I guess I know where I stand

So I took a personality test. I know, I know. They're dumb. I don't put much stock in them, that's for sure. But this one was pretty good. The questions are totally loaded, and you know exactly what they're after, but still, it's interesting. And for me lately, I needed something.

Do you ever have that overwhelming feeling that you made a big mistake? I don't know what it was exactly, but for some reason there has been this nagging in my head that I messed up royally somewhere in my lifetime. Or perhaps my past lifetime? Who knows. It's just me being stupid. This too, shall pass.

Well here are the results, in case you were wondering.

Global Personality Test Results

Stability (23%) low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious. Orderliness (66%) moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly organized, reliable, neat, and hard working at the expense of flexibility, efficiency, spontaneity, and fun. Extraversion (50%) medium which suggests you are moderately talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting.

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Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Finally!

Anyone that knows me knows I am not a huge fan of Christmas. It's not that I don't love giving presents or anything like that, it's the chaos of the whole day. I don't do well with chaos. I like things simple and organized. I don't like a messy house, or screaming children, or wrapping paper everywhere. I know, it's only one day, but I dread it most of the season. And now it's over, so I can enjoy it. Ahhhh. That's my sigh of relief.

The kids had a good time, as you can see. They both procured their doodle bears, which were a big hit. And the Princess table and chairs was a great idea from that good ol' boy Santa. You see, we do not have a dining room table. This little Princess table will give the girls a place to sit and eat, and Sean and I can sit at the bar. All in all, I think they received more than enough presents and candy, but I think they had a good time.

Joy to the world, Maggie just puked in church....

Yes, it's true. We were at my mom's ward listening to her and my dad sing in the choir, one of my favorite holiday traditions, when suddenly out of nowhere, it all comes spewing out. How gross is that? I have had kids puke on me in several key locations in my short time as a mother. Some of which include the car, a Mexican restaurant, McDonalds, all the way from Kanab to Phoenix. But this surely takes the cake as the grossest. And stinkiest. She had been fine all morning, nothing out of the ordinary. But when we got to Sacrament meeting, she wouldn't eat the goldfish Sean had brought for her. Weird. She loves goldfish.

So, we made it through the passing of the sacrament, and the choir had just started to sing it's beautiful rendition of Joy to the World, which includes a 16 year old prodigy playing the piano perfectly, when suddenly she got that look in her eye. Now, those of you that don't yet have children will not understand. But for all you Mom's out there, you know that look. It speaks to our most paranoid parts of mom-hood. You know the look. It's the same look they get when they are going to do something wrong, or are choking on something they shouldn't be eating in the first place. It seems as though the look takes forever to register, when in all reality it only takes a split second. But you know what's coming. And up it came. Yep, milk and Frosted Flakes. Yummy. And smelly. Luckily for me, I was wearing knee high boots and most of it went streaming down my boot into my foot. Did I say luckily? Well, we thought it was safe to go screaming (in whispers of course) from the Chapel, when round 2 was upon us. This time I was not so "lucky" to save it with my boot. Poor pew. And poor people sitting anywhere near us. So a-sloshing I go out to the foyer, mouthing "I'm sorry" to my mom as I leave.

We spent the rest of Sunday afternoon cleaning up vomit, which normally I get paid for by the way, and rocking a sick little Mags so she'd feel better. Needless to say, it was my most memorable Sacrament Meeting ever. Gross.

First post op check up

Well, today I went in for my first post op check up with the doctor that did my surgery. I am down 6.5 pounds! Actually more than that, but I didn't feel like getting butt nekkid in front of the nurse :). So I guess it's working. Yay!

Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But inside it's quite delightful. I can't believe Christmas is here. Well, not technically, but you know what I mean. We had our ward Christmas breakfast on Saturday, and of course the big guy was there. Notice the pic of Maggie. She burst into screaming fits about 1 nano second after that picture was taken. Although she was pretty excited that he gave her "nandy". And Emma was a little disappointed that it wasn't the real Santa, but she knows how busy he is this time of year, and that he need helper Santa's to go to all the parties. I don't know how long they go on believing, but I hope forever. It's the funnest thing a parent can do is play Santa. I get butterflies just like when I was a kid, only now it's better. Santa is the best.

We have so many fun things planned for the season, and it's almost over! Tonight we're riding the Polar Express to the North Pole, Saturday is my Mom's side family party, next Saturday is the girls brunch at Mimi's Cafe, and then the 22 is Emma's school sing along. Whew! I'm sure there's more, but I don't want to bring up my iCal at the moment, so I can't remember off the top of my head. All I know is the seasons get busier and shorter each year. But at least they're fun.














Here's the family tree. We've had this tree for 6 years now, and the lights are going out. It's a pre-lit tree, but I'm thinking next year it might not be. I think next year this one is going in the basement, and we'll get a 20' one for the living room. I love those tall trees. Although I'm not quite sure how to decorate them. Hmmm?

So I found a blog

That I actually quite liked. I'm not telling you what it is, because you might think less of me for liking such trash. No, no, it's nothing like that, but if you know my personality at all, it's right up my alley. It's a cute mormon housewife who tells it like it is. Cussing and all. Which is why I said, if you know me at all.... So she's griping about short days at school, and dinners to neighbors, and keeping a clean house, and just pretty much saying out loud all the things we (at least I) say internally. It's kind of refreshing to hear it, read it, whatever, out loud. But, alas, it has given me new strength to be a better housewife. I know, you're all thinking "Is that possible"? Yes, I believe it is. Last night was actually the beginning of my new ways. Now pick your mind up out of the gutter, you pervs.

No, I made a weekly menu, made a list of what I needed for said menu, and off to the store I went. ( Note the cute french menu pic I found. I especially like the "crappe" located on the lower left side. I took two years of Francais, but alas, most of the words escape my jumbled mind. Anyone with translating abilities feel free to do so. ) Back to the story. Yep, simple I know, but effective. So now I feel all good about myself like I can conquer the world, or at least the day. Next, neighbor gifts. Maybe I'll take a nap first. Although I did find some way cute candles in jars at the store for $2.50. They might just do. Except for my special neighbors, they are getting what's coming to them. Don't worry, Laura, it's mostly for Rob. So faithful reader(s), now you know what to expect from me for at least the next day or two. Super-Mormon-Stay-At-Home-Mom. Whew. I'm pooped just writing it.

I've decided kids need school.

For reasons other than to learn. Emma was home sick yesterday. She really wanted to go to school, but her nose was all goopy, and she had a horrible cough. So I thought I'd be a nice mom and give her the day off. Well, has anyone seen my ear? Because I'm pretty sure she talked it right off. I think she gets this from Grandpa. Wow, that girl can talk. I've decided kids need to go to school to get away from home, as well as to learn. I don't know what I'd do with her home all day everyday. Don't get me wrong, she's super cute, and Maggie loved having her here for the day, but I think she's better off at school. Hopefully she doesn't talk like that at school. We'd be in trouble.

TODAY IS THE DAY! THERE WILL BE MORE TO COME IN A FEW HOURS. STAY TUNED.

OKAY, ONLY 4 MORE DAYS!

A little reminder of why we should use good manners.

This is written in "Real Simple" for December as the postscript. I think it's a good idea to brush up on manners for this time of year, but also to show our kids and those around us a good example. People just don't know how to use good manners anymore, it seems. Here are situations in which it is imperative to use good manners, or at least show special politeness to other people:

1. They are older
2. They know more than you
3. They know less than you
4. They got here first
5. They have educational qualifications
6. You are in their house
7. They once helped you financially
8. They have been good to you all your life
9. They are less fortunate than you
10. They have achieved special status in the wider world
11. You are serving them in a shop
12. They are in the right
13. They are your boss
14. They work for you
15. They are a policeman/teacher/doctor/judge
16. They are in need
17. They are doing you a favor
18. They paid for the tickets
19. You phoned them, not the other way around
20. They have a menial job

Excerpted from "Talk to the Hand: The Utter Bloody Rudeness of Everyday Life (or six good reasons to stay home an bolt the door", by Lynne Truss.


As you can see, there is practically no reason NOT to use good manners. This pertains to practically every situation we're in on a day to day basis, save one. It never mentions using good manners when yelling at or disciplining your children. I guess for good reason. I'm usually not too worried about grammar when I'm bugging Emma to get going in the morning so she won't miss the bus-again!

The last one!

I am an avid reader of cheesy Mormon novels, thanks mostly to my mom. I know, they are pretty bad, but they're easy to read, and it's better than nothing. I guess it also gives you a spiritual lift and makes you feel like your life is lacking in some way because you're not having daily earth shaking spiritual experiences like those in the book. But I like them nonetheless. However, after branching out and trying this series of books by Dean Hughes, I am so glad I did. They are quite daunting due to their size, but the pages just fly by. I love WWII stuff anyway, and this is how they started out. Now I am on the second generation of kids, and at the end of their story. I started this last book last night, and I can't put it down. I can't wait to finish it, yet I want it to last forever. But, never fear, Mom's bookiness is here! She has given me the beginning of a new series. Thanks Mom. So I will have something to look forward to as this one comes to an end. It's called "A Banner Is Unfurled" by Marcie Gallacher and Kerri Robinson. It's a Church history novel, based on actual events of members. I love these kind. Just look at "The Work and The Glory". I guess I know what I'll be doing today. After I go to the grocery store, that is.

IT'S COMING IN 7 DAYS! ARE YOU READY FOR WHAT YOU MAY SEE?

The cutest "Mormon Chic" blog

You've got to check it out. www.happyjellybeans.blogspot.com

I'll put a link to it on the sidebar, since I don't know how to do it here. :) Still learning.

The best blood draw ever.

I had to get three vials of blood taken today and I was kind of scared. I don't especially love getting my blood drawn, but I'm not a huge chicken either. The last time I had it done, it hurt pretty bad, and she had to stick me twice. This time the lady really knew what she was doing. She didn't touch my skin after she wiped it with alcohol, (Kristen, you'll appreciate that), and she put the needle in and it didn't even hurt! I didn't feel a thing. So, I guess I'm a brave girl after all.

In case you are wondering why I'm getting my blood taken, I had to get a pregnancy test. So I guess that means we have some news. I guess you'll find out in a couple of weeks. Actually 9 days to be exact. I know, the suspense is killing you.

The silence of the Maggie.

Yes, it's a miracle. I don't know if it's from crying herself to sleep last night, her cold, or a combination of both, but she's lost her voice. It's so sad. And cute. It's this little crackly squeaky voice, it cracks me up. The sad thing is is I think she feels better today, she just sounds worse. I think she just needs her mommy to cuddle up with.

Feeling like CRAP!!!

Yes, I know, crap is a bad word. But sometimes not-bad words just don't describe it. Both the girls have had runny noses all weekend, and I thought they were getting over it. Hah!!! Now not only are they sicker than they were this weekend, I am too! I should have known. I read Mindy's blog and Mike said they were all sick. I must have picked up some computer virus from the blog. So here sit Maggie and I, both with runny noses, and sneezing all over each other. Poor Emma, she was sneezing like crazy and her eyes were so watery, but she would not stay home from school. She kept trying to convince me that it was her allergies. She's so sweet. I guess it's that kind of day when you stay in your jammies, drink hot cocoa, and watch Dora until you want to blow your brains out. Yep, should be fun. At least the landscapers are here to take care of all the old leaves flying around everywhere. It's about time. I wonder if they would take care of the leaf infiltration that has taken over my garage, since they should have been here a week ago. Probably not. Oh well. What do you expect for $150 a month? I personally expect better service than that, but what can I do? I complain but nothing changes. I think I'm rambling so I'm going to go now. Maybe I'll go take a nap and try to feel better. Wish me luck!

WARNING! TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY. BE PREPARED.

I am totally hooked on Grey's Anatomy.

I can't get enough of it. I wish it would be like 2 hours long, so I could just watch, and watch, and watch. It almost makes me want to go to medical school. Almost. Okay, not really, but it does make it seem funner than it probably is. I used to think that way about "Friends", but toward the end, I was just kind of "ah, no." Then it was "E.R." Same thing now, it's just not like it used to be with George Clooney and Anthony Whats-His-Face. Although I am loving Nelah, and Morris totally cracks me up. I do like the new nurse, Eve, who was the hot chick from "Third Rock", but she's gotten older, and fatter. Not that I'm one to talk, but I'm not an actress, so no one can say that about me in a public forum. I guess.

So my newest addiction is "Grey's Anatomy" which like I said before is just so cool. Plus, I wish I looked that cute in scrubs. I just look like a boxy old school marm (Is that even a word?) I just love Sandra Oh, who ever since sideways has me hooked on her quirkiness. An Patrick Dempsey, although not my instant favorite, has definitely grown on me. It took me a couple of episodes to get past the geek-mower in "Can't buy me love", but he's grown up a lot, and despite his small face, he plays the part perfectly. Izzy is another of my favorites, but I may be biased. I got a website in my email about famous Mormons, and low and behold, there she was. I don't know how true it is, but I'd like to believe it. She's darling. Anyway, each week I want to see more, and now I'm even getting past the drama of McDreamy and Meredith, and wanting to more of Burke and Christina, George (who is soooo cute, even though he has a bubble butt and sweats incessently), and of course Izzy. I guess that's a sign of a good show, when people's attention starts drifting from the intial attraction to the blossoming ones.

So that is my two cents worth. I certainly don't see myself as a critic by any stretch of the imagination, but I do like to think I know what works. Plus, anyone you talk to who has seen the show will tell you they are just as hooked as I.

BEWARE! IT'S COMING IN A FEW WEEKS. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED!

One second he's fine, the next, not so much.

So here I am, taking care of one of my favorite patients. He comes in for Chemo a lot, so we all know him. Well, here he sits, talking and joking, and suddenly, out of nowhere, he's turning blue and gasping for breath. I'm the only one around, and I'm so not feeling qualified at this moment, so what do I do? First, I poop my pants, then I scream. Yes, I did. I full on screamed. I know, not the most professional thing to do, but boy was I taken off guard. This was the first time I'd actually had one of my patients do that so quickly. It seems like the ones you think are going to be the ones to do it never are, and here is Mr. "Hi, I'm just here to get my Chemo and get my fever down, no big deal, and you all love me because I'm so funny and cute" that takes a tumble toward the light. Weird. Well, needless to say, I got a new pair of scrubs out of it (see incident prior to the screaming), and he did finally come around. Good thing I only had to work a few hours last night, I don't think I would have lasted after that. So now I've realized I'm grossly unqualified and inexperienced, despite my schooling. I guess there are things that only experience can teach. Darn that. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my job, but sometimes it makes you realize that life is so short. One second you're here and talking, and the next you're following the dark tunnel to the bright light. **** "It's so beautiful,....I can't help it". So that was my day. Or night. Whatever.


**** Gnat flying into the bug zapper in "A Bug's Life"

Looking forward to TURKEY!

And for those of you that know me well, will understand why. I love Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday. I love the food, the family, and a day set aside to think of things we are grateful for. But Thanksgiving must come early for me this year. I will not be able to participate in the festivities on the actual holiday, so I'm talking my mom into cooking turkey dinner a week early just for me. It's a lot to ask, I know, but I need to experience the turkey-ness just one more time. After that, no more for my whole life! Just a few bites will have to suffice. But it will be worth it. I know it will. Hopefully she'll oblige. Hopefully.

Joan, Gramma, and Grampa came to visit

The girls were so excited to see Joan. Not only because she got them out of bed, either. For other reasons, too. We love Joan. She's great fun. Sean loves to tease her. It was good to see her again. I think the last time was Paul's wedding. Maybe Spencer's farewell. I don't remember. I just know it's been too long. We were just sitting home and Charlie called from Jared and Kristen's saying they were coming over to visit. It was 9:00 and the girls had just laid down for the night. So they got to get out of bed to see Joan and Gramma and Grampa. Not like we had to twist their arms or anything. So, now it's 10:30 and they are just getting to bed and we have 9:00 church! Should be fun getting them to wake up! I have to work at 7:00 AM, so I don't have to deal with them being ornery, lucky me! And look at Sean and his dad. Are they two peas in a pod or what? It's frightening.

My day at Dollar Tree

So I went to get a birthday present for a neighbor girl. Yes, I know, I'm cheap what can I say. I just don't think any girl needs another $20.00 toy that they are never going to play with and lose in a week. So I shop at Dollar Tree for birthday presents. Now, the whole slogan of Dollar Tree is that "Everything's a Dollar". Seriously, that's what they say on their commercial. So, here I'm checking out, and the lady is having a hard time finding a price tag on one of the gifts. No, seriously. I know. IT'S A DOLLAR!!! Then she was all mad at me because I put my debit card through, entered my PIN and it still came up a credit. I wanted it to come up as debit. She wanted me to go to the end of the line and wait so she could re-ring me up. I don't think so. I asked to speak with the manager, and she said "no one is here that can help me, you'll just have to pay as credit or wait at the end of the line". She was so rude. Now, normally I would have made a bigger stink, but there were like 10 people in line. So I figured it's not that big of a deal, and I came home. But man, was she rude. She had been talking to the lady behind me in line saying how she had been up 'til 3 in the morning, blah blah blah, and she was sooo tired. Yeah, right. Work a couple of nights with no sleep in between and tell me how tired you are. So that was how my day started off. Needless to say, I was then in a bad mood, and yelled at Sean, who is now in a bad mood. I guess it's like the trickle effect. Or is it ripple? Either way, it worked, and now we're all in a bad mood. I think I need a nap.

The kids at the Halloween party

Here's scary Emma the Witch and Maggie the Buzzy Bee. We had our Activity Day Halloween Party yesterday. Even though the kids aren't old enough, they get to come along with mom. We had a good time. The did pumpkin bowling, and ate doughnuts on a string. It was a good time. Happy Halloween!

TO THE "DUMPITY" PATCH WE GO...

Yes, I said "dumpity". That is what Maggie calls pumpkins. Don't as me why. Probably because she's two and thats how they talk. We picked out a small one, for Mags of course, and a medium one for Emma. They had so much fun, and I'm already looking forward to that scrapbook page. I know, I'm a dork. What can I say.

This is what I was needing last night.

I had worked Wednesday night from 7PM to Thursday at 7AM, then Thursday I only got like three hours of sleep. Then I worked Thursday from 7PM to Friday at 7AM. At about 3AM on Friday, I hit the wall. I literally could not keep my eyes open. I know sometimes people are like "Oh, I'm so tired, I can't keep my eyes open" and they still function fine. I was not functioning fine. The poor nurse I was working with was like "Can't you remember anything". Nope. So I needed this bed on a beach last night. I'm sure I would have been a much easier person to work with. If I didn't love it so much, I guess I wouldn't do it. Pass the cheese to go with my whine please.

Mmmm, Chicken

I just had to post a tribute to KFC. It's been a while since I've had their yummy chicken, and boy is it tasty! Mmmm, chicken.

24 HOURS OF MOAB

Ask me how glad I am I wasn't racing. I'm pretty glad. I'm very glad, in fact. I'm astonished by the physical fitness that is required to do a race like this. I know I will never have that kind of fitness. Not that I'm a pessimist, I just know my limits. I'm seriously impressed with the team and their racing. But for us admirers, it was fun in its own right. We just sat out in the shade and talked, drank diet soda, and ate twinkies. I wonder why I will never be that fit? Hmmm. But it was still fun. Okay, so the toilet did get clogged, and poor Sean had to put his whole arm down there to dislodge the wad of toilet paper that had stopped it up, but he being the hero that he is, it was fixed in no time. He also sacrificed his bike to the Gods of poor welding. We're about 10 miles from Moab, when a car pulls up next to us and shouts "Your bike is dragging". Doh. Yep, our bike rack had taken a header onto the asphalt moving at 70 MPH underneath it. As we approached the hanging mass of metal, I was sure we could fix it. Nope. Not gonna happen. I personally think it was a conspiracy so he could get a new bike, but maybe it was an accident. Or maybe it's the bad luck Rob and Laura have on our trips. Ahh, no matter. They're more fun than they are bad luck, so I guess we'll keep them. So another trip behind us, many more ahead of us. Who knows where we'll end up next.

Well, here's what we've been waiting for...

This is it. It was so worth the wait. I love the chair. It makes me laugh every time I look at it. I guess it's knowing that no one else in the world has one that makes me feel good.

They're Heeeerrrreee...

And it's about time! We have been furniture-less for over a month now. I'm ready to have something to fill in the gaps in this room. Two new microfiber sofas, and a 1 1/2 size chair! The painting is done (thanks to Sean and his OCD), so this is all we have left. Thankfully they aren't as pretty as the one in the picture. I mean, I just don't think we could afford something that nice. I'll put up pics when I get them!

My new favorite show....

I don't know how many people are actually watching this, I know the people in my family had no idea what I was talking about. It is so funny! I just laugh my head off thinking there are probably people who are like this in real life. Total WT. It almost makes me want to name a son Earl. Almost. Maybe Kenny? No matter. I just love the plaid shirt and mustache of the motel-ies. If only we could all have our list of Karma.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's Off To Court I Go...

With razor blades and hand grenades, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.


Well, I have just had my first experience with the local Judicial System. Who knew it would be so hard? I mean really, the government usually makes things so easy for us all, right? Ha ha ha. So apparently I have to file a police report before I can try to collect on the bad checks. But before I do that, I have to give "actual notice". Yes, that is a real legal term. This has to be done by certified mail, Constable, or an adult that can prove it is the person wanted. This takes 14 days. So in two weeks, I'll give an update and let you know what happens. Just do me a favor....Don't ever write a bad check and then skip town so you can't be found. Thanks. Sometimes it just has to be said because some people can't take a hint. Who knows what will come of all this.

I'm hoping that she'll get the letter, be riddled with guilt, send a cashiers check for the full amount, plus the $5.00 fee, and it will be done. Why do I know this isn't how it will happen? Probably because I was born at night, but it wasn't last night. But then again, I could get lucky, right? Shaaa, right.

THE JOYS OF BANKING

Yes, that's my day. Banking. Wow. Could life get any better than this? I think not. Basically I'm trying to get money from a girl who wrote me $200 in bad checks for Avon. Can you believe someone would actually rip off the Avon lady? Pahleeese. So we'll see if by some fluke she actually has money in her account today. It would sure be nice, but I'm not counting on it. I think if this doesn't get resolved soon, I'll be taking her to small claims court. I know, $200 isn't much, but it's the principle. And the interest. So thats my day. I'm also getting ready to go to Moab this weekend so laundry is in order. Of course, laundry never ends in this house, so that's nothing new. So it goes. Bank, laundry, laundry, nap, laundry. Fun!

I left my heart in San Francisco...

Well, I'm back. Not that anyone missed me too much, but it's good to be home nonetheless. We had so much fun in San Francisco! We did everything we wanted and then some. We went to Alcatraz, which was way cool, and saw the Blue Angels practicing their high flying maneuvers. Fishermans Wharf was awesome. The shops were so fun, and although I didn't do too much shopping, Jill and Meg sure did enough for all of us. I think Meg ended up with at least three new pairs of shoes, and I know Jill got a new pearl ring and a couple of outfits! It's fun to be a bystander for their shopping sprees. My mom did awesome! She was a real trooper. We walked so much and she never complained. I do think she bought a pair of shoes too. But so did I, so I guess it's okay. I think my favorite thing was watching the Sea Lions. They are so dang cute! We were able to cross the Golden Gate Bridge on our city tour, but, like San Francisco usually is, it was covered with fog. And on the way back to the airport, in our Limo, we crossed the Bay Bridge. It was pretty cool too. So all in all we had a good time. The memories will keep me laughing for a good couple of days. We'll have to do it again! Arrrrrrgh! (Inside joke).

This is my day.

Yep, this is what I'm doing today. All day. Fun, I know. Well, laundry and blogging about doing laundry. But, tonight I will be working and then from work I leave for San Francisco! Yay! That definitely helps me get through.

Ever have one of those days? OINK OINK!

How can you possibly wake up feeling fat? I'm not sure, but it happened. This is a crappy way to start the day! Oh well, I guess I'll go eat some breakfast. Mmmmmm, Cap'n Crunch. Mmmmmmm.

San Francisco, here I come!

Yay! A vacation! Finally! Well, okay, I just got back, but I can always use another. So I'll be gone until Sunday night! Yippee! Do I sound excited? I wonder why? Oh yeah, no kids! Whoo Hoo!

How I found my "hipness"

You see, I'm not as cool as I used to be. I know, it's shocking, but it's true. I've never been a real clothes person, but I do pride myself on a few things. My hair. I know it's not always "cool" but I think it looks cute considering its nature. Sunglasses. I usually have cute (If not cheap) sunglasses to wear. I don't like being without them. And finally, a purse. Or handbag. Whatever. Well, now I know how to get a cool new handbag whenever I want without paying a fortune! bagborroworsteal.com. For $10 a month you "rent" a brand new, brand name handbag for as long as you'd like. If you don't ever want to send it back, you simply ask for the "steal" it price, and you can buy it at a discounted rate! Awesome! Log on and try it out! I think it's a cool way to bring back the "hipness" the a few (or fifty) pounds, a couple of kids, and a minivan will suck out of you.

Rain, fruit flies, and skettie oh's, OH MY!

Follow along with me!
How gross is this? I have had about 20 fruit flies accosting me today! I threw out a bad bunch of bananas yesterday, but boy they must be feasting somewhere else. They're seriously ticking me off! And now Maggie has spilled her "skettie oh's" all over. The dog looks like she has a red goatee. It's pretty funny. And it's raining. The Weatherman said a 100% chance today. He must have looked out the window on his way to work this morning. Genius!

Keli has a new blog!!!

It's easy

www.followalong.blogspot.com

Maiden Voyage

Well well well, what do ya know? I've officially entered the space age! This will be my official page of useless ramblings and such! We'll see what happens.