I was in Costco the other day when I overheard this lady telling her friend, who she had just met up with, that she was trying to get through two different people with carts who were blocking the way, so she said out loud to them "who's going to move first?" At this point I thought wow that was something to say. Then she proceeded to tell her friend that when neither moved she just rammed into both of them to get through and by the way was very proud of herself. I wish I had the courage to say something smart to her, but as I get older things don't come very quickly. Now my sister would have been able to come up with something witty right away.
This is when I started thinking when did Americans stop saying "excuse me". Hopefully she was Canadian right. I have actually noticed it ever since I've had kids that people don't care what you're carrying whether it's a car seat with a very heavy 20 lb child in it or two kids in your arms one on each side, which is quite a workout, they expect you to move out of their way. Sometimes I will be pushing my old school jogging stroller without a swivel wheel and they will just kind of give you the look like it is you moving not me as I awkwardly maneuver around them. I just love it when they sit there and stare at my kids with a move it or lose it look while my kids oblivious to what that person wants, all the while I'm thinking just say excuse me and they will move they do not understand why you are just standing there glaring at them. So I move my kids, giving a little attitude by saying "oh excuse us" much too sweetly while I hope they get the hint that they were the ones trying to get by so it was up to them to use their manners and politely ask us to move. How's that for a Thursday rant.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Whatever works right
Our kids loved the snow that we got Thanksgiving break. Of course when you can talk your dad into pulling you around with a lawnmower who wouldn't love it. I've never been too into the snow. Yes it is very pretty and I love waking up to it on Christmas, but that is about it. I hate driving in it. I did a 180 on the Badger when I was in college nearly going into the ditch and so it makes me very nervous to drive in. I can't stand it when the kids want to go play in it. As they get older it isn't too bad because then they can dress themselves, but the younger ones who can't dress themselves or figure out what to wear...It took us a little over a half an hour to get ready to go out on Thursday to play. Finding warm enough pants and shirts then getting the gloves and hats on. Let's see I think Diesel lasted 10 minutes and Hallie came in moments after him. I think Karlee lasted 20 minutes. Playing in the snow I think can be overrated. Unfortunately the younger kids can't figure that out until after we spend the whole day getting ready for it.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Happy
I don't mean to get too mushy on you here, but since Thanksgiving was just a few days ago I thought I should post about what I am thankful for. I am thankful that I am happy. I feel like things are going very well for me right now. Life is good. As I get older, I recognize more easily how truly blessed I am. At the end of the day, no matter how many "moments" we had that day, I can still focus on the good things that happen and they always bring a smile to my face. I have great kids who have taught me so much. They have taught me how to love unconditionally and how to forgive easily. They have taught me how to serve continuously and how to enjoy it and feel rewarded of it when the day is done. I love my family so much.
I hope you are happy too. Life is too short to focus on the negative things in life. It is so much easier to have good days if you are happy. It is a mental decision to be happy. You are in charge of how you feel nobody else. Yes they can push you one way or the other, but in the end it is you that decides, you decide your reactions to things and you that decides how quickly you want to forgive. I feel bad when I see these moms who are obviously not happy for whatever reason and I feel bad in a way because being happy comes so easily to me and always has no matter the situation. I feel like I am living the dream. Work is for the birds :) So don't wait until the end of the year for a resolution, start now. Change your life today. Be happy.
I hope you are happy too. Life is too short to focus on the negative things in life. It is so much easier to have good days if you are happy. It is a mental decision to be happy. You are in charge of how you feel nobody else. Yes they can push you one way or the other, but in the end it is you that decides, you decide your reactions to things and you that decides how quickly you want to forgive. I feel bad when I see these moms who are obviously not happy for whatever reason and I feel bad in a way because being happy comes so easily to me and always has no matter the situation. I feel like I am living the dream. Work is for the birds :) So don't wait until the end of the year for a resolution, start now. Change your life today. Be happy.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Great holiday decor
I have seen so many creative and amazing decorations lately on blogs that I thought I might share what is new in our home. Simply take any old sweatshirts, pants, shirts, towels or whatever is lying around and place near door. You don't have to fold it any special way just roll it up kind of and scoot as close to door as possible. This is Wynden's idea of how to block the wind from coming in under your doors. Pretty isn't it :)
Friday, November 19, 2010
May I please have a moment...
to vent about my husband :) I love him to death, but I get a little frustrated every time I look at online statements and realize that he has signed us up for some trial offer (either realizing it or not) and we have been charged for the last year or two months (depending on which time you want to talk about) because he never cancelled the trial offer or didn't realize that when he clicked that save $10 now button (too good to be true right) he just gave them our credit card number for them to charge us monthly on whatever service that they may be offering. I am still fuming about when he ordered off the Internet these fat burning pills (he'd kill me if he knew I was blogging this) with something in them from Brazil that he had seen on his mission and knew it was safe stuff or whatever and didn't realize that the one cent that they claim to charge for whatever purpose is just a way to get your credit card number because if you had read the fine print then you would have realized that the free trial offer wasn't, but instead a 14 day offer and if you didn't like them you have to send them back or else your credit card would be charged a HUGE amount of money. OK I feel a little better.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Clarification
A little birdie told me that there is confusion for some on how Diesel's accident actually happened with the fireplace. I placed the belt around his waist and he then left me to run around in crazy circles. For the record, I was not swinging him around in the air by the belt that was secured around his waste. This actually me laugh so thanks D for that. Hopefully with this explanation there will be no more calls to cps. Just kidding :)
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
A new freedom
As of last night, we finally moved Diesel out of his pack and play, which he's slept in since birth and into a normal crib. Hallie was in the crib when he was born and was not ready yet for a big girl bed. She joined Karlee about 9 months ago in her queen sized bed. Diesel was just starting to sleep a little better and I didn't want to ruin it and thought we'll make the move eventually and eventually turned into 9 months. Well the comfort level in the pack and play was getting smaller and smaller since he is growing like a weed. Last night he slept in the crib for the first time. He only cried for about an hour and a half before falling asleep. Now he is suppose to be taking a nap, but again he is going to have to cry himself to sleep. What do they say it takes like three days and then they are sleeping like a pro in no time. We can only hope.
What does this mean for me...the computer room (where his pack and play has been since he was about 2 months old) is now open for business 24 - 7. I could hardly play before because he naps twice a day and then when the kids are in bed for the night he was in here. It is almost a scary thing to be able to come in here anytime I want and waste hours upon hours on absolutely nothing, which let's just say I might have done before (that is why I know it is not safe for me to have facebook). And also online shopping...our mail lady was making fun of us stay at home moms and online shopping she was like what is the big deal about online shopping. I'm like let's see...you get a package in the mail, who doesn't love getting packages. Secondly you can shop freely without pushing a stroller and carrying the kid who is suppose to be riding in there, but wouldn't. Also according to Wynden I can spend the money he works so hard to make no matter where I am. Sounds like fun to me.
What does this mean for me...the computer room (where his pack and play has been since he was about 2 months old) is now open for business 24 - 7. I could hardly play before because he naps twice a day and then when the kids are in bed for the night he was in here. It is almost a scary thing to be able to come in here anytime I want and waste hours upon hours on absolutely nothing, which let's just say I might have done before (that is why I know it is not safe for me to have facebook). And also online shopping...our mail lady was making fun of us stay at home moms and online shopping she was like what is the big deal about online shopping. I'm like let's see...you get a package in the mail, who doesn't love getting packages. Secondly you can shop freely without pushing a stroller and carrying the kid who is suppose to be riding in there, but wouldn't. Also according to Wynden I can spend the money he works so hard to make no matter where I am. Sounds like fun to me.
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