I was at the store a few days before Thanksgiving and the man tells me that the item I wanted would be half off on black Friday. I look at him and ask what Black Friday was. He informed me it was the day after Thanksgiving (I knew that was a big shopping day, but had never heard it called Black Friday). I tell him thank you and I would come back then to buy the item. I had never before waken up early to go shopping on that day, I HATE crowds, but this year was gonna be different. So as busy as Thanksgiving was and as tired as I was, somehow I set my alarm for 5:30am. I wake up my sister and begged her to come with me. So off to Walgreens we go (who goes to Walgreens?-us, we didn’t have a good plan). I notice we are the only car in the parking lot and figure it must be due to the bad economy. After waiting for 15 minutes, my sister and I decide to go to the door and insure we get first dibs on the items (still no cars in the parking lot). As we sit at the doors with our hands opening and shutting, we chant “OPEN, OPEN”. At about 6 am we realize the store must not open till 7 am. Lesson learned: check when stores open and make a game plan prior to heading out. If you enjoyed this post, make sure you subscribe to our RSS feed!
My husband, the girls and I sit in the car ready to go to church, but there is no sign of my 6 year old son. I knew he was ready because I had just done his hair and put his nice church shirt on. So I get out of the car and stick my head in through the garage door and yell to him to get in the car. As I look in the house I see a strange boy with no head, just a nice buttoned down shirt half over his head, upside down, twisted and completely covering his face. I think to myself, that best not be my son because I just took time to primp him all nice. Well, to my dismay it was him. I take a deep breath and yell again to get his rear end in the car now, and little thank you for ruining his nice hair and shirt that I just buttoned 10 buttons on. I get back in the car and we wait for him to get his shoes on and get in the car. As he is frustrated that he can’t get his shirt back on because he is trying to fit it over his head with all the buttons still buttoned (hello!) he simply grabs two mis-matched flip flops. My husband looks at me as if to say, “Go get him a real pair of church shoes”. I say, “He is a disaster anyway lets just go”. So off to the church we drove, along the way trying to fix what my silly son had ruined, his shirt, his hair, his him! UGGGH! Sound familiar at all?
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One of my sisters was getting a new tree this year and so it made me start to think about getting a new, bigger tree too. We were out one day shopping at Sam’s Club and saw a big Christmas tree. I had heard they sell out quickly, so I asked the clerk how many were left and he told me that was the last one. I said to my husband, “Honey, we gotta get it and can return it if we decide we don’t want it”. So we got it, because my husband does what ever I tell him to (haha) and I decide to set it up to see if it would be something we would want to keep. Well, not realizing how big 15 feet was, we put piece upon piece till it reached well over our 2nd story balcony. I was overwhelmed. Then I began to fluff. The kids were anxiously waiting to decorate. Soon my hands and arms were all torn up and my back ached. I noticed I was only on the first attachment of the tree, I only had like 12 feet more to go. The kids still begging to decorate, I found myself in the tree for 2 hours that night. So we had to post-pone the decorating till the next day. We had to drag the tree next to the stairs and put a ladder on the stairs so I could keep fluffing away. Another full hour and torn up arms passed me by. Hallelujah we were ready to decorate. As I stepped off the ladder I said, “This tree is obnoxious and huge”. I really wanted to return it and go for a 12 foot tree, but after all that work, forget it. We now proudly (?) own a HUGE tree. So the lesson learned, bigger is not always better. The fun part will be storing it…
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Over the years I have gotten better from just washing white clothes and colors seperate on the generic “normal” cycle, to now washing our nicer clothes on a delicate cycle. That is as much time as I give the clothes. If they come out of the dryer with stains then its “see you later” and off to the trash they go. Clothes are disposable in our family. Anyhow, so doing the usual routine I discover, while pulling the clothes out of the dryer, that one of my children had left crayons in their pockets. An entire load of our “nice” clothes where completely ruined. Red, blue and green all over-everywhere! So sad to say good bye to my entire uniform of shorts (thank goodness winter is coming and I won’t need them anymore). Also farewell to my husband’s favorite new shirts I had just bought him. I was so upset and disappointed to loose all that money I had invested in clothes, when it dawned on my I had just bought a flipping huge mega sized Spray ‘n Wash from Costco the other day. Why I had bought it I don’t know because I never my give time to laundry. Anyhow, since I had nothing else to do with my time that day (yeah right) I decided to just start spraying the shorts and shirts. I sprayed and sprayed until my fingers became stiff into the bent position, my wood floor was drenched in puddles of Spray ‘n Wash and when I tried to wash my hands suds kept filling the sink (it was as if my hands had absorbed all the solution). Then I tossed the load of clothes back into the wash with little hope of any change. About 45 minutes later, to much of my surprise, the clothes were perfect! I couldn’t believe my eyes. No more crayon! Yeah! So although my day was consumed with laundry I saved myself hundreds of dollars by not taking the easy way out and just tossing them into the trash. Now I just have to figure out how to teach my children not to put crayons in their pockets anymore.
Oh my gosh, after putting a little thought on this subject, it just dawned on me that the crayons were probably washable! If so that means my carpal tunnel fingers, a full bottle of Spray ‘n Wash and my valuable time were in vein. All I had to do was re-wash! Well, I’m gonna tell my husband they were permanent markers and I performed a miracle! And he is blessed to have me in his life!
So even though life gets busy, take a minute out of your busy schedule and check the pockets of the clothes you wash!
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After a sick, sleepless night I do want to propose new warning labels on bottles of hydrogen peroxide. Right now, this language is not included, so just consider yourself lucky and forewarned. It should read: IN CASE OF ACCIDENTAL INGESTION, CALL POISON CONTROL CENTER IMMEDIATELY. OR IF A BEST-SELLING BOOK ENCOURAGES YOU TO DRINK IT ON PURPOSE, ALSO CALL POISON CONTROL BUT KNOW THAT THEY WILL GET MAD AND MAKE FUN OF YOU IN THAT CASE.
As long as we are on the subject, I should also warn you that no bottle of Tylenol cautions you against putting it in your bra while you run a half marathon with friends. Whereby, it will melt and cause a burning rash that will last for years. Would you ever have thought?!!! I know I didn’t. Once again, if you are contemplating storing medicine in your bra, especially while in engaging in strenuous activity whereby it could melt-I urge you-DON’T!!!! It may seem as if you are being resourceful but the consequences are disastrous. I have been to the doctor twice to try to get healed and he can do nothing. Amazingly, this was also his first case of Tylenol bra burning, having had no previous patients with that ailment. He seemed surprised and not as enraged as I felt when you will notice that the bottles do not even suggest there could be a problem. Once again I just want to share this information with you so you do not have to make the same mistake. By the way, I am not joking-all the above is true-so seriously be careful. I do not want millions of people making my same mistakes. At least you have info to help prevent the above real life tragedies.
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Well, the poison control center has just informed me that I am stupid, in case you were wondering. I have a hard time believing this hasn’t happened to many other people although my daughter doesn’t. Her last loving words to me tonight were ‘IT’S EMBARRASSING TO KNOW YOU”.
In order to be healthy, I decided to follow some of the pH balance book mom does and do the green drink. In the book, the author says USE pH DROPS OR HYDROGEN PEROXIDE. So I do. I got a little suspicious when I poured the peroxide into the small blue bottle and the cap started blowing up like a balloon and almost exploded. However, who am I to argue with the experts?
It tasted gross but many times healthy food (and the poisonous kind for that matter) do not always taste the best. Afterwards I felt some what ill, which was sad as I was after health. I called mom to ask about why I suddenly felt deathly ill. I told her about the peroxide drops which she said comfortingly that they probably should be food grade quality and she did not know what would happen to me.
Upon my return home I go to the evil book, where about 10 times it says such things as USE REGULAR HYDROGEN PEROXIDE-THAT YOU CAN FIND IN ANY HEALTH FOOD OR GROCERY STORE. I, unfortunately, took that to mean I should use regular hydrogen peroxide that I could find in a health food or grocery store. Somehow, I missed the suggestion that it should be food grade or that there even was such a thing. Go figure!
I go to the bottle of hydrogen peroxide to see more…
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Last night my husband comes home with a female Wolf Spider, who had all her babies on her back. It was uncomfortably fascinating! Our family gathered round a glass jar to witness this rare opportunity. I surprised myself by getting my camera out to take pictures. I thought I must be crazy, not only to let this normally freaky spider into my home, but I am now taking pictures of it with the lid off! The spirit of Halloween must be present in our home.
Shortly there after, we heard my husband yell from his office, “The tarantula’s are mating!” Before I go on, let me fill you in, we have a pest control company and over the past few weeks some people have found tarantulas near their homes. Rather than kill the big nasty spiders, my husband kindly brought them home and put them in a tank in his office. So back to the story, the kids and I come running to see the tarantulas mating! It crosses my mind that my kids don’t know what mating means. As we come to the tank and see one tarantula on top of the other one, Sydney says, “Is this a good thing or a bad thing?” My husband and I look at each other realizing we did not want to have this discussion yet and just turn our heads and look at the spiders and act like we didn’t hear the comment. Then she says, “Does this mean they are getting married?” I quickly responded, “Yes, they just got married.” So as we watch this amazing force of nature take place, I run get my camera to catch the action. My husband held the lid open to the tank as I nervously took pictures. He then quietly says, “What is that in the corner of the cage?” I look thinking something was going to jump on me. He says, “Is that a leg?” I sadly agreed. He then slowly puts the lid down, turns out the light and walks away. Here he just had his whole family come to witness the miracle of life when in reality it was the end of one poor tarantula’s life. The sad truth was, they were not mating, one was in fact sucking the life out of the other.
This morning I went in the room to see what was going on and all that is left of one of the spiders is eight black hairy legs. And next to those legs is one very fat active spider. I never thought I would be the type of person who would have compassion for a creepy spider, but today I do.
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I remember a friend once telling me that her sister had asked her if I was a “homely” type of woman. I was like why the heck would she say that? I am a hot, hip and cute woman! My friend replied, “Because you don’t have call waiting on your phone nor caller ID”. So I thought to myself, why would I need call waiting, it is rude to put people on hold and why do I care who calls me, I don’t get that many calls anyways?
A few years later we added both options to our telephone service and how nice is has been to be able see who is calling before I answer the telephone and I never have to miss a call while talking on the phone with call waiting. What a great concept I had discovered only 10 years after it had been on the market. Well, that was the glimpse of the 21st Century I needed to change me from a “homely” woman to a “hip” woman! Now I can barely keep myself away from my Mac computer or my iPhone.
A few months ago when giving my email address out to people I would do so with a warning “Don’t expect me to respond to your email anytime soon, I only check my email on average once every two weeks”. It was just a hassle to check it especially since I had become so “hip” on my telephone skills. People could just call me if they had something worthwhile to email me about. Right?
So I had hear of something called the Mac computer. I really had no idea what it was but my birthday was just around the corner and I couldn’t think of anything else to get so I told my husband I wanted a Mac computer. Low and behold, I got it! I was surprised to see more…
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