Does it seem like...

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!"

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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."

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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.

Thanks,
NM

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And this one? JUST happened.

*Ding Dong*

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!