P P P POP POP POP

Look at this sweet old chicken that was guarding the corn when we went to pick pumpkins last week.
Just looks like regular dried corn on the cob right? Like indian corn which is perfect for decorating for fall. But, it isn't just regular corn. It is special. Special magic corn.

When you put this corn in a brown paper bag and put it in the microwave...


You get popcorn.

The lady that owns the farm grows it and then dries it and then pops it for a snack. I looooove it!

10 Things Thursday

10 things that I like about my Bubba (written by the Bubba)

1. Because I have so much beautiful eyes.
2. His hugs
3. His kisses
4. His voice
5. Because you love me.
6. He is cute.
7. He cleans his room for me. (you can totally tell this was written by him)
8. His hair
9. He gets in the car when I tell him to.
10. He is really good at baseball.


* I was having a hard time writing my ten things list and he was sitting in the chair with me and he told me what to write.

October 21st

Just so you know...it is definitely two months until my birthday.

Random Ramblies

About the gym...


The soap smells like a watermelon jolly rancher. Every time I wash my hands I get hungry. Who thought up this brilliant idea?


The indoor track is ran clockwise on Mon-Wed-Fri and counter clockwise on Tues-Thurs. (clearly, you can run on Sat or Sun. But, I don't so I don't know which way it runs) Regardless of there being signs that clearly state this; there is always someone going the wrong way. Last run I had to audibly (to myself) check what day it was and the guy that started running when I started could see my puzzled face and said to me "WE are going the right way...don't worry I have your back." I'm not sure but the lady that was going the wrong way didn't look like much of a bruiser to me. Nonetheless, I appreciate his support.



Speaking of the track...if you are taking a tour of the facility (which I encourage) please be aware that you are ON A TRACK. There will be people running. You standing in the middle of it and having a conversation about the pool downstairs is not the best idea. Move aside...


Are the ladies that use the gym provided yoga mats unaware of germs? Have you heard of this little thing called the swine flu? Bring your own mat, you grossies.


The kiddie pool area is only so big so just because a dad and his son are in close proximity to you and your daughter it doesn't mean he is hitting on you. It means that his son wants to play on the splash table as well. If they return and you happen to have a conversation it continues to mean that his son wants to play in the kiddie area. (yes, this is for you babe)

If you are in the pool and you swim in your white cover up please understand that it is completely transparent. We can see you and your swimsuit and even your belly button. And, for the record...you didn't need a cover up.


When a person has an ipod with earphones in, it is normally on. This means I can't hear you when you talk.


Um, I know it's hot when you are running on the stairmaster. I know you get sweaty but a little additional piece of material is not going to make that big of a difference. I promise. They even make material now that is designed for exercising. So, please, please put on a shirt. If you aren't in good shape we really don't want to see you in all your glory. If you are in good shape and want to show off all your glory then you should go out for cocktails with your girlfriends. Just saying.

Not Me Monday

Check out tons of other things that did not happen at the mother of Not Me Monday.

I have been working out every weekday (rest on Saturday & Sunday) and counting calories like a crazy supermodel. I have been feeling great and I can see a difference already in my legs and my face. So when I weighed myself and lost five pounds in less than two weeks I did not get super crazy mad. Don't get me wrong...I love that I already lost five pounds. It was the number on the scale. This is why I got rid of my scale. No matter what I was feeling or how I thought I looked and how my clothes fit if I got on that dang scale and it said something I didn't want to see I would go into a crazy mood and get all upset. I am not going to weigh anymore. Well, maybe just once a month. Maybe.

After buying my costume for the pumpkin holiday and realizing that aside from a few ruffles it is pretty much sleeveless and that I only have two weeks... I did not, after my run, work out my arms until I could barely pick up my baby girl.

I most certainly did not give the name Jesus (pronounced Hay Zeus) to an unfortunate soul who carried his belongings with him. Please let me explain. One of my besties and I went shopping for costumes on Friday. We were talking about explaining the Trinity to children on the way over. I had mentioned that I guess when I picture Heaven I see a God figure and a man figure of Jesus. So we were discussing that. Then we started talking about what Jesus looked like when he was on earth. We decided that all the pictures that look alike probably aren't wrong. I told her that I think he looks like "that" and I pointed over to her side of the car where she had her visor down and on her visor was a card with a picture of Jesus that once belonged to her Grandma. She looked past the picture and out her window where there was a homeless man sitting on the street corner. She looks at me with a puzzled look on her face. I quickly realize that she has not seen the card I was pointing at but thinks I was referring to the transient and we both start to giggle. We giggle and giggle and that turns into all out laughter. Laughter that we cannot control and that takes our breath away. Ahhhh, good times.

I politely and happily held the door open for a mom with two kids and when she didn't respond with a thank you, a smile, or a kiss my ass, I did not let her fend for herself with the second set of doors.

I was not completely and utterly embarrassed when my above reference bestie commented on the state of my bedroom. I had started cleaning it (packing away summer clothes) and you know how it gets worse before it gets better??? Well, she saw it at the "worse" stage so I did not spend hours in there making it shine like the top of the Chrysler building.

Budget Belle

I waited all week and it finally came...The MOPS sale. Its the Mother of Preschoolers semi annual sale where I try to find clothes for my kiddos for cheap cheap cheap. And I always do. Here is what I brought home today...

For the now 9 month old baby girl
11 pairs of pants
5 skirts
9 dresses
4 shirts
6 sweaters
3 hoodies
2 pairs of pjs
5 outfits (pants & shirts w jackets)
2 pairs of tights
2 pairs of shoes
1 winter coat
4 toys

This includes numerous, Gap, Childrens Place, Old Navy, Kenneth Cole and XOXO brands in sizes 12-24 months. It also includes a Christmas dress for next year with the tags still attached and I paid a quarter of the price.

For the 6 year old boy
4 shirts
1 pair of pants
1 Vest
1 Sweatshirt
1 pair of shoes

The shoes are Adidas cleats for soccer...$.75. Yep, they look new and I didn't even pay a dollar. The sweatshirt is a red Hurley hoodie that I got for $1. But my best find for him was a school shirt. We got the order form for school shirts and I totally forgot to get him one. Dang, I felt awful. Well I found one today and it cost me $1. Yeah!!!

In summary I got 62 items and I paid $73 and yes I am really bad at math but, isn't that just over one dollar an item???? What? That is AMAZING!

Now I have to get all these clothes washed and put away. Ugh. I didn't wait all week for this part.

Chica Chica Boom Chic

This is Carmen Miranda...this is who I will transform into on the night of the 30th for my sweet friend Kelly and her annual halloween party.

After hours of shopping and many giggles and one weird man who seemed to be following us around we found a bright turquoise dress worthy of Carmen. We also found some plastic fruit to strategically place upon my head. With my dark hair and a little tanning (bottle not bed) I might just do this Brazilian bombshell justice.

Chances are at some point during the night I will do my own rendition of Chica Chica Boom Chic. Oh hellsyeah, I will.

10 Things Thursday

10 movies my son watches over and over regardless of the many options we have...

1. Scooby Doo

2. Ratatouille

3. Meet The Robinsons

4. Chicken Little

5. Night at the Museum

6. Narnia

7. The Sandlot

8. Pirates of the Caribbean

9. School of Rock

10. Prince Caspian

Sam I Am

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." Dr. Seuss

Found this quote the other day on a blog. How true it is. When the sweet husband and I first started dating we would stay up all night. We would talk and kiss and talk and kiss until the early hours of the morning. There was just so much stuff to say. We had so much catching up to do. We didn't want to spend any of our time asleep. What a waste. We would eventually fall asleep. Then about 5am he would get up off the couch and we would both rub our aching necks and he would drive home and I would go crawl in my bed with my then 3 year old son.

I remember those late nights where we laughed and learned all about each other. The night we watched the meteor shower in the hot tub. The night when my little boy had a night terror and he worried right along with me and told me what a good mom I was. The night I told him about my divorce and what exactly he was getting in to and he smiled and told me he wasn't going anywhere. Those were the nights we fell in love.

Dr. Seuss was right...and not just about the lorax.

Friendly Reminders

When someone holds the door open for you...say thank you.

When someone sneezes...say God bless you.

When someone smiles at you...smile back.

When someone gives you a compliment...graciously accept it.

When someone offers to help...allow them.

What did I forget?