Social Turkey

This past Thursday Hubby and I went to eat lunch Thanksgiving lunch with Taylor. All the kids rotate holidays, so all the parents have a chance to come and eat with their kids. Kindergarten and 1st grade get Thanksgiving, so it was Taylor's turn. She was excited to have us there. I always feel so bad for the little ones who don't have a parent show up. I mean, are you really SO busy that you just can't tear yourself away for your lunch hour to make your kid's day??

As we were waiting in a very long line, Taylor's little friend Becca was in front of her. She is a cute and lively little girl. Taylor was pretty insistent on sitting next to her, which was fine. But at one point Becca got a little ahead of the rest of us and I made Taylor wait on me and Hubby so we wouldn't get separated. Well. You would have thought I was asking her to kick her friend to the curb. Being social and sitting next to a friend was obviously more important than sitting next to her daddy and I for lunch. :) I had to keep from laughing out loud. I knew how she felt. I'm quite positive I would have felt the same way. We were dead weight for her. We needed to pick up the pace and keep up, or be left behind! Forget those sweet potatoes that looked like overcooked mushy globs of goo, we gotta get the right seats people!

Jeggings

Can someone please explain this phenomenon? I just don't get it. I don't look good in leggings to begin with...I'm short and I find my legs to be on the chunky side. I think if your tall and slim, or even short and slim, leggings would be good for you. I can't STAND the skinny jeans either. And that's about all you can find these days. No one asked my opinion, but skinny jeans are NOT for everyone. I don't care who you are. Do not tell me to wear them. In my daily life I would look ridiculous. Which brings me back to the jeggings. Who the hell thought this would be a good idea? This seems like a throw back to the 80's when we used to fold our jeans up at the ends...anyone remember doing that? Remember the jeans that had zippers in the back by your ankles? All the cool girls had them. I was not a cool girl, but I sure did want them. Please Please, lets leave the 80's behind. In the past. Let's move on. I have. It's almost 2011! Isn't it time to find a new fashion?

Growin Weeds

I think I'm growing weeds at my house. Of the child variety. I just bought my son 2 pairs of jeans a couple of months ago. They're already tight, and too short. He's 8, and has always run pretty true to size. All of a sudden, the jeans look like high-water pants on him. Poor guy. Taylor is really hard to fit into jeans too...she has short legs like me so everything is too long, and not big enough around. Talk about frustrating! I can always tell when they're going through a growth spurt. It's easy to spot. Clothes all of a sudden are too small. Food disappears right before my eyes, and they actually sleep. Whew....now I have to go to the store and replenish my stock for Zack later.

Really?

We had a visit from an elder family member this past weekend. His health has been declining over the past year. He has someone stay with him 6 days a week during the day, and his son lives with him full time and is there evenings. There are three siblings who switch off weekends taking care of him. Anyway, the elder family member and one of his daughters and her husband came by to drop of some early birthday gifts to Taylor. They visited with us for almost 2 hours and at some point over those two hours as he got up to leave we noticed that there was a stain on our couch. He had had an accident. I know he's had a bladder issue for quite a while now, but I did not know it was this bad. It smelled horrible and was very noticeable. Yet nothing was said. I can completely understand the daughter and her husband not saying anything in front of him. I understand that this is an embarrassing issue. Like I said, I know he's had bladder problems for some time, and I can appreciate them not saying anything at the time, BUT..... there has been no apology or acknowledgment that it even happened. I know they knew....the husband helped him up off the couch. The smell alone could have knocked you over. Am I wrong to think that she should have called later or at the very least sent an email saying she was sorry about the situation?

Maybe I'm making too much out of it. I'm still trying to clean my couch though. It's hard to get rid of the smell. I don't know...I just think there is no couth left in this part of the family at all.

Politians and car salesmen

I am so happy this election is over. I really hate getting all those calls. It seems like the phone rings constantly with automated calls, and the occasional actual human on the other end trying to gage if you're going to vote or not, and who you're for. I've taken to answering and then immediately hanging up the phone. It makes my life easier. But then they call back. Over and over. And over.

I'm not in to politics at all. I think Politicians are like used car salesman. They'll tell you anything to get you to buy their policies and what they stand for. Their slimy and I think you'd be hard pressed to find an honest politician. This is of course a generalization, and I know that, but I do think a honest politician is few and far between, if at all. I think the only thing we can hope for is to vote for someone who claims to stand for what you believe in and then pray they do their best when and if they're elected.

That's just my 2 cents.

Digits

So the other day my son came home with a a big smile on his face. He was so proud of himself. Mind you he's only in 3rd grade. Anyway, he got in the car and said "Guess what!!?" "I got Naomi's digits!!" Apparently she gave her phone number to him first, and then he gave her his. This was a couple of weeks ago now, and no phone calls have been made either way. I did ask him the other day what he did with her number, and unfortunately it's lost. I told him maybe he should tell her he misplaced it and ask for it again. Wait, what? He's in 3rd grade! Is this normal? I still thought boys had coodies at that age.

Candy Candy Candy Candy Candy

Halloween has come and gone. My Star Wars dude and my iCarly got an enormous amount of candy. I have NO idea what I'm going to do with it all. My mom said in my hometown there is a dentist there, or maybe more, that you can give all your left over candy to and they donate it to the troops over-seas. What a great idea! I should call around and see if they do this here. Zack ate so much of his, he got sick on it, already. Fun times. It's now hidden, although not well enough, but hopefully out of sight, out of mind.

Now that Halloween is over, it's now Voting day. GO VOTE! I can't wait for the day to be over. I am SO sick of all the calls. Every day. Multiple times. I realize these people are just doing their job, but they're completely annoying. And then you have the wonderful recorded calls. Ugh. Lately all the 800 #'s I see, or odd #'s, I pick up and immediately hang up. I'm fairly certain I don't need to talk to them.

GO VOTE!