Growin Weeds!

No, not THAT kind of weed. I'm talking about my kids. They are growing so fast I can't keep up with them. I washed laundry this past weekend, and Monday morning took a clean pair of jeans out and handed them to Zack. He couldn't button them! So I got another pair of jeans out and handed them over. He couldn't button those either. That left me with one pair that I knew if he couldn't get the others on, this pair had no chance.

Holy. Crap.

Seriously?

So I run to Target yesterday while the kids are at school and pick up two pairs...I should have known the one pair that I get that I like the best is too small. The other pair fits. They're the same size. Two different brands. What gives?

This leads me to the question....WHY can't designers of children's clothes make them all uniform?? Why is it that both size 12 jeans that I bought are NOT the same?? This drives me INSANE! Has it always been like this? I don't remember this as a kid, but I'm sure it was. It just so happens I'm just now running into this in my life. I know adult clothes are like this...but for the love of God, why can't they make kids clothes uniform?? It would make life so much easier!

I guess until I find a solution, I will be doing a lot of laundry.

First "Date"

Friday evening when Zack came home from school he asked me if it would be ok if he went to a movie with his friend Naomi. They are inseparable at school, but have never hung out one on one. He has been clamoring to go over to her house, but I'm a huge believer in not inviting yourself places. So finally Friday evening, her mom called and asked if it would be ok for him to go with her and her dad to see "Mars Needs Moms." They both liked the movie and had a great time. Awwwwww! It was like a little first chaperoned date. So Cute! I really wanted a picture....but alas, I played it cool. A Facebook friend said I should take the picture anyway! :) Oh well...next time right? I will have to return the favor in the next couple of months.

Naomi is such a nice girl...so cute. Pretty quiet and shy. If you ask either one of them, they are just good friends. They get teased a lot at school for "dating" and it embarrasses both of them. His teacher has told me the hardest part of moving for him will be leaving her. :( Talk about ripping my heart right out!!

Yesterday was another big day for Zack. He got an autograph from a WVU football player at the mall, and then spent the night for the first time away from home at his friends house. He made it all night, I am so proud! I was hoping for a little mommy son date yesterday, but he had places to go and people to see, lol.

My little boy is growing up. Fast!

Is it just me?

Am I the only one in the world with zero sense of direction?? I used the maps app on my iphone today...and I still got lost. What the hell is that about? Geeze. To my defense it kept sending me in the wrong direction...but on the other hand...I couldn't really figure out how to use the thing right. UGH!

Hello, I'm 31 and technically challenged. It's a sad situation! I get so frustrated. I have this ridiculous fear of being lost...which stems from actually being lost when I was younger. (That's another story) It's really a paralyzing fear. After the fact I can see how silly it is, and how silly I must look - but in the moment. WOW. It's what I assume to be much like a panic attack.

I freak out.

It's not cute.

I'm not proud.

It sucks.

What also sucks is the fact that I am holding myself back by it. And I know it. I don't drive where I'm not familiar with. If I don't have a clue where something is, please for the love of God, do not ask me to find it. If someone is with me and can give me directions I'm good to go. I know it's crazy - trust me I know....it's not like I'm going to fall off the planet! Where does my mind think I'll end up?

This fear of mine goes back to when I was younger and learning to drive. The only place I was ever allowed to drive was in town. Never out of town. My hometown is small. Very small. I wasn't allowed to drive on the highway either. I learned that in my drivers ed class.

Of course when I got my license I did go where I wanted....but I limited myself. When I got a job at Starbucks I had to travel to the nearest store, which was an hour away. I don't think I have ever been so nervous over something so silly. I was so excited for the job...but completely dreaded driving to and from. I'd like to say I've gotten better over the years....but not really so much. In a couple of months I'm supposed to drive up to Columbus to chaperon Zack's field trip. I didn't want to ride on the bus...plus I'm taking Taylor too, so I thought I would drive. I was secretly hoping Hubby would be home and we could make a cool weekend out of it....but no such luck.

Time to find some big girl panties and deal....at least that's what I keep telling myself.

Baby Phase 2

Baby phase #2 is complete. Hubby was home over the weekend, and despite me being sick and Taylor having a mysterious cough, a good time was had by all. We went North to see family and go to a bridal shower. Hubby, a cousin and Zack went to get some new soccer gear. Hubby and I had all day Monday together, which was awesome. That never happens. Ever. It was so nice, just to hang out with him.

Hubby and I have talked before about our relationship...we often wonder if we are the odd ones, or if our friends are the odd ones. We truly enjoy one anothers company. We don't really annoy each other much. Sometimes, but not much! We talk a lot. We like to spend one on one time together....we value and even crave it sometimes because our date nights, and general time together is so few and far between. Some friends of ours on the other hand....are quite the opposite. It seems like one spouse drives the other one nuts. They don't really do much just themselves together, nor do they necessarily want to. It seems like they prefer time away from each other.

I don't really understand the point of being married if you don't like to spend time with your partner. Tolerating each other must make couples miserable! Why bother? Is it that they're afraid to be alone? They can't do any better? It makes me sad to be honest. I think a husband and a wife should have a close relationship. They should like each other for crying out loud! Happy couples, create happy environments, who have happy lives. Am I wrong?

Just my .02 cents.

Lemon Chalet Cremes

These are evil evil little cookies. But they are SO DAMN GOOD! I'm of course talking about Girl Scout Cookies. I really hate that the boxes are about half the size of what they used to be...but yet typically cost more. Stupid inflation!

The Lemon Chalet Cremes are my favorite Girl Scout Cookie...most people like the Tagalongs, or the Thin Mints. I'm weird...I like the lemon. I only bought one box this year...and it's already gone. I think I am going to have to go search out more. I'm like a feene. I need my fix. Forget about the other 4 boxes on my counter...I want more of these. What was I thinking about getting a variety?? I think there is an expression that goes something like "variety is the spice of life," or something to that effect.

I guess that could translate into what's going on in my life as well. The variety of moving to a new place, well new old to me, and starting over. It's an adventure, right? I need to keep reminding myself of that. I know I'll love picking new things out for our future home. I'll love sorting things out, and putting them where I want. I know all of us will love visiting new places and even some old ones a little more often.

An adventure.

A challenge

The spice of life!

Dear Charlie Sheen:

Get a freaking grip. Please for the love of God. For your innocent children. They do not deserve this behavior from their father. You are a crazy ass junky. You don't look well. You're not well. Have you looked in the mirror lately?? You look like death. You're knocking on death's door. Take an honest couple of weeks and get away from everyone, and sober up. Look at the mess you've created, and let someone help you. Actions have consequences. You've cost people their jobs. You've lost your kids. You've lost friends, family. What's next? You're life?

Step away from the internet! And the machetes. And the drugs.

You're NOT "winning" moron!

Drugs are bad kids, drugs are bad.

Strong Woman

The other day one of my best friends and I were talking, and she paid me the sweetest, nicest compliment. I can't even remember what it was we were talking about, but at the end of what ever our discussion/gab session/bitch fest was, she said I was the strongest person she knew.

Wow! It took me by surprise a little. Me? Really? I don't feel like I'm a very strong person. I try my best, but I feel like I fall short a lot, and in a lot of ways. I feel like I should be stronger. I think I should be able to do more. I should be able to do things perfectly and effortlessly. Somewhere, deep down, I know it's not possible.
Maybe I have a good suit of armor that portrays that on the outside to people...I wonder if I really make it look easier than it is? Because it's not easy. At all. There are so many times I feel like I'm going to crack from all the pressure. Especially lately. I do crumble. I do stumble. I do fall. But I have pick myself up and dust myself off, and start over.

It was the nicest compliment I think anyone, aside from hubby, has ever given me. I'm flattered anyone would say that to me. To me, I'm just living life, day to day, trying to get through all the little hurdles and challenges. I don't know any other way. I don't have a choice. This is my life. I have to live it, and I hope people can see I'm doing the best I can.