When sick and looking to whatever decongestant the pharmacist just had me sign for – no matter how many time’s I’ve taken it, and no matter how many pills are in each little bubble in the package, check to see what the dosage is. Because it’s no fun feeling like I’m walking through a pool of molasses all day only to find out I could have and should have taken two pills instead of just the one.
Also, stay at home moms should get sick days. Just saying.
This week’s bag of choice was the very unglamorous Target bag. The contents were interesting – a lot more things she shouldn’t have let alone collect were in her bag.
Yesterday she walked into the office with the knit hat on and the keys in her hand, said “bye bye!” gave me a kiss and headed out of the room. I thought it was adorable…until I realized she might actually be heading somewhere!
Contents:
Juice cup
Target bag
Pen and paper
Knit hat
Flip flops
A flower hair clip
French fries
The flosser that she uses to “shave” with Daddy
The phone and the ear piece that goes with it
And spare keys
Accidentally pouring Oxy Clean into the cup where the Downey goes in my HE washer will not result in really clean and soft clothes as I pretended my little hic up would. It will, in fact, result in the softener and stain lifter combining to make an unholy substance that clogs up said cup. This new substance will lead to me having to look up on the internet how to get the soap cup contraption out of its place so I can chip/wash the now solid, albeit delightfully scented concoction down the drain.
On the bright side, now my garbage disposal smells really good.
I have been trying to teach Baylor to say “happy mother’s day” but since she refuses to slow down long enough to say a full sentence other than “let’s go!” or “come on!” (so weird since her parents aren’t like this AT ALL) the best I could get out of her was “app-y momma day!” and that took like 5 whole minutes and lots of coaching so we’re good with it.
I received my very first child made gift this year. A beautiful bracelet! Baylor picked out all the beads and the sequence of the beads and Grandma strung them together for her. Bay did insist on wearing it most of the morning, but I was able to locate it from under the couch cushions during nap time to snap a picture.
My beautiful new jewelry
Momma and her jewelry designer
Baylor’s assistant, Grandma and Daddy – and Bear
We did miss my mom this year – she is freezing in Montana already for the summer. But we did get to have a very giggly phone call and Bay got to talk to Noni in “Ontana”. I got an incredibly sweet card from my friend Kristin that brought happy tears to my eyes and a great new pair of running shoes from PW. We had a delicious brunch with Peter’s parents, a little shopping, a little swimming and lots of champagne – all in all? A great weekend. So happy belated Momma’s Day to all the moms!
Listen DMV, let’s not pretend. My call is most definitely not important to you seeing as I’ve been on hold for 15 minutes. Lets just call a spade a spade and instead of interrupting the bad music every ten seconds making me think that you’re actually answering my call, just tell me you don’t care and you’ll get to my call when you get to it. Then at least I would respect you
This is the third time I’ve called to work out this an updated picture notice I received and so I knew all the numbers to push without having to listen to the loooong recording. The tricky bastards DISCONNECTED me because I pushed the buttons without waiting for the prompt. That’s low, even for you DMV.
We had a fantastic weekend. We accomplished a monumental to do list and also had a great time too. That said, there were lots of laughs. I happened to be on my game and write them down. Here are the highlights:
If I had the option of becoming a horder or death, I would choose death. My cleanliness and organization skills border on OCD and honestly, I’m ok with that. I’m ok with the fact that I was known for having my own vacuum in the sorority house – people may have made fun, but when Mom and Dad were coming to visit, I was their best buddy. I like to know exactly where everything is but I never want to actually see it. I want everything to be functional, organized and pretty.
Thankfully, I married a man who feels the same way. Maybe not to quite the same level, but he has his moments and if I strike at the right time, I can coordinate his urge to organize with a place that needs to be organized and BAM! A beautifully organized space.
That said, we have an area of our house that tends to fall apart often. Our garage is a constant project. It’s contents are eclectic as they are evolving and therefore keeping it organized is a full-time job. That said, it was in desperate need of a clean up
What could be so bad behind such a pretty door?
Ooooh, yeah. That’s bad.
Yikes….
I forgot to snap pictures before Peter started to hang the fancy new, modular peg boards I found so pretend they aren’t there. It doesn’t make it much better, but still. So after Peter’s hard work and some ruthless organizing, we have this:
And this!
And this!
Geeze, you’d think we go to the beach far more often than once a year….
So until the next time all the crap piles up and the garage needs a face lift, it’s so pretty!
Dear Arizona Public Service,
I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed ALL the advertising that I was subjected to at the Diamondbacks v Cubs game on Friday night. Not only do I think a new logo was totally appropriate, I think the constant and unrelenting marketing was absolutely necessary. Because there’s nothing that I love more that forking over my daughter’s college fund to cool our home to a mear 81 degrees inside while the temperatures outside reach 115. Because I have a choice on which electric company I choose…OH WAIT. No, no I don’t. I don’t get to choose which electric company I want to hand over my hard earned money to – so the fact that you’re using said hard earned dollars to put your new and no-very-exciting logo right next to the batter’s name and stats is TOTALLY UNNECESSARY. Why would you avertise when your customers don’t actually get to choooose you as a provider?? Are you just rubbing this fact in my face?? Why on earth would you need to advertise to a public that has no choice but to pay your astronomical prices?!
Just wait APS. Juuust wait. I’m going to get solar panels some day and when you have to send me a check rather than the other way around, I’m going to take out an ad at Chase Field that says “EAT IT APS. KISSES, BETH”.
This week’s bag of choice was actually a box, rather than Baylor’s usual shopping bag or purse. I gave her an old hat box I used to use for stationary intending it for organizing some of the MANY toys we have accumulated. Instead, it served as a fun toy in itself. She played putting things in and out of it and then started her usual collection. Here’s this week’s booty:
New bunny, beany butt bear and little rabbit
Play coffee, an egg and two ice cream cones (is she my kid or what?)
Her Little Gym medal which she wore for a week after receiving (literally)
The gender neutral Little People Family and their furniture. No judgement, all I’m saying is that it’s hard to play “house” when you’re not sure which one is the mommy
Her favorite Emerald City surf shop t-shirt that she shares with Kat, her favorite stuffed animal
I came home to find this yesterday:
The good news? Bear’s breath has never been fresher.
The bad news? I have no idea if this stuff will kill him. But since it was yesterday and he’s his bad/usual self, I think we’re in the clear.
The punishment? The EARS
“Whatever. You think you’re sooo funny. First this stupid haircut and now the freaking bunny ears. Laugh it up guys. Laugh. It. Up. Because I’m so peeing on the rug tonight.”
The Goon Room 