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.

I'm Awesome!

Let me just say, I have the best friends in the world.  The above is a picture of a necklace that my friend Lisa got for me when she and her soon to be husband, BJ, took their daughter to RAW.  Now, how great is it that she is out with her family, sees something that made her think of me, then buys that thing?  The reason she got it for me is because last year, I'm awesome was my slogan, per say.  I made all of our friends shirts for the brickyard that said something that would fit their personality and the way they drink.  My husband's said "Drink like a champion today".  Mine said, "I don't get drunk, I get awesome".  Everyone wore them on Saturday to practice and we got many complements.  I plan on doing the same thing this year as we have already bought tickets to the race and rented the RV for camping.  I'm so excited about this upcoming weekend even though it's not for 4 full months away. 

The kids are on spring break this week and we are having a very nice time doing things around town.  Monday, we went downtown to Circle Center and shopped.  We ate lunch at Jonny Rocket's even thought I really wanted to go to Champs.  We sat at the bar and played songs from the jukebox.  Then we walked to the circle and had dessert at the Chocolate Factory.  It was yummy.  Tuesday, my sister had her twins 10 weeks early, so we went to the hospital to see her.  Don't worry, they are going to be ok as long as they don't get infections.  They were both over 3lbs, which is fantastic.  They'll be in the hospital for 10 weeks or so.  After that we went to the eye doctor.  Dylan has had glasses since he was 4, but Hannah hasn't needed them, until now.  She is near sighted and so we picked out glasses for her.  45 minutes later....she finally found a pair she likes.  They are white plastic frames.  I hope she'll still like them in 3 months.  Today, we've done nothing.  And it has been fantastic.  Tomorrow, Children's Museum and Friday we are going to the movies and then they are staying all night at the in-laws!  Of course this means I get date night with my husband.  It's not really date night though, all we ever do is go the bar and play cards.  But I don't mind, I'm not doing to badly at cards here lately.

I know it's not that funny.  I know it's not even that interesting.  But it will be nice for me to look back and read this blog and remember that I have good friends and am having a nice time with my kids on their spring break.  Oh, I also got that job!  Yay me!  I can't wait to start.  I hope I enjoy it as much as I think I will.  I also hope I make money at it as much as I hope I will.

I do not have A gun...

Why is it that I have great subjects to write about when I'm in the car, or about to fall asleep, or falling asleep in the bath tub, but when I sit down to write the blog, all idea's fly out of my head never to return again?  It's dementia.  Great, I'm in Perri-menopause and I have the beginning stages of Alzheimer's. 

With all this aging, I find myself remembering being young (even though these memories are only from 16 years ago).  One of my favorite memories came back to me this week when I was watching Wayne's World.  My best friend in high school, Cathy, (she was also my roommate after high school 'til my now husband knocked me up and I felt it was necessary to move to Ohio to be with him) and I would watch Saturday Night Live when I'd stay all night at her house, which was every weekend.  So of course we went to the movies to see Wayne's World.  I must say, this movie is one of my favorite slap happy comedies.  Even watching it the other day I was laughing so hard I had to re-wind it to catch what I had missed.  My favorite part of the movie is when Stacy gives Wayne a birthday gift (mind you it's not his birthday) and it's a gun rack.  His response is "I don't have A gun, let alone multiple guns to necessitate an entire gun rack, what am I going to do with a gun rack?" I don't know why I think that is so funny, but I do. 

Now, at this point in watching the movie, I'm reminded of how simple things make me laugh.  And I don't have to be drunk to laugh at simple things either (but a good buzz does seem to make it happen a little more often).  I laugh at things like the commercial I just saw on T.V. with the local weather man telling people "turn around, don't drown" during a flash flood.  Duh! If I see you driving through high water, I'm going to laugh at you while I call 911, idiot. 

And of course my kids make me laugh all the time.  Hannah is so literal, I can't help but laugh at the way she thinks.  Of course I don't do this in front of her, that would only hurt her feelings (which are all haywire right now anyway because she's a 12 year old girl).  But I do laugh in my mind, cause it's so funny.  For example, today she filled out a survey at school about drug use.  She came home all worked up because she had to check "yes" under "have you ever drank wine".  Now, let me tell you, she has never "drank" wine.  She has tasted wine at church with communion 3 times in her entire life.  And when I say tasted, I mean literally touched wine to her tongue, not even enough to need to swallow.  She didn't like it so I told her she didn't have to take the wine, she can just take communion.  I don't take the wine because although it's blessed as the Blood of Christ, it is 100 people drinking out of the same wine glass.  Germs, lots of germs.  Anyway, I got off subject, my kids make me laugh.  Dylan is purposefully funny, and very much likes to make you laugh.  His feelings are hurt if you don't laugh at what he says.  And he says things like "Yeah, we had to let Sanders go so we can keep Peyton, it's OK though, we'll be alright."  I know it doesn't sound funny, but remember he's nine and sometimes I think he thinks he's actually on the team.  He's just like his dad, can't wash his jersey when the Colts are on a winning streak, has to have his Colts socks on during the game, etc, etc.  If you could see him watching Nascar, you'd get enough laughs to last you the week. 

I'm about to become very busy so I hope to have a lot to write about soon.  My weekly schedule looks like this:  Monday, guitar lessons; Tuesday, baseball practice; Wednesday, gymnastics; Thursday, class; Friday, out with friends; Saturday, class/baseball game; Sunday, church/cleaning house.  And, I've been interviewing out the yin yang the past few weeks.  Hopefully I'll get a job soon, I just started to get somewhat bored.  Although, I am glad I'm not working this week cause finals are kicking my butt. 

Until next time...don't forget to laugh...at your friends, at yourself and at the stupid things that happen everyday.  Much love!

Something Big

I've decided to do something big.  I have an idea, but I need money (as everything big takes money to start).  My problem is, I know no one with money to invest.  And since you can't do anything without knowing someone first, my idea probably isn't going to happen.  I don't want to be famous, but I'd like to do something that will make me money and make me happy.  Strike that.  I'd like to do something that will make me happy and make me money.  I'd like to have a college fund for my kids before they start college.  And I'd like to have my student loans paid off before my kids start college as well.  I know I sort of did things backwards.  I got pregnant, then married, all at the age of 20.  I stayed home to raise my kids for a while, then found a job that paid well.  After being at that job for a while, I went to college.  See, it's all backwards.  And I don't regret that at all.  I'm still married and my kids are fantastic.  But being in a situation of no longer having a job and still being in school, I'm looking for something more than what I've already done.  Therefore, I'm going to do something big.  Or at least I'm going to look into it...

Funny story

It's been a busy couple of weeks for me, even though I don't have a job.  Well, a job that pays me money that is.  I've had some interviews, done a couple of jewelry shows, worked out with friends and worked on homework.  I know, none of that is funny right?  Well, today Dylan had a birthday party to go to at a certain pizza joint that has games and such.  I decided that I would take Hannah for lunch there as well instead of just dropping Dylan off.  While Hannah and I were playing games, she found a game that she won a bunch of tickets on the last time we were there.  As we walked up to the game she said something which sounded like "This game totally raped me last time we were here."  Of course I responded with "what?".  She actually said "This game totally nabbed my money the last time we were here."  How I heard raped instead of nabbed, I have no idea, but I did have to hold in a laugh because I thought it was so funny that I thought my 12 year old said such a thing.

On another note, Weight Watchers is totally working.  I'm down 7 pounds and 4 inches in my waist.  Plus inches lost in my thighs and hips.  Now, if I could just get my arms under control.  Back to yoga I guess.  I do love yoga but classes are so expensive and I'm not disaplined enough to do it everyday at home.  But I guess I'm just going to have to do it, I mean it is free on my TV.  And as I sit here watching the Victoria Secret fashion show (E! pre-Oscar red carpet show), I think "I can look like that"!  Right, maybe if I were 8" taller and a D cup.  But I'm doing my best to at least look good naked.  Yep, that's my goal, to look good naked.  Whose with me?