I only ever pop in to say I am still here? It seems like it to me. I have a list of blog topics on my phone and seriously no time to address them. I have fallen out of the habit. And the blog topics start seeming old.
Busy? You have no idea. In fact, I am not even going to blog about that because I am not sure even where to start. Suffice it to say I have never been busier in my whole life on both the personal and work front.
So I am going to do a big catch up and hit (briefly) a number of topics on my "To Blog About" list. Ok?
Skadi: "Mommy, my taste bugs like that food!"
Skadi: "Mom, my two head hurts."
Me: "I am sorry to hear that." (Loving that she still calls her forehead a two head.)
Skadi: "When I get older I will have a three head, won't I mom?"
Me: "Yes, Skadi, you probably will have a three head someday."
Overheard at Gymnastics the Other Day.
Lady #1: "Oh, you go to the Court Club? I can't stand that place, they put chemicals in their pool designed to disintigrate your swimming suits so you are forced to buy new suits all the time."
Lady #2: "Oh I don't think so, they add chlorine like everywhere else to keep it clean."
Lady #1: "Oh no, we are in the process of canceling our membership because of this swimsuit thing. I am so tired of the kids' suits becoming thin and wearing out."
Lady #2: "Well that happens if you don't rinse out the suits after visiting any pool unless the water isn't treated, and I don't think I would want to swim in a public pool that wasn't treated."
Lady #1: "No, I tell you, they add extra chemicals!"
Lady #2 (I love her): "Yeah, sounds like you should probably cancel your membership and go somewhere else."
Read on Amazon.com when looking for laser pointers.
"The buyer should beware, thisset of laser pointers comes with a so called extra 'UV light' and you need to know that the UV light does NOT work to play with cats. Do not buy this item."
One of my biggest annoyances when I was a kid was when those older men would walk by and say to me, "Smile!" I despised that. I don't know why. But why was it expected that I should smile at them?
So the other day Skadi and I were at Starbucks and she was sitting at a table waiting for me. An older man walked by and I heard the words come out of his mouth, "Smile cutey!"
Daggers shot from my eyes. As a kid I obliged while rolling my eyes in my imagination. As an adult? Daggers. Don't tell my daughter to smile.
Ok, maybe it is a bit irrational.
Dear Insurance Company,
Thanks for timing it so that the reminder that I am now due for my first mammogram actually appear on my 40th birthday. Much appreciated.
And this one? JUST happened.
Me: "Pizza's here guys!" Hurry to the door.
Pizza Delivery Guy who looks a whole lot like Napolean Dynamite: "Looks like you could use some spring cleaning in that pond in the yard!"
Tip? Very little.
Time to go eat dinner... Later!