Tonight I had to run to Kroger for a couple of items I needed for tomorrow that I had forgotten about. I grabbed the cart that was sitting conveniently at arms reach and ran into the store.
I should have known. There's always a reason that one lone cart sits at arms reach so conveniently. It was a special cart. You know, the ones that have a jacked up wheel - and no matter how hard or fast you push it through the store it wants you to go left.
Thankfully I only needed 2 items, and I was by myself. But you know what I mean. You've gotten out of the car, hauled your kid, or even kids, up to the store, diaper bag, purse, grocery list in tow, strapped the little monster in once you've finally found a cart that actually has a safety belt. You feel like you've completed an Olympic decathalon and you victoriously push your way into the store only to find out...
you've picked the special cart.
Happens to me all the time. In fact, it can easily ruin my days grocery shopping trip, which I find utterly unenjoyable in the first place. My husband enjoys making fun of my hatred of the the experience. I've tried to be have a better outlook on it. I've tried to look at the fact that Bella taking the grocery list out of my hand and tearing it in half is only her expression of desire to split up the responsibility of shopping. I've reasoned out that when she pulls things off of the shelves and throws them in the cart she's merely trying to free up my hands to only have to push the cart. I have even concluded that when she turns around and takes things out of the cart and and throws them on the ground, she's just going for quality assurance and getting rid of the items that are not up to par.
But the cart, with the special wheel. That's one I can't get past. No matter how you look at it. There is no way to put a positive spin on a grocery cart that has a mind of it's own.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
my prerogative
It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind.
Right?
I change things like the wind changes. The two of you who read my blog may have noticed this by the way the design of it changes all the time. I get bored easy and feel like I need something fresh. This happens with the smallest of things like, where the garbage can sits in the bathroom, to middle of the road things such as, how the kitchen is organized, or to big things, like how the furniture is arranged, or even what room it might be in.
A couple of years ago I had rearranged the layout of the house so much, that one day Yana came out of her room and asked me where the kitchen was now.
I will admit that I may have a problem. It probably frustrates Jeff the most. He is a creature of habit and set in his ways. He doesn't like coming home and now knowing where the silverware might be. In fact, just this evening when he pulled my blog up, his words were "This is an eyesore." And then I was all "why you gotta be hateful?"
So guess what? I changed it. It's my prerogative :)
Right?
I change things like the wind changes. The two of you who read my blog may have noticed this by the way the design of it changes all the time. I get bored easy and feel like I need something fresh. This happens with the smallest of things like, where the garbage can sits in the bathroom, to middle of the road things such as, how the kitchen is organized, or to big things, like how the furniture is arranged, or even what room it might be in.
A couple of years ago I had rearranged the layout of the house so much, that one day Yana came out of her room and asked me where the kitchen was now.
I will admit that I may have a problem. It probably frustrates Jeff the most. He is a creature of habit and set in his ways. He doesn't like coming home and now knowing where the silverware might be. In fact, just this evening when he pulled my blog up, his words were "This is an eyesore." And then I was all "why you gotta be hateful?"
So guess what? I changed it. It's my prerogative :)
Thursday, February 17, 2011
confessions of the undomesticated
After taking the kids Christmas shopping for each other, and for me and Jeff, my husband says to me:
"Zeke wanted to get you one of those triple crockpot things. I said 'That's a really good idea. She hates to cook!' "
They decided against it, which I think was a smart idea :)
Although it irritated me at the time, for so many reasons, my husband is correct: I hate to cook. And while I do think they did the smart thing by getting me something other than an appliance to cook with for Christmas, it honestly isn't a bad idea. Think of the possibilities, you can have your meat AND sides cooking while you're gone (or even while you're home!) with little to no effort and ready for you whenever you want to eat it!
I have a confession to make: I am not domestic. This is not something that I discovered recently. It isn't even something that I didn't realize until after I got married. I always knew it - I am not domestic.
1. I hate cooking.
There is nothing enjoyable about it for me. I don't know much about it, it doesn't come easy to me, and frankly the thought of eating something that I've seen in its raw, uncooked, slimy form sounds about as appetizing as eating out of the garbage can.
2. I hate cleaning.
I know, I know...who doesn't? I am not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination. Most days I look around at a mess and think about cleaning it up, but wonder what the point is. It will just get trashed again, and it seems counterproductive - especially when the whole time you're picking up, your 2-year-old comes right along behind you and undoes everything you just did.
3. I hate laundry.
Don't get me wrong - I like having clean clothes. But that mountain of laundry piled in my basement overwhelms me so much that I want to run screaming from it. I can sort it and throw it in the washer/dryer like a champ. But the part that comes after - the folding, ironing and putting away - make me want to curl up in the corner in a fetal position.
The list could go on...I like coffee, but I don't want to make it - because then there's the actually getting up and doing it, cleaning the pot and the cup - it all seems pointless. I love HGTV, but when I try to put any of those ideas into effect at my own house, I feel like I'm trying to put a square peg into a round hole.
So there you have it. My undomesticated confession. Hear this: I wouldn't trade getting to work part time so that I can be home with my sweet little Bella to avoid any of this. I am trying to become more domestic. But I can say this - I am good at being a mom. So if it means that my house is a little bit messier, that our meals are not always as good as they could be, and that the laundry pile gets taller than me sometimes, I can be ok with it. I would rather know that I took good care of my kiddos and raised them to be well-behaved, hard working, Godly people.
In the meantime, here is a little website that has recently changed my life - at least where cooking is concerned. E-mealz is a website that will plan your meals for you. For $5 a month, you can pick a meal plan based on diet or where you shop the most - or both. It will give you 7 meal plans (ingredient list plus recipe), plus a grocery list every week. Try it out - if you get bored like me and feel like you fix the same things all of the time, you will love it.
Happy Thursday!
"Zeke wanted to get you one of those triple crockpot things. I said 'That's a really good idea. She hates to cook!' "
They decided against it, which I think was a smart idea :)
Although it irritated me at the time, for so many reasons, my husband is correct: I hate to cook. And while I do think they did the smart thing by getting me something other than an appliance to cook with for Christmas, it honestly isn't a bad idea. Think of the possibilities, you can have your meat AND sides cooking while you're gone (or even while you're home!) with little to no effort and ready for you whenever you want to eat it!
I have a confession to make: I am not domestic. This is not something that I discovered recently. It isn't even something that I didn't realize until after I got married. I always knew it - I am not domestic.
1. I hate cooking.
There is nothing enjoyable about it for me. I don't know much about it, it doesn't come easy to me, and frankly the thought of eating something that I've seen in its raw, uncooked, slimy form sounds about as appetizing as eating out of the garbage can.
2. I hate cleaning.
I know, I know...who doesn't? I am not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination. Most days I look around at a mess and think about cleaning it up, but wonder what the point is. It will just get trashed again, and it seems counterproductive - especially when the whole time you're picking up, your 2-year-old comes right along behind you and undoes everything you just did.
3. I hate laundry.
Don't get me wrong - I like having clean clothes. But that mountain of laundry piled in my basement overwhelms me so much that I want to run screaming from it. I can sort it and throw it in the washer/dryer like a champ. But the part that comes after - the folding, ironing and putting away - make me want to curl up in the corner in a fetal position.
The list could go on...I like coffee, but I don't want to make it - because then there's the actually getting up and doing it, cleaning the pot and the cup - it all seems pointless. I love HGTV, but when I try to put any of those ideas into effect at my own house, I feel like I'm trying to put a square peg into a round hole.
So there you have it. My undomesticated confession. Hear this: I wouldn't trade getting to work part time so that I can be home with my sweet little Bella to avoid any of this. I am trying to become more domestic. But I can say this - I am good at being a mom. So if it means that my house is a little bit messier, that our meals are not always as good as they could be, and that the laundry pile gets taller than me sometimes, I can be ok with it. I would rather know that I took good care of my kiddos and raised them to be well-behaved, hard working, Godly people.
In the meantime, here is a little website that has recently changed my life - at least where cooking is concerned. E-mealz is a website that will plan your meals for you. For $5 a month, you can pick a meal plan based on diet or where you shop the most - or both. It will give you 7 meal plans (ingredient list plus recipe), plus a grocery list every week. Try it out - if you get bored like me and feel like you fix the same things all of the time, you will love it.
Happy Thursday!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
yana gets a haircut
I wanted long hair so bad I could taste it when I was growing up. Unfortunately, my mom didn't want to take care of it (In hindsight, having 3 kids of my own now, I don't blame her. Man, I hate the taste of crow.) so I was punished with the Dorothy Hamill haircut, which I'm not even sure was in style then. So...I decided that I would never make my daughters, if and when I had them, cut their hair off if they wanted it long.
Yana has an abnormal amount of hair to be 6 years old...and its super curly at that. She recently decided she wanted a haircut, and has practically begged for one for several weeks now. After making sure that it was really what she wanted, here are the results:
And, after:
Yana has an abnormal amount of hair to be 6 years old...and its super curly at that. She recently decided she wanted a haircut, and has practically begged for one for several weeks now. After making sure that it was really what she wanted, here are the results:
Before:
The casualties:
The casualties:
And, after:
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
i finally did it
I swore that I wouldn't. It was on my list of things to NEVER do. I was going to pride myself in the fact that I was one of those hold-outs. Even if I were ever to have an inkling of desire, to participate, I wouldn't, simply because it was the new craze.
But...I have caved.
I am reading Twilight.
I have never seen any of the Star Wars movies. I have never read or seen any Lord of the Rings series. To me this was just another teenage craze, that somehow managed to suck in even women up to their middle ages. I refused to be taken over by the obsession.
But alas, I have. And I will admit (albeit, kicking and screaming) that I actually. . . am. . . enjoyingit.
It may have something to do with the fact that I am reading it on my new nookcolor (have I mentioned that I got on of things for my birthday?!). Everything read on a nook is much more enjoyable. You can bookmark pages, highlight words or sections, lookup the definition to any word on the page, change the page color, font, font size, brightness, do a search. . . it even tells me that at this point, I am 63% done with the book. I can download books for Bella that will come to life on the page and will even read to her if I am unavailable to do so. I can even surf the web!
So, maybe I'm not really enjoying Twilight as much as I just enjoy reading it on my nook. Yeah...that must be what it is.
BTW...anybody got a copy of the movie I can borrow? ;)
But...I have caved.
I am reading Twilight.
I have never seen any of the Star Wars movies. I have never read or seen any Lord of the Rings series. To me this was just another teenage craze, that somehow managed to suck in even women up to their middle ages. I refused to be taken over by the obsession.
But alas, I have. And I will admit (albeit, kicking and screaming) that I actually. . . am. . . enjoyingit.
It may have something to do with the fact that I am reading it on my new nookcolor (have I mentioned that I got on of things for my birthday?!). Everything read on a nook is much more enjoyable. You can bookmark pages, highlight words or sections, lookup the definition to any word on the page, change the page color, font, font size, brightness, do a search. . . it even tells me that at this point, I am 63% done with the book. I can download books for Bella that will come to life on the page and will even read to her if I am unavailable to do so. I can even surf the web!
So, maybe I'm not really enjoying Twilight as much as I just enjoy reading it on my nook. Yeah...that must be what it is.
BTW...anybody got a copy of the movie I can borrow? ;)
Monday, January 3, 2011
Three
Three has always been my favorite number. Because my birthday is the 3rd of the month. Which is also today :) So I have decided, for 2011, that I am going to make some resolutions - and actually stick with them. Or try to at least. So, in the spirit of three, here are 3 New Year's Resolutions.
1. I am going to blog more. Please...don't get too excited. I know you are probably overwhelmed with the prospect of it.
2. I am going to try to do better. At everything. Better at keeping house, cooking regularly, being a better wife, mom, friend, employee, co-worker, exerciser, eater, writer....everything.
3. I am going to read more. Because really...it's good for the mind. And, because I got a nookcolor for my birthday :) And what better reason do you need to read more?!
Happy New Year! Happy Monday! And Happy Birthday to me!
1. I am going to blog more. Please...don't get too excited. I know you are probably overwhelmed with the prospect of it.
2. I am going to try to do better. At everything. Better at keeping house, cooking regularly, being a better wife, mom, friend, employee, co-worker, exerciser, eater, writer....everything.
3. I am going to read more. Because really...it's good for the mind. And, because I got a nookcolor for my birthday :) And what better reason do you need to read more?!
Happy New Year! Happy Monday! And Happy Birthday to me!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
tuesdays are speshl
I hate Tuesdays.
I don't have anything personal against Tuesday. But the schedule that engulfs my weekly Tuesday usually makes for a less than enjoyable day. I always pick up Zeke and Yana from school, but this year some genius decided it was good idea for them to go to school at 8am, meaning they get out at 2:20. Which means I have to leave to pick them up no later than 2. And Bella's naptime is at 1:30. You can see where I'm going with this.
I try to lay her down for an early nap, but she's just not ready for one. So we fight it out for a while until she finally does, which just means that she's in a little less of a bad mood on our way over to get them and back. What that also means is that by the time we get back home, she's tired again, but she doesn't really want to take another nap because she's already had one.
So...as you can imagine, much of my Tuesday is consumed with screaming. It's fun.
For the past few weeks, and for the next few, I've been doing a bible study with my mom and sister on Tuesday nights. That's usually something enjoyable to look forward to, however, it also means that after Jeff gets off work and gets home, and we eat dinner, he's left with the aftermath of the bad moods. I know this, and it causes me to have a less than enjoyable bible study.
Today has been no different. Bella is currently laying in her bed screaming. I am determined she won't win, but my sanity may get the better of me soon. Yana has knocked everything off of the playroom table about 5 times after I've told her at least that many to put it all away. Zeke, no matter how many times I've told him that the Wii won't turn on and I don't know why, has stood in front of it, pushing the power button over and over saying "The tv says no signal. I pushed the power button and it should come on when you do that, but it won't."
I've had my usually Tuesday rant where I've told them all in the most loving way possible that they are all driving me crazy :) I always follow it up with "I love you, but you are all driving me nuts."
Yana just came and gave me a handmade card that said "I love you Jess" on the outside and "You are speshl" on the inside. So even though I feel like I might lose my mind because everyone is driving me crazy, I can't help but remember that Tuesdays are "speshl" even in spite of their craziness.
Happy Tuesday :)
I don't have anything personal against Tuesday. But the schedule that engulfs my weekly Tuesday usually makes for a less than enjoyable day. I always pick up Zeke and Yana from school, but this year some genius decided it was good idea for them to go to school at 8am, meaning they get out at 2:20. Which means I have to leave to pick them up no later than 2. And Bella's naptime is at 1:30. You can see where I'm going with this.
I try to lay her down for an early nap, but she's just not ready for one. So we fight it out for a while until she finally does, which just means that she's in a little less of a bad mood on our way over to get them and back. What that also means is that by the time we get back home, she's tired again, but she doesn't really want to take another nap because she's already had one.
So...as you can imagine, much of my Tuesday is consumed with screaming. It's fun.
For the past few weeks, and for the next few, I've been doing a bible study with my mom and sister on Tuesday nights. That's usually something enjoyable to look forward to, however, it also means that after Jeff gets off work and gets home, and we eat dinner, he's left with the aftermath of the bad moods. I know this, and it causes me to have a less than enjoyable bible study.
Today has been no different. Bella is currently laying in her bed screaming. I am determined she won't win, but my sanity may get the better of me soon. Yana has knocked everything off of the playroom table about 5 times after I've told her at least that many to put it all away. Zeke, no matter how many times I've told him that the Wii won't turn on and I don't know why, has stood in front of it, pushing the power button over and over saying "The tv says no signal. I pushed the power button and it should come on when you do that, but it won't."
I've had my usually Tuesday rant where I've told them all in the most loving way possible that they are all driving me crazy :) I always follow it up with "I love you, but you are all driving me nuts."
Yana just came and gave me a handmade card that said "I love you Jess" on the outside and "You are speshl" on the inside. So even though I feel like I might lose my mind because everyone is driving me crazy, I can't help but remember that Tuesdays are "speshl" even in spite of their craziness.
Happy Tuesday :)
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