The ONLY Time I will Complain About Rain

You'll never hear me complain about rain. NEVER. At least while living in AZ because we get oh so much rain. And you'll never hear me complain about clouds either. The ONLY time you'll hear me complain about rain is when I'm going to go on a trip. And it's mostly outside and costs a shit ton of cash. We're heading to Disneyland and the current forecast is rain for the first two days. I'm hoping like most weather forecasts it's wrong. Clouds? Fine. A little rain? Sure, not a problem, I won't even complain about that. A raging downpour? Absolutely not acceptable. NO NO NO. DAMNIT. NOT WHILE ON VACATION!!!

So if you pray, (I'll take any God at this point), say a prayer for us that we're not soaking wet walking around trying to enjoy Disney in all it's Christmas glory. I am SO excited about seeing it all decked out. I mean really excited here, so if the rain ruins that I'll be pretty pissed off. I might have some sort of Clark Griswold breakdown!

Peace Out and Rain free.

Going Going But Not Gone

So I'm not gone, I'm on a hiatus. Why I am on a hiatus? Because now that I don't work on a job that is outside of my house I am never home. I'm running here and there and all over the damn place doing you know I don't even know what really.

I work at school, I help out but that is only once a week. I enjoy it. I get to have lunch with Sweet Girl. I like it. And for some reason EVERY kid in her class wants to sit next to me. I am pretty popular with the 6 year old crowd. I'm not sure what this says about me. I'm just THAT exiting I guess. Or I'm just THAT exciting that someone who ISN'T six wants to hang out with me.

And I work on my Girl Scout stuff which I am sadly behind on. I was doing so good, when I worked because I did all my personal stuff on the clock (I know brilliant isn't it? But I got my actual work done so it worked out as a win win for everyone, so no judging me here). But now I have no "clock" per se and I'm all over the place. And we're gearing up for Cookie Sales! Woohooo! Lucky us though Daisies can't do booth sales yet, so we can't harass people in front of the store. That's next year. So, I really need a defined schedule so I don't lose my mind for good.

I also, because I am a masochist I guess, became a consultant for Thirty-One Gifts. Now I LOVE a tote, storage tote, purse and if I get the chance to personalize it, well I am in. So if you need storage tote or purse or stationary and want it personalized, visit my website. I LOVE that Large Utility Tote. It kicks all kinds of ass. You want one? You should especially if you have kids and all the crap that accompanies them. And their laundry or their sporting stuff.

The kids are growing, shocking isn't it? I guess that's what they do at this age. But I'm not happy with it. I want the kids that love me and think I'm all knowing. And they must think I'm all knowing right now, or at least Little Man does considering some of the questions he asks me. For example, how does fire get on the ceiling or if we can sell scorpions. Or why is God everywhere. Or if we can buy a baby next time someone comes by selling them. Sure Little Man, we'll do that right after we call the cops.

Our house is all decorated for Christmas (OMG I did in fact SAY Christmas, as in CHRISTmas, you know it is Jesus' birthday, oh there I go again, I said Jesus, and not in vain). And I'm quite sure that Jesus loves all our inflatables. Especially the trippy "snow" globe with lights that will cause someone to seizure. And if I could find one of those plastic nativity scenes you can bet your ass it would be out there. I love those old ones, I'll have to check the Goodwill. And next year, next year I'm going all Griswold on the house.

Speaking of Griswold, how can you NOT love Christmas Vacation? LOVE this movie! Watch it as part of your Christmas tradition....And if you're feeling like Clark and think you want to have everyone over or the perfect Christmas then please don't have this breakdown..."Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse. "

I'll be back again...hopefully not a month plus between posts!

More Tricks Than Treats!

Ah Halloween you were abundant with your tricks yesterday, so I'm glad you're gone for a year! We had quite the busy weekend and Halloween day too. And apparently the black cat that showed up at our Girl Scout ceremony crossed my path and brought along some bad luck we redeemed on Halloween.

Here is a run down of our tricks:

1. We did some "tailgating" before the Cardinals game, we were enjoying some music when it stopped and Leo asked me if I turned it off. I didn't. I asked him if the battery in the Ipod was charged. It was. So what happened? The truck battery was dead. Awesome. We have no jumper cables. Even more awesome. Leo asked some neighboring tailgaters if they had any, they had one of the jump pack things (official term, I have no idea) which was dead, but they had regular cables thankfully. Our offsetting good luck here was we had met some friends and they parked close to us. So into neutral the truck goes and we push it back so we can get a jump. It works and runs for a while.

2. Our friend breaks her shoe, the toe band of her flip flop came off. No luck with the super glue. Lucky for her she had a spare pair of shoes.

3. Leo dropped and stepped on his glasses. Broke the arm, but was able to fix it. But he scratched the lenses to hell.

4. Our shuttle driver that was taking us from the parking lot to the stadium got lost. Seriously we made a U-turn in a school bus. We were already cutting it close timewise and he made me miss the National Anthem. That may have been some luck because I generally tear up when I hear it and after the morning we've had I may have started balling.

5. Little Man fell asleep AT THE STADIUM. Yes so he's not feeling good. A sick kid on Halloween. Fun.

I have a feeling I'm missing one or maybe two. As luck would have it I forgot. Or suppressed it. Not sure which.

This week however will be better, my parents arrive tomorrow. Yay!
Sweet Girl turns 6 on Friday. Holy crap, 6!
I turn 35 on Friday, 1 more year then it's late-30's. Ugh.

Hope you had more treats!

Up Down Up Down

I had a lunch date with my favorite Little Man the other day since Sweet Girl went to lunch with one her friends. So we headed to Joe's Farm Grill, one of our favorite places. It's a yummy farm restaurant that used to be someone house and is in the middle of an urban farm. There is also a coffee shop there that has cupcakes and assorted items and so I told him we could get desert there.

We finish up lunch and head over to get a cupcake. Little Man makes his selection of the cruelty free cupcakes (a little over the top if you ask me, I mean really you need cruelty free cupcakes??? Maybe it helps people with weird issues eat them, who knows. But a cupcake is a cupcake in my book and I really don't think the wheat used for the flour was treated cruelly in any other cupcake I've eaten. But I digress.). He selects a mixed berry with cherry frosting, it looks good. I go with the cruelly made choco chip pumpkin scone. It's not cruelty free, but I don't care because if you think about it, chewing it up into mush is pretty cruel too. So I eat that sucker and enjoy the whole damn thing. But again I digress.

I look over at Little Man who is looking down at his shorts with this odd look, which usually indicates he's spilled something. I take a look and nothings there. So I ask him what's wrong. And what he says is not anything I was expecting. I mean NOT EVEN CLOSE. He says "nothing is wrong, I'm making my penis move. Up down, up down, up down."
I stifle my laughter and tell him "That's great Little Man, now finish your cupcake."

Ah the joys of a boy!

It's About Time

I am probably going to jinx myself here but thank you Jesus for finally cooling the weather down for me. We had triple digits until the beginning of October. For the love of all that is holy that is just wrong. I know we live in the desert but seriously 106 on Oct 1? Wrong. Just wrong I tell you.

But right now there are 70's forecasted for this week! 70's!!! Of course this could change 10 times before Wednesday when the temp is supposed to be 76 and then 73 on Thursday! And next week it's even going to be 70. I am anxious to turn off our air conditioner and open the windows. I am anxious to feel the chill in the house and maybe even turning on the fireplace. I am also excited about wearing jeans and long sleeved shirts comfortably and shoes WITH socks! I love the flip flop but am ready for some actual shoes.

Here's to cooler weather!! Bring it on!

So Now What?

I thought for sure I would have more time to write posts after I stopped working but that just isn't the case. I used a lot of work time to do my blog posts and now that I don't actually sit down to work, I don't actually sit down to blog either. I think about it but don't login to do it. I find this weird.

Let's see what's been happening since my last slacker post. Sweet Girl has been coming out of her shell at amazing speed. She is making friends while shopping at the Pottery Barn Kids store and playing at various places. This makes me so happy. Little Man is growing an at alarming rate, with as many questions as he can muster. Lord the kid comes out with some good ones. And they are so random and all over the map. I mean all over, from why can't you see God to how does fire get on the ceiling. That is in one conversation! And he will NOT accept I don't know as an answer. I make up a lot of shit I don't know. I try to make it sound as good or logical as possible but if he remembers it at any point and repeats it I'm sure that will be just great.

Sweet Girl is enjoying Girl Scouts. I am enjoying Girl Scouts too, actually. I've only wanted a shot of hard liquor after one meeting. Yeah... um...we've only had two meetings. Actually I really do enjoy it, that one meeting was right during PMS. 15 six year olds and PMS yeah they don't mix. Don't try it, just trust me on that one. Or maybe if you're some kind of masochist you can try it. Go ahead but I warned you.

I'll be back and more regular. Like fiber.

New Routine

Today marks the end of the second week I have not worked. It has been strange not having to get up and flip on the laptop and start working. I honestly can't say I miss it at all. The first few days I always felt like I needed to check email or was late for a conference call. But now I don't even give that a second thought. I figured it would take longer but maybe it was due to not having a lot of time to give it some thought. Last week, the first week sans work, Little Man was home every day sick. He had some random fever and cough and the poor thing didn't do anything but lie in bed and watch TV.

So far this week, I've kept busy getting ready for our first Girl Scout meeting (quite a success I might add), had lunch with a friend, got my hair cut and colored and volunteered at Sweet Girls school two days. I have a new respect for teachers. I don't think I could that every day. I helped in Sweet Girls class working with groups doing contractions and writing sentences with quotes. I did enjoy it I must say and will probably try to do it weekly.

Now it's time to clean out Sweet Girls room, she's a bit of a hoarder and her crap needs to be thinned out. It's much easier to do when she is not around!