Cooper Helps With Laundry

He's giving me the look like he is doing something that I wouldn't like. Sitting on the fresh clean laundry, yep...not so much. But how can I yell at him when he is giving me these cute puppy dog eyes. Vicious circle I tell you. Vicious.

Proud Mom Moment

Last night was going to be a rare Friday occurrance. My son and I were going to have a nice night together. Dinner. Movie. Family time. Normally, he is with his dad on Friday nights, so because of a schedule change, I was excited for my Friday night. BUT life occurred and plans changed. My son requested going to a youth group event. It wasn't just any old youth group event, it was an event his girlfriend was at. Yes. I said girlfriend. (whole 'nother long post) Granted, I think when you are 11 years old a girlfriend just means someone you fancy and like hanging out with at school....maybe you hang out at their locker every now and then. I don't think he's even had his first kiss yet.

I digress.

As a parent, you always want your kid to get involved in things without being forceful about it. Over the years, I have gotten him involved in soccer, baseball, and recently football. I think football is going to stick (because it was his choice), every other sport I think he thought was more ME wanting him to be involved in it than HIM actually wanting to. But it seems like the friends he made during football season, aren't necessarily the friends he hangs out with in school. 6th grade kids are strange like that. (Middle school - a whole 'nother post in itself.) So whether he was invited by his girlfriend or not, at least he was invited AND decided to go...

...which made this mom proud.

That's The Way The Poptart Crumbles

The dreaded vending machine. I do my best to avoid the vending machine at all costs. Something about food sitting behind a glass door, not knowing how long it's even been there, disturbs me. And really, the specialty refrigerated vending machine with egg salad, burritos, and red bull...umm, I'll pass.

But today, I didn't have time to eat at home therefore I got to work with a rumble in the tumble. So, I succumbed to the stomach grumble and headed to the vending machine. Now regarding breakfast items, there's not much of a selection behind that hazy glass window. And gross, I think I even saw a nose print. really? You need to get that close to see? I would love it for someone to invent a breakfast only vending machine...but then again, I can just see it now; stocked full of high fat, preserved out the wha-zoo breakfast burritos, egg mcnasties, and waffle sticks.

Today, I chose the Strawberry Poptart. With that selection comes the dreaded anticipation of the poptart making it's way out of the wire confines, dropping down into the resevoir, and breaking into a million pieces because of the drop. Seriously, can't they put the breakable items lower??

I guess that's just the way the poptart crumbles. Cheers.

Hurricanes All Day = Unfortunate Situation

BEFORE


"It happens to the best of us." Not really what I wanted to hear after the Mardi Gras celebration, but I did. Not because anyone had to hold my hair or anything, but because by the end of the night the tears wouldn't stay in their tear ducts where they belong. Ugh. I don't even know anymore why I was crying. But apparently, it happens to the best of us.....

I would have rather it happened to the rest of them. Not me.

All in all (despite the last hour of the evening), it was a fun time. I saw some boob. Saw some fake penis. I think my friend got a picture of a dude BITING someones nipple. OMG. OK. WRONG. I could have done without the johnny on the spots and the LACK of TP that most of them lacked. But fun times....I do think I will hold off on the ALL DAY drinking for a while though. (well, I guess until next year)

AFTER

Mardi Gras 2010

I'm so freaking excited to attend the Mardi Gras celebrations this weekend. I haven't been in years.The things that crawl out from under their rocks just for this celebration is outrageous. All the crazies and drunkies are out and about and it's highly entertaining. The last time I went to a Mardi Gras parade and party, I believe I saw a man walking a pot bellied pig. It was wearing a hat and a fur collar.... and yes, the pig had more beads than I did. Where else would you find something like that? (unless you lived in George Clooney's neighborhood.)

And where else can you find a hurricane glass that can be worn as a necklace??

Bring on the beads.

Fear

"Each time we face out fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in doing."

I'm not sure who wrote that quote, but it's spot on for how I've been feeling lately. Over the past few years, I've tried to get past a lot of my fears, (fear of the dark though - I think I will always have. oh, and spiders too. ICK) but every now and then these fears creep back into my life and they paralyze me. It's all I can think about...and I think (No, I 100% know) I am doing myself a disservice my letting them invade my thoughts. It truely takes all of my strength to get past these fears....sometimes, it's exhausting.

I hate fear.

I hate feeling paralyzed.

I'm tired of being exhausted.

BUT I am strong and will win in the end over the evilness of these fears.

I Need To Start A List

I might be a little late in starting my "funny sh*t my son says" list....but it's never too late, right? So I am starting now.

Tonight:

Son: Hey mom?
Me: Ya?
Son: Do socks keep your toe nails from growing?
Me: (holding in the laughter and attempting composure) I don't think so, why?
Son: Because my toe nails grow slower than my finger nails.
Me: Hmmm. Interesting observation. Maybe the thinner the nail, the quicker it grows. Toe nails tend to be thicker. At least that is the case with my big toe.
Son: (Silence.)

Hey, it was my most logical sounding answer.

Polka Dotted Rubber Boots

It was just one of those mornings where I knew EXACTLY the look I wanted to achieve, but when I looked in the mirror, it was completely NOT the image I had hoped for. You see, when it snows (or rains), I am highly excited ONLY because that means I can pull out my cute polka dotted rubber boots. Today, they were not gellin' with any of the outfits I put them with. Yes, I realize some people buy shoes to match an outfit, NOT ME, I buy my outfits around my shoes.

And this morning my closet failed to coordinate with my polka dotted rubber boots.

I noticed the time I normally leave for work was quickly approaching, and every single thing I pulled out to wear was NOT it. I was frantically trying on everything that would give me warmth, yet a sassy artsy edge. I gave up on trying to match the boots. (tear. sniffle.) I settled for black pants, a sweater, and Ugg-like boots. Clearly, I needed to spend a little bit more time on it because I am NOT happy with the choice I decided to leave my house in. (I soon remembered why I haven't worn these black pants in 5 years.)

When I left my house, the higher power of fashion sense that exists among us tried to get me to start over as well because....that's right...I slipped and fell as I walked to my car. I not only just slipped, but I fell down. I stood up, brushed off my shame and looked around to see if anyone was laughing at me. (Cause really, if I would have seen someone fall like this...I would be laughing.) All I could think to myself was....

.....this wouldn't have happened if I was wearing my polka dotted rubber boots.

Strap on the Thinking Cap

Last week I experienced a new phenomenon. Trivia Night. Before I knew what Trivia Night was all about, I was envisioning a BINGOlike atmosphere with people yelling out answers to obscure questions. I also was nervous about looking like a dumb blonde when it came to answering the questions....making sure I turned my, 'blurt out the first answer that comes to mind' button OFF.

But, to my surprise Trivia Night was a success. It wasn't AT ALL like Bingo. (young people occupied the room). My blurt-out button was OFF most of the night, except for the part when I yelled out "American Idol!!!" and really the whole room heard me and my table looked at me in disgust. What? I was excited I actually knew an answer. Even though our team came in 22nd out of 30 tables, it truely was a fun experience.

Fun enough, that I have decided to try out another Trivia Night this weekend!! So I am pulling out my thinking cap once again and disabling the blurt-out button. Bring on the trivia!!

I Got My Car Back

As much as I loved driving the 4 door Chevy Impala. (I know, it grew on me. I'm growing up.) I am happy to have my baby back. Granted, a week of driving an automatic gave me a lapse in judgement when starting my car. Clutch. I had to remind myself to push in the clutch! But in no time, we were reacquainted!

Now, everyone just stay in your lane. Slow down at stop lights if someone (me) is in front of you. And watch out when you are parking. I need not have anymore run-ins with idiots.

Tylonol Sinus To The Rescue

If only I had seen that I picked up the NIGHTIME Tylonol Sinus while I was at the store. No. Of course I noticed after I got home and took 2...at NOON.

Just A Quick Peek

After hearing the rumors of my late night shower neighbor moving out, tonight I had to take a peek for myself. As I was walking my dog, I noticed a light was on next door. I could somewhat see in from the street, but when I got closer, I just couldn't resist taking a peek inside.

It's confirmed. She's 100% GONE!

Good For The Soul

I woke up with a horrible sore throat and major sinus pressure. I am thinking that the one time that I didn't wipe the cart at Walmart...got me. Germy Walmart. So here I've laid today. In bed. And I'm kinda over it now. I've updated my Facebook. Farmed my Farmville. Watched a few episodes of White Collar. I'm ready to feel better.