Post A Note Tuesday...

Okay so I ran out of original ideas......

Here are a few notes from how I feel today.  No vent....just comments!

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Throughly Thursday

It has been Thursday all day.  Not Freedom Friday, not hump day Wednesday, but Thursday.  You know the day that drags the week out one day longer and pulls the Friday closer.  I took little darling #2 to the movies.  We saw Toy Story 3 in 3D.  I thought this would be a good idea.  Thought was the key word. 

My first shock was the matinee price.  When did you have to take a loan out for an adult ticket and one child.  Child under 3 mind you.  Second shocker...second mortgage for popcorn and a drink.  Okay, so I don't get out much!

We got our food and 3D glasses, made our way to our seats and got comfy.  Little darling #2 does not weigh enough to keep the theater seats down.  So she was leaning on the armrest for balance and support.  The 3D glasses would not stay on her face, so she got to watch the movie in the non-3D blurry state.  Ten minutes into the movie, a little voice calls "Mommy, I hate Toy Story."  Great 90 minutes to go!

Best part, we have to leave 5 minutes before the movie is over because one of us has to go to the bathroom.  I'll let you figure out which of us couldn't wait.  Let's just say we will be waiting a while longer before we revisit the movie theater again.

DISTRACTIONS OF THE REAL WORLD...IN OTHER WORDS...WHAT ELSE HAS BEEN GOING ON...

It is August 1st and time for a reality check.  My last post was some time in June.  That means a month has absolutely flown by with virtually no documentation for you.  I promise more interesting storys to come.  Including the conversations from the weekends that may or may not be able to repeated.  I may have to remove the mouth filter just for you.  Since it is closed to my "witching" hour, I'm off.

What Were They Thinking..

Today's nugget comes from Little Darling #2's daycare.  I do have to say I adore her daycare and the thought of having a Trike-A-Thon is a good idea.  However, I am sure glad I did not have to supervise 17 2 and 3 year olds on trikes.  I actually had video to share, but it was too big:)

As an additional gem, one of the boys spent the entire time whining as his parent (winner of the Duh! award) did not sign the permission slip or bring his bike.  Poor kid.  Absolutely broke my heart.

Conversations From The Weekend....

I've been racking my brain for the last few hours to recall a conversation from the weekend worth repeating....I got nothing!  What does that say for my weekend?!

DISTRACTIONS OF THE REAL WORLD...IN OTHER WORDS...WHAT ELSE HAS BEEN GOING ON...-

You would think after two weeks of quiet on this end I would have much to say.  Nope!  I'm currently operating in survival mode.  Let's see if I can make it back this week.

Conversations From The Weekend....

Darling #2 - "I turn momma into a witch"

Momma - "You're a little too late!"

DISTRACTIONS OF THE REAL WORLD...IN OTHER WORDS...WHAT ELSE HAS BEEN GOING ON...

It is hard to believe another week has come and gone.  What have I been doing as I haven't been here.  Seriously, I've been doing the working mother, sick child, loving wife and etc.   Let's face it, we mommas never get a break.  My fantasy is to come home to a clean house and dinner on the table.  If you want me to be in hog heaven, add to that an empty inbox and an iced coffee.  If you want me keep me, do this two days in a row.  I swear I'm that easy.

Wednesday, Little Darling #2 was running a 101 temp when daddy picked her up from daycare.  No swim class for her that night.  Thursday, I spent the morning with her and daddy took off early so I could go into work for 1/2 day.  Daddy took Little Darling #2 to the doctor...Ear Infection.  No swimming on Thursday either.  Friday, I tried the "dose and drop" at daycare.  3 hours later I get a phone call to come get her.  I walk in the daycare, she is laying on the floor whining.  Talk about a guilt trip.

Saturday, we did the Make-N-Take craft at Michael's after cleaning the house.  We have a wonderful homemade frame for Daddy.   Followed by making a tutu for daycare on Monday.  Dress up day!

Sunday, we completed the dress up day clothes with a homemade wand.   There is my recap.  If you stuck with me, you deserve a medal.

Whispers From The Wee One...

"Tie this or you go to time out!"

"Don't Kiss Me!"

"Daddy.  Momma Fall Down!"

"I have feber!"

DISTRACTIONS OF THE REAL WORLD...IN OTHER WORDS...WHAT ELSE HAS BEEN GOING ON...

Wow.  I knew life had been busy, but I didn't realize I had not posted since the end of May.  Jeepers!  Let's see.  Between work, home and picking up the slack of having a spouse who has been working lots of overtime, it's just a matter of life happening.

We purchased a wooden swing/fort thing for the backyard.  It took us 3 days (not full days, just a couple of hours a day) to put it together.  Little Darling #2 loves it.  The girl can't get enough of it.  Of course, we finished it just in time for the 90+ degree weather.  Puts a damper on playing outside as momma is highly allergic to heat. 

Little Darling #2 and I spent an hour at Michael's doing the make-n-take craft.  Put a pair of scissors in that girl's hand and you can pretty much spent the rest of your day picking up scraps of paper.  Building the book as fun. 

I'm sure I've missed many adventures.  Stick with me.  It should be interesting.

More Conversations From The Weekend....

Hubby - "What do you want to drink?"

Me - "Diet Vanilla Dr. Pepper."

Hubby - "What do you want?"

Little Darling #1 - "Cherry Limeade Slush."

Little Darling #2- "Daddy, what I want?"

Conversations From The Weekend...

Hubby - "That board needs to be turned."

Me - "If I turn that board around, the holes will be on the wrong end. Look at the instructions."

Hubby - "I've looked at the instructions. You have to flip that board so the big holes are at the top."

Me - "If I flip this board, the other holes will not line up."

Hubby - "Just flip the board upside down. See!"

Me - "Oh. Carry on."

DISTRACTIONS OF THE REAL WORLD...IN OTHER WORDS...WHAT ELSE HAS BEEN GOING ON...

Let's see...This week has flown.  Last thing I clearly remember it was Monday and today is Sunday.  Wow Wow Wubbzy.  Monday through Thursday was.....well, work.  Not much more.  Friday, I worked until 2 and picked up Little Darling #2 from daycare early.  We went in search of a floral arrangement for memorial day as hubby's dad served in the military, but was not buried in the National Cemetary.  We found an arrangement that goes over the top of the headstone and a couple little flags to place in it. 

Yesterday...more yawn fest...literally.  I dozed on and off on the couch for 2 hours while trying to get Little Darling #2 to take a nap.  We also purchased a wooden gym set.  We need to start putting it together still.  This should be interesting as hubby and I have two different way of approaching projects.  So there will be more to blog on this topic.

Today was a trip to the cemetery after church as well as running errands hubby forgot to do yesterday.  Gotta love being every one's memory.  One day, I'm going to be reminding everyone to wipe their butts after using the bathroom. 

Tomorrow is off to my parents' house.  It should be interesting as well as more to blog.  Stayed tuned for the new adventures of me!

What Were They Thinking..

As I was agonizing about what to write for my “What Were They Thinking…” post, I remembered the below from our work break room:



When I first saw this little gem, I thought WTW (What the What)! It was not until my drink purchase was stuck that I could truly appreciate the ingenuity of the individual who posted said sign. The story is that the individual who posted the sign was tired of frustrated employees hurling obscenities and coffee mugs at the vending machine.



The trick here is to reach through the opening and slide the ruler between the swinging gate as you use it to nudge your purchase until it falls. While you are attempting this feat, there is a wonderful beeping sound. It is almost like an annoying car alarm. I felt as though I were violating the machine. Seriously, who wants to be poked with a stick, or in this case, a ruler? I kept waiting for the vending police to arrive, arrest me and put me on a vending machine violator list. If this happened, does that mean when I move I have to register as a vending violator and who would I register with? Additionally, would I need to avoid all contact with future vending machines?

Seriously, only in Arkansas to do we post signs telling people how to violate vending machines while getting your purchase unstuck!

More Conversations from the Weekend...

Me - "Give me a kiss goodnight."

Little Darling #2 - "No Mommy.  Not tonight!  Not tonight!"

Hubby - "Did she say what I think she said?"

Me - "Yes.  She practicing for when she is married."

P.S. - I did get my kiss goodnight.

Conversations from the Weekend...

Hubby - "When you left service, I was asleep."

Me - "Yes, you were.  I went to hand you the bulletin and the card that pastor was referencing, but you were asleep.  I put it in my purse and left."

Hubby - "I remember praying and the next thing I know, you were leaving early to help the children's minister.  Why didn't you wake me?"

Me - "I didn't want to spoil the entertainment.  Not my job to keep you awake during service."

DISTRACTIONS OF THE REAL WORLD...IN OTHER WORDS...WHAT ELSE HAS BEEN GOING ON...

What can I say I've been so busy that this snuck by me.  Between the extra hours hubby has been working and the "I know you are sick and I'm here to help keep you caught up" fairies debacle, my life has been on spin cycle for the last week. 

In the meantime, we ran into one of Little Darling #2's daycare buddies at the mall.  The two of them had a blast playing in the play area.  I have discovered Little Darling #2 is not a climber.  I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.  The good is that I do not have to nail all the dressers to the walls.  The bad thing is she has no upper body strength.  I'll let you decide.

Thursday was our annual pen pal picnic.  Our business is a partner in education for one of the local elementary schools.  We write letters to 3rd graders all year long and meet them before school ends.  This year due to weather we had to meet in the tornado shelter.  Nothing like 4 3rd grade classes with the same number of adults in a small confined area.  Somewhere there is a video of my "not so firm" body in a potato sack racing my pen pal.  Should you see that video on the Internet, please feel free to delete that sucker.

That's all I've got this week.  Good luck searching for the video.  I'd try my FB friends if you are bored and need something to do.

Happy Saturday...I think

I hate when I'm sick and miss work.  It is nothing like feeling you are a slacker in every aspect of your life because the "I know you are sick and I'm here to help keep you caught up" fairies failed miserably once again to perform their duties.  Surely, this mythical creatures could have taken 15 minutes out of their busy little schedules to actually do something useful.

As it is Saturday, this is supposed to be my "lounge in pajamas until almost noon and then get dressed" day.  With Starbucks normally delivered to me via the hubby, life takes a deep breath for me.  Not today.  Hubby is working.  Darn him.  So I have been to the vet (appointment made by hubby), Starbucks (Momma is still getting her coffee), the bank (twice), the post office, the library, the pet store, Walgreens and the mall all before 1:30 p.m.  I know you are all jealous as I still have a house to clean, laundry to wash and groceries to buy.

I'm thinking I deserve some sort of an "atta girl" as I did all the above with darling #2 in tow.  I'm not sure who at Apple invented the iPod, but that person is a hero in my book.  Darling #2 is in love my old iPod as she puts on the headphones and watches Dora.  What a lifesaver that sucker was today!

What Were They Thinking..

Here's a picture my BFF texted me....



Best part....when it comes time to pay at WallyWorld, she reaches into the girls and pulls out bills and change.  Makes you want to be a cashier:).  I'm so jealous!  Even better, cashier says the bills were moist.  Gross!

Adventures in Ebay

Here's one of the best kept secrets in our house....Hubby is completely computer illiterate.  I'm not kidding.  His illiteracy has become an epic over the past 3 days.  He has been shopping eBay for the past two weeks searching for an auto part.  Don't ask...it is a story all by itself.  On Friday, he wants me to setup a pay pal account so he can purchase said part.  I told him to do it himself or he would never learn.  He's like look I've never taken a class on using computers.  I can't let this comment go and I say "do you think they off a "pay pal" class in college.  Figure it out.  An hour later, he comes in the bedroom and says he has purchased the part twice and paid for it twice.  Picture me shaking my head.

I put away my stuff and come out to look at the desktop.  He may have purchased twice, but has not paid twice.  I tell him to contact the sender and have the sender fix it.  He does.  The seller tells him it will be fixed in the morning.

Saturday, one of the transactions is missing, but the other transaction now has double the shipping.  I tell him to contact the sender again.  The sender is out of town and it will be Sunday before it is fixed.

Sunday....Still nothing and husband has been complaining ever since and somehow this is my fault!

Conversations From The Weekend....

Hubby - "When did you get up?"

Me- "Seven."

Hubby - "What's wrong."

Me - "Stomach cramps."

Hubby - "Didn't you just have a period."

Me - "Yes....I said "Stomach Cramps".  Like in stomach bug."

Hubby  - "OOHHH!"

Under my breath -  "I hope you're next"!!!!!  (insert fiendish laughter)

DISTRACTIONS OF THE REAL WORLD...IN OTHER WORDS...WHAT ELSE HAS BEEN GOING ON...

I've managed to pick up a nasty little stomach virus yesterday and today I feel like my stomach has been punched repeatedly.  Before the invasion, we took Little Darling #2 to get her hair cut for the first time.  Just a quick trim.  She still has all her curls. 

Little Darling #1's birthday is today.  We got his cake on Saturday.  Not sure when I will get to taste it.  I still need to get a present for his sister to get him.  I didn't quite get that errand finished.  I'm not sure what to get him.

One of my beastie's will be having baby #2 today.  I'm super excited.  Her darling will share the same birthday of Little Darling #1.

Who's Child Is This?

I love this comparison.  Of course she is a year older now, but people still comment how she is my clone.  It is almost scary how much alike we are.  You know what is really scary?  I still have the dress in my picture!



Picture said outfit pulled tight at the neck on that chubby baby.  My mother insists it's the same outfit.  This is either scary or an episode of Hoarders!

Conversations From The Weekend....

Hubby - "He doesn't know how to hang his balls?"

Me - "What????!!!!"

Hubby - "Look out the window. He doesn't know how to hang his balls."

Me - "Oh you're right. Don't you hang the balls from the ball hitch?"

Hubby - "Normally, but obviously he doesn't get it. Who hangs their balls of to the side like that?!"

Me - "Oh, he's from Oklahoma. It figures."

For those trying to figure out what we are talking about, here is the link:  Unique Truck Accessories.

Public Service Announcement

So today I posted the following on FB "Too bad you can't fire family!" I posted because I thought the quote was very true for so many of us. However, my family did not find it nearly as entertaining as I did. I must have hit the guilty bone because everyone wanted to make sure it wasn't them. For the record....IT. IS. NOT. YOU.

DISTRACTIONS OF THE REAL WORLD...IN OTHER WORDS...WHAT ELSE HAS BEEN GOING ON...

Let's see...I've sent out a few "belated" birthday cards as I cannot seem to get my act together. So sorry girlies. I picked up a couple of graduation cards. I've got to get those in the mail because I'm certain they don't make a "belated" graduation card. If they did, would it be because the graduation was delayed or because the card was late. Don't spend too much time thinking that one through. I didn't.

We missed the library this week. I'll have to squeeze in little darling #2's weekly visit this Wednesday. Openly, I act like this is normal. However, secretly I love that I have a reader. Hee! Hee!

Mother's Day Morning we visited the cemetary as hubby lost his mother in March. Little darling #2 had fun with mommy chasing her in church clothes through the headstones. Not Funny. She also wanted to know why we were leaving the flowers and started crying for them when we left.

Mother's Day Evening we visited my mother. Why is it the family visits for me mean overeating? It's not like that was encouraged when I was a child. Hell, I remember being openly critized for my weight at home. I think it is ironic that all four of us girls have weight issues. What could that possibly mean?????

Regardless of my snarky comments, it was a good visit. Little darling #2 and I picked strawberries again. We needed a break from the family. One day I need to try and explain sister #2's marriage as I don't get it. Seriously, her life could be a blog all by itself. Sister #3 left her hubby at home (Thank Gawd) and Sister #4 is not married (oh she has issues too). I love them to death, but can only take them in small doses.

Happy Mother's Day to all! I hope you got what you wanted. We know that was peace and quiet without having to lift a finger. But we all know that was not the case. Here's to hoping your day was great no matter what.

Typical Saturday...Sort Of!

First, what is a typical Saturday?  Here we go: grocery list, laundry, budget, library, shopping, housework (when we get to it) and making the meals for the week.  To sum it up...everything that does not get done Sunday through Friday, gets done on Saturday. Not Today. Admittedly, we did a few of the items: grocery list, shopping and laundry as well as a side to trip to Wild Things Farm.  We took little darling #2 strawberry picking for the first time.  We had a blast.  She would pick the berries and throw them in the basket.  Perfection is not what do you expect from a two year old. 



It doesn't matter that every berry we have is bruised and battered(5+ pounds of bruised berries), we had a great time. Now....how do you freeze these suckas?

What Were They Thinking..

Seriously, this is the car I was following home today.  You can't tell from this picture, but that is a temporary tag on this vehicle.  This brings me to my point...did this happen before or after you purchased the car?  Hopefully after, but you never know.

That. Is. All!

Lost Earring

When I'm not at home, I manage a staff of 5 for a privately-owned corporation.  Today, I was wearing these really cute french hook earrings.  I absolutely love them.  I also have on a super cute top that has a scoop neck and brings out the girls.  I know where am I going with this.  Just hold on to your panties I'll get there.

I am meeting with "Sam" in my office.  He is sitting across from me.  I turn my head from the computer screen to look back him when suddenly my left earring comes loose and where does it land?  You guessed it.  Right down my shirt between the girls. 

Of course, this would not be an issue for the "not so well endowed" as said earring would fall to the floor.  However, as we are both looking to see where it landed, I realize that it is has not only gone between the girls but has slipped through the cleavage and is stuck in my bra.  At this point I'm thinking...

1.  Is there a delicate way to tell your male employee he can stop looking for the earring as it is stuck between the girls?  

2.  How do you extract said earring that is now becoming painfully embedded into said girls without it being noticeable?

3.  Most importantly...How will I every be able to wear these again without this scene being replayed?

As I am sitting there trying to maintain what little dignity I have left, I managed to get said earring removed thanks to a dropping a pen under the desk and a little jiggling.

P.S   Hubby was not amused!

What's All The Cramping About...

As you know last week I am in Beantown.  Loving it except for this terrible crampy feeling.  I'm like maybe I overdid the walking on Sunday.  Who new taking an out of shape transplanted Arkansan and having them site see for 5 hours would cause pain!  Well, I start spotting on Thursday.  WTH!  So I start running down the list of what could this be:

1.  Pregnancy....NOT!
2.  Cyst...Possibly, but not likely!
3.  ??????

Hmmmm!  I get home from Beantown and am working through filling my pillbox....I'm old...lots of different meds.  I can't keep track of them.  As I'm sorting through them, I notice that my birth control does not look like it normally does.  Again, WTH!  Then I remember.  My wonderful OB, whom I absolutely loved, gave me several samples the last time I was in.  I go and look....different dosage than what I normally take.  WTH!!!  Lesson to be learned....double check the meds no matter what.

P.S.   Nothing like two cycles within two weeks.  So sorry hubby!

Recycling....

Recycling is all in vogue. Little Darling #1's birthday is coming up and we decided to get him a new laptop. So we head to the store with the big yellow price tag. We got a good deal on a new Compaq.  Here's when I notice the in-store trade-in program. I'm thinking this is my chance to make Al Gore proud.

The program is for your slightly used electronic devices purchased from the retailer. This only applies to in-store trade-ins. Basically, you can go to their website, key in the information about said trade-in and they will give you an estimate. Sounds like a plan.

Now I know why no one recycles. The estimated value of a 3.5 year old laptop with a non-working battery.....$13.00. Seriously!  Look assholes at the yellow tag store, if you want to start saving the friggin' planet offer an incentive.

Let's look at it.  The laptop works.  No scratches, never dropped (as far as I know), and still works.  I'm just going to keep the sucker until it dies or give it away to a charitable organization.

Distractions Of The Real World... In Other Words...What Else Has Been Going On....

It's been a busy week.  I have been completely disconnected from the virtual world while staying in Boston.  Boston was fun. Great food, Great sites, Great Hotel...Maybe it was just being childless and only having to deal with my whims.  One will never know.

I love going to RIMS.  However, I always feel like I have run a 4 day Marathon and want to sleep the next 3.  I'm not going to get that opportunity as I am returning to a home that has been run by 2 men and a baby for the past 5 days.  Lord knows what I will find.

The loud thump heard round the world on Thursday Evening was not the latest earthquake, but instead my plane landing back in reality (or Arkansas, you choose).  My evening started with a run through "The Cow Place" as little darling #2 refers to it.  For the rest of us, it is Chick-fil-A.  Can you blame her?  Their mascot is a cow. 

Today is Saturday.  I've only managed to get the shopping and the laundry finished.  I still need to cook this week's meals and clean the house.  If only I had a few extra arms!

Travel Karma

Ever since I started working in our department, the joke has been the travel karma that exists for those of us working in the department.  I personally had never really been on the receiving end of this until now.  I travel for business twice (2) a year.  This would be spring for a convention and training and in the fall for a board of directors meeting.  I guess this is my time.

This year the conference is in Boston (Go Red Sox!).  I had a 9:45 flight from Fort Smith to Dallas and an 11:40 flight from Dallas to Boston.  The day started well.  I got to work out on the treadmill (*\0/*)!  I was packed and ready to leave by 8:00.  I have to run to the office to pick up business cards (another story).  Arrived at the airport by 8:45 to discover that my flight was delayed.  I'm not kidding.  We got off the ground after 10:00 and did not touch down until 11:00.  Okay.  I can still make it right.  Not when it takes 30 minutes to get to the gate and deplane  Missed that sucker.

Not to worry.  Get on the next flight right?  Wrong!  I'm on stand-by.  Oh yeah number 9.  I'm automatically bumped to the next standby list for the 3:55 flight.  I go to the counter and am like HELP!  There are no seats to be had at any airline out of Dallas to Boston for the next two days..  Okay...I'm like let's try any airport with connections to Boston.  No!  Okay any airport between NY and Maine that I can drive to Boston?!

So here I am on a flight to New York with a rental car waiting for the 4 hour drive to Boston.  Oh wait you haven't heard the best part:  I will be in the car for 4 hours with my boss!  Yes please be jealous of me or just pray for me.  Whatever works for you.

Duct Tape

As I walk the treadmill, I realize that in every relationship someone is the duct tape.  Stop laughing.  Seriously!  It can be either the husband or the wife.  Usually, it is the wife.  I know I'm the duct tape in this relationship.  Let's think about it.  Duct tape has the following qualities:

1.  Strong.  I don't know about you, but that crap can hold an airplane together.  How many of us feel like we are the only one holding it together?

2.  Durable.  Many of us don't wear out easily.  Maybe I should say even when we are worn out, we just keep right on holding together.

3.  Sticks to anything.  Even if we know the ship is sinking, we stick to it no matter what. How many times has that bitten us in the backside?

4.  Fixes everything.  Here we are.  We always have a solution or work around to any problem that comes up. 

5.  Comes in mood colors.  We've seen it.  Those cool to horrid prom dresses made from duct tape.  As I look at it, duct tape comes with moods of it own.  It can be blue, just like we can be.  It can be red or red faced as we are.

I'm sure I could go on, but let's not.  You get the picture.  There is always someone in a relationship that has all of these qualities and picks up the slack for everyone else.  Which ever one you are in the relationship, I salute you.

Kids Sale Shopping Day Part One

Since I am a consignor in the most recent kids sale, I get to shop tonight after work.  What is wrong with this picture.  Wednesdays are momma's quality time with Darling #2.  Since we will be purchasing clothing for said darling, it is hard to keep darling and shop.  My solution as other family members have other activites going on is to pick up dinner from the golden arches and take it with us.  Darling #2 has hit the jackpot since all her favorite items have been rolled into one evening.  Clothes shopping, Shoe Shoping, Toy Shopping, Video shopping while eating french fries, drinking milk, and being push around in the tub with all the purchases.  I should have gotten a picture,  It was funny to see us scoot down the aisle and drawing stares.  Not many big ticket items when we got there, but we did manage to make a spectacle of ourselves. 

You have to admit from the outsiding looking in on us those people got a high quality show for no price to them.  Next time I'm leaving a hat on the ground for donations.  Someone has to support the mini shopping queen!

My Morning View

I'm really trying to get back into the "fitness" swing.  While taking my morning stroll on the treadmill, I notice this is my view:



Yes...this is the side of our refrigerator...Yes...I do feel like a donkey chasing a carrot as I walk the treadmill, but that is another story.

Let's take a look at the items:

1. In the top left corner is a picture of our pre-darling #2 family.  The picture is several years old and about 45 pounds ago.  I would like to think we have all gained 45 pounds since the picture was taken and it was a family activity, but I know better.  
2. There are various magnets.  Servicemaster - a reminder of the washer that broke and flooded the house on a weekend.  University of Arkansas Fort Smith Contact Numbers - a reminder that darling #1 once went to college.  An outdated listing of area businesses.  The ped's number.  My favorite is the "Warning Signs of a Stroke".  This one is so when I have that stroke from walking the treadmill, my family members can recite the symptoms directly to the paramedics.
3. A couple of fly swatters for motivation.  You will be amazed how quickly you will walk when you think someone is going to smack you.  These also double as attitude adjustors.
4. My other favorite is the Betty Crocker calendar.  Not that the fridge is not a motivator of its own, but here I can see a picture of the said recipe of the month.  This month's recipe may be here longer than this month.

New Vending Machines at Work

Last Friday, all of the beverage vending machines in the building were removed with the promise of more options, healthier options, etc.  Monday new machines were installed.  The contents resembles the beverage selections at your local mini-mart.  I'm not kidding!  Milk, Energy Drinks, Juices, Gatorage, Diet Soda and Soda.  No non-alcoholic vendor has been missed in this new machine.  Shortly after loading the beverage machine, workers drift in, stare, comment, drift back out.  No real surprise.  They are making their mental inventory list to repeat to others.  While this is going on, my only thought is where do I swipe the card on this thing.  No place to swipe and only takes $1s and those silver coins that we mommies believe only exist in our dreams.  We recieve change back from purchases, but it always seens to grow legs and moves to nicer surrounds.  How can my quarters, nickels and dimes be uncomfortable in a designer bag is beyond me.  I'd like to think they are giving me a one fingered salute as they march off to find new homes.  What is facinating as that might be, they only seem to make it into the 2 yo's piggy bank.  Not a habit I intend on encouraging.  I digress.  Oh Vending Machines you curse us with your selections and taunt us with your prices and payment options.

Disclaimer Regarding About Me

Just to clarify....When I say "2 little darlings"  I really mean a 21 year old and a 2 year old.  Before you ask, here are a few answers:

• They are both genetically my husband's and mine
• They are both from the same marriage
• Neither of them were a surprise.  (If you are having sex, children are always an option)
• They were delivered by the same OB!

Now that that is off my chest, let the real questions begin.