Week 2 @BloggerIdol Play-at-Home: My Day, His Way

Walk a mile in my shoes took a whole new meaning in the land of Blogger Idol this week and if you plan on playing along here is the prompt:

Write about a day in the life of you. But it wouldn't be Blogger Idol without a twist. You have to write about your day, as if you were the opposite sex! There is no word limit, but make sure to include at least one image.

I thought and thought about this and then thought some more on how I would write this if I was a contestant and thank the stars I am not because this is the week I would be sent home.

I find this assignment even funnier considering the latest study on things that don’t matter:

According to a recent Norwegian study, the divorce rate among couples who share household chores was about 50 percent higher than for those in which the woman takes care of the housework. (Huffington Post)

Yep, pick a side ladies ‘cause you may have to do it a life time if you want that whole till death do we part.  We don't divide chores in our house so I think we will be okay. 

In the spirit of supporting Blogger Idol and since I am not judging this week, I am going to attempt this prompt. Thank goodness there is no word count.

This is what I imagine how my Husband would think if he did my day….

MakebreakfastmakelunchtakeashowerwhatthehellI’moutoffoundationandcleantowlesgetheboysclotheslaidoutdressthescreamingtoddlergetcoffeegetoutthedoordropponekidatbeforecaretaketheotherkidtodaycaregettoworkgetgasforgotmymotherfreainlunch.

Makeittoworkcoffeenumbertwosoupisindesk,score,drinkmorecoffeeansweremailsprintschedulesworkordersmaillunchblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahmorecoffee.

GetkidfromaftercaregetbabycrapitsMondaysoPSRandIforgotalessonplan!Drinkmorecoffe.Makelessonplangettochurchttalkatfourthgradersaboutwhateveritistheyarelearningthisweekandtrynottoyellbecausetheyaretalkingtoeachotherandnotlisteningcleanupafterfourthgradersrearrangedesksgetthekidfromhisclassanddashofftogetbabyfromsitter.

Snack(thankgoodnessremeberedtofeedkidandsitterfeedbaby)finishhomeworkkidcanshowerinmorningbutboydoesbabyneedbathkidreadswhilebabyinbathdrinkmorecoffeedressbabyforbedwhilekidgetsready(brushyourteeth)andgetsinownbedPrayerswithkidandmaybeastorybutbabyisturningthelightsonandoffandwontstopwhinning.

LaydownwithbabyfornighttimenurseandwatchsomethingfordvrsilentlyprayingshefallsasleepsoIcanwritethethreeblogpoststhathavetobewrittenandcouldbedoneifIdidnotlosemyipod… Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Looking at it, it seems my day could be done in a few minutes if it wasn’t for the actually living life part. And, to be fair, I would not change any of it. Unless, we miraculously won the lottery and I could cut out most of the middle part with the job and all. While we are at it, I actually feel this is how I think and not how the Husband thinks.

If you do the prompt be sure to link up and let me know (preferably here, in the comments, so I don't have to guess)! I read almost all of the posts last week and there were some really wonderful bloggers. I tried to comment on most but I can't read captcha so I don't comment, but I tweet. I highly recommend going back to read last week’s play along. I feel like I phoned my post in compared to the ones that played along!

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— MryJhnsn (@mryjhnsn) October 1, 2012

@BuyCostumes' Spider-man Makes the Comic Book Come to Life

When Spider-man came out a few weeks ago, The Husband took Goofy to see the movie and when he came home he declared, "I want to be Spider-man."   As luck would happen,  I was given a costume to review and The Husband wanted to do his first review.

THE HUSBANDS REVIEW

I guess I should start this post by saying, “I AM A HUGE COMICS FAN.” That’s why when my son wanted to be Spider-man and I notice my wife posting about, "The Amazing Spider-Man Classic Muscle Chest" costume, I was so envious that I took over her blog to write and add my own photos of my 6 year old fighting crime.

This costume makes my 6 year old self, as green as Goblin with envy but I can't call it a costume anymore. It is a suit. First of all, it comes with a full face cowl, so much better than the old Spider-Man "COSTUME" with the paper mask I had when I was a kid. And, instead of the plastic garbage bag like body suit you get a full spandex torso.... with muscles. Don’t forget the gloves and leggings you can order separately. It really sets this Spidey suit apart from all the rest.

Below are a few photos of my crime fighter on his tour of New York City. Last year, my wife and I bought the Super Girl Costume for our daughter from BuyCostumes.com. She still wears it. These costumes are perfect for your true believer.

MY THOUGHTS

I was really impressed with how well both costumes are made and how reasonable the prices are on BuyCostumes.com.  They are made not just for Halloween but to be worn and played in and boy do they love to pretend to save the world one play date at a time.  Buy the costume here, follow them on Twitter and like them on Facebook.

New Post!@#BuyCostumes Spider-man Makes Comic Book Come to Life goo.gl/fb/xtVuR #goofy #thehusband
— MryJhnsn (@mryjhnsn) July 29, 2012

Fine Print
We were given the Spider-man costume and gloves to review.  The boot covers and baby girl's costume were purchased separately.  We did not receive any compensation for this review and all opinions are 100% ours.

And, an Elephant Goes...

To say that baby girl is somewhat a tom boy is a bit of an understatement.  She probably has more scrapes, bumps and bruises, to date, then her brother ever had and he is five years older.

That said, she is also so very, very girly.

To illustrate just how girly she is - a friend of mine gave me a box of shoes her daughter had out grown.  As baby girl was going through the box, she stopped, stared into the box and stated, "I love shoes."  That is a direct quote my friends.  Direct.  Quote.

That is not my daughter.  This is my Husband's daughter.

My daughter is the baby girl who is using my oven mitt and a golf ball to play catch.

When the Husband caught on to this he declared that he was going to buy her first mitt (which he did) and it would be pink (which it is).

I said, "Why pink?  She may like blue."

"But she is my baby girl and it will be pink."

I did not press the issue.
What I started to do is every time he calls her pretty, I chime in "and SMART!"

He rolls his eyes.  She beams.  At which, I am not sure.  More then likely the attention she is getting.

The Husband took her to the zoo for the first time as part of her brother's first grade field trip.

As we were going through the animals she would see and the sounds that they made I could not resist adding a new one...

Me:  What's a lion say?

Baby: Grrr

Me:  What's an elephant say?

Baby: Blrrr  (very wetly by the way)

Me: What's a bird say?

Baby: Tweet, tweet

Me:  What's a Rowan* say?

Baby: I'm smart!

* her real name

Hey! I'm Pulling a Plane for Special Olympics (again) and I Need you!

  Pretty please.  Thanks!

Does Santa Deliver Wrapped Gifts?

 Does the Santa at your house deliver the gifts already wrapped? 

I am not sure why this came up last year because it had never come up before, but the Husband did not want to wrap Christmas presents because they did not do it in his family growing up.

I thought he was nuts so, I asked the question on Facebook and the answers ranged from 'no, don't wrap because Santa just pull gifts from his bag' (or the more responsible one - it is not environmentally friendly) to 'yes, they should be wrapped and with different kind of paper from the ones we give the kids.' 

my favorite response

I wrapped the presents last year.


Apparently, he really wants to do this not wrapping thing this year and my response was, "we have to wrap some!"

I love watching their faces as they pull the paper away from the goodie hidden inside.  A lot of pleasure comes from anticipation and what better way to do that then by wrapping the gift.  Besides, I am struggling with the Holiday spirit this way and wrapping presents makes it feel like Christmas.

Then again, I also said I wanted a real tree this year and his response was, "well, since we are not wrapping gifts this year blah, blah, blah.... go ahead and get a real fire hazard tree!"

I did not get a tree and since I don't sleep, I wrapped all the gifts that did not require assembly first.  I compromised.  This is not hard since each kid only gets four gifts.  Three from Santa (cause, Jesus only got three, duh) and one from mom and dad.

As it worked out - all but one of our sons are now wrapped and two of the babies are wrapped, hidden until "Santa" brings them from his sack.

He is not pleased.

fyi: not our house

So, wrapped or not wrapped?  I put up a poll on Facebook here (I wish I could embed it but, eh) or feel free to comment.  Both ways will/may get you extra entries in the iCaughtSanta Giveaway. 

I Can't Believe I Did This...

exactly what I have wanted

As I was looking at gift ideas for a friend, I came across something I have wanted for years.  As I was trying to figure out how to let the Husband know he should buy it for me (or you know anyone who has a secret crush on me or just wanted to buy me something in general) I glanced down at my hands, my ring was gone.

I called the Husband to see if he knew where it was.  He has, on occasion, not told me that he found something I lost and will wait to see how long it will take me to notice I lost it before he (eventually) tells me he has it.  Often when I threaten tears.

Me: "My ring is gone."

Husband: "What?"

Me: "My ring is gone."

Husband: "What!"

Me: "My ring is gone."

Husband: "What ring?"

Me: "My wedding ring is missing from my finger and I don't remember taking it off!"



At this point I realized that he thinks I am nuts for thinking someone took it from my finger, while I slept, but not really knowing what ring I was stalking about - sigh.

I honestly don't remember taking it off.

It is nothing but a simple gold claddagh band, no reason to take it off or for anyone to take it, but it is gone.

If you happen to see it...

Maybe a collective prayer to St. Anthony?

The Last Thing I Looked For...

I can be pretty scattered brain at times.

It is sad really, how forgetful I can be with my things.

I roll my eyes each and every time, followed by a shoulder shrug when I can't find something.  At least, if I don't have a complete meltdown followed by a temper tantrum and usually tears.  Sometimes, silent promises of revenge to those who took my thing that I am looking for, even if it was the pixie that lives under the stairs.

Oddly, if the Husband is looking for [insert item here] or my kid, hell, even my boss - it is scary how I can recall where [insert item here] is located.  And, by recall I mean literally, I can close my eyes and see whatever is needed.  I could see [insert item here] from the corner of my eye, one time, and when asked for [insert item here] *poof* I know where [insert item here] is located.


Not so with anything that I need.

Case in point, Sunday, I was taking the kids to see grandma and could not find my keys.  My keys.  I know I had my keys the night before because we had gone out the night before and I drove.

I drove, parked and unlocked the door to get in to our house so I know I had keys at some point within the last 24 hours but when I go to leave, again, gone.

Flashes of the before mentioned pixie come to mind, as well as the Husband devilishly hiding them behind the couch, but after several sad attempts at trying to remember where they were and two kids who were itching to get out the house to visit grandma, I took the Husband's set and went on are way.

They have to turn up somewhere.  Right?

Once home and his keys returned to the hook on the wall, I promptly forgot that I lost my keys.

I threw the wash in to the dryer and started the dishes.  Then I heard it.  A thump or was it a clink.

Clink, clank.

I turned the water off and waited.

Nothing.

Turned the water back on and a few minutes later heard it again.

And in a flash, I knew were my keys where at...

Writing Prompts:
2.) Write about the last item you looked for. Why did you need it?

10 Things You Should Never Ask Your Spouse (in my opinion)

Want to know the key to a happy, successful marriage?

What it takes to keep your spouse happy and your life together long lasting. 

Well - I don't have a clue.

I've not been married long enough to give advice.

Even if we were married that long, I'm not telling why because have you noticed that as soon as someone talks (or writes a book) about how great their life is together their marriage ends?

What I will do is tell you ten things that you should never ask your spouse mainly because they are annoying things to ask in general and I would be annoyed with these things, too.  And, since this is my humble opinion feel free to post your list or add to mine.  If you wrote one feel free to add your link in the comments, always looking for new ways to avoid (overly) annoying the Husband.

10 Things You Should Never Ask Your Spouse

1. Do you want to do the dishes? or Have you done [insert list item here]? 

Of course, he does not want to do the dishes or fold the laundry. I don't want to either but saying it needs to be done rather then asking maybe easier, so I'm told. And, nothing like adding more pressure by asking something you all ready know the answer to.

2. Do you think she/he is pretty/handsome? 

If you have to ask then hopefully you can take the truth and if your spouse is smart they answer truthfully as they ogle your body. Fair is fair. But, really, can you honestly say you stopped looking or you don't have crushes from time to time?  I have one right now.

3. What's for dinner? 

If you have to ask the question you are just asking for disappointment if nothing is made or you are insulting them because you can't tell what the mystery dish is on the table. Best to just look and react.

4. Do you still love me? 

Well, duh, they are still residing with you despite the baggy sweat pants and watching me you eat peanut butter out of the jar. Love, like what is the difference really?

5. Can I have the remote? 

I know this is cliché but... what the heck is it about that thing and why is it so coveted!

6. Would you like to go to Lilith Fair (or any other gender biased activity)? 

Sure some spouses would want to go but if you have to ask because they haven't bought the tickets to the obvious concert or event that they do not want to go to why bother? I'm sure there are plenty of other things you can do as a couple. See number 7.

7. Wanna screw? 

This should be a given regardless of who is asking but if the response is, "not right now," you can't have hurt feelings because you will be to busy driving them to the doctors or emergency room. The obvious exclusion is parents of young children and then it is acceptable to make a plan.

8. Did you hear what I just said? 

If you ever have to ask think back, to that day that you read this, and remember I said, "no, they were not listening."

9. You want to do what, where? 

I can see how this would be on some people's list, butt...  eh.  That is another post.

10. What should I NOT ask you?

"The list is to long," he said.

Choose a prompt, post it on your blog, and come back to add your name to the link list here.

The Prompts:
1.) A list of ten things you should never ask your spouse.

I Have a Cuisinart? And, It Can Do What!?!?

Shortly after Baby Girl was born, the Husband took over most of the grocery shopping and even some of the cooking.

I am not entirely sure how it happened but I do know that the fridge and pantry have food and that is a good thing.

Sure, I have to remind him to buy fruit and veggies every so often, but, for the most part the arrangement works out great.

There are some things, however, I think no man should ever have to buy for me.  Ever.

Say what you will, but I feel very strongly about this subject and will not risk anyone, husband or not, buying the wrong thing and being disappointed.  I just can't handle it.  Some things are just that important.


So... When it comes to coffee and wine I will always buy them myself, especially if said shopper does not drink either.

I love my coffee.  I mean I really love my coffee.  It is something to look forward to when I am lying in the bed debating about showering or making lunches.  It is a treat in the middle of the day or the perfect way to end the evening.  I don't sleep anymore so it is a necessity, like breathing.

Inevitably, there came the day when he was going shopping and I was out of coffee.  So, I put it on the list.  Coffee, Starbucks, on sale.  I am not necessarily a die hard Starbucks fan but, the coffee will do, especially when on sale.  I am more of a Seattle's Best kinda a gal.  What I did not count on was a coupon in the paper for Seattle's Best and the Husband got me a bag!  Score!

Thrilled is how I felt for the ten seconds it took me to pick up the bag and realize... whole beans!

Whole freakin' beans?  I don't have a grinder!  What the flip!

As I was complaining, via tweets and selective tweets to Facebook, about the pretty red bag mocking me the wonderful and smart @MyGotFam suggested I "magic bullet" the beans.

Magic Bullet?  Who do you people think I am?  Coffee bean grinders and magic bullets are for other people and not me.

I responded that I might break out the the cheap knock off I have in a box somewhere in my cupboard and thought, "what the heck!"  And, I did.

This mini food processor had been sitting on my counter for months years collecting dust before we moved this summer and is now hanging out somewhere in my new cupboards.

This mini food processor has been pushed around, boxed up, un-boxed and almost re-gifted a half a dozen times since it was given to me about two years ago.

I never read the box.

Never gave it a second glance.

I have a pretty awesome food processor that sits proudly on my counter so why would I need that mini thing in a box that collects dust?

So, here is my chance to knock off the dust and put it to use.

I needed my coffee.

Would you believe hidden below all that dust was a freakin' Cuisinart®!

A Cuisinart!

The real deal

And, it grinds the heck out of those coffee beans which make a brilliant pot o' coffee.

The end.

All Aboard! Lodi Station Outlet Mall

I am not a mall person.

I know... someone take away my suburb card away.  I was never a mall rat (though I love the movie) and the idea of going to an outlet mall was right there on my 'not to do list'.  I just never saw the point of driving, way down to the middle of nowhere - to shop. At least, not when there is Craigslist and eBay.  Don't care how good the deals are or how much I can save - not going to go.  I should also note that I also don't do Black Friday but I am all over Cyber Monday.

The Husband, on the other hand... quite the opposite and has, on one occasion, shared his appreciation for the outlet mall.  It was okay.  Had some great deals.  Bought Goffy's first pair of Crocs there and a pair for myself.  Other then that... eh.  If we were not all ready out there I would not have made a special trip but it was our anniversary and we went to a day spa near there...

It is because I am just not a shopper.  I do like a good destination spot thought and if it happens to be at an outlet mall... with a train... and it happens to be a blogging meet up... well, what is the harm of checking it out?

So, this past Saturday, the Husband and I took the kids to Lodi Station Outlet for a fun filled day of riding the train, shopping and lunch.  We also invited a friend of the first grader and his mom to really make the outing something special. 

@Nikki_S

We were greeted by the organizer of the day, @Nikki_S (of the Guilty Parent and other things) and she gave us the run down for the day and then we where off and running riding... the train!  There was no way the boys were going to let us do a thing until we rode the train!  It went around (and through) the entire outlet as well as out to the playground (which looks like so much fun) and an open air theater!

The train ride was more then just a ride but a chance to learn a little about the history of the outlet and the trains but to check out the mall before we shopped!  I only wish that they could let us off at a stop to shop and catch the next train.

First Grader's Friend & the First Grader

On a side note...  Chugga Chugga Charlie (the mall's mascot) scared the dickens out of the baby who would jump into my arms when ever she saw him.  I only wish he could have gone shopping with me to keep her in one place so I could shop and not chase her - ha!

Anyway... Back at the station, the Husband checked in at customer service and got a free t-shirt and coupons for Father's Day.  The women who work the counter exceed the customer service standard!  They are welcoming, sweet and super helpful.  We even ended up with balloons for everyone and we bought a t-shirt for the First Grader.  

The Husband took the boys and they went off to look at Pro Tools Clearance Outlet and Black & Decker Outlet [insert manly grunting].  He also managed to stop at Tommy Hilfiger while we ladies (read: me and the other mom) checked out Lane Bryant Outlet and The Children’s Place.  Eventually we met back up for lunch at the Steam Café and ended the day with another train ride!

We got there at noon and did not start heading home until after 4:00 PM.  I would never normally spend that much time in a mall.  Never.  Ever.  But... the day flew by and before I knew I spent a little over $100 and everybody got something.  T-shirts galore for the First Grader, an outfit for baby, some new clothes for work for me... it was a very fruitful day of shopping and everybody had fun.

I am actually looking forward to going back... soon.  Have that new house to buy for and I plan on spending a lot in Kitchen Collection.

Here are a few more pics from the day...

 

I want to especially thank Lodi Station Outlet for including us in this blogger event and also: Carter’s, The Jockey Store, Auntie Anne’s Soft Pretzel, Steam Café, Bath & Body Works Outlet, Caboose Corner, Kitchen Collection, Pro Tools Clearance Outlet, Black & Decker Outlet and Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory for their contributions.  I did not receive any payment to write this but I was give a gift card to shop at the mall.  The opinions expressed in this post are 100% my own.

In case you are wondering where you can get the t-shirt the First Grader is wearing... here.

My last phone call - A poem

Ring ring goes my phone ring ring.

It is the husband calling I sing!

So, I answer the phone to hear him say my name
(yes, that still sets my heart a flame).

But, to my surprise and just his style
his sweet ass had hit redial.

This post was inspired by Mama Kat's - pretty much world famous - Writer's Workshop.  You can read today's submissions here.

I won, I won, I won, I won.... The Kiss

I won... you get the idea...  My husband will probably hate me for putting something so personal out there but... eh.  I did not think anything would come of it.  I was wrong. *happy dance*

The thing is... I think the other entries are better.  I cried looking at the pictures in The Hug and reading about Sarah's birth made me think of how unexpected my baby girl's arrival was, too.  Don't get me wrong...  I am super happy all the same and can't wait for my prize pack *huge grin*

Here is my entry...

Baked Potato Soup

I made Baked Potato Soup from a recipe I found thanks to Google and Allrecipes.com.  It turned out great!  I doubled the recipe and forgot to add garlic but it was still really good.  *pats self on back*

The Husband liked it, too, only he poured it (like gravy) over the dinner I made the night before... hmmm...  not what I intended.  I was trying to make meals - plural.  sigh.  At least he liked it and maybe he does not think I am trying to kill him.  Ha!


Baked Potato Soup:

Ingredients:

3 bacon strips, diced 1 small onion, chopped 1 clove garlic, minced 3 tablespoons all-purpose flour 1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon dried basil 1/2 teaspoon pepper

3 cups chicken broth 2 large baked potatoes, peeled and cubed 1 cup half-and-half cream 1/2 teaspoon hot pepper sauce Shredded Cheddar cheese Minced fresh parsley

Directions:

1.

In a large saucepan, cook bacon until crisp. Drain, reserving 1 tablespoon drippings. Set bacon aside. Saute onion and garlic in the drippings until tender. Stir in flour, salt, basil and pepper; mix well. Gradually add broth. Bring to boil; boil and stir for 2 minutes. Add the potatoes, cream and hot pepper sauce; heat through but do not boil. Garnish with bacon, cheese and parsley.

Thanksgiving... just not what I thought it would be.

A little early for a post about thanksgiving but alas, it is on my mind so here it is...

I have very few memories of my childhood and it takes a lot to remember the ones that I do recall. Add on top of that being told I remembered something wrong and I might as well not bother with trying... What I do recall are feelings and the rest I piece together with a few photographs.

I do remember holidays at my Grandparents' house… I think. I remember sneaking black olives off the table, shinning the silverware, setting the table, a kid's table, the Macy’s parade on the television in the morning, football in the afternoon and lots of family. I remember my female cousins and aunts (which way out numbered the men) cleaning up after the meal and how normal everything seemed.

I do not remember the number of actual family meals that occurred or when they stopped or more to the point when my mom, brother and I were the only ones going to my Grandparent’s/Uncle’s home for the meal. My mom's family, it seemed, where much closer within their own circle then with my mom. I am wrong of course, or so I am told but that is what I feel... so there. For whatever the reason... no more big family dinners. Maybe with out my grandparents the family did not need to get together with everybody. Maybe without my dad none of it mattered. Maybe it is all in my imagination and it was I that just stopped paying attention (okay that one is probably true). Whatever the reason… there where no more big family dinners celebrating the holidays. In fact, the only one that really sticks in my mind was the first one that I cooked, with my mom; at my brother’s apartment in 2001 (might have even been 2002). That was fun. And, it was the Thanksgiving I had been craving and have been trying to recreate ever since.

We all gathered around the table, passed plates of food and enjoyed each other. Afterwards we watched football. Now, by “we all” I mean… my mom, my brother, my brother’s friend who lived with us in high school, my now husband and I feel like there might have been a girlfriend of my brother there and his friend's girl but eh… they are not there now so I could care less. It was wonderful. It was also the last like it.

Once my son was born and the husband (who was the boyfriend) moved in together there was never a formal sit down dinner together again. For one, we did not live in a place that could accommodate everybody at a sit down dinner until after my mom moved to a senior living community and it was hard for her to leave her apartment in bad weather. There have been many open house, eat when ever, type meals with family and friends gathered but nothing like a sit down pass the plates type meal. Also, family and friends seem to be moving away, moving on and just plain dwindling down till it feels like it is just him, the kids and me. Sigh.

My brother’s girlfriend, whom I adore and is Jamba Mama’s godmother, has a big Irish family and even before that he stopped showing up for family meals. My mom is in a nursing home. His family is scattered to the four corners. Friends who have celebrated in the past either have moved away or have new places to go this year. No more gatherings.

This year, the husband accepted an invite to celebrate Thanksgiving with friends. We will not have to frantically clean house or spend a small fortune on food but then again there will also be no leftovers… Not what I had hoped for when I imagined passing plates but at least we will be surrounded by friendly faces and someone else’s family. At least, we will be together and for that, I am always thankful.

Death by Dinner

I burned dinner Friday.  The husband thinks I am trying to kill him.  I can only assume he means through starvation because I have been doing this a lot lately... burning things not trying to kill him.  In fact, it was not until he said, "You buy it.  I will make it." did I realize that was why he has been cooking so many meals the last several months.  So I burned a few meals and maybe forgot to cook but it beats cleaning up when I do cook. HA!  The kids eat.  And Jamba Mama wants to do nothing BUT nurse.  It is exhausting.  Half the time I don't think she is even "eating" just sucking and her scream... sweet Jesus!  I give in... I give in so much so that I am pretty sure I am practicing attachment parenting without meaning it. *sigh*

Today.. vote.  Can't escape the message.  It is everywhere and with good reason.  I had planned on using my company's policy in regards to voting but did not request it soon enough and I may have screwed myself.  I now have to decided between getting the kid to gymnastics or voting.  Tough choice...  Husband is working.  Not sure how I will swing this if there is a long wait.  *sigh*

The last two weeks have been pretty much like this... mini fails.  Lost Misplaced the family debit card on Friday but only realized at 4:00 PM on Halloween when I went to buy candy.  Lost Misplaced keys and had to walk to the church for my PSR class and while there my iPod died and had no way to tell time till the end bell rang.  Bought a sippy cup for the baby to only find out that they are not like Avent's and you can't use the nipple on it too to help baby learn to hold a cup (top it off I paid the same amount for one that avent has for two).  blerg.  Did I mention that I got a flat driving home to let the husband take my car because he had a flat?  *sigh* 

I have had some mini wins, too...  Bebe has her (first) two bottom teeth, I got to walk Corey to school on Monday; chatting about life and the Friday before I hung out in his classroom for their fall party.  I think he was pretty proud of me that I baked for his class and that is always a big win when your kid is proud of you.  I also made a stellar roasted vegetable soup and a killer pulled pork (with the help of the Husband's amazing BBQ sauce.. yay for team work!).  In the whole scope of things, I have more mini wins then fails but why do the fails always seem so much bigger when it is the wins that we will/should remember. *sigh*

Here is to all the big wins, the mini wins and all the stuff in between.