Christmas shopping...on Christmas Eve

There are some things that I do that I feel are totally ingenious. Other things, not so much. And though these not-so-bright moments occur rarely in my life, sometimes I do things that are inexplicably insane. One of these outrageously dumb habits that I have developed is doing my Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve.

I know, it's crazy.

But every year, for some strange reason, I never get my shopping done in time. Now, the simple explanation would be that I become completely overwhelmed and busy with working, mommying, and wifing. But the truth is, I have been doing this prior to the birth of my daughter. I have been doing this for years. I think something is wrong with my brain. I mean really, who does this? It's like self induced punishment.

Apparently millions.

According to and article by CBS News, some 23 million people have the same problem as I.

At least I can find comfort in the fact that I am not the only one with this condition.

Do any of you have this problem, or all of you super organized shop in advance shoppers?

Internet overexposure

How many of you post countless photos of your children online....Ok, I know I am not the only person who does it. I now question if I should. My first thought is: Why the hell not? But my immediate reaction gave way to an immediate reaction. Is my life too open?  Is facebook even real (ok, maybe I took it too far lol)


I know several young families who have opted no to post photos of their children saying "Hey if you want to meet the kid, come visit." I agree, this idea seems awesome, but what about family who does not live nearby? Facebook has changed my family perspective immensely. Family I have not known or seen in years now can see my child and call her name as if they have met, and I love that! But again I question, is this good?


As a society, have we allowed social media and the internet age to take over our lives and our parenting? Have we become internet addicts?





My personal facebook is saturated with photos of my child. As a parent, I think ever freaking picture she takes is gorgeous and everyone needs to see it. Perhaps that is not the case. Or maybe it is. Personal moments between she and I are shared in 200 character statuses with the world. My mommy friends think its awesome. My other friends don't comment.


Do you use social media to share photos and update family members (or the whole world as we know it)? Do you use it to get cyber support when facing tough parenting times? Do you update your status whenever your child does something sweet, funny, or menacing? Do you ever use it to help solve tough parenting issue like potty training or picky eaterness ( I know that isn't a word, but you know what I mean)? Do you weigh in with parenting advice for those who ask? (You know I do!). Let a sistah know!

It's the most wonderful time of the year

Or is it?

I am so completely overwhelmed and unprepared this Christmas season. I have only purchased one of the fifteen (yes fifteen) gifts that my daughter has requested...or demanded...whichever you prefer to read. She has even gone as far as to begin to throw out and "get rid of" toys from last year to make room for this year's inventory. Little does she know, all she has under the tree is a Pillow Pets Lady Bug Decorative Pillow - Red and a Disney Princess Toddler Doll - Tiana. She also wants a freaking kitchen with a coffee maker. SHE ALREADY HAS A KITCHEN!!! And it is huge, but it doesn't have a coffee maker. I feel like a jerk cheapskate, but I have a very strong mind to buy a toy coffee pot and super glue the base to her kitchen. Is that wrong?

It's not that I don't have the Christmas spirit.

It's more like I don't have the consumer spirit. We are in a recession for goodness sakes. No one should be expecting 15 gifts. Maybe this is all my fault. Maybe I have not told my 3 year old that we are in a recession. Or maybe it is Nick Jr.'s fault for airing all of these freaking commercials. STOP IT NICK JR.!!! You are ruining my bank account. I am trying to save for a rainy day ( or a sunny one at the beach).


I have a job. I also have a commute.

Which means my shopping time is almost nonexistent. I don't have time to go to stores and price compare. I have waited too long to purchase online. Who invented Christmas anyway? Ok well, not like that. I mean I know we are celebrating the birth of Christ, but why must we buy all of these gifts? Why can't families come together and be merry sans the thousand dollar gift giving ritual. I think that's what I want to do. I think each person should receive one gift PERIOD and then hug the whole family. We can then save the money for a family camping/fishing trip.

I'm over it all. Who's going to join me at the lake?

I've been hit. And I am hurt.

I was just hit in the head with a flashlight. To be exact, I was hit in the head with a battery operated, clip-on book light. Oh and did it hurt!
You probably are reading this trying to figure out what happened. I guess I owe you the story. Ok, here it is:

It all started with Katy (my 3 yr old) jumping on the sofa chair. I told her to stop. She refused. So I told her, "Hey if you fall I will not take you to the ER tonight. I am too tired." She said, "that's fine. I don't like the hospital anyways Mommy."

Yes, she is a jerk.

Anyhow, she tried to jump our of the chair. Instead of catching her I pushed her back in the chair (in a totally loving caring non child abusing fashion). She then proclaimed that she was placing me under arrest.
Anyone who knows anything about me know I am not one to go to jail, pretend or not.

So I ran.

I ran down the hall  and into the kitchen, then around my husband, then doubled back to the bedroom, also known as the scene of the crime or the sight of where police brutality occurred, if you will. That's the where I was when I was hit in the head with a flashlight.

So the three of us were in the room. The husband decided he was her side- the side of the law. He tried to arrest me. There was a scuffle. I won. He left. Then there were two.

Her: Mom, there is nobody in here. Are you going to try to break my neck?

Me: Blank stare (kind of crazy looking. I was trying to scare her)

Her: Piercing scream. desk light thrown

Me: holding my head sitting in the closet. I'd been hit. I guess my stare worked.

Maybe I should have just gone to jail

Being Tired

All moms are always tired all of the time.

That is fact, not an opinion. There are a few million blogs and articles devoted to time management and creating balance for working moms. I believe I have read every single one and based on my research I have arrived at this conclusion:

LIES! They are all liars! There is no real way to balance being some one's mom, wife, daughter, friend, and awesome employee. You can make all the lists and set all of the alarms you want, but at the end of the day, you will still have to come home from work, cook dinner, talk on the phone to a pal, and muster up enough energy to carry on small talk with your spouse while playing tag with your kid.

To me it seems that once you have a child, a good night's sleep disintegrates from 8-15 hours (college was great) to 4-6 hours. I also think it is quite rude that growing up means sleeping 6 hours and actually DOING stuff for the other 18 hours of the day. What happened to nap time? Down time? Chill time? Me time?

Me time?

Who is Me? What's my name again?

Oh, that's right...I am Katy's Mom.

I'm the chick in charge of a person's whole entire life. And in addition to taking care of my husband, I also have to raise a kid. Ha ha ha Get it?

As I sit here writing this, I am also watching Wonder Pets with my daughter. My eyes are burning and are probably bloodshot. I have not yet eaten, but I cooked an excellent meal.

Doesn't this look fun?

I have a friend, Kela, who has insomnia. I joke and say I have caught it from her as if it is contagious. She is a working mom too. Maybe it really is contagious....

Black Friday

I shopped until I dropped. Ok, not really. I tried but was quickly conquered by the masses.
You see, this marked my first attempt at Black Friday shopping. I had done my research, saved my money and gift cards, and planned my outfit. I was ready.

Or so I thought.

The plan was simple. My local Walmart had advertised 42in Emerson tvs for $399 or something. I have amassed about $320 in gift cards, so this was a go. Ok, back to the plan. I got up at 4:45 and was at WalMart by 5am. I got there only to realize that My Walmart  had distributed wristbands at MIDNIGHT. NO wristband = NO TV.

I left the stored head bloody but unbowed.

After this defeat, I went home and took a nap. When I awoke, I decided to check out online deals. Guess what? My TV was on walmart.com for the SAME PRICE and it was SOLD OUT! Wait, why did I just use an exclamation point? That was horrible news.

Well, the moral of my story is this. Black Friday shopping sucks! There is no reason to even wake up that early on a day off from work. I got my tv. I paid slightly more for a better quality television than what was on sale. I am happy.

FYI, Macy's has been having a helluva a sale since then and I have had a great time shopping online. I pretty much have a problem. I am out of money and haven't bought anything for my child. I hope Santa comes through this year.

Katy v Santa 2010

So far I have purchased 2 Christmas gifts for my daughter. Both were purchased on Black Friday and placed under the tree on Saturday. Yes, my tree is already up- don't judge me. Of course, Katy was surprised and excited about the gifts under the tree and asked how they got there. My mom explained to her that Santa had stopped by and dropped them off and would be back to drop off more.

Of course this initiated a million questions.

My daughter, though she was very pleased about the gifts, was very disturbed that Santa came in our home while we were asleep and did not knock on the door. She asked why didn't he knock, why didn't he wake her, how did he get in our home, etc.

I answered them all the best I could, which was difficult for me as I never expected her to believe in Santa. I never even wanted her to think someone else came in our home to bring gifts. Thanks Grandma :) I guess I could also thank Nick Jr since Santa seems to be all over that channel these days.

Anyhow, I wanted to do a little shopping and catch some sales on Saturday so we headed to the mall.

Guess who was there?

You got it. Santa.

Live and in the flesh. Mr. Claus was at the mall taking visits and posing for pictures with the kids, and Katy HAD to go talk to him. He never seen it coming!

As we waited in line, my 3 year old went over what she planned to say. She wanted to ask him why he came into our home and why he gave the gifts to Grandma to put under the tree.

So after waiting for about 15-20 minutes it was finally our turn. Katy walked up to Santa complete with hand on hip and said hello. He picked her up and she launched into her barrage of questions. Of course, since my baby is only 3, I had to work as a translator for her half -English / half-gibberish rant. Surprisingly, Santa went along with it and explained why he was in our house. He even asked her to tell him what else she wanted so that he could bring it by for Christmas. He then offered her a candy cane. Friends at last. They took a picture.

I am glad everything worked out. Last time she met Santa this happened:

Parenting Conference

I presented at a Parents' Conference on my anniversary. I learned a lot of things, I think. I learned that children get worse before they get better. I learned that it is very possible that one day I could look up and have no idea who my child is. I learned that at some point in her little life, my daughter is going to value everyone's opinion except for mine. I learned that most people get into this whole parenting gig without having a clue.

The parent conference sucked.
Who the heck wants to hear that?

After all of this time I have put into teaching my 3yr old the basics: how to pee in the toilet, feed herself, and look while running to avoid crashing into walls, my child may grow up to think I am an idiot.
So what did I take away from this experience?
After listening to countless good-parent testimonials I have learned:

Buying your child too much or too little will scar them for life.
TV is bad for kids and teens, good for toddlers (phew!)
Stalking your child is necessary to ensure proper education in the public school sector.
Teenagers need to eat more than any other species.
If given the opportunity, teenagers will revolt.
Scantily clad teenage girls grow up to experience sciatica and arthritic pain (this was really said).
These same scantily clad girls are the reason boys can't concentrate in class.

Hopefully, I can put this information to use.

Anybody else have any parenting tips for me? I may have to write a book about it.

Half Showers

Have you ever tried it? Have you even heard of one?
A half shower is the best thing since sliced bread...or shredded cheese, whichever you prefer.

Some background:
I woke up extremely late this morning, and by extremely, I mean I woke up 15 minutes before it was time for me to embark on my 2 hour commute to work. This late awakening was in part due to the fact that I stayed up WAAAAY past my bed time playing Def Jam Rapstar on the Xbox.  I failed to shower the night before (TMI, yes but oh well) so I had to get it done this morning.

Problem #1- I wake up very cold.
Yeah, so each morning I wake up freezing. It's bad. I even do it in the summer. Anyhow, a cold person not fair well in the morning shower arena.

Solution to Problem #1- Half shower
To solve my freezing cold in need of a morning shower problem, Krissy M. the Super Genius, created the half shower. In simple terms, I showered with my top on! Yes, I showered half dressed and it was great. See the key to half showering is to try not to get your arms wet which in turns reduce the rate of freezing-to-deathedness... Some of you may think this was gross. I think it was ingenious.

Don't judge me.

By the way, I left the house on time. I realized in the car I had not brushed my teeth.

Oh Thanksgiving, you thought you had me defeated didn't you?

Well, I had the task of preparing a few dishes for my family's Thanksgiving feast. Because of all of the other errands I had on Wednesday, my cooking did not begin until after 11pm on Thanksgiving Eve. Here is my first Facebook post of the night:

So far Thanksgiving v. Krissy is 2-1 Thanksgiving. My sweet potato casserole is now mashed sweet potatoes and my macaroni & cheese made its way to the garbage. My 1 point came from the fact that the black eyed peas made it safely into the crock pot
Yesterday at 11:27pm
 
So, as you can see, I was not fairing very well. See, I had found this very delicious sounding recipe for an apple sweet potato casserole. But I discovered, upon preparing to cook it that my pound of apples had turned into 1 apple with a 3 year old bite out of it...there went the casserole. The macaroni, well the poor macaroni was overcooked and formed into one big ball o noodle mush. Sad.
 
My next feat was a pumpkin spice cake. All seemed well, recipe went fine and it made it in and out of the oven. The problem occurred while trying to get it out the pan. My poor cake came out of a bundt pan in 3 pieces. No worries, I glued that sucka back together with homemade cream cheese icing. YUM!
 
Then to bed I went.
Only to wake up and realize that the mac and cheese I made during the night was gross!
Enter facebook post #2:
Haha Macaroni and cheese, you thought you beat me last night huh? NEVER that's why I remixed you and now you are as tasty as ever. Thanksgiving v Krissy 2-2 TIED! Lets see how my green beans turn out...thanksgiving 2k10 let's get it
So, with a little help from my mom a few secret ingredients, I made the most awesomest mac and cheese to date. Basically, the mac and cheese that I had previously made was a little bland and hard. So, I crumbled it back up and poured a secret concoction on top of it and put it back into the oven. Hey, so what if my mac and cheese is a 2 day recipe. You can't rush perfection, right?
 
The green beans made it in and out the crock pot without incident. They were..ehhh...green beany I guess.
 
To sum it all up, Thanksgiving was great. Cooking was a chore and I am glad it's over. I'm having tacos for Christmas! How about you?
 
Anyone else have kitchen adventures? How did everything turn out?

Thanksgiving Shenanigans

But first, a funny Katy story:
My daughter was playing with a 5 year old girl. The little girl was sharing a Santa coloring book with her. She asked my daughter, "Are you Christian?" My daughter answered, "No, I'm Katy Silly" LOL

Now on to the shenanigans.

Thanksgiving comes around EVERY SINGLE YEAR. So why do we run around each year totally frantic and unprepared? Did the last Thursday in November suddenly pop up on the calendar without warning? Maybe it's just my house....

Anyhow, for the first time ever, the dinner will be at my home and it is kind of a big deal. We are expecting about 16 people. SIXTEEN PEOPLE!!!!

Let me put this into perspective.
I am not a chef. When I cook, it is for my family of 3, one of whom is 3. Maybe this isn't a big deal to most, but to me it screams Jack in the Box! But since delicious $.99 chicken sandwiches are not an option for a sit down fancy smancy meal, I have to pull out all stops. This includes cleaning my home ugh. So, after a conversation with my mom, mother in law, and a few google searches the menu is as follows:

Turkey
Ham
Collard Greens
Cabbage
Green Beans
Mashed Potatoes
Yam and Apple Casserole
Potato Salad
Dressing
Blackeyed Peas
Mac & Cheese
Corn
Sweet Potato Pie
Sweet Potatoe Cheesecake
Pumpkin Spice Cake

The menu is a collaborative effort. However, I am in charge of the dishes in bold. Oh have I mentioned
I am not a chef. I am seriously contemplating making my husband (yes, the awesome one) video tape it Food Network style.

So to try to break the tradition of being completely overwhelmed, I made a shopping list and got my coupons equipped for shopping. On the way to the store, my husband (you know, the awesome one) informed me that 5-7 guests won't be coming. HUH?!? Well ok, at least I found out prior to shopping. It seemed easy enough. I just cut the list in half and bought the produce as planned. This was yesterday.

Today, the plan was to go to the store and purchase the meat and baking goods. While getting everything together my husband (yes, the awesome one) informed me that the 5-7 guest MAY BE attending dinner. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!? Well ok, at least I found out prior to shopping.
Wait, didn't I just think this yesterday?
So here I am, on my laptop typing instead of  being on my way to the grocery store. I am thinking about what is in store for me on Thanksgiving day. Will I, along with help of mommy of course, create a Thanksgiving event that will be talked about by all for years to come....or will create a Thanksgiving event that will be talked about for years to come?

Who knows. I guess we shall find out on Thursday.

What's going on in your home? Anybody have a fail safe plan on cooking for millions of people? If so, please do tell.

Do you know what today is?

It's our anniversary! Hopefully you know the song, if not youtube it- "Anniversary" by Tony Toni Tone. As usual, my day was jam packed with activity. Today, is my wedding anniversary. Most people spend this day with their spouses doing things like kissing and hugging and crying or something. I don't know. But me, I spent my day working.  Seriously. I freaking scheduled myself to work and did not even realize it was my anniversary until yesterday. If it wasn't for my coworkers (who shall remain nameless- not because they want to remain anonymous, but because they are on punishment), today probably would have sucked.
But still, all was not lost.
After work, the dude and I enjoyed our dinner and went out. Oh yeah, we slow danced in the living room. It was an impromptu slow dance. My mom saw us and burst out in tears. I'm like dang, is it that bad?!? Anyhow, our plan was to go see a grown up movie since we had a sitter (sitter = my mom, who is still crying lol ). But again, because my life is seemingly Lemony Snicketesque, we left the home without movie tickets. So guess what, no movie for us! Great, now on to plan c, driving around our town trying to figure out what to do. Result- we went to a pool hall. After about 2 hours of pool, trick shot practice, and a swollen finger. I quit.
Don't judge me, I never said I was good at the crap.
Here is the truth. Perhaps the ONLY thing in the world that I don't rank in the 98th percentile in is pool. I love shooting pool, but I think the injuries that I sustained today were uncalled for. I think the game of pool is out to get me. But for now, my story is about the insanity of today, not the vicious blood sport of shooting pool. Anyhow, during our outing, the husband had a few drinks. And by few, I mean 3 tiny very "pretty" drinks. And by pretty I mean weak and with cherries and umbrellas and stuff. After said "pretty" drinks, he made a lot of promises which may or may not have included well, this blog is g rated so I guess I will leave all that out. He also  made me sign a declaration that I would not fall asleep tonight or get a headache. I signed it with my own blood. Don't worry, I was already bleeding....freak accident that involved me, the stick and the cue ball.

As of now, my dear sweet awesome hubby is on the couch SLEEP. Yeah that's right. He made me promise to stay awake and HE went to sleep.

Happy anniversary to me. Too bad I wasted my blood signing that damned contract.

My daughter loves her hair

It's great. It really is. It's just that, well, Sesame Street had to tell her. After 3 whole years of teaching my beautiful litlle girl to love herself, a muppet sang a song about it and 2 minutes later, she is the embodiment of healthy self esteem.

I mean, it's not like she had esteem issues before. I just wonder why the freaking muppet was able to instill a life lesson in under 5 minutes. Is that not weird to anyone else?
Maybe I could be a little more understanding if the muppet were famous, like Elmo or Dora or somebody. But no, it's just random muppet girl dancing and singing about her gorgeous locks.
For the record. I truly appreciate the message. And I know there are tons of children who need to see characters like them on tv. I understand and I agree. Heck, it would have been nice to see some brown faces with kinky curly tresses on tv shows growing up. I wanted to be Punky Brewster. I couldn't get my hair in the 2 ponytails, had she had afro puffs perhaps I would have had a chance. I guess I am jealous that a muppet got to teach my baby something that I just KNEW she would get from me. Hell, I've loved her hair since she was born.

I should probably shut up. At least she's not watching South Park.

Mom, where's Jesus?

Huh?
Where is He?
Who?
Jesus?
At church.

That's how the conversation went. I thought it was the end, but oh, it was only the beginning.
First let me give an explanation and some background. When we pray, she often asks who are we praying to and why. I tell her we pray to Jesus because Jesus helps people. SO, she wanted to know where He was. When I told her church, I said it because I just KNEW that when we went to church there would be a picture, or sculpture or some depiction of Jesus there. And I was going to point it out to her. As usual, because NOTHING in my life goes as planned, on Sunday at church there was no picture, no statue, no painting. That night another conversation began at bedtime.

Mom, where's Jesus? I thought you said He was at church.
He is.
Well I did not see him.
That is because he is inside of you?
Inside of me, like in my belly?
No silly, just inside of you like in your heart.
Oh.

Success! I came up with an answer that was semi-logical. Or so I thought.

We were talking about Christmas and said to her,
"Hey baby, did you know Christmas we Jesus' birthday?"
No. How Mommy?
What do you mean how?
How is it His birthday if He never came out of my tummy?
What?!?
My tummy mom. Jesus is still inside of me. He didn't come out so how is it His birthday?

There you have it. My 3 year old thinks she is literally carrying Jesus.

I think I came up with a good answer. I told her Jesus was in the Bible and at Sunday School.
Some of you may think the Sunday school answer was passing the buck. Maybe you're right.

Has anyone else encountered a similar situation? How do you explain religion and the concept of higher powers to young kids?

Scared Skinny

I want to start this off by stating that this is not a dieting blog. I repeat
This is NOT a dieting blog. I needed to say that. I can't consistently write about my challenges with weight loss, mainly because I never really am that concerned about seriously losing weight.
That has all changed.
My best friend has just been diagnosed with diabetes. By just, I mean like yesterday,literally. My bestie is the same age as me, approximately the same height (she is about 2 inches taller), and approximately the same weight/build. Actually, I weigh about 30lbs  more than she. I say all of that to say that it could have very well been me instead of her. As I sit here tonight typing this, she is in the hospital with uncontrolled blood sugar. So, as the title indicates, I am have been scared skinny. Yes folks you heard it here first: I am going to take an active interest in my health and weight loss.

Back to the usual antics-As I sit here, trying to have a serious moment, my 3yr old beautiful angelic loving princess of a daughter is screaming in my left ear, "Watch this mom!!!" as she blows up a balloon and releases the air/spit in my face. Todd, the husband who was awesome yesterday ( yes YESTERDAY) is talking to me and getting annoyed that I am typing while he is talking. He has now proclaimed he will never read my blog again because I am not paying attention to him.

Question: How the hell am I supposed to be able to listen to him, the kid, wipe kid spit off of me, and type at the same time?
Answer: Super powers. All moms have them. Put them to use.


OK, the hubby is happy now. I had to remove my hands from the keyboard and give him my undivided attention. And by undivided, I totally mean with the kid still screaming and releasing spit in my face.

Jas (left) and I in Las Vegas this year

Jas (left) and I in high school

                                                              Get better Jas. I love you.

My Husband is pretty awesome

Yeah, pretty much. He is.

So today, in my usual fashion, I woke up late for work. So, in order to get to LA in a timely manner, I had to skip a shower, skip breakfast, and not pack my lunch. On the way out of the house I grumbled something like "Dammit I did not get to pack a lunch." My hubby tried quickly to fix a sandwich but I refused it. Why? Cuz sometimes I can be difficult ( yea I know, hard to believe).

Now I am driving and my tummy is growling because it wanted oatmeal for breakfast.

 Todd calls and asks where I am. I reply "On the freeway" I lied. He knew. He then informs me that he is in high speed pursuit of me so I pull over. A few moments later he pulls up behind me and emerges from the car in a tank top and pajama pants! Awesomely hilarious if I may say so myself. I snapped a pic, but of course, today of all days, my stupid phone won't upload photos :(

Side-note: the sandwich was a double decker. Our, as I called it, a Big Mac Turkey sandwich. He did not do it on purpose; he was in a hurry and thought he'd actually made 2 sandwiches. 

Anyhow, I ate the sandwich during my 2 hour commute this morning. Now whats for lunch?
And if you have any awesome spouse stories, feel free to leave them in the comments.

Mommy friends are difficult to make

Is it just me, or was making new friends way easier in elementary school? Why is it so difficult to make new friends? I can clearly recall the days of "Hey I like your New Kids lunch box, wanna be friends?" and that was it- instant besties. Boy, those were the days. Now don't get me wrong. I have a solid group of friends and I love them dearly, but I need to make some Mommy friends, you know, friends who have children the same age as yours and live nearby, friends who understand that you may cancel a date at the drop of a dime due to sitter issues, you know, those friends.

Mommy friends are difficult to make.

This weekend at the kid's soccer game I met a mommy. She has a son the same age as the kid. We talked briefly and realized that we had a few things in common: 1) Our kids liked each other 2) We both work in downtown and have a long commute 3) we both want to lose weight. So, we exchanged numbers. Sounds good right? WRONG.

Timing is everything.

Today, 2 days later, I text my new mommy friend "Hey, maybe this is weird but if you want to we can drive home together. I get off at 5:30 and would love the company." I sent it and waited...and waited...and waited. Now, panic started to set in Was I too forward? Was the text weird? Was it really stalker-esque? and then, she replied. She had gotten off work already but said we needed to schedule a play date for the kids. RELIEF! I had not frightened my future best-mommy friend away. Yay!

So what do you think? Are mommy friends hard to make for you? Have you had any awkward friend making moments?

Sunday & the Weekend Wrap-up

Well, it's Sunday. This means it is time to prepare for the ensuing week. I wasted most of my day napping. I was tired, I had a late night. The Hubby and I actually went out! We had a blast. The kid stayed with her Grandmother. We went out with friends to a really cool bowling alley/ lounge in Pasadena called 300. It was pretty pricey, but if you go to their site and give them your email, you'll get a $20 off coupon. Six of us bowled one game and played pool for an hour for $75 total. <-- totally NOT an advertisement, just want to spread the news. Spending time with my husband and with our friends was really nice and LOOOONG overdue. For the record, the wives won! Here are some pics of the night:

Want to know a secret? Did you notice the tears in my jeans? Funny story, my jeans ripped in the inner thigh. I like to attribute this to closet shrinkage. For some reason, my clothes shrink in the closet. Weird lol. Anyhow, to make it work, I got a knife and cut the other pant leg so it would have an "I totally ripped these pants on purpose" look. Was the mission accomplished? I think so.

Ok, back to the topic: Preparing for the week. I have to pack a lunch for me, pick out my clothes for work, clean something in my house, and take out something for tomorrow's meal. Oh, and the clean laundry is in a pile in my room about 2 feet high, perhaps I should try to do something about that- sounds like another day's mission. I'm still sleepy!

How was your weekend?

My very first post

I have contemplated creating a blog for quite some time. My biggest question was deciding on a topic. I mean what am I qualified to write about? Who am I? Well it hit me I am a time travelling super hero:, I work full time, I mom full time, and I manage to remain sane. The last statement may be more wishful thinking than actual fact, but hey, one can dream.
Today was a crazy day as usual. It is Saturday, which means my daughter had soccer. Last week I had the great idea to throw a party for the team, since today was their last game. So of course, today, I overslept. Because I am a professional time traveler, I was able to get to the grocery store and pick up cupcakes and still make it to the game on time. The game went well. She played goalie and blocked a goal; we cheered like she had won the world cup. She got a trophy. The kids ate cupcakes. Good times.