Stylish, Fabulous, Hip Sunglasses

I do not have luck with fancy sunglasses or any sunglasses really. For the most part I either sit on them, loose them or get them scratched up beyond use due to laziness in putting them away. Me actually buying a new pair is fraught with finding the most inexpensive and durable while trying to still retain a look of fashion.

Having acquired a gift card for Christmas I decided to splurge and buy a really nice pair of sunglasses with the promise, to myself, to treat them properly. Never have I spent so much money on sunglasses. I think I’ve only spent this much money on a purse. Once. But they are beautiful. Very stylish and the highest quality I have ever, ever owned.

Unfortunately for the past week and a half there has been no sun. No reason for me to don my new shades. In fact if I had it might have made me drive worse. Yes, I said worse.

Until today. Here comes the sun…dada, dada, da, here comes the sun. As I slip on my sunglasses there is an air that fills me. Pretty sure it was narcissism. I am stylish, I am fabulous, I am hip. Oh, uh, I have a booger.

I take off said sunglasses and blow my nose. Replacing the sunglasses my hipness returns full force. Uh, I still have a booger.

I take off my sunglasses and this time (GROSS I KNOW) look to make sure I have blown the bothersome booger out of my nose. Maybe that is it? No, not really. Just a fluke. I put back on the trendy specs. Okay now this is getting ridiculous. Either I have a booger or I don’t.

I take off the sunglasses and this time have to fiddle around the car for a napkin as I have exhausted my normal supply. Wait a minute…oh no. My stylish, fabulous, hipness inducing sunglasses are pinching my nose and making it feel like I have a huge irritating booger. My freaking luck.

Yes I tried them on at the store I guess I just didn’t leave them on long enough. Who would have thought that stylish, fabulous, hip looking sunglasses are also evil booger imitators.

Heath Care Fit For All

I normally would never do this but I feel strongly about the nations health care system. If the Senate and Congress can develop a health care bill good enough for them then I am all for it. Therefore I'd like to push their accountability a little further.

On Tuesday, the Senate health committee voted 12-11 in favor of a two-page amendment, courtesy of Republican Tom Coburn which would require all Members of Congress and their staff members to enroll in any new government-run health plan.

Congressman John Fleming has proposed an amendment that would require Congressmen and Senators to take the same health care plan that they would force on us. (Under proposed legislation they are exempt.)

Congressman Fleming is encouraging people to go to his Website and sign his petition. The process is very simple. I have done just that at: http://fleming.house.gov/index.html

Senator Coburn and Congressman Fleming are both physicians. Regardless of your political beliefs, it sure seems reasonable that Congress should have exactly the same medical coverage that they impose on the rest of us.

Please urge as many people as you can to do the same!

Sassy Go Away

Would someone tell me where the sass came from? And more importantly how to get rid of it.

Teagan has entered a very sassy time. She is using “adult” phrases and I’m not talking about cussing. I have really worked hard at curtailing my sailor mouth. No, she is using my discipline phrases. “Are you listening to me?” “Go to your room!” “Hush, right now.” These phrases should be used by Mommy and maybe Daddy but never, never children under eighteen. Just imagine a three year old putting her hands on her hips, giving you a drop dead stare, and with a monotone harsh voice through gritted teeth saying “You just need to hush.” ~twitch, twitch~ Oh, how I almost came unglued. WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU JUST TELL ME TO DO???”

How am I suppose to combat this? These are my phrases and they are needed on several occasions. I assure you the phrases are better said, than not said and me swatting her butt. This has only happened just recently that it’s full time sass. Before it would be scattered throughout the month maybe the week but now it’s an everyday and several times a day occurrence.

I don’t think it’s an aggression against my return to work. In fact I think she is appreciates me more now that I’m not at her beck and call. I honestly am dumbfounded where this habit was picked up. I know all kids want to be treated older than they are but this is ridiculous.

1...2...3...Resolution

Another year gone and now a new year to look expectantly to with hopes of improvement. So far my new year’s resolutions have not made it the entire year. Except one. A few years ago I resolved to send birthday cards to family and friends. It was a good one for me to take the time to remember the people so important in my life and it made them feel good knowing I did. This actually lasted a few years before the cost of time, materials and stamps were outweighing the results. I guess in this era I could switch to e-cards.

This year is going to be tough for several reasons. I guess I should label this year the bite the bullet year or maybe the suck it up year. Some aspirations cost more than others but that is what makes it worth it.

#1) As of today my amazing husband is going to be a student again. He is going to need study time, homework time, reading time, basically extra time that is going to come out of “our” time. This sucks so badly. I’m going to have to pick up the slack where he has to let it go. Amazing hubby is not like the majority of men. He helps around the house, with the kids, with cooking and basically everything else. Now with his new endeavor I don’t expect him to do as much as he does now. That means I have to. I will suck it up because he deserves this. I hated school. Barely made it through and really do not want to add on to my degree for anything. Even though challenging, Hubby liked school and learning for him is easy and has enjoyment value but overall this offers stability for his career and our family. I will make sure the sacrifice he is making will not be overburdened with things I can do. And that means not complaining about it too. Suck it up.

#2) My next resolution is to blog two times or more a week. This sounds easy but it really is not. I don’t want to spew out words just to post them. I want offer some humor or insight for my readers. Since I became employed (have I said how happy it makes me to have a job? I’m so happy.) it has become even more difficult to find time to write. Even my ideas are fewer since my main muses are my girls and I get less time with them because of working. However I love to write. I enjoy trying to create, with words, the anecdotes I want to share. Besides I relish reading the comments. In order to do this I’m going to have to give up some mind numbing surfing on the net or Facebook time. These silly things help me unwind and de-stress but I’m going to have to bite the bullet and write. I will have to de-stress with resolution number three. I am sure I will “cheat” and post a picture once and awhile but I will bite the bullet and devote time to write for you, my dear readers.

#3) Three resolutions? You are asking yourself “how freakin’ crazy are you.” How am I going to fit in another resolution? By giving up sleep. I am joining a gym. Yes like everyone’s resolutions I am trying to get healthy. I have gotten so fat that even fat clothes look bad on me. It’s very depressing. I’ve got to do something about it. I will not tell you how much I have to lose and I will not post my goals. I am holding myself accountable and refuse to let the internet community hold me accountable too. Now because of resolution one and two my extra night hours are gone so instead I’m going to wake up early and go to the gym. I love sleep so very much. This may be the very hardest of all three resolutions because I will be introducing pain and giving up my most prized hobby. Before kids I would sleep nine to eleven hours easily. Once I slept for fifteen hours and I wasn’t even sick. I just love sleep. So this would be considered the suck it up and bite the bullet resolution all in one.

A year from now my husband will be several classes smarter, my blog will be a minimum of 104 posts longer and my waist will be inches smaller. I hope.

She's A Genius

Daddy put Teagan in bed for her nap, and put Kaitlyn on the changing table, to change her and the following is Daddy and Teagan’s conversation.

Teagan – Why you have to change her butt?

Daddy – Cause she has a big potty butt.

Teagan – You need to get more diapers, Daddy.

Daddy – We don't need more diappers.

Teagan – You need to get more diapers, Daddy.

Daddy – You need to take a nap.

Teagan – You need to calm down, Daddy.

Daddy – I am calm.

Teagan – CALM DOWN DADDY!

Daddy – I don't think you know what that means, Teagan.

Teagan – I'm a genius, Daddy.

Visit with Santa

The girls did not really like Santa last year. In fact they were scared of him. I wanted a picture with Santa for this year but because of last year's issues I was reluctant. So when I saw that Walmart was having a free Santa I didn't want to let it pass.

I dressed the girls in their Christmas dresses. We actually had to stop by Target first and get new dress shoes since last years were too small. I know why go to Target when I was heading to Walmart. Simple, selection. Teagan got cute black dress shoes and Kaitlyn got ruby red sparkle shoes (I love them the most and so does she).

We get to Walmart and the Santa was very nice. It took both girls a moment to warm up but it helped that he had candy. The key to their little hearts. Although Kaitlyn didn't tell him what she wanted until she was back safely in Mommy's arms.

I know it was free but the Santa was really fake. Fake beard, fake belly. And I think he was around my age. Bummer. Since it went rather well I want to go to see a better Santa but Hubby says no way. Too much of a hassle I suppose.

Here are the girls and a Walmart Santa. Unfortunately you can't see Kaitlyn's shoes!

Merry Christmas!

Black Friday Marathon

Black Friday shopping. Did you go? Have you ever gone? I happen to love shopping on Black Friday. There is a rush that is better than espresso yet doesn’t last as long. I guess it’s a mixture of the lack of sleep from getting up and out so early, the crispness of the air as you wait to get into your first stop and the actual vibe you get from the other shoppers sharing in the experience. Most people are rather nice. Talkative as you wait. A giddiness resembling little school kids doing something taboo. Like you, they are looking for the deal and are willing to give up some creature comforts to get said deal.

For years I went alone. Battled the throngs with no one slowing me down. I can’t imagine having a companion to fight the jewelry counter with. If you have never been the jewelry counter is by far the most vicious of shopping arenas. Women will step on you and shove you out of the way for clearance pearls. Toys are bad but at least there you can grab and don’t have to wait on someone to get it out of a locked case.

Three years ago was the first time I had a partner. I actually had two. At the time I was almost nine months pregnant with our second child and Hubby couldn’t see letting me go alone. I’m not sure if the concern was for me, our unborn child, or silly people that would get in the way of crazy prego woman. Either way together we mapped out a plan. He left most of it me as he only really wanted to go to one computer store. I set out before 4 a.m. with Hubby and Teagan, who had just turned one. It was quick and painless. In and out of all the stores. I knew where everything was and we grabbed and went. His computer store took the longest as they didn’t seem as well prepared for mass customers. We were done within three hours and topped the wonderful morning off with breakfast out.

I thought it was a great experience and it opened me up to the thought of future companion shopping.

The next year we had Grandma and Grandpa staying for the Thanksgiving holiday so they agreed to watch the bears so Hubby and I could go Black Friday shopping alone. This year we went to Best Buy to snag a laptop for me. I was so stoked because I have never owned my own computer. I have had several joint pc’s but nothing just mine. When we finally got past the velvet ropes they were sold out. Major bummer. However the sales guys were super nice and helped us find one that was a little more expensive but worth it. I have the laptop and stand off to the side while Hubby goes to look at something else. While standing there another associate asks me if I was looking to buy a laptop. I told him yes but the one I really wanted had been sold out. He said “Do you mean this one? I just found a stack of them.” It was the one I wanted and I could have hugged the guy. I’ve had this laptop for a year and still love, love, love it. Hubby and I ended up spending way too much money but I have to admit we use it all and often. After that we went to several other stores and arrived back home right as the bears were waking up.

Most of you know I have been out of work for a very long time and Hubby has also hit a snag in employment. So this year is going to be lean regardless. With that in mind I scrutinized the Black Friday ads this year very carefully. Since we already have a great T.V. with electronics, great computers and a camera that works (I hate it but can’t justify buying a new one when it does the job) I didn’t find anything worth getting up early for. However Mom was going and since I love the fun I decided to tag along.

First let me say I love my Mom. She is one of my closest friends and is and always has been Super Mom. Downright perfect in every way.

That being said I will never go shopping with her again. I am use to a two hour marathon of grabbing and going to the next eight stores. Mom is a marathon shopper too. But a time marathon. We started at 3:30 AM and ended at 1:30 PM. Ten hours, six stores, and three stores twice. She would buy so many things we would have to check out to take it to the car and then go back for more. I had walked for so long my hip started to hurt. Mom was fine. Decades older than me and she was running circles around my gimp butt. Finally I had to throw in the towel. She dropped me off and then went out to more stores. I have no idea how she did it. Now mom was a little loopy at the end of the day and had a zombie stare to her but she certainly put me to shame.

I will go shopping next year but I will either go alone or with Hubby. I can only take one year of being humiliated and left wasted the next day.