New Shoes

I have stated before that I have a tiny shopping addiction.  I have been to the mall 4 times in less than a week.  And yes, I did buy something all 4 times.  And yes, I do have an excuse for such actions.  First, my friends and I had very big plans to go to prom on Friday and I needed things for the event.  Hair things, earrings, a corset.  And it all made the prom more fabulous!  I wore a little black dress and so did my friends.  We stopped at a downtown staple for drinks before the dance, and I must say that I love it when I get dressed up and people turn their heads as I walk by.  It makes me feel....sexy?  We had so much fun.  We drank and danced and ended the night with Taco Bell.  It was fantastic and I can't wait to do it again next year!

Today, I returned to the mall to get my husband's watch fixed and pick up a couple of DS games for the kid's Easter Baskets.  Now, yesterday my boss told me that I can't show the tattoo on my foot when I wear skirts or cropped pants.  And since I plan on wearing skirts and cropped pants all summer long, I needed new shoes that look good with skirts but cover the top of my foot.  I got three pair.  They are awesome!  I love them.  My husband hates them.  He made this rule that every time I buy a new pair of shoes I have to get rid of an old pair.  This doesn't work for me.  Shoes aren't like furniture.  You don't just get rid of the old because you bought something new.  First of all, I don't buy regular shoes.  Almost all of my shoes are 3 or 4 inch heels and are very different from any other shoes I own.  And I need them.  And second of all, shoes are the sweet part of my shopping addiction.  For example, an alcoholic has a specific kind of alcohol they drink more than other types of alcohol.  I like to buy shoes more than anything else.  Shoes also make me feel sexy.  So, when I'm out in a great pair of shoes and men turn their heads when I walk by...well, then I feel super sexy.  Even if I'm not. 

Some people like chocolate, some people like to play video games, some people like to sleep.  I like to shop, at the mall, and buy shoes.  I don't think there is anything wrong with that, do you?  Maybe it's a good thing I'm working now, I won't have as much time to just "run to the mall" anymore.  Of course, my new job is just down the street from The Fashion Mall...  Lunch break shopping, anyone?

Crack me up funny...

So, I'm playing cards yesterday and I get the following text from my daughter, "While you're out, can you please pick me up some new bras cause these are squeezing the crap out of me."  Of course I burst out laughing because it was just so funny that she would send me a text about this subject.  But wait, it gets better.  I do as she ask and pick her up 2 new bras while I'm out getting some things to make their lunches for the week.  Of course this means I was at a store where you can get bras and food, and it wasn't Wal-Mart because I really don't like Wal-Mart.  Anyway, I get home and she tries them on and they are a little big.  Now, it is very difficult to be in-between sizes on bras.  She was a 34 so I got a 36, still in a training bra.  Well, the 36 is a little big because she had the 34 on the tightest notch and the straps needed to be loosened.  She didn't need new bras, she needed to adjust the ones she already has.  So, now she has 2 bras that should fit in about 2 months or so.

But wait!  That's not all!  My son thinks his liver is in his penis.  I'm not kidding either.  We were talking about cancer on our way home from church and Dylan was asking about my mom's liver.  She has cancer in her liver but it isn't liver cancer.  So I'm explaining this to Dylan and he says "Is my liver where I think it is".  Of course I have to respond with "Where do you think your liver is", and he whispers "my penis".  He's 9 and I have no idea why he thinks his liver is in his penis.  Especially when he know girls don't have a penis.  He must have thought my moms liver is in her vagina, but I didn't ask him to find out.  I just explained to him, while I was trying not to laugh, that the liver is on the left side of abdomen, across from the stomach.  He said, "Oh, O.K." and that was it. 

As you can read, my kids keep me cracked up all the time.  And this weekend was a darn funny one.  Hope you got some laughs this weekend too!

Name Calling

Someone called me a bitch last night.  And she didn't even have the nerve to say it to my face.  That's how I know I really got under her skin.  And all I did was sit there and say nothing, I didn't even roll my eyes when she started bragging about the expensive things her husband buys her.  I didn't say anything or roll my eyes because I really don't care.  I do care, however, that I have a deep disgust for this person.  So deep that I didn't even realize how much I dislike her until she was sitting across from me.  It's been a while since I've seen this person and although I haven't personally had words with her in a while, I know that she has spoken very badly of me to many people I know.  It's all very juvenile.  So juvenile in fact, that is the whole reason I can't be friends with her anymore.  I guess I should back up a little.  She and I were very good friends for a very short time.  Long story short, we had a falling out, tried to make up, had another falling out, tried to make up, then I heard she was saying very mean things about me and my friends.  She's called me (and others) a fake bitch, two faced and weak.   Now, there are times that I can pull off being a bitch, but most of the time I'm just happy and jolly.  I'm not at all two faced, I don't talk about others behind their back.  In fact, I know she will read this blog at some point and therefore I'm not even writing about her behind her back, so take that!  And as far as being weak...yeah,  not so much.  It takes a very strong, patient person to sit across from someone who has been so mean to you over a long period of time and not say anything.  It takes a lot of poise to not give dirty looks or say anything about such person right after they step out the door.  I'm the strongest person you've ever met.  My strength comes from my core.  If I wasn't strong, I'd be divorced because I wouldn't have the strength to fight for what I believe in.  If I was weak, I be on anti-depressants because I wouldn't know how to deal with the stress of a family, work (well, looking for a job, which I found, yay me), school and finances. 

I actually feel very sorry for this person who hates me so much.  She's so negative all the time.  I can't imagine what it must be like to wake up everyday and be so pissed off at the world.  To need to have things bought for me just to make me feel better about myself.  To be so bitter that nobody wants to be your friend.  I hope I'm never like that.  I hope I always try to see both sides of the situation and find optimistic options for the resolution to the issue at hand.  That's how I am now, that's how I've always been.  When I was young it made me very naive.  Now, that I'm older, and wiser (she says as she throws her head back and laughs) I am optimistic AND realistic.  Age, marriage and children will do that to you.  And I wouldn't change it for the world.  I love my positive attitude and I hope it rubs off on the people I'm around.

On another note, I found a great job and I start next week!  I can't wait, I was just starting to get bored being off work.  Dylan's started baseball practice, Hannah's in gymnastics and then Dylan's in guitar lessons too.  So, things are getting super busy.  I hope I can keep up with the new work schedule, practices and school.  Wish me luck, or at the least pray for me.  And I'll pray for you this spring too.  I'll pray that your yard is beautiful, your family is happy and healthy, and that you enjoy every moment of every day.  And that you laugh at the names that people call you, because that is always the best response.