shoes were purchased and have joined the ranks with the other happy shoes in my life.
exhibit B- me (yes i took this picture right now sitting at the computer). sad, sad me without a thing to wear tonight.
if it was not our once monthly "broke weekend" i would be running right out to look for something new. we have to go to a banquet with one of my husband's athletes tonight but i would like to be a little festive since it is almost valentines day and all and this is probably the closest we will get to a romantic rendezvous. but i'm not running- i'm still sitting because i am almost sorta peaking my head out of the spend too much money closet. but i might stay in here because i like the shoes and there is plenty of space for more. i'll let you know, right after i stop perusing the internet for sales.
gifts- overdone.
stuff- overdone.
groceries- i can coupon my tail off but still... overdone.
even if i try and try to NOT buy, i am a sucker for buying, especially clearance/sale items and even if i am on a spending freeze, my smart little psyche tends to talk itself into needing instead of wanting.
case in point: exhibit A- cute little boho flats from Target that i absolutely had to buy because Thursday brought the great shoe debacle of February 12'
but they were darling- cheap- and look startlingly like the new Toms ballet flats. they didn't give a spare pair to a child though so naturally that means i HAVE to purchase an actual pair of Toms ballet flats. crazy how it all works, you know? my mind i mean. side note: have you seen the new "Bobs" shoes? same idea as the not-for-profit Toms, only they are totally for profit for Sketchers... i just can't get on board, maybe if they had picked a more obvious copy-cat name like Zoms or something. anyway, i had made a very poor shoe choice on that faithful thursday morning. actually it was a poor thrifted and adorable boot choice (now i now why they were in that thrift store to begin with) and when my bloodied and cramping feet limped into Target for a few items they whimpered to my eager ears that they couldn't stand and lecture for another three hours that evening without forcing me to dissolve into tears in front of a bunch of college kids who already think i am a loon. so the new shoes were purchased and have joined the ranks with the other happy shoes in my life.
exhibit B- me (yes i took this picture right now sitting at the computer). sad, sad me without a thing to wear tonight.
if it was not our once monthly "broke weekend" i would be running right out to look for something new. we have to go to a banquet with one of my husband's athletes tonight but i would like to be a little festive since it is almost valentines day and all and this is probably the closest we will get to a romantic rendezvous. but i'm not running- i'm still sitting because i am almost sorta peaking my head out of the spend too much money closet. but i might stay in here because i like the shoes and there is plenty of space for more. i'll let you know, right after i stop perusing the internet for sales.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
you are my sunshine
in case you haven't noticed, it's february! i can't believe that this excuse for a winter is cruising on by and giving us no snow... the dusting of last month does not even count. unless i can be snuggled up on the couch with a blanket watching the flakes fall, it does not count.
but even though i love a good snow i can't help but be thankful for the sunshine and high temps that gave us some days outside this week. the kids were like bottled up crazies let loose (or wait, there is no simile there, they actually WERE bottled up crazies let loose) running around playing on the swingset, with the chalk, in the rocks, moss and dirt, on the porch, with the baseball set, with the bike, on the porch, on the wall, on the steps... they were everywhere!
but even though i love a good snow i can't help but be thankful for the sunshine and high temps that gave us some days outside this week. the kids were like bottled up crazies let loose (or wait, there is no simile there, they actually WERE bottled up crazies let loose) running around playing on the swingset, with the chalk, in the rocks, moss and dirt, on the porch, with the baseball set, with the bike, on the porch, on the wall, on the steps... they were everywhere!
Saturday, February 4, 2012
could've done without that
oh this week.
this past week has truly been one of the worst weeks ever. i am choosing to not get into it here for many reasons but believe me when i say it was full of bad news and drama and i hope to never go through what we went through ever again.
the chances of it all happening once were so very low that i can't see how the universe would bring it on again but tonight i saw quite a coincidence so it would probably wise if i never thought of it all again.
today has been better. much much better. but i am so metally exhausted that i can hardly be present for these beautiful kiddos when they are pulling and pushing me in all directions and it makes me feel like a horrible momma. all i want to do is lay around and watch tv or play on the computer but of course, that is not how i can roll.
these kids are friends for maybe six hours a week so whenever they want to play together i am completely excited and try to get as much done as i can until they decide to go all linebacker on each other and the perfection cracks. this evening was one of those rare moments and they were using their fun time to run in circles around the house giggling.
Suddenly there is hacking. They are both getting over a cold.
Then there is wretching. Damn, my hands are covered in food so I do a quick wash and turn around as N comes in all red and leaning over the tile floor coughing. He is my puker. He pukes if he coughs, when he cries too hard, if he gets something stuck in his throat. I have probably cleaned up 750 piles of puke in the four years since he colored my world (in fact, his sheets were simultaneously being washed from being puked on) and it sucks every time.
But wait- the wretching and hacking are still going and I am looking at N who is done. How random that A is in the other room throwing up at the EXACT SAME TIME. It was gastrointestinal anarchy! Both kids yacking up identical and concurrent puke piles in separate rooms. Talk about a coincidence...
this past week has truly been one of the worst weeks ever. i am choosing to not get into it here for many reasons but believe me when i say it was full of bad news and drama and i hope to never go through what we went through ever again.
the chances of it all happening once were so very low that i can't see how the universe would bring it on again but tonight i saw quite a coincidence so it would probably wise if i never thought of it all again.
today has been better. much much better. but i am so metally exhausted that i can hardly be present for these beautiful kiddos when they are pulling and pushing me in all directions and it makes me feel like a horrible momma. all i want to do is lay around and watch tv or play on the computer but of course, that is not how i can roll.
these kids are friends for maybe six hours a week so whenever they want to play together i am completely excited and try to get as much done as i can until they decide to go all linebacker on each other and the perfection cracks. this evening was one of those rare moments and they were using their fun time to run in circles around the house giggling.
Suddenly there is hacking. They are both getting over a cold.
Then there is wretching. Damn, my hands are covered in food so I do a quick wash and turn around as N comes in all red and leaning over the tile floor coughing. He is my puker. He pukes if he coughs, when he cries too hard, if he gets something stuck in his throat. I have probably cleaned up 750 piles of puke in the four years since he colored my world (in fact, his sheets were simultaneously being washed from being puked on) and it sucks every time.
But wait- the wretching and hacking are still going and I am looking at N who is done. How random that A is in the other room throwing up at the EXACT SAME TIME. It was gastrointestinal anarchy! Both kids yacking up identical and concurrent puke piles in separate rooms. Talk about a coincidence...
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