It's 70 degrees and sunny!

I've discovered casseroles. My children don't complain about dinner anymore. Every dinner time I heard things like "I hate chicken" or "I hate meat" "can we have cereal?" I am a really good cook too. Where's the love?

I have one child in softball, one in American League baseball and the other in T-ball. Last night I went straight from work and we didn't get home until 7 pm. Luckily only one child had practice yesterday.

I learned today that I have a loud voice. That bummed me out.

Life is good.

things

I have approx 51 scissors floating around the house.

I have approx 15 nail clippers also.

I can't locate one of the above.

I've purchased approx. 10 hair brushes this year. We are down to 2.

Am I the only one?

Things that make me mad

There is a long list, but this is one of the top ones.

People who waste my time. Now, this might be more my problem, because I was not born with the genetic dna that holds the patience gene. It got lost in the shuffle. I have no patience. I will admit that. It is a problem of mine. I have learned to deal with it. I count to 10, I do breathing exercies, I make fun of you in my head, I talk under my breath and I think I'm really good at "the look" I give you people.

So last week, Julia and I do a mommy-daughter day (a trip to Justice) and we decided to stop at the strip mall and hit up ACMoore. Since we live on the East Coast there are 30ft wide and tall piles of snow everywhere (I'm exaggerating a little bit) that take up a lot of the available parking. We get lucky and see these women getting ready to leave. Wait, back-up, putting their bags in the car. They see us. One is 30 and the other is her mom and I think there was a kid in a stroller. I put my turn signal on and wait. And wait. And wait. By this time I feel words being formed. Words, my daughter doesn't really need to hear. (mother fuckers was about to come out) so I tell J, lets see how long these people take to put their bags in the car and acutally leave. We watch the clock. Four minutes past and at that time they finally got the stroller in. They knew we were there, they kept looking at us. 20 feet closer to the store I saw a car pull out of a spot. So I do what any mother with her first born in the car does. I floor it past the bitches and get a spot closer to the store. Too bad those ladies went out the other end, because Julia had a great idea to walk in the middle of the lot really slow. She needs to stop hanging out with me. FYI, it took us 30 seconds to get in the car and put it in reverse (with our bags). We are that good.

Today at the grocery store I go to the self checkout. The guy using it has a kid in the cart and he takes way to long to finish. For example "ok, I'm going to run my card through", "it's processing". I'm being patient. Then he gets the receipt (which again he anounces to the child) Did I mention there is a line forming? Then he reviews said receipt! I'm pretty sure he told the kid the price of every single item as it was being run up. At this point I say "dear God" under my breath, (and to the guy behind me). I mean come on dude, there is a line and you bought pretzels and bread.

Anyhow I don't like slow people. Don't even get me started on those Buicks on the backroads. Don't they know when I'm in my 4 cylinder, stick shift, Pontiac Vibe I like to think I'm in Nascar? Get off the track.

Yes stupid problems and complaints, but I feel better.

wasting money and saving time

My washer was finally fixed. It's been pretty much broken for, oh, 6 months. It had, in its own special way worked those 6 months. If you washed your clothes on the 38 minute cycle it would take about an hour and half. You had to keep going back there, press the button again and when that was finally done, you had to re-spin the wash because it was soaking wet. The 13 minute spin cycle took about 30 minutes.

It's one of those fancy, water saving, front loaders. All in all I hate it. We have had the repair-man out here 3 times in one year. The last time he came (Friday) he fixed it. It worked! For. One. Load. The next load water was coming out (again) but all over the place, it started making funny noises and it died. Of course it died. My excitement should only last for 38 minutes.

I was in a mood already because I'm a mom. I grabbed all the clothes I could find, schelped to the laundry mat in town, got $20 in coins and played the cards GE dealt me. I did 6 loads of wash in 2 hours. I read a magazine, brought a book, (wish I had brought some running shoes and clothes, but hey I did cardio already) It was me and the silence of the laundramat. Delightful.

Money well wasted.

Today

I have a new workout buddy and in one hour I start my path back into gym land. Yea! I'm really excited. I'm out of shape, I feel sluggish and this is just what I need.

Now onto muscle friend (meg). Can I not say "no"? The answer seems to be "no". I got roped into watching her daughter today so she can go to the (same) gym for 3+ hours. I swore I was done with helping her in this instance. I tried to get Meg to walk with me last Saturday morning. She was feeling depressed and in my opinion a walk cures all. No, she had to work out her legs because she hadn't done that in weeks. I asked her if she would be at the gym Thursday and got this text that yes, but she wouldn't be able to talk because she was working on her legs and doing cardio. I didn't want talk to her, I just wanted to drop off a book for her. I did, and basically said hi and signed up with the owner. Today, yes, she's working out her legs. She will work on her legs for one hour and then do her bootcamp class for another hour and, well honestly I don't know what the extra hour includes after that. We invited her over for dinner again on Sunday also. I informed her of our "No cell phone policy" at the table. I guess "no" worked in that instance.

Meg is friends again with that pornographic, nazi, white power loser. I can't go there right now. I'm trying to help her and our talks seem to work, but I think she needs professional help. Her husband is still a douche. (my husband says douche is a more deragatory word than dick, whatever) Her husband calls, and texts ALL the time. He cries, screams, calls her a bitch, claims he will commit suicide etc. He told his 11 year old daughter that Meg is a bitch and he's going to punch her. Then as a typical abuser apologizes and says it will never happen again. That promise is forgotton in 24 hours.

That is why I'm watching Meg's daughter today. Not for Meg, not for the husband, but for the child. She can come here, be safe, have fun, have people listen to her and for 3 hours be truly happy.