- I had to text my son to ask him what year he graduated from high school. And then I felt bad because as his mom, I probably should already know that. But I didn’t. With all that guilt I probably will never forget now. On a positive note once I know one kid’s graduation year, I can figure out the other.
- Sometimes when I come across those stories on the Internet about the worst bridesmaid dresses, or ugliest 80’s hairstyle or People of Walmart, I sometimes think that I am going to click on the next picture and see myself in an embarrassing photo.
- I told my husband I needed to buy new bras. He told me to go shopping this weekend and get them. Silly man. I guess he just doesn’t realize that it takes at least 3 months to talk my mind into doing that.
- I have always had going to Burning Man on my bucket list. Except I was looking at their website on all the rules and they said you were only allowed to bring 1-ply toilet paper. Yep, not going.
- Ran across these two pictures from people trying to sell their house:
For some reason I don’t think they listened to their real estate agent.
- For the life of me I get songs from Foreigner and Journey mixed up. I know them all, I just can’t tell who sings them. Which is really irritating to my husband who knows everything about all the bands. And don’t even ask me if the song is by Boy George or George Michael.
I’ll admit it – I am becoming way too dependent on recording shows and then watching them at a later time. Okay, binge-watch them at a later time. It is not unusual for me to stay up until 3 am on a weekend trying to get all caught up on the shows I have recorded. I think this is messing with my dog’s sense of time since she has my same sleep schedule. I love how she can stay in bed with me until noon or later. She is so great.
I just figured out that I can record only the new shows and not have the TV record all the re-runs that I have already seen. I was pretty sure it could be done, it just seemed too hard to figure out and unless my husband is going to be my TV tech advisor, well I’ll just keep deleting the re-runs. That is until we get to less than 10% of free space left to record. Then I know it is going to be a matter of time before we have THAT discussion again. (And I still have no idea how the documentary on Lynard Skynard got deleted).
But what I have gotten really, really good at is speed watching my TV shows. I can watch Flea Market Flip in less than 6 minutes. I fast forward to the initial search of items, then forward to the sale at the end and then skip to the very end to see who won. Done! I can watch a dozen of these shows in an hour.
I do the same thing with House Hunters. All I want to see is what they do for a living, how much they can spend and watch the three options. Then I forward to the end to see if I am right on which one they pick. BTW, I never seem to get it right but that is part of the fun. And yes, I know the whole thing is a scam, but I like it anyway.
I don’t know how anyone can watch AGT or So You Think you can Dance or Master Chef and put up with all those commercials. Like tonight. We watched AGT that we recorded yesterday and finished up just in time to watch the results show tonight. I mean, we have this down to use the least amount of time possible. (And as a bonus we get to skip past the stupid acts but we both have to be in agreement to make it fair).
There are certain shows that I like that my husband would never watch. I have tried and tried to cajole him into watching them and know I will never win. So I get to watch Out-Daughtered, Kids Baking Championship and Judge Judy on my own. I remember how mad my daughter was when I binge watched 10 Judge Judy shows and then deleted them before she had a chance to watch. She will swear to this day that she has learned everything she needs to know about a contract by watching Judge Judy.
My next step is start watching Netflicks. Because it would be so much easier. Except we don’t have Netflicks. So I have to use my daughter’s account. I have to figure that one day she is going to kick me off of it. When she asks I always blame her brother. And tell her it couldn’t be me because I was watching Judge Judy.
While using the restroom at the Orlando Airport, I overheard a little girl (4ish years old) ask her mom: “Do you think Minnie Mouse will like me?” Her awesome mom replied, “Why of course she will! You are so nice and kind everyone at Disney will like you. Especially the princesses!” Can we all say Awwwww together?
The hotel we stayed at had 28 floors. It was fun to ride to the top with my nieces and nephew on the glass elevator. Then they left. I tried to get my husband to ride to the top with me. He refused. Until I told him I needed a picture for my blog.
Kroger vs. Publix
The debate rages on about which is better. But I think I have come to a final decision. Publix is better. Their carts push easier.
Had a wonderful time chillin’ in the ocean with my nephew-in-law, Rudy. He had never been to the FL Keys before. He asked if there were alligators. I assured him there were never in the ocean. And then I was super nice and didn’t tell him about the sharks.
I never, ever get tired of seeing Florida Palm Trees!
We had a great time visiting with family while in Orlando. So there we were, all 11 of us (mostly children) and then they closed the pool. There are only so many times you can take the elevator to the 28th floor.
Don’t hate me but I just got back from my Florida vacation. We spent half our time in Orlando and half in Marathon, FL Keys. My husband is an avid deep sea fisherman. So we try to go to the Keys annually for his fishing trips and my beach lounging. I especially look forward to the “All you can eat shrimp.” Of course anyone can order grilled shrimp outside of the State of Florida but you know how it is never enough? When we go to the FL Keys, my husband will grill so much shrimp that I get to eat as much as I want. A truly great gift that I always look forward to. As my daughter would say, I ate so much shrimp that I had a shrimp baby.
There was one MAJOR problem with our FL Keys trip. Remember that hurricane that sped through the Keys and wrecked havoc? Well, evidently part of that havoc was blowing away the local Wendy’s in Marathon. (It also blew away Burger King, but they don’t carry my salad). In preparation of the trip, I do realize that the last Starbucks I am going to see is in Islamorada. And I have made peace with that. What I didn’t know was how Hurricane Irma took my Wendy’s away. I am on vacation. I want a Wendy’s salad. I also want fish and shrimp but one can’t live on that alone. I was devastated. The ONLY fast food they had was McDonald’s, you know the cockroach of the fast food industry. Okay, they had Taco Bell and KFC too but again – SALAD! I am debating whether I should call Wendy’s corporate office and complain. You can be sure that I will check before our next visit to make sure their insurance or whatever came through and it is back.
We drove the FL Turnpike. I don’t want to complain (I know many of you are laughing at that statement) but I lived in FL for many, many years and if I remember correctly, the FL Turnpike was only supposed to be a toll road until the road was paid for. Guess they decided against that. It was just our luck to stop at the Service Center in Pompano Beach right after 3 tour buses full of teenagers were dropped off. Which means we immediately left. But not before I grabbed a bunch of these:
OMG! Monkey Jungle! Butterfly Rain Forest! Giraffes! Riverboat! But you know all I really wanted was a good book and a package of sunflower seeds. And of course a beach and an ocean.
Sadly, my tan is already fading. I would sunbathe in our back yard but without the beach it just seems so futile. Until next year!
My daughter moved out (again). But it’s different this time. I am pretty sure that she really, really means it. So I have to totally accept the fact that:
- She will never ask me to clean her bathroom again. Or offer me money until I agree to clean it.
- I will have to haul all our fur babies to the groomers and vet myself.
- I can no longer get an employee discount at the retail shoe store where she used to work.
- I won’t have to quiz her for tests. Or review all her papers. Or explain the concept of Cogito, ergo sum.
- I can no longer guilt her into running out at 8 pm to buy me ice cream.
- My husband has changed his spot in the driveway to where she used to park her car.
- I lost my gym partner.
- She has moved out. Forever. And ever.
I was really good, too. Because I truly am super excited to see her fly away and be free! She graduated college and decided to move to a different state. I was a little teary but good. And I thought I was funny as hell when she texted me during the move and my response was “Can’t text now, am sobbing because my only daughter left me.” She didn’t think it was funny at all but I was just trying to be that super cool and supportive mom. You know, don’t worry about me, go live your life and be happy.
Today was a kind of hard day. Woke up feeling melancholy and teary. My wonderful husband gathered me in his arms and kissed my forehead. He looked lovingly in my eyes and said, “She just grew up and left home. It’s okay.” (Well, in my mind that is how it went but in all honesty he was probably a little irritated when he said it).
So it’s all good. And now I get to put all my focus on the youngest child to fly and be free. I think we have different ideas of exactly what that concept means.
Don’t get me wrong, I am THRILLED to have a holiday and a day off work. It’s just that I cannot remember ever having a holiday occur in the middle of the week. Even counting Thanksgiving although I have had jobs that also give the Friday after off as a holiday as well.
So I googled it. The last time the 4th of July was on a Wednesday was in 2010. That was a helluva long time ago. Honestly I cannot even remember where I was working in 2010 (which may be an indication of job hopping but at least I stayed for at least 4-5 years at each one).
I had this conversation with my husband. His reply was “Well, you really can’t make the 4th of July holiday always occur on the first Monday in July.” Yeah, I got that. It just seems so weird to me that I am going to work Monday and Tuesday, off Wednesday for the holiday and then back to work Thursday and Friday.
And then there is the whole fireworks thing. So when officially would you set off fireworks? I heard some last weekend and I would assume I will hear more on Wednesday. But would the holiday also span into this coming weekend? I mean, since the holiday is on a Wednesday it could conceivably fall over two weekends and who doesn’t want beer, hotdogs and live ammunition blowing up in the sky over two whole weekends!
I especially liked the days where we could go to other states and get the “special fireworks.” One of the nice things about living in rural Ohio was that there was plenty of room for all the fireworks. Our current neighbor has this small cannon. He set it off one night and it made a helluva loud bang. I mean, loud enough that the cops were called. Not by us, though. We told him our family DOES. NOT. CALL. COPS. His cannon was very impressive though. I wonder if we can talk him into shooting it off again today.
The 4th of July holiday is always hard on pets. We have always made our cat stay inside on this holiday as well as Halloween. Just to be safe. Besides as quick as Boca-cat runs into my bedroom closet when he hears thunder, a bunch of loud firecracker noise is not something he enjoys. We also used to have this problem with little Casey. As soon as he heard any fireworks, he would start with the low ferocious growl (which is adorable coming from an 8-pound Yorkie) to the hell bent barking when it got really loud. We all would say “Shut up, Casey” which of course did absolutely nothing. Today at age 16, Casey is deaf so can’t hear a thing. Don’t get me wrong, he still goes outside and barks daily. It’s just that no one knows what he is barking at anymore. But he is happy and that is all that counts.
So I guess I will sleep in on Wednesday. My husband will probably BBQ something if it isn’t horribly hot out. Lawn has been mowed so that chore is off the to-do list. Not that there isn’t a boat load more yardwork that needs to be done but it is a holiday, after all. And everyone knows that yard work should only be done on the weekend.
So my daughter is moving out (again). I know this is the 4th time but I truly believe this is it. I came home from work and told her I brought her moving boxes. She said she was glad I brought the small size.
I had this same issue when my kids were in preschool. We had signed up to bring the cupcakes for a special daycare celebration. This was back in the day when I actually made the cupcakes vs. buying them from the local grocery store bakery. I had grabbed a good cupcake toting box, put all the cupcakes in it and left it on the counter for my husband to drop off with the kids the next day.
The next morning he had removed all the cupcakes from the box and was taping tin foil to the outside. When I asked him what he was doing, he said, “Next time please don’t bring a condom box for cupcake day, okay?” (I worked in public health back then and we gave out A LOT of condoms!)