Today I was scheduled to take one of our vehicles in for a check up and diagnostic. My mom had transferred ownership of her old 1996 Saab to us for Eldest to use once she got her license. Yes, I am still in tears about that. Anyway, it is having some issues, so I made an appointment on Tuesday to take it in to be checked out. One can’t take chances, you know?
Anyway, I took the kidlets to school without incident, and then headed back home to pick up the other car. I put my hair up in a clip (it’s frightful), washed up the dishes, and then grabbed the keys and headed out.
So I got into my Pathfinder.
And drove down the street to the mechanic.
In my Pathfinder.
Not the Saab.
And if you think I just went down a couple of blocks before I noticed, think again. I was turning into the shop before I noticed. Luckily I had time to turn around and switch vehicles before my appointment.
And this is what happens when you don’t drink coffee first thing in the morning
Yeah, neither do I.
So, since it has been a while, I give what is possibly the most awesome U.S. soldier, EVAH!!
Platoon Sergeant in Iraq, wearing Tartan Wilson, (found here). EPICNESS!!
Now, go fan yourselves
I lack motivation to write today.
There are no cupcakes in the house.
The laundry is done.
The schools have awards ceremonies tonight and tomorrow night.
I have a gazillion split ends.
My roses are still in shock.
Still, one can find humor in the day.
Here’s hoping Tuesday isn’t a Monday do-over!!
It’s Sunday. A day to relax and putter around and just enjoy before the craziness of the coming week takes hold. It’s a no brainer day, right? I mean, you can choose to do stuff, or choose to do nothing.
Such a simple, blessed day.
Why is it that I can never enjoy it??
Last week, a friend asked me to attend an acquaintance’s baby shower, to which I said yes. I figured it would be nice to hang out with gals
bitching about motherhood talking about similar interests. Then my sister called to invite me to her anniversary BBQ. And in my family, you 1) celebrate milestones, and 2) never turn down BBQ. And…..both scheduled for roughly the same time. But I can manage to make an appearance at the shower and then attend my sister’s BBQ, right? So far, so good.
And now Little One wants to go dress shopping for her awards ceremony this week. Because hey, MOM IS NOT DOING ANYTHING TODAY!!
Fine…. FINE!!! We shall go shopping.
At least that’s something I do rather well
Yesterday I was perusing food blogs and came across my interwebnet friend Marilla over at Cupcake Rehab for some delicious dessert recipes. As her blog title suggests, she loves her some cupcakes. But that isn’t all she makes. Jams, jellies, pickling, pies, sauces, cookies, breads (ZOMG THE BREADS!!!)… it’s all good at her site. But sometimes she feels the need to clarify her stance on the humble cupcake.
I love cupcakes. I won’t apologize for it, I don’t feel bad when a snobby food blogger scoffs at them in favor of a green tea cookie with local honey glaze or lemon curry marmalade, and I don’t care if the people I reading this are tired of them. I am not. Besides, what is there NOT TO LIKE? It’s a small, individual cake. Just for you. That you don’t have to share (!).
And she is absolutely right! What is NOT to like about a cupcake??
Each one is an individual ray of sunshine, just waiting to send your taste buds into Sugar Valhalla. Honestly, peeling off the liner heightens the anticipation of biting into the velvety sweetness by a factor of twelve and seven orders of magnitude. And think about it: no cutting, no crumbs, no messing up the icing, no fighting over the decorations, no “I want more icing!”, no mess. Choosing a cupcake is a symbol of individuality. YOU pick the one that speaks to you. That’s totally different than a cake that screams conformity.
Don’t get me wrong: I like cake, too. But the cupcake appeals to the rebel inside us, telling the rest of the world, “THIS ONE IS MINE, ALL MINE!!” And sometimes you need to have something that’s only yours, even if it is a cupcake
So, yesterday was Mother’s Day, and the kids and Hubby surprised me with bling and a new Lolita™ wine glass. I think I am getting to be a bit predictable. Anyway, after gratuitous amounts of loving hugs and coffee, we decided to go to the outlet mall to shop for Little One since she had outgrown a ton of clothes, for which Goodwill is grateful. It was a nice day, and I find shopping therapeutic and relaxing.
I do NOT find traffic relaxing, which is why Hubby drove.
Anyway, we decided to have lunch first at a restaurant conveniently located next to Williams-Sonoma™, which is close to kryptonite for me as y’all well know. I had finished eating and figured it couldn’t do any harm to just go look. So off I went, feeling Hubby’s eyes roll as I meandered into the store. Mind you, I wasn’t planning on getting anything, until I rounded the corner and found this:
I had been looking for that size for a while, but was reluctant to pay the $$$ price tag. Seriously, three figures for that small saucepan? No way. So I checked inside for the price in case it was on sale.
I check everywhere on that pan to see if there is another price tag. Nope, just the $29.97 one. ZOMG!!!! I run over to the checkout and ask if this is the right price and the manager says that usually the current stuff that’s returned to the outlet is priced to move, so yes. AWESOME!!! But if that wasn’t enough, it was an additional 30% off, plus 10% off for military. So my little saucepan cost $20 and change.
And no, this doesn’t mean my Le Creuset™ bargain hunting is over. It just means that I really, really have to downsize a bit more
Last night we went out to eat, a treat from my brother-in-law in honor of Son’s birthday. It had been a long week, so Hubby suggested I have a drink. I was way ahead of him, and ordered a martini sampler: Guavatini, Lemondrop, and Chocolatini. Look, I know those aren’t “real” martinis, ok? But a beer wasn’t going to cut it and I wanted sugar to be my alcohol carrier.
Aren’t they adorable?? And smashing. No, really. You can get smashed on one order alone.
Anyway, Son was interested in trying them. Hilarity ensued.
Son: Mom, what’s the dark one?
Me: That’s the chocolatini.
Son: The what?
Me: (enunciating slowly) Chocolate martini.
Son: May I try it?
Me: Sure. (Don’t y’all wish I was your mom??)
Son: (coughing and gagging) Ugh! It’s like chocolate alcohol!!
Me: That’s the POINT!!
Sometimes, this job is way too easy
Last weekend we cleaned out the garage, and let me tell you, it looks AMAZING!! Well, technically half of it does. We couldn’t clean out the other wall because it has all of my stained glass stuff, and we need protective gloves and eye goggles to clean it out. Still, the garage is a vast improvement over the
trash dump site way it was before.
But now I am itching to reorganize something. Some people finish a project and sit back to admire their work. I tend to want to channel that satisfaction towards another problem spot. The problem is, there are too many problem spots.
And Legos come in handy for this.
Picking one is like a Lay’s™ potato chip. You can’t stop at just one.
So I guess I better go get a bag of potato chips and finish that off. That’s something I can certainly achieve today.
Glad I found a way to channel my productive side
I am away from here all day today, so y’all will just have to go on without me. It’s hard, but you can do it!
Ok, stop laughing.
Here’s a Sithy for y’all.
Alderaan would hurt like a….
Y’all have a great day
Today marks the official Star Wars Day. I don’t celebrate May the 4th. I celebrate the following day, of course. Why? Because it’s REVENGE OF THE 5TH!!!
Anyway, today I will be attending the annual Wein and Saengerfest™ here. This year Hubby gets to go with me, since he was out of the country last time. Also, he will be slightly put out to find that he has been *ahem* volunteered to be the designated driver.
The only thing that would make this a perfect day would be these:
Courtesy of Durban Decor
Are they not awesome?? You can get your own here! I know my friend Mitchell would love a set. Yes, they are on my Mother’s Day list. But then again, so are LOTS of things.
Ok, time to go
get drunk enjoy the festivities! Y’all have a great Saturday!!