You should see my desk. No, maybe you shouldn't. I have all these grand plans but the follow-through is where I'm lacking.
I spend a lot of time READING blogs about decorating and organizing and getting in shape and meal planning. I pin all sorts of stuff to Pinterest that I like but I never really do anything about it.
I realized today after getting on the scale at my parent's that I have more like 20 pounds to lose. I weigh almost as much as I did 9 months pregnant with my first born. so depressing!
I do feel like I"m getting more accomplished lately, thanks to the never ending lists. I figured out I have daily to-do lists, master to-do list, project list, and post-it notes everywhere. I like to read about new ways to organize my lists when I should be actually DOING things on said lists instead.
so frustrated!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
WTF Savers!
Oh my! An (almost) entire day to myself due to getting a great call to ask me if I wanted to stay home from work. Ummmm, let me think about it, yes!!!! (don't tell the hubby, he thinks I just got home from work, ha!) What to do
prolly should have napped, done laundry, read, got a manicure or cleaned the house but instead I went thrifting!!!
I stopped at Once Upon a Child tocon people to pay me for my junk sell my stuff, and they were having a sale. Everything that was on clearance was now 50c. That is my kind of sale. Not like some of those overpriced thrift stores. I'm looking at YOU Savers.
At my stop at overpriced Savers (they did not disappoint) I was hopeful to find some goodies even though their prices are ridick. What is the matter with them...this is a THRIFT that people DONATE items, which means you get your items FREE. Is it necessary to charge $59.99 for a used pair of cowboy boots?!! I think not. And then I found this:
REALLY??!!!!!!!
Not going there anymore!
That is all...
prolly should have napped, done laundry, read, got a manicure or cleaned the house but instead I went thrifting!!!
I stopped at Once Upon a Child to
At my stop at overpriced Savers (they did not disappoint) I was hopeful to find some goodies even though their prices are ridick. What is the matter with them...this is a THRIFT that people DONATE items, which means you get your items FREE. Is it necessary to charge $59.99 for a used pair of cowboy boots?!! I think not. And then I found this:
REALLY??!!!!!!!
Not going there anymore!
That is all...
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Escaping the House but not the vomit
Husband and kids dropped me off at the airport for my trip. I was starting to feel a little sad since 10 days was a long time to be away from them, until they started fighting and crying and then it made things a little better. Harrison had just gotten over the vomiting, which Coop and Syd had before him. I was so happy to have escaped without getting it as well.
I had a burger and fries while waiting for my plane, BY MYSELF, and then went to the bathroom a couple times, just because I could do it BY MYSELF.
Boarded the plane for the 8 hour flight. I had magazines and my Kindle and my iPod and some Benadryl for sleep. I was ready. The first problem was that I couldn't figure out how to turn on the light to read. The light was way above my head and there was no way I could reach it. I certainly didn't want to ask because...what kind of idiot doesn't know how to turn on the overhead light?!!
t noticed the guy 2 seats away poking at the screen on the seat in front of him and his light came on so I played around with it for awhile and thought I knew what to do. Did you know you have choices of movies and TV shows and all sorts of other stuff to watch?! ME NEITHER!
Fast forward 4 hours into flight. I just wanted them to leave us alone so I could take my Benadryl in peace and sleep. First drinks, then dinner. Sheesh, just leave me alone. I already ate the burger and fries (of course I persevered and ate the pasta, roll, salad and brownie that I didn't have to prepare and no one bothered me while I ate it). My stomach seemed a little upset but I'm sure it was from flying in general and also having 2 full meals within 2 hours.
Opened the plastic bag for the blanket and pillow and tried to sleep.
Suddenly felt extremely hot and started taking off my clothes, then the awful feeling of knowing you're going to puke...hot and cold and nausea and oh God, I need a puke bag right. this...second... where is it? where is it? Frantically looking through the seat pocket...Need help...poking at the screen...here it comes...no bag...looking around desperately and asking the old people across the aisle for a sick bag....they don't have one either!!! poke poke poke poke on the screen...grab the blanket bag and start to fill it up with the dinner I just ate
No one comes, no one comes....poke poke poke.....
maybe I'm done, I'll just knot this up and put it under my seat for now....no one comes...the dude next to me still sleeping (I think, or just faking).
Finally someone comes just as I figure out its going to happen again. "oh, I thought someone else answered the call, sorry!, do you need me to find a medical professional?1"
Hahaha- lady I AM a medical professional, its just vomit, no need to be alarmed.
I fill another bag, she brings me ginger ale, the coldest washcloths on earth and 6 more bags. She's not fucking around with me!
Later I am recovering. The only good thing was that this all happened about 4 in the morning, most people on the plane were sleeping so I didn't draw too much attention to myself.
As I look around to find a pen to fill out my customs forms, the older couple look at me with wide-eyed fear..."Do you need another sick bag?", they ask. ummmm, you still don't have one so why are you asking, but no, just a pen, got one of those?!
Good.Times.
I had a burger and fries while waiting for my plane, BY MYSELF, and then went to the bathroom a couple times, just because I could do it BY MYSELF.
Boarded the plane for the 8 hour flight. I had magazines and my Kindle and my iPod and some Benadryl for sleep. I was ready. The first problem was that I couldn't figure out how to turn on the light to read. The light was way above my head and there was no way I could reach it. I certainly didn't want to ask because...what kind of idiot doesn't know how to turn on the overhead light?!!
t noticed the guy 2 seats away poking at the screen on the seat in front of him and his light came on so I played around with it for awhile and thought I knew what to do. Did you know you have choices of movies and TV shows and all sorts of other stuff to watch?! ME NEITHER!
Fast forward 4 hours into flight. I just wanted them to leave us alone so I could take my Benadryl in peace and sleep. First drinks, then dinner. Sheesh, just leave me alone. I already ate the burger and fries (of course I persevered and ate the pasta, roll, salad and brownie that I didn't have to prepare and no one bothered me while I ate it). My stomach seemed a little upset but I'm sure it was from flying in general and also having 2 full meals within 2 hours.
Opened the plastic bag for the blanket and pillow and tried to sleep.
Suddenly felt extremely hot and started taking off my clothes, then the awful feeling of knowing you're going to puke...hot and cold and nausea and oh God, I need a puke bag right. this...second... where is it? where is it? Frantically looking through the seat pocket...Need help...poking at the screen...here it comes...no bag...looking around desperately and asking the old people across the aisle for a sick bag....they don't have one either!!! poke poke poke poke on the screen...grab the blanket bag and start to fill it up with the dinner I just ate
No one comes, no one comes....poke poke poke.....
maybe I'm done, I'll just knot this up and put it under my seat for now....no one comes...the dude next to me still sleeping (I think, or just faking).
Finally someone comes just as I figure out its going to happen again. "oh, I thought someone else answered the call, sorry!, do you need me to find a medical professional?1"
Hahaha- lady I AM a medical professional, its just vomit, no need to be alarmed.
I fill another bag, she brings me ginger ale, the coldest washcloths on earth and 6 more bags. She's not fucking around with me!
Later I am recovering. The only good thing was that this all happened about 4 in the morning, most people on the plane were sleeping so I didn't draw too much attention to myself.
As I look around to find a pen to fill out my customs forms, the older couple look at me with wide-eyed fear..."Do you need another sick bag?", they ask. ummmm, you still don't have one so why are you asking, but no, just a pen, got one of those?!
Good.Times.
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