Going Crazy, Bad Days, On an ErrandMay 29, 2008 3:34 pm

Going to get your new driver’s license and your new vehicle registration is not something I would recommend with PMS.  Do not go at the end of the month, around lunch time, when you have PMS.  Do not go if you do not know EXACTLY where it is.  You will get lost, curse your gps and curse your anxiety.  Do not go with PMS.

Do not take children.

If you have to take children, leave Sugar at least one with someone else. 

Do not go with PMS.

We went yesterday and I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

We waited at the DOL for an hour– and I almost couldn’t get my license because I didn’t have my proof of address.  (It’s a rule that I must always forget something.)  And then on the way to the DMV I got hopelessly lost, and I started to totally lose it.

At least the children were well behaved and incredibly patient.  I know Sugar would have made it a nightmare so I am glad she was with a friend.  

Four hours of my life that I will never get back.  

But at least I am registered and at least I didn’t cry like I did when I got my Utah license.  I guess that means I am happy to be here.

Going Crazy, House, On an ErrandMay 8, 2008 4:46 pm

There is something about being so sick, being so debilitated that you can’t do anything that kind of knocks the lazy out of a person.  All of a sudden, I NEED to do EVERYTHING.  But I CANNOT do ANYTHING.

For the past few years weeks it seems like I waste A LOT of time on the internet.  I waste a lot of time doing stuff other than clean my house, play with my kids or do my business.  Lately I feel like I haven’t been able to accomplish very much.  And then BAM! I am flat on my back (head elevated enough to keep at least one nostril free of blockage) unable to do anything but surf the web. 

And it infuriates me.  "I am just wasting time!" I think to myself.  And yet, when I am well, I don’t mind wasting the time at all. 

Think the man upstairs has a lesson He’s trying to teach me?  I do not think getting sick was a coincidence.  I done been schooled.  Knock that lazy out of my house.

Just Me, On an ErrandApril 12, 2008 5:29 am

Fact: I have been pregnant three times in the past 6 years.

Fact: My body looks like I have been pregnant three times in the past 6 years.

Fact: I lack the commitment to do situps on a regular basis.

Fact: All the cute jeans, including the ones I just bought, sit below the waist.

Fact: Below the waist jeans tend to give one muffin top.

Fact: I personally have muffin top whenever I wear jeans (though I keep my flesh covered, thank you.) 

Fact: I do not like my muffin top. 

Fact: I do not like to do sit ups  (see third fact down from top.)

Fact: I either don’t believe in plastic surgery or don’t have the financial means to have it done.  Take your pick. 

Conclusion: I must own one of these.  My decision is final, I will buy one within the month.

I NEED one 

I will keep you posted and let you know how it goes! 

Daily Living, On an ErrandNovember 5, 2007 7:48 pm

Well, the Halloween went great.  Pictures later.  The witch came and the candy is now under my bed gone.

The haircut is fixed.  Muchly much better.  I got my money back from Awful Great Clips and got it cut at a different place. 

We are pulling our little house off the market.  But, yay, we have a renter. 

Busy day today.  More later. 

Kids are Weird, Life, Photos, Daily Living, Small Town Life, On an ErrandSeptember 26, 2007 11:19 pm

Did you know that a toddler can actually suck the color out of a washable marker?  In the mouth long enough, the tip of a red marker becomes white.  It’s true.  I witnessed it today.

I also learned today that in a relatively sterile looking environment, such as the Jiffy Lube, that small children can make incredible messes?  They WILL dump water all over the chairs and suck color out of markers.

In case you were wondering, small children will also color their entire legs with marker in the car.  One year olds intoxicated with washable ink will unravel all the toilet paper in the public restroom while you wash your hands.

I used to think it was difficult to take three children out in public.  I now know that it is not the number of small people that accompany you, but the specific individuals that you bring along that make the difference in your ease of excursion.  Two children in public can just as tricky as three if you take the right ones with you.