Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Un Margarita, por favor.....

Who is the new owner of an incredible smoothie maker??!! Um, this girl, right here! Last week, my husband had to make a quick run to his shop, based in Jefferson City, and proposed we eat at a local Mexican restaurant,since he'd won a 50.00 gift certificate in a golf tournament fundraiser. Does he know how to wine and dine a girl, or what? "Hey, baby, I have to run by the shop for material, wanna go get some free chimis"? He knows the way to my heart! Anyway, being the lightweight drinker, I am, or being that our waiter was incredibly impressed with my 3rd grade level Spanish...the tequila in my margaritas got the best of me. And what does Angie do, when fueled by liquor...uh, apparently she goes to Wal-mart(the new one, and how fun is that new circle yield thing they have going on?-no I wasn't driving just enjoying the ride)and buys a really fun blender. How I managed to get home without the husband noticing this fantastic purchase is beyond me...because it wasn't like I was trying to hide the fact I bought it.I mean it's not like I was....shoe shopping or anything. Where I leave them in the trunk until the coast is clear, and sneak them up to the closet with lightning speed, and the stealth of a ninja.

While sometimes he rolls his eyes at my purchases, he's never really complained about my need(compulsion) for kitchen gadgets. After a few nights of smoothies and vanilla milkshakes I think I can safely say, he is liking the blender very well.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Just Wondering

You know how your supposed to be a "good Christian"? Love thy neighbor and all of that? I'm wondering why God would set this rule, and then create PMS? Not only do I not necessarily love thy neighbors at the moment, I'm pretty sure to my "neighbors"...the feeling is mutual. How am I supposed to lead this Godly life, when one week out of the month-I have incurable road rage, cry at Gatorade commercials, eat my weight in chocolate, and just feel downright unlovable? It's just one of those unanswerable questions, along with why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle? But it does make me wonder how I can live a good life, when my emotions are completely askew this week!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

My life's calling...

...is not beautician extraordinaire. I've been incredibly lucky that when it comes to haircuts for my boys, both big boy’s (Cody) and little boy’s (Gavin & Cash)...my very talented and generous mother-in-law cuts their hair. I figure 3 boy's x's say 10.00 (10.00 per child, per hair cut) x 8 (number of haircuts per year at a rate of 1 haircut every six weeks) = 240 annually. That adds up over the years. My mother-in-law is always ready to give a haircut, if she has the time...but we don't call in and make appointments like we would if she were doing this for a living. And much of time, when Cody decides he wants his hair cut...he wants it cut right then! Which leads me to my story...

Cody was in desperate need of a haircut (or so he thought) Saturday morning. His mother was unavailable, so he looks over at me, and said, "Why don't you cut my hair" (and I'm not really sure what punctuation to even put here, because while his question started with "why" he didn't ask, it was definitely more of a demand). I answered,” No, because we all know how I did in art class." And yet he somehow convinced me that my lack of talent in the art department didn't mean I couldn't cut his hair...Oh, boy was he wrong.

I actually did pretty well, until the very end, when I was evening up his sides...that's when the major faux pas occurred. He now looks like Hitler on his left side. To make matters worse, after I committed this awful mistake, and he told me to just do the same on the other side, I was laughing so hard, that the right side looks even worse..if in fact that is EVEN possible! I'm so glad he had such a great sense of humor about the whole situation. At any rate I told him he must wear a hat everywhere until his hair grows out, and was excused from church as well, since that's pretty much the only place he goes without his hat on. And I'm pretty sure, I'll never be asked to cut his hair again.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I'm needing my outlet back (my blog), and I REALLY want to stick with it, not go M.I.A. for months at a time like I've done in the past. I love being able to type my feelings, and with the click of a button post my cares away! I would also like to start honing my writing skills again. It's something I love very much, but with having a job along with motherhood, it gets put on the backburner more often than not. When I feel the (self-induced) pressure of not posting enough, or not finding the time to post, my stress-reliever starts to...stress me out!

It's no big secret stress-management and myself do not go hand in hand. Just the other day, I was having a mini-meltdown over the list of toiletries I needed to buy for the family. The husband has no idea how much thought goes into the buying of everyday items! Soap for instance....I need somthing that will wash all of my family's "2000 body parts", without "leaving a sticky film that won't rinse away"-one child needs extra moisturization, one's got extremely sensitve, yet extremely kissable skin, and 3 don't want to smell like a girl, something about when you sweat and emit the oders of Island Breeze, apparently not so manly! When buying detergent, I need something that won't balk in the face of grass stains, chocolate, or Gasconade River mud, but smells good...just not too much like a girl. I used to use Febreeze scented fabric softener, but it seems in the summer when sweating occurs, lavendar-while calming- just doesn't cut it on the workforce or the ballfield! And Cody wonders why, I sit at the table, surrounded by pink post-its and sale-ads before going shopping...it's tedious and stressful..and if I ever hit the lotto, I would definitely look into a personal shopper, or a personal worrier. I don't want to stress out over toilet paper, and how Spider-Man toothpaste, doesn't taste as good as Spongebob toothpaste, and which child prefers which! So, for all of you who are reading my nuttiness----I'M BAAACKKK!