Um... I got nothing

I am a child of the late 80s and early 90s. I clearly realize what LindyLoo was talking about when she said that fashion would come back to haunt you. The clothes that she wore in high school came back in fashion when I was in high school and now the stuff I wore as a kid is coming back. I can think of only one thing that I wish would come back: slap bracelets.

I was not a fashionista growing up, I was uber awkward. I tried really hard to look cool, but always came up pretty short of my mark. I had the scruchie socks in neon orange, green and pink, I had the shirt tie and I hate to admit it buy I wore strechtie pants. Not a good idea for the fat kid, just in case you were wondering. None of this could have prepared me for what I came upon yesterday.

I was in the Wal Mart parking lot. I saw two separate people sporting a fanny pack. Yes the fanny pack has made its way back into our lives. Somethings should stay dead. The first one I saw was a lady who should have been on people of walmart.com. She was wearing Mom jeans and sneakers, with a fanny pack that she has probably owned since 1994. It was forest green and was everything you can imagine a fanny pack to be.

In the very same minute a kid got out of his car wearing Seven jeans, a shirt from American Eagle and a fanny pack made by Louis Vuitton. I kid you not. What is this world coming to? Seriously people, some things should stay dead, I wasn't joking.

At this point I am about to fall right over in the parking lot because I can not contain my laughter. As if a man-bag isn't bad enough, but now they are buying name brand (expensive) fanny packs. I must express my disappointment with Louis Vuitton, this can not be considered even slightly fashion forward.

Moral of the story: if you are a dude, please don't carry a man bag or wear a fanny pack, people will point and laugh at you, I promise.

This is what happens...

I have three pugs, they are naughty! Most of the time I can deal with the naughty, but Heineken took to a whole new level this past week.

Heineken will follow C2 around all day and pick up whatever he drops. She eats everything. Her favorites are Cheetos, french fries and most recently cheesy shells. I headed some shells up for C2 the other day and left them on the table. I forgot all about it and when I got out of the shower there were no more shells on the table and a bowl shattered all over the floor. She liked every piece clean. MrT swept up the glass and we went on our merry way.

Fast forward about two and a half days and surprise: Heineken is not feeling well. MrT took her to the emergency vet (please read: expensive vet) and they did an x-ray. Low and behold there was a piece of glass lodged in her stomach.

Approximately $2000 later, this is what we are looking at. As you can see, she is not amused by the fact that she is wearing this, neither is she amused by Check City where she will be spending the next week with mom.

This picture as you can see in this picture: C2 is happy as pie that she is wearing the cone of shame:

Moral of the story: do not eat glass shards lest ye wear the cone of shame!

Freedom Of Speech

I would like to take the opportunity to use Freedom of Speech. I love this right! I love that I can say what I want, listen to what I want and believe what I want. I think that we often take this for granted and we judge too harshly those who speak differently.

Freedom of Speech works both ways, I have the right to say it and I have to afford you the same right. Just because we don't agree doesn't mean that we can't both be right.

MrT and I see things pretty much the same way pretty much all the time. There have been a select few times when we remember things differently. Neither of us can prove who is right, so we just agree to remember it differently.

I am so sick of seeing grown men and women not allowing others to utilize their Freedom of Speech. We do not have to agree on everything, can't somethings just be left alone. The health care reform is killing me, I don't think there will ever be a middle ground. There is too much money to be made by the insurance companies and there are too many people without insurance. Clearly no middle ground to rush on to.

I know the system is broken and I think the solution is out there, but I do not think that pushing it through as fast as possible is going to fix anything, it will probably just make it worse.

Birthday!

So it was my birthday this past weekend. I love birthdays, they are a huge deal to me. I am not just talking about my birthday, all birthdays. I love celebrating them and relishing that the whole day should be about the birthday kid.

I have noticed that as the years have gone by; I have gotten significantly less excited about my own birthday. This year marks 28... not a huge number but still a larger number than 10 years ago. Isn't it crazy how different your life is in 10 years. I graduated 10 years ago and I thought that nothing could ever go wrong. I have learned that nothing really ever goes wrong, just different than you had planned.

Roger and LindyLoo came to get C2 on Friday. They took him to Idaho for the whole weekend... Now, I understand that all parents need a break sometimes, and this break was a huge learning experience for me and MrT. We had all these huge plans, we were going to go out, stay out late, sleep in and do whatever we wanted. We discovered that 98% of our lives revolve around C2 and without him around we were extremely LAME! I am talking way lame. We went out to dinner, we didn't order drinks so we thought we would stop at the bar on the way home. We stayed there for aproximatley 10 minutes and left. It was about 9:30 and we were ready for bed. Saturday went about the same way, who does that? I mean a whole weekend with no kid and all we really wanted to do was be at home in our sweats and slippers.

Needless to say, we really missed the kid. It was so quiet around the house and I missed the wet willies and chasing him around the house.

I have learned that being a mom is the greatest thing I have ever done and I am so glad that MrT and I have C2. I am so greatful for MrT and C2 and I couldn't live without them.

Vacuum Bags

I have no affiliation with Febreze, they did not pay me to write this, they did not ask me to write this. OK, now that we are done with small print stuff...

The other day I was in need of vacuum bags; I know you are thinking to yourself, "who still uses a vacuum with a bag?" That aside, MrT went to the store for me and came back with the most amazing vacuum bags ever created! They are regular bags, but they have a Febreze patch on them. I was astounded to find out how awesome they really were.

Vacuuming in my house is a big deal. I have a toddler and three dogs that shed year round. I spend a lot of quality time with my vacuum, and that is putting it lightly. I also use a lot of Febreze, so this was like dream come true.

Now that I am looking back at it now and think that I must lead a pretty boring life if vacuum bags get me that excited. Nonetheless, I was pretty stoked.

Wet Willies

This post is about Wet Willies.

When I was growing up, Roger always gave willies, dry ones. You would be sitting there in church, nodding off and BAM! Finger in the ear. I prefer wet willies. MrT does not even flinch when given one. I find that rather strange...

Anyway; I taught C2 how to give them and now he thinks they are the funniest thing ever. He is great at it too. We were goofing around the other day and he stuck his whole finger in his mouth and screamed "WILLIES". I hid under the blanket and he still found my ear and proceeded with his orginal plan. I have decided that he has the perfect sized finger for it. It is aproximately the same size as a Q-Tip and fits just right in the opening of your ear.

I am proud to say that I taught him this excellent talent and can't wait for Roger to come visit. Payback is awesome!