Sweater and 3 lip glosses from Victoria's Secret.
Sweater - $58
Lip Gloss - $7 each
Total - $79 plus tax and shipping
What?
Here's the fun part!
Sweater - On SALE for $39
Lip Gloss - Free with sweater purchase
Sale - 25% off one item for the day
Gift Card - Balance of $28 and change
Total paid - $10.51 including tax and shipping!!
Who doesn't love a bargain, especially when it's something ou really want!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
What a Morning!
So, I've gotten in the (wonderful) habit of going back to bed for a little bit after the kids get on the bus. Why? Because I can, so there.
MG was supposed to have a field trip today to the Outdoor Learning Center. Well, it was cold and really rainy when we got up and an e-mail from her teacher said they were most likely going to cancel it. Which was good because I hadn't made her sack lunch and probably wouldn't have time!
This morning was no exception to the morning nap. And I had a headache, so I had a good excuse. I'd been laying there for a few minutes when I hear my phone buzzing from under something. I dig for it and see it's from the school. Really? I knew they were calling to tell me it the field trip was still on.
And it was her teacher. No way! It's too gross out and the kids wouldn't have any fun slogging through the cold, wet day. But, alas, it was still on and MG had no lunch!
So, at 7:51, I jump out of bed and 20 minutes later I am ready to leave the house - dressed, enough makeup to not look terrible, enough hair done to not look terrible, and a sack lunch. I run up, brush my teeth and grab my shoes. As I'm running down the stairs to get out the door so my baby doesn't starve to death (because you know they will if they don't eat every half second), the phone rings again.
Guess what? It's the teacher, and the field trip had just been canceled.
MG was supposed to have a field trip today to the Outdoor Learning Center. Well, it was cold and really rainy when we got up and an e-mail from her teacher said they were most likely going to cancel it. Which was good because I hadn't made her sack lunch and probably wouldn't have time!
This morning was no exception to the morning nap. And I had a headache, so I had a good excuse. I'd been laying there for a few minutes when I hear my phone buzzing from under something. I dig for it and see it's from the school. Really? I knew they were calling to tell me it the field trip was still on.
And it was her teacher. No way! It's too gross out and the kids wouldn't have any fun slogging through the cold, wet day. But, alas, it was still on and MG had no lunch!
So, at 7:51, I jump out of bed and 20 minutes later I am ready to leave the house - dressed, enough makeup to not look terrible, enough hair done to not look terrible, and a sack lunch. I run up, brush my teeth and grab my shoes. As I'm running down the stairs to get out the door so my baby doesn't starve to death (because you know they will if they don't eat every half second), the phone rings again.
Guess what? It's the teacher, and the field trip had just been canceled.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
A Sad Goodbye
I said goodbye to someone yesterday.
Someone I shouldn't have had to say goodbye to.
Oh, I've said goodbye to this person before. I mean, everybody says goodbye to everyone they know all the time. After church goodbye, after dinner goodbye, after vacation goodbye. Quite common.
No, this goodbye was different.
It was one of those goodbye's that is said with a sense of deep sadness and a heavy heart. A goodbye that people tried to stop, but couldn't. A goodbye that was prayed to please not have happen, but did. A goodbye that was wrong and horrid and awkward and sad and crazy.
There was not one shred of anything remotely un-sad in this goodbye. The worst goodbye you could imagine aside from the goodbye that comes with a death.
Although, in a sense, this goodbye did come with a death.
A sad goodbye.
Someone I shouldn't have had to say goodbye to.
Oh, I've said goodbye to this person before. I mean, everybody says goodbye to everyone they know all the time. After church goodbye, after dinner goodbye, after vacation goodbye. Quite common.
No, this goodbye was different.
It was one of those goodbye's that is said with a sense of deep sadness and a heavy heart. A goodbye that people tried to stop, but couldn't. A goodbye that was prayed to please not have happen, but did. A goodbye that was wrong and horrid and awkward and sad and crazy.
There was not one shred of anything remotely un-sad in this goodbye. The worst goodbye you could imagine aside from the goodbye that comes with a death.
Although, in a sense, this goodbye did come with a death.
A sad goodbye.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Flying Monkey
This is so funny.
So, because it's been raining and the yard and driveway are like a swamp, the kids have been going through the garage in the mornings. You know, less distance to run to the bus in the rain.
This morning, they went into the garage before me and I stood just inside the laundry room. (No shoes. :)) I turned to open the garage door, and I hear a noise. I look over and MB had, for some reason, decided that grabbing onto the bottom of the garage door would be ok, but letting go wouldn't. So there he is, gripping the door and getting higher into the air. His little legs were dangling and he and his sister were both having a meltdown. I couldn't get over there fast enough (again, no shoes and the garage is a work zone right now), so she grabs him and pulls him down.
Of course, he hurt his fingers, and was hiding from me the rest of the morning. Probably because he was so embarrassed for having done something so ridiculous! Yes, I scolded him, but haven't really stopped laughing at the picture of him going up into the air as he hung on for dear life. To have had a camera!
So, because it's been raining and the yard and driveway are like a swamp, the kids have been going through the garage in the mornings. You know, less distance to run to the bus in the rain.
This morning, they went into the garage before me and I stood just inside the laundry room. (No shoes. :)) I turned to open the garage door, and I hear a noise. I look over and MB had, for some reason, decided that grabbing onto the bottom of the garage door would be ok, but letting go wouldn't. So there he is, gripping the door and getting higher into the air. His little legs were dangling and he and his sister were both having a meltdown. I couldn't get over there fast enough (again, no shoes and the garage is a work zone right now), so she grabs him and pulls him down.
Of course, he hurt his fingers, and was hiding from me the rest of the morning. Probably because he was so embarrassed for having done something so ridiculous! Yes, I scolded him, but haven't really stopped laughing at the picture of him going up into the air as he hung on for dear life. To have had a camera!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Isms 4
Today, MB was going potty and singing quite loudly. I asked him if he was done.
"I'm off the toilet. Oh, and singing is good for your brain."
Completely random as he gets ready to brush his teeth (and after a rare 10 seconds of silence).
"Oh, and some people are aliens."
(Pause)
"Because, um, if they're going to save people, they have to be aliens."
He's also been on this thing lately where he is a snow leopard.
"Did you know that snow leopards sit like this?" (Sits) "Like criss-cross-applesauce with their hands down."
"I'm off the toilet. Oh, and singing is good for your brain."
Completely random as he gets ready to brush his teeth (and after a rare 10 seconds of silence).
"Oh, and some people are aliens."
(Pause)
"Because, um, if they're going to save people, they have to be aliens."
He's also been on this thing lately where he is a snow leopard.
"Did you know that snow leopards sit like this?" (Sits) "Like criss-cross-applesauce with their hands down."
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I Have To Ask...
WTF?
I know, I'm not supposed to quasi-say words like that. But I can't help it. Why?
FAMILIES are being attacked.
Right now, FOUR families/marriages of people I know - whether close friends or acquaintances - are being torn apart. How many others that I don't know about?
That's four couples who are now contemplating or going through with a divorce. Some of them have children, who are now faced with the prospect of mom and dad not being together any more.
So, yes, I think I'm right in saying WTF.
Having been through this, I know first hand the effects of a broken family. And now my heart breaks for these four families. My only response is to 1) let them know I care and am here if they need me and 2) CRY OUT to God.
There is a war going on, and it's time that we stepped up and fought it.
I know, I'm not supposed to quasi-say words like that. But I can't help it. Why?
FAMILIES are being attacked.
Right now, FOUR families/marriages of people I know - whether close friends or acquaintances - are being torn apart. How many others that I don't know about?
That's four couples who are now contemplating or going through with a divorce. Some of them have children, who are now faced with the prospect of mom and dad not being together any more.
So, yes, I think I'm right in saying WTF.
Having been through this, I know first hand the effects of a broken family. And now my heart breaks for these four families. My only response is to 1) let them know I care and am here if they need me and 2) CRY OUT to God.
There is a war going on, and it's time that we stepped up and fought it.
Isms 3
Yesterday was a holiday for the kids.
Bapa (to MB), "You didn't go to school today, so you're brain shrunk. It's probably the size of my thumb now."
MB, "No, Bapa! If it was that small it would fall down your throat."
Bapa (to MB), "You didn't go to school today, so you're brain shrunk. It's probably the size of my thumb now."
MB, "No, Bapa! If it was that small it would fall down your throat."
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Not Again!
Today I had a job interview. YAY! I hope I get it. It would be at the best place ever!
Anyway, that is not what today's blog is about. When I got out of the interview, my phone was buzzing and I missed a second phone call. It was from the house, the first phone call having been from the school. The voice mail said that MB had decided to throw up in his class.
Awesome. At least it wasn't on my floor this time.
We are going to have some mommy/son time tomorrow.
Anyway, that is not what today's blog is about. When I got out of the interview, my phone was buzzing and I missed a second phone call. It was from the house, the first phone call having been from the school. The voice mail said that MB had decided to throw up in his class.
Awesome. At least it wasn't on my floor this time.
We are going to have some mommy/son time tomorrow.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
More Isms
Mommy, "Bud, will you go outside real quick and see if you need your little jackets this morning?"
A few seconds later when MB comes back in..
"No, it's not cold. It just smells, like an old man."
Uh-Huh.
"Well, no, it smells like a jungle that is broken and all the animals are gone."
Mommy and MG, "Huh?" (As MG giggles.)
"We don't need our jackets. It's just really, really disgusting, like a skunk."
And proceed to MB and MG going on about skunk scenarios.
A few seconds later when MB comes back in..
"No, it's not cold. It just smells, like an old man."
Uh-Huh.
"Well, no, it smells like a jungle that is broken and all the animals are gone."
Mommy and MG, "Huh?" (As MG giggles.)
"We don't need our jackets. It's just really, really disgusting, like a skunk."
And proceed to MB and MG going on about skunk scenarios.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Isms
MB is funny.
When telling me that his sister wasn't doing what she was supposed to, he told her what to do. Well, almost.
"Well, I didn't really say it to her. I just said it through my mind."
He also doesn't read out loud. He is "reading through my mind."
When playing with' a Chick-Fil-A cow Pez dispenser, he was (what I call) 'moo-singing". It went something like this:
MB "Moomoo-moo [in a song]. Mommy, do cows sing? I think cows sing."
Mommy "Ok then."
MB (after more mooing), "Well, cows just moo. How can they sing if they just moo?"
Bathtime is fun because the water is always too hot. Then too cold.
Mommy "Is the water good?"
MB, "Too hot!" (In a whiny voice.)
Repeat 4 or 5 times.
MB, "The water is stuck together water."
Mommy, "Stuck together?"
MB, "Yep, it's not cold and it's not hot. It's when the cold water makes the hot water colder. It's stuck together."
Mommy, "So the water is warm now?"
MB, "Yep."
I'm sure there will be more!
When telling me that his sister wasn't doing what she was supposed to, he told her what to do. Well, almost.
"Well, I didn't really say it to her. I just said it through my mind."
He also doesn't read out loud. He is "reading through my mind."
When playing with' a Chick-Fil-A cow Pez dispenser, he was (what I call) 'moo-singing". It went something like this:
MB "Moomoo-moo [in a song]. Mommy, do cows sing? I think cows sing."
Mommy "Ok then."
MB (after more mooing), "Well, cows just moo. How can they sing if they just moo?"
Bathtime is fun because the water is always too hot. Then too cold.
Mommy "Is the water good?"
MB, "Too hot!" (In a whiny voice.)
Repeat 4 or 5 times.
MB, "The water is stuck together water."
Mommy, "Stuck together?"
MB, "Yep, it's not cold and it's not hot. It's when the cold water makes the hot water colder. It's stuck together."
Mommy, "So the water is warm now?"
MB, "Yep."
I'm sure there will be more!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Prayer...
I was woken up this morning and told something awful. I immediately fell to my knees to pray, but when I got there I realized I didn't know how. I'm sure everyone needs to pray for something sometimes, but there are no words. How do you pray? What are you supposed to pray for? What words do you use?
Romans 8:26-27 says "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will."
This is one of those times when all I can do is ask the Holy Spirit to intercede. As a human, we want to be in control, and so asking someone else - even the Spirit! - to pray for us takes some of that away. BUT, HE knows our hearts better than we do, and the prayers that HE hears aren't words, but our hearts.
Romans 8:26-27 says "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will."
This is one of those times when all I can do is ask the Holy Spirit to intercede. As a human, we want to be in control, and so asking someone else - even the Spirit! - to pray for us takes some of that away. BUT, HE knows our hearts better than we do, and the prayers that HE hears aren't words, but our hearts.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Fight!
Yesterday, my phone rang. It was the principal from the kids' school.
I thought it was MG, but she's been quite good so far this year. It was not her, but MB.
First thing out of my mouth, "What did he do?"
The principal assured me that he wasn't in trouble. She just needed to make me aware of an 'altercation' that had taken place in which another little boy had decided (for reasons still totally unknown) to walk up to MB in the hall and start hitting him. One of the shots landed just under his eye.
To MB's credit, she said
NEWS FLASH:
We interrupt the regularly scheduled blog to bring you this tidbit.
As I was writing this, MB (who didn't feel well when he came home) came running into my room and said he just puked on the floor (he had been in the office). He then proceeded to throw up on my floor. And as I tried to run him into the bathroom, where the door was shut because MG was in the shower, and he projectiled through my fingers on to the door and all over the floor. His jammy shirt was covered in it, as well. I think a little bit made it into the toilet.
Ah, the joys of motherhood. What a wonderful end to a (sarcastic) wonderful week.
I thought it was MG, but she's been quite good so far this year. It was not her, but MB.
First thing out of my mouth, "What did he do?"
The principal assured me that he wasn't in trouble. She just needed to make me aware of an 'altercation' that had taken place in which another little boy had decided (for reasons still totally unknown) to walk up to MB in the hall and start hitting him. One of the shots landed just under his eye.
To MB's credit, she said
NEWS FLASH:
We interrupt the regularly scheduled blog to bring you this tidbit.
As I was writing this, MB (who didn't feel well when he came home) came running into my room and said he just puked on the floor (he had been in the office). He then proceeded to throw up on my floor. And as I tried to run him into the bathroom, where the door was shut because MG was in the shower, and he projectiled through my fingers on to the door and all over the floor. His jammy shirt was covered in it, as well. I think a little bit made it into the toilet.
Ah, the joys of motherhood. What a wonderful end to a (sarcastic) wonderful week.
Glass
Glass
Written by Gavin DeGraw
From the album 'Free'
Fool you made the girl fall in love
You said those beautiful things
She thought you spoke things you mean
Caress her skin like it's glass
She hears your voice making plans
And she just breaks in your hands
You don't wanna see somebody beg
As you feel her heart surrender you begin to fall
How do you say that something's through
When it never even started, at least not for you
She's dreaming back on the past
Every opinion agreed
Doesn't know what to believe
It must have been for a cause
Our lives have so many doors
Don't think about him anymore
But it was the kiss, it took me away
It's like he knew that I am fragile
He handled me like glass
And knowing this I know that he'll get his
But I don't want the man to suffer
Not the way I am
'Cause deep down I know that he's glass too
And it really doesn't matter until it's happenin' to you
Everybody breaks, everybody breaks sometimes, sometimes
Written by Gavin DeGraw
From the album 'Free'
Fool you made the girl fall in love
You said those beautiful things
She thought you spoke things you mean
Caress her skin like it's glass
She hears your voice making plans
And she just breaks in your hands
You don't wanna see somebody beg
As you feel her heart surrender you begin to fall
How do you say that something's through
When it never even started, at least not for you
She's dreaming back on the past
Every opinion agreed
Doesn't know what to believe
It must have been for a cause
Our lives have so many doors
Don't think about him anymore
But it was the kiss, it took me away
It's like he knew that I am fragile
He handled me like glass
And knowing this I know that he'll get his
But I don't want the man to suffer
Not the way I am
'Cause deep down I know that he's glass too
And it really doesn't matter until it's happenin' to you
Everybody breaks, everybody breaks sometimes, sometimes
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