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Is It Just Me?

When I was younger and had bad dreams, I used to try to envision a jukebox full of all of my good dreams and memories.

In my mind I’d run the jukebox arm across the records (yes, they were records at that point!) looking for that perfect dream to “play” instead of the bad one I’d woken up to. They’d all pop up one at a time and show me a snippet of something I might be interested in. When I found the right one, I’d just relax into it.

I honestly don’t remember if someone put this image into my mind to help me out at night…it’s hard for me to imagine that I came up with it by myself!

So, how the heck do I pass that along to my kids? Do they even have jukeboxes anymore??

Is It Just Me?

I read a lot. Well, let’s clarify that – I read as much as I can…which was a lot more before kids, but I still get a book in here and there now.

I’ve recently realized that I tend to “take on” the mood of where I’ve left off in the book. It’s only for a split second, but it’s there. For example, if I leave the book in a spot where the main character is in a snit, I’ll be snippy … until I realize “Hey! That’s not MY mood!” Seriously, it’s only for a few seconds with the first person I come across, but it happens. (Sorry, Mike!)

I suppose the same thing happens if I leave off when the main character is in a wonderful mood – but I don’t notice that as much, and don’t mind if I keep it πŸ™‚

Is It Just Me?

A few weeks ago, I mentioned my massage chair in a post. (The kids love pushing the button…the vibrarions make them giggle!)

The truth is, I have a love/hate relationship with this chair. I love it because it makes sitting on my bed to read or to type on my laptop a lot more comfortable. It provides all the right support for my back and my neck. And I love the arm rests. (NEVER put a drink in the cup-holder though – that’s just a disaster waiting to happen. What were they thinking?? LOL!)

I hate the chairΒ  because I really want to use the massage part of it but I can’t. Every time I sit in it I think “ooh, that would feel sooooo good on my tired back right now!”

So I push the button and can stand about 10 seconds before my ears start to ring and my head starts to hurt from the vibrations. Seriously. TEN seconds! It’s so unfair.

Is It Just Me?

Long trips make me munchy.

There’s something about sitting in a car (or a plane, I guess) that makes me feel like I need to be snacking. And not on the good-for-you stuff…just the good ‘ol junk food stuff.

I was driving from Vermont on Sunday and started to get sleepy…and munchy. The only thing I could find in the car that I could reach was Gold Fish. (Which I actually really like – but they seem more good-for-you than junky πŸ˜‰ ) As soon as I started munching, my eyes popped right open. So I guess the munchy thing is for a good reason.

I also started thinking about it…I pack snacks for the kids when we go on long car rides. It just makes sense – it keeps them occupied: keeps their mouths too busy toΒ  yell, keeps their hands too busy to smack each other, makes the time pass.

I also remember my mom packing snacks for us. So…I guess it’s imprinted on us at an early age that long car trips mean snacking πŸ™‚

Is It Just Me?

Am I the only one who thinks that the “bottom of the bottle” just doesn’t work as well as when you opened it brand new?

For example, I swear that the new bottle of shampoo works MUCH better than the dregs of that old bottle (even when it’s the same exact brand…so it’s not that my hair got “used” to it…) Same goes for the dregs of deodorant. And facial cream.

Oh. And while we’re on the topic of “getting used to it” … does that happen to you too? If I use the same shampoo too many times in a row, my hair definitely says “Enough already! I need variety or I’m going to lie FLAT!!” Ya. Same goes with the deodorant…if I don’t switch it up regualrly, my pits “get used to it” and decide that it’s not going to work any more. Lovely.

You should see my bathroom – all sorts of different types of shampoos and deodorant and girly stuff πŸ™‚

Is It Just Me?

When making a drink from a mix (as opposed to a mixed drink…), I have to put the powder in the cup before the liquid. So, the iced tea mix goes in before the ice or the water. And the Coffee Mate and sugar go in before the coffee. In my head, this makes sense because then things start getting mixed while you’re pouring in the liquid. It also means that you (usually) don’t get globs of the mix (or whatever) on your spoon handle while mixing.

There’s more. If I go back for a refill, I have to use a fresh spoon each time. I know. I can’t STAND having the mix stick to the “old” water (or coffee or whatever) on the spoon. And the little drops/globs left in the mix from that wet spoon creep me out. I know.

I used to have to use a fresh cup each time…but I’ve forced myself to stop that. Baby steps…

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Is It Just Me?

It’s no secret that I’m, ah, a bit bigger now after having 3 kids. Needless to say, I now need to shop from the larger size racks at departments stores. Not really a big deal…but has anyone else noticed that the larger the shirt size is, the more garish the material?? Ya. Cuz I want to ADVERTISE that I’m bigger now. In big, bold (usually ugly) patterns. Thanks.

The only other option on the racks? White. Are you kidding me? Did you not read my How To Wear White memo..? Ya. Thanks again.

Is It Just Me?

I recently had this conversation with myself. (Don’t worry, it was all in my head.)

Me: I wonder why so-and-so hasn’t come over in a while.

Self: Have you invited so-and-so over lately?

Me: No, but they should know that it’s always an open invite to our house.

Self: Have you been there lately?

Me: No.

Self: Why not?

Me: I haven’t been invited.

ohhhhhhh.

Is It Just My House?

I finally drifted off last night around midnight. Not great when I had struggled with a migraine all day, but at least I was sleeping!

And then, I was abruptly woken by a very high-pitched “BEEP!”

Quick check of the clock (1am), it’s not beeping. Quick check of my phone, it’s not beeping. Quick check of Mike’s phone, computer, anything on his dresser. Nope. Nope. Nope.

Okay – I hear it again – it’s out in the hall! Oh, there’s a smoke detector out there on the bookshelf, it must be running out of batteries. DAMN I hope this doesn’t wake the kids up!! (Side note: Mike’s still snoring…so he’s all good.)

I stand at the smoke detector waiting for the beep. “BEEP!” – not this one. It’s coming from downstairs.

Keep in mind that it’s *1 AM* here…I have major migraine meds in my system…and there’s a very high-pitched beep coming every 20 seconds or so that I cannot locate. What is it about that pitch??

I go grab that special battery smoke detectors (and nothing else) seem to need and the step ladder, and hunt for the damn beep. I stand under the one down in the hall. “BEEP!” Nope. Not this one. *sigh* But I’m closer!

Oh…there’s a carbon monoxide detector on the wall in the living room. I’ll stand there. “BEEP!” THAT’S IT!!! I open the battery compartment…CRAP! It takes AA batteries, not this stupid square one. Go rummage for those…please oh please oh please…woo hoo! There they are. Now where the heck did I put the cover? Okay, there it is…almost under the couch. How did THAT happen? All set.

As I’m walking up the stairs, it occurs to me that these things *never* run out of batteries during the day. Or when your head isn’t already splitting. Why is that??

I finally get my head down on the pillow for some much needed sleep (1:26am).Β  …is that Burke I hear? *sigh*

Is It Just Me?

So, the other day I’m cruising through my day and all of a sudden I stop cold. Did I brush my teeth today?? I honestly don’t recall doing it. Quick slide of the tongue over the teeth…they feel pretty smooth and squeaky clean…at least, no different than normal after the usual cup of coffee or two…but that may be due to our new kick-butt toothpaste. DAMN! I really can’t remember!

There would be, of course, an easy solution to this…just brush ’em again, but that’s not the point. What if I really didn’t?? How many people had I “close talked” with?? Was I all stanky and yellow? ACK!! Who the heck can’t remember if they haven’t brushed their teeth?

…and then I realize that I’m lucky if I remember to change out of my PJs and brush my hair. Oh crap. Did I?