Nothin' Says Christmas Like a Little Ninja

I just wrapped a bunch of stocking stuffers. If you're on my list of recipients, close your eyes while reading the rest of this post. I'm not exactly sure how that will work, but feel free to try it. I went shopping last night with Amy. We went out to Hawthorne to Greg's. This is my new favorite store. Where else are you going to find 1/2 inch ninjas? Really! I know what you're thinking...who needs 1/2 inch ninjas? Every man in my family. That's who.

The best purchase of the evening was by far the "Jesus Rocks" chewing gum for my dad. It's just blasphemous enough to be funny. Anything less would be offensive, like for example the Jesus action figure I had in my hands.

You can also get sushi tape, bacon tape, "I Heart Meat" stickers and buttons. (I held back Ashley)

On another retail related note, Amy says that JoAnn's has all of their Valentine's stuff out already. I think they're screwy.

Wow, you guys must think I do nothing but shop. 'Tis the Season!

Chestnuts Burning in a Fireplace

Funny thing. Burnt chestnuts smell a lot like pot. And peanut butter. But mostly pot.

We all went out on Saturday night for my mom's birthday. It was fabulous. We all (13 of us) went to Stanfords and I ate a TON of food. I was actually a tad sick from overindulgence. That didn't stop me from repeat eating my leftovers the next day, mind you.

When dinner was over, we went back to my parents' house to roast the chestuts that my dad bought for just that very purpose. Upon entering the house, the lights started to dim. It wasn't more than 20 minutes before the power was completely out. We had fires in both fireplaces, candles lit all over the place and 14 (we aquired Molly along the way) of us to keep eachother warm. My dad wasn't going to let a little thing like no power get in the way of the roasting. We loaded up the roasting pan and stuck it in the fireplace. The first batch just wasn't done. The nuts were still really wet and squishy. So...we tried again. No luck. The outside burned and the middle was still squishy in some places and hard as a freakin' rock in others. Then Jon took over. He spent a good 25 minutes in there by himself, perfecting the chestnuts. Didn't go so well...

The lights suddenly came on and everyone could suddenly see. Jon could also see his nuts. (Don't go there) They were completely charred. There was no nut to speak of anymore. Only shells of charcoal. The whole house was visibly filled with smoke. James came in and said, "smells like weed".

So...moral of the story is chestnuts weren't meant to be roasted over an open fire.

Here's to New Traditions!

So my dad is the king of old-fashioned traditions. We all LOVE it and totally live for all the cool things he comes up with. It's awesome!

In the spirit of Christmas tradition, he bought some gingerbread houses for the kids to decorate at his house last night. What a cool idea, right? I mean, what kid doesn't like to stick candy to cookies in the shape of a house. It's like a Kodak moment waiting to happen, right? Wrong.

The adults took over and turned it into the gingerbread house decorating fiasco of the century. There was some serious competition between the girls and the guys. It was a bit reminicient of the "Cartel" vs. the "Women" Life game at the beach this January.

The girls' house looked like your typical pretty gingerbread house.

The guys'.....well check out the picture. They started it off with a giant anarchy symbol on the roof and topped it off with the huge door "knockers" on the front. Somewhere in between there was a "back door" (yes, dirty) with the words "oh oh oh" instead of "ho ho ho". Sick puppies I tell you. It was fabulous.

My dad bought some chestnuts "for the roasting". Let's see what disgusting things we can come up with. Let's make it a Christmas to remember....

'Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy

If you don't already know what that means, it's from a book I bought for my aunt Sarah about 10 years ago. It was called, "'Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy, and Other Misheard Lyrics". It was stinkin' hilarious. There were a bunch in there that everyone, or at least I could relate to. My all time favorite is still the "Blinded by the light! Wrapped up like a douche, another roner in the night". Supposedly those are the wrong lyrics, but I'm not buying it.

You may wonder where the hell I'm going with this...

I have been noticing all the Christmas songs that are completely ruined by my father and husband, along with many others. I was just saying to my dad and Josh the other day that I was surprised by how FEW they had ruined for me. That got me thinking. Now I notice EVERY time one comes on the radio.

A few examples:

Walking in a Winter Wonderland..."Walking 'Round in Womens' Underwear" (Thanks to both dad and Josh)

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year...not so much a wording difference, but I always hear Devon's voice doing an accented version of the song.

I'll Be Home For Christmas..."I'll Be a Gnome For Christmas" (Credit to dad)

I can't think of any more at the moment, but I'm sure they'll come to me.

No Habla Ingles?

That's it! I'm never leaving the house again! The whole world is frantically shopping and I can't even get my stupid errands done!

I left the preschool at 12:30, went to Kohl's to get Josh a shirt for the Christmas party, went across the parking lot to Winco and then further down the parking lot to Jo-Ann's. This took me 3 freaking hours! Geez!

Winco was a nightmare. There were abandoned carts all over the place and we had to park in Egypt. I'm not kidding, it was in Cairo. It took us an hour and a half alone just to get some stupid groceries. On top of that, the lady in front of me in line didn't speak ANY English and the checker didn't speak ANY Spanish. She was trying to use her Oregon Trail card and the machine was malfunctioning. I was ready to scream.

On the upside...I'm done with my errands and have a hot cup of coffee on the table next to me. I'm staring at the beautifully lit tree and listening to K103 on the laptop. I appreciate a station that immediately switches to all Christmas songs as soon as December hits. In fact, I think they started before that. Fabulous.

I've sent my Christmas cards (except you, Kara. I need your address), decorated the house and am almost done with gift shopping. I get to sit back and enjoy this year! I plan to make a lot of cookies and eat even more. (not sure about the logistics of that one)

Huh huh, you said "log".

My house is all Christmassed out. I already feel better. There are little red bows above my windows, ornaments in a bowl on the table, my little ugly nativity scene, snowglobes from my 6 years of combat shopping (all free from JC Penny), garland wrapped around my staircase railing and various red, white and green things all about. All I'm missing is the yule log. Oh, that's right, I don't have a fire place. Blast!

I don't know why, but this time of year makes me feel so good! I feel like a Bing Crosby Christmas album all the time! Hopefully we will be able to go get our tree this weekend. I'm really looking forward to the lights and the scent of "tree". Only problem is we have another (yes, another) birthday party here next weekend and I'm afraid of giving up any room for the tree. Hayden is turning 5 on the 11th, so we're going to have his first "kid" party on the 9th. We're doing an army/camo theme so I'm thinking there will be about 8 boys running around in a 20 sq ft area. Oh well, I'll just make 'em drop and give me 20 if they get out of hand. That or I'll give them more cake and send them home. Yeah, I'll do that.

PS Notice the doll in the picture. Looks a bit sacrificial to me...

Are There Birthdays in Hell?

Our weekend was a flurry of childrens' birthday parties. It all started on Wednesday, I know...that's not the weekend. My cousin, who is 4 had her birthday party that night. We drove to St. Johns for the shindig. It was a typical 4 year old's party. Cake, juice, chaos, etc. The only part of the kids parties that I like was missing though! My aunt asked everyone not to bring presents. Sad. (I know she doesn't NEED anything, but NO presents?)

Then on Friday, we had Lauren's party. There was some serious girliness going on in this house. We did dinner, cupcakes, gifts and makeovers. My 10 year old sister-in-law helped to "makeover" the girls. They all looked like little hookers. It was great. However, I always get ahead of myself and make things bigger than they need to be. We luckily ended up with half of the girls not showing up. There were 8 kids here and 6 that could have shown up. Whew... thank God most of the girls in her class have parents who don't speak English and probably couldn't read the invitation.

We had three of the girls spend the night on Friday night. It was fine except for them not actually sleeping...

Sunday was the third and final day of birthday bliss. Preston, Lauren and Audrey all have the same birthday. Lauren and Preston were actually born on the same day in 2000 only a few hours apart. Audrey was born 2 years later on the same day. So, Sunday was Preston's day. We went out to their house and did the whole routine again. Cake, presents, chaos. There was at one point 8 kids making a train through their house. It was loud. Josh whispered to me, "get me out of here". We left.

Anyway, if anyone wants to say their weekend sucked or was uneventful...come talk to me! I'll make you feel better. Or I'll punch you in the nose.

old.

When did I get so old? I know, I'm only 26, but I feel OLD all of a sudden. I have lines around my eyes and mouth, sagging boobs and grey hair. Am I the only one who feels like this? Dang, I am supposed to be at my prime and I am WASTED!
Maybe it all has to do with the fact that I'm planning my daughter's 6th birthday party. That alone makes me feel ancient. I told my dad that the other night and he said, "Watch it, what does that make me?" And my son is turning 5 in less than a month! My baby! Aaack!
I want the t-shirt that my dad received as a gift from a friend of his a long time ago. It was probably his 30th birthday or something. This guy made him a black t-shirt with the word "old" in tiny little letters right across the front. It's exactly how I feel.
The decongestant I took an hour ago isn't making me feel any younger.
I'm sorry this post sucks so much.

Stupid Judicial System

So here's what my week was like. I know it's only Thursday, but I feel like it's been longer. I had jury duty. I had to call and report on Monday after 4pm. They said to come at 8am on Tuesday to report for duty. I did. They made me sit around all morning. Everyone but me was called for some reason or another. I was left holding my stupid profile in my hands. I thought I was in the clear. Nope! The bailiff came back in and called a whole bunch more names. I was one of them. At this point it's 11:20 am. She says that we have to leave the courthouse and come back at 1:30. So I go home and eat some lunch and do some laundry. When I get back to the courthouse, they are not ready for us, which I have learned is the way our court system works. One hour = 2 hours and so on. They call us in to the jury room at 2:30. Now there were 30 people in a room no bigger than my living room. It's hot and stuffy and they lock us in. Yep, locked the freakin' door behind them and leave us in there. 45 minutes later they come back in (when I say "they" I mean the bailiffs) and bring us into the courtroom. We each have been assigned a seat. I am in the front row of the jury panel, there are 12 of us up there and the rest are sitting in benches. They start asking us all sorts of wierd questions. After 2 more hours, they have chosen their jury. I am on it. Yay!
So, they have us come in Wednesday for trial. At this point, I'm kind of excited. I get to sit in on a real criminal case ( I won't get into the details for fear of the poleese comin' to get me). We get there at 9 am and start the trial. I get to hear testimony from several witnesses and see some horrifying photos. At 4:40, the judge lets us go home.
I show up today for the day at 9 am and the bailiff is there to tell us that we have to wait in the jury room until 10. We do. At 10:30, she and the judge come in to tell us there was a mistrial. They sent us home. DAMNIT! I don't even get to hear the defense side of the story! We never got to deliberate and I'll never know the outcome. I'm so bummed! Anyway, that's my week. Sucks.

MySpace Addict

I am so mad at myself for starting this whole myspace thing. I swore to everyone I know that I hated it and would never be a part of it. I was soooo wrong. I just signed up so that Heidi could look up her sister in law in California who supposedly had an account. We never even found her. Dang it. Now, my account just sat there for almost a year while I got random emails every once in awhile from some pornstar wannabe who wanted me to add them as a friend. I like to deny them... Anyway, I'm getting off subject. One day, about a month ago, I get an email from an old friend who sent me a message through myspace. Then my sister (yeah, that's you Emily) got an account and started leaving me comments. Now my page actually looks active and I suddenly had 6 friends. I thought "what the heck, I'll use it to look up old friends and such". Now I am actually dreaming about it. I am sick. I might need counseling. I have 20 friends now and have just found my long lost cousins. I am really happy and don't hate it anymore. I am an addict. Great, one more thing to keep me from getting my "job" done. So, the picture on this post is from Angela, one of my real life friends. It cracks me up.

Doofus is Me

I can't believe what I did this morning. I had written into my little calendar(mentioned in a previous post) that my son had preschool today. It said "PK-Trick or Treating" for today. I got him all ready in his costume and took him to school. Yeah, no school today. That would have been embarrassing enough but to make matters worse, there was another class there today. We got all the way inside the class before I figured it out. I'm so glad he didn't have a costume involving any face paint or anything. We just slipped him out of his "armies" as he's calling them and continued on with our day. What a HUGE dork I am. Man!
On a completely different note...the Halloween party was a major success. There were a lot of people and almost everyone had a great costume. There were a few who showed up later with little or no costume. They were lucky we were all drunk by the time they got there. Otherwise, they would have had to wear the Mr. Potato Head costume that was tucked away for their kind. You know the kind. They put on something slightly different than their everyday clothes and maybe cover themselves in glitter or something but by no means are they wearing a costume. Losers.
My personal favorite costumes of the year...
-My own husband who was Alex from "A Clockwork Orange". He was creepy and wonderful. The jock strap with cup was pretty sexy too... Ok, maybe not.
-Angela who was an "Anxiety Attack" wearing a t-shirt with prescription meds taped to it and was carrying a GIANT martini glass and had mascara running down her face.
-Giovanni who came as Jack from Jack in the Box. He had a paper mache head that looked EXACTLY like the guy from the commercials. It was perfect.
-Jen as the girl from "The Birds" with little bloody birds all over her. Classic.
-My uncle Rob as a nun. Nuff said.
-Devon as Moses, accompanied by his girlfriend Kendra, who was none other than a beer bottle.
Oh man, there are so many that I can't remember at the moment. It was all good. Very nicely done Amy!

Avon Calling!

So I keep having this picture of Peg Boggs from Edward Scissorhands going through my head. The scene where she walks into his giant scary house and says, "Avon calling!". The reason for this constant thought is that I became an Avon lady this week. I know how incredibly cliche it is to sell Avon when you're a stay at home mom. I don't care. I actually started selling it because I needed more blush and I don't have an Avon lady. My friend Kristina was selling it for awhile but she isn't anymore and I am out of blush! (This is no ordinary blush either) I also get most of my stocking stuffers for Christmas from Avon. Where was I going to find all that chapstick, bodywash and mini bubble bath? I decided to sign up and see what happens. I love it! It's so cheap that I don't feel like I have to encourage people to buy anything. When I was doing Mary Kay I always felt like a fraud. I couldn't even afford it! Anyway, I was just thinking about this scene and had to find a picture of it. Here it is. Oh, and does anyone have an order? Just kidding. Ok, I'm not kidding.

Naked for $500 Alex

I've been meaning to blog about this for over a week now. The moment has passed and I should just let it go but I can't. It's just too good.
Last Friday our kids were spending the night at my parents' house. We were going to have a date but didn't know exactly what we were going to do yet. I get a call from my aunt inviting me to Strip Jeopardy at a little place on Hawthorne. She assures me that it's just a fun little gathering. Her friends have done it before, they are mothers so I assume it will be low key and no one will actually get nekkid. I was WRONG.
The contenders are a guy named Brendan who was good looking and had a decent body, Katie who is my aunt's friend and then there was Tom. Ugh, Tom. He was about 100 lbs overweight with hair pouring out of all of his clothing.
The game is exactly what it sounds like, you sit on a panel (barstools) and are asked random questions. You get it right, you stay dressed. Wrong, remove something. Unfortunately for us, Tom was really bad at this game. So was everyone else. They were all naked except for a strategically placed viking hat on Brendan and some panties on Katie. Tom was totally nude.
I know, we should have left before it got to that point. That's what my husband kept telling me. I couldn't pull myself away! It was a train wreck that had to be finished.
Anyhow...the moral of this story? Don't trust mothers.

Greatest Form of Birth Control

3 little boys. That's all I have to say and most of you will understand the chaos in my house right now. I have them watching Chicken Run so I can hear my thoughts enough to actually write this. If it seems like it's choppy it's probably because it's already taken me 5 minutes to do this much.
I am watching an old friend of mine's kids for the day. They are 3 & 7 year old boys. The older one is a total boy. 100%. He shouts and yells and wrestles and keeps telling me, "hey, watch me do this". The younger one is absolutely precious. His mom says he's mildly autistic but he's just really sweet so far. He repeats himself alot but is otherwise normal as far as I can tell. They, in combination with my kids are very loud though.
I have given up with trying to give them nutritious meals too. The older one is very picky apparently. He said he was starving so I offered him about 400 ideas for lunch. All he wants is pizza or hot dogs. I have neither. Papa Johns does though. So I have ordered us pizza which doesn't exactly fall into the Weight Watchers category but I don't care. We're having pizza damnit.
They are wrestling again. So much for Chicken Run.

Very Merry Unbirthday to Me!

I love October already but it just got better. My inlaws were too busy to celebrate my birthday in July with the rest of the world (yes, the whole world) so they made Saturday my unbirthday. It was great! They supplied us with a babysitter and took us to dinner and a movie.
We went to Cheesecake Factory and dined on some deliciousness. We had appetizers and dessert too! That's livin' large I tell you.
They even got me an actual present! I got some new work out clothes and a gym bag. Too bad my gym membership ended in August...they had the right idea though. Besides, it makes me want to put on my new duds and go for a run. That is until I look outside and see that it's raining. Oh, and I hate running.
After dinner we went to a movie. We saw The Guardian. Eh, so the movie kind of sucked. It doesn't matter because it was free and the first movie I've seen in a theater in months. I have to admit too that I was kind of into the movie, sitting on the edge of my chair and my heart was pounding. I can't say it was the story though, I am afraid of the ocean and drowning and this movie is all about the Coast Guard. Yeah, Ashton Kutcher is freakin' hot too.

Update

Ok, my husband just text messaged me to tell me to update my blog. I responded with "the onion and garage?" I assumed he meant that everything I had said in my post on Saturday was no longer true. I had him pick up an onion on his way home from the gym last night, fulfilling the need for one and I cleaned the entire garage yesterday. No more homelessness in our geeraage.
But no, he responded with "and your lunch". I sat looking at my cell phone expectantly like it would suddenly expand on what he said. Hmm, what could he mean? OH! I ate at Schlotzsky's today! Mmmmmmm. I'm actually licking my lips. I miss that place so much from our days in Misery, uh I mean Missouri. It was everything I remembered it to be. My 4 year old son said "Mom, you are the best mom in the whole entire world" when we were getting in the car after lunch. That's saying alot. He's a picky little guy.

Ahh, Another Productive Saturday

Okay, I say this sarcastically. Saturdays suck. Maybe if I was stuck in the "rat race" during the week I'd feel differently about this. But as it is, Saturdays are just a more messy and frustrating day of the week than any of the others. I always plan to get a whole bunch of stuff done and never end up doing anything good.
This morning I woke up at 8:30 to get myself and the kiddies ready for a birthday party. We went to Target for the gift, wrapped it in the car and made it to Papa's Pizza (aka HELL) by 11am. Ick. We stayed at the party for 2 hours, which ended up being ok because the mom of the little girl whose party it was is my friend. Still, stuck at a kids' party on a Saturday when all I wanted to do was go to the farmers' market and get an onion.
Got home at 1:30 after going to the Post Net store (like a Mail Boxes Etc) to send some stuff, which I find out can't be sent certified mail from there. I'll have to go to the Post Office on Monday. Yippee.
Anyway, it was a nice day but I still haven't gotten an onion and our garage looks like a homeless person has been shacking up in it. I've been planning to clean it up for like 8 Saturdays. Maybe next week will be the one!
Weight Watchers update: 12 lbs! Woo Hoo!

Funeral Songs

I have been tagged by Kara in a silly chain letter type blog thingy. I am asked to list the 5 songs I would want played at my funeral. I can't decide whether I want to be serious about this or just name a bunch of stupid songs that would make everyone laugh. Hmmm, I'll go serious. This might actually make you laugh more...

1. Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton

2. Lamb Lies Down on Broadway by Genesis

3. Leaving on a Jet Plane (sung by) Chantal Kreviziak (sp?)

4. Thanks for the Memory by Bob Hope

5. Your Song by Elton John

And there you have it. If I die tonight, that's what I want played. If I make it throught the night, ask me again. It will have changed.

Yummy Goodness

I have found my new favorite food. It's called "blushing apples". You take an apple and boil it in strawberry jello and cinnamon until it's tender and add a whole bunch of cool whip. Yes, it's as good as it sounds. Like apple pie, only better because it's hot pink. I just made it last night and have already gone to the store to replenish my supply of granny smiths. What's better is that it's only 1 point on Weight Watchers! :)
So...I'm going to make it for our dinner party tomorrow night. We're having Amy and Aaron over so we can decide where we want to go with our free vacation and when. And that means that I should be cleaning the house instead of sitting here jotting down my stupid thoughts of apples soaking in pink jello, oh the gloriousness of the jello and the warm gooiness of the apples. STOP!
I'm going to make myself some coffee and listen to the last 3o minutes of Mark and Brian and THEN clean the house....

Schedules Suck

I have always prided myself on being the kind of person who can be spontaneous. This has all plumeted to a dreadful end. With my daughter starting Kindergarten and my son starting Preschool, I have something going on everyday. I called my friend Amy to set up a time for us to redeem our spa gift certificates (yeah, I know. Waaah waaah waaaaaah.) and we literally went through our "calendars". I used to joke about that, "Sure, I'll check my calendar." I actually have to now! I feel like a real grown up with my little pocket book day planner.
Josh and I went to a seminar this weekend to win a free vacation and the lady asked us what we liked about vacations. Josh said "no clocks". I laughed and told her that we have different opinions about what is relaxing. I like to run around and fit as much as possible into a day and he wants to take 2 naps. I think I'm starting to get it and I'm ready to take our free vacations. Oh, by the way, it looks like we're probably going to go to Las Vegas. I'm going to be Amy's date and Josh is bringing Aaron. Should be a blast! Now, I just have to check the calendar and see what date works...

Dump the Dogs

This is what Papa tells me every time I bring up the dogs. It doesn't matter if I'm complaining about them, which is what I'm usually doing regarding the dogs, or if I'm just casually mentioning them. He always tells me to "dump the dogs". I did. Well one of them anyway.
We placed an ad in the Oregonian that went in the paper today. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing at 7:10 am. "Hi, I'm calling about your 1 yr old Boxer". I had already forgotten that I'd placed the ad. He wanted to come right out and see her. He LOVED her and took her away. Part of me is sad but a much larger part of me (no, not talking about my stomach) is soooo happy! We sold her for $195.
We still have Abbie, but she's just a grumpy old lady anyway. She is content to just sit around all day and sleep. Exactly what a dog should do in my opinion. None of this energy crap. I don't have enough for myself, let alone the kids and 2 dogs.
Would you all please remind me of this particular entry when I start talking about a cute little dachsund puppy? Yeah, my father-in-law's miniature dachsund is pregnant. I can't really imagine anything more adorable than a dachsund puppy. Oh, a clean house ain't bad.

I Need Me a Label Gun!

I think I've been brainwashed by the crazy lady on Wife Swap. There was an episode the other night where these two opposite families switched wives. I know, they're always really different and it's to be expected. But this particular episode couldn't have had two more different women. One family was all pirated out. Yes, pirates. They spoke and dressed like pirates and had a filthy house. The mom was frightening and the kids were the biggest geeks I've seen since the Denver Renessaince Fair. The other family was insanely organized. I mean really. The mom walked around with a label gun and labeled her kids when they were bad. She made them sit in a box and wear the label of the "crime" they had committed. There was a moment where she had the husband in the box with a label because he didn't want to wear a suit and go to a 9-5 job. Paaahleeez! At the other house, the pirate lady made the family sink a chest full of their possesions to prove that they were all too caught up in their appearances. It was hilarious. The little girl, who was about 10 was crying her eyes out about her makeup. That'll teach her, little cheerleader that she was. ANYWAY...... I labeled my bathroom closet today. It's absolutely beautiful. That was the point of this story.

Don't Label Me

What a freakin' week. Man, I've been busy doing nothing. I actually organized and labeled my linen closet. Yes, labeled. It's so addicting, I'm just trying to think of the next thing to label. I borrowed this contraption from my friend Amy. She's the label queen. I'm just the label princess. Really, like I need labels to tell me where to put the towels as opposed to where to put the twin sheet sets. I really must be bored. My closet looks like something out of a Martha Stewart magazine though. Pretty cool.
On a completely different note, I want to say something but I'm not sure how or why. A family from our old church has a son who's only 2 years older than me. He just died this morning from lung cancer. I'm totally pissed off. He never smoked or even lived with anyone who did. Why the hell did he have lung cancer? I'm pretty sure the whole cigarette thing is a lie. So, today I start smoking. Well, maybe not. But seriously, my prayers and thoughts go out to Jacob and his family.

All the Leaves Are Brown

Fall is near. I can taste it, smell it. Oh, and it's freakin' cold outside. I couldn't be happier. By the end of April every year I'm so ready for a bathing suit and lakes and barbecues and cold beer and lemonade, etc. I'm done with that feeling. Now all I want in the world is some rain and a sweatshirt.
Really though, it's the holidays that we get to look forward to at this time of year. Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. It's a glorious 3 months. I'm actually proud of Target for being so bold as to introduce Halloween to the world in early September. We really do need two months to get ready for it. At least I do. I am already having panic attacks about what I'll wear this year for "the party". Thank goodness all the stores have their costumes out so I won't have to make a last minute decision. Yeah right.
On a completely different note, I've lost 8 pounds in the last week. Sure, I'm starving and grumpy, but my fat jeans are starting to feel a little loose. I might be able to go shopping soon. Woo hoo!

My First Blog Ever

Yep, it's come to this. I have nothing to say and yet I'm blogging for the world to see just how lame I am.
My day started at the butt-crack of dawn when the alarm went off...yes 6:30 am. Got up, made coffee, fed the kiddos and got ready. Left the house in a rush (what's new?) at 8 to get my daughter to school. She started Kindergarten last week which officially makes me OLD. So the only thing I want more than cheesecake right now would be sleep. Unfortunately I have to pick up my husband at the MAX station in about half an hour. So I blog.
I have a new obsession. House hunting. We've decided to find the perfect house. We are perfectly happy in our house now, but the game has begun. Looking for a 4 bedroom 3 bathroom 2000 + sf house with a basement in our price range is an almost impossible task. Which is why I must do it. We aren't even in a position to move right now. Our house isn't on the market, etc. So why do I spend countless hours on the internet looking for the perfect house? I'm sick. That's why.