OLDER...

You know you must be getting oldER when you enjoy canning...anything that will store for the winter. We have an abundant garden this year. Tons o' cucumbers. So I decided not to waste, but to make pickles and oh how the vinegar stunk up the house. It drove the kids away, which was excellent so I could turn up my random mix (including the High School Muscial soundtrack)on my ipod and figure out how to preserve these cucumbers. What a successs, 25 jars of pickles later. I am so proud of them that I put them up on the top of my cabinets in the kitchen for a lovely display of my new-found homemaking skill. The next night was strawberry jam and the fine jars are displayed on the other bank of kitchen cabinets. Tonight it's homemade salsa, which is boiling away even as I write. Wow, I must be getting oldER, not OLD, but old enough to actually enjoy canning on my used-to-be night out on the town Friday night. Things have changed when I can be thrilled about such things!

Facebook Frenzy

When I'm on Facebook and I find this to be rather random, I tend to look in the background of my friend's photos. I don't know if this is a fault or not, but I want to know what kind of house they live in, how is it decorated, is the house messy like mine and all other small details of people's lives. Facebook is an interesting phenomonon. It almost seems like some friends are really over the top sometimes. "Look at my awesome pictures of the circus-themed, 4-year-old birthday bash that the whole neighborhood came to and I have these sweet pictures of all the things that I did to create this beautiful event that turned out flawlessly and made my baby so happy today." And then the influx of all the comments come in. "You are the best mom for creating such a spectactular party for you kid, etc, etc. Now I know I am exaggerating here a bit. But come on, be real. Some people just take things a little to far. (Not everyone is like that by the way). It's just all kind of funny to me. I also feel like so many people are wasting time playing games and taking unimportant quizzes. Are we all really that bored? Diversion I suppose. Away from the dishes, screaming babies, kids fighting, ants crawling in the kitchen, laundary, husband wanting dinner...The work part of life.

Hair flowers...Yikes!

What is the deal with these gigantic flowers that people are putting on their newborn baby girls? The flowers I have seen lately for photo-ops are bigger than the baby's head. Are moms trying to outdo each other by trying to see who can get the biggest flower? What ever happened to the tiny bow with the corn syrup? That's what my baby wore. And the headbands are getting thicker and thicker. I personally think the smaller the better, like the silky bands that are 1.99 on the endcap at Walmart. Pretty soon we see not just the giant flower, but the plant that goes with it. "Oh look at your newborn baby, how cute. Where did you get that flowering cactus plant bow? That is sooo cute!" Too bad the baby has no say in all this.

I got stuck!

I am the mom of all moms. Super, duper mom. You don't even know me, I am somewhat of a stranger here. But really, you should have seen me at the grocery store when I got my dang car cart stuck in the bathroom! I have my 3-year-old who won't go to the store without one of those littletike look-a-likes car grocery cart. These things are so crazy dirty, it makes me nervous. I need a canister of wipes to clean it off. So I have my 3 year old with me and my infant. She's 12 months, but small. She's still in her infant seat probably until she's like 2 because she only weighs 17 lbs. Out of conveniece, poor baby just stays in the infant carrier when I'm grocery shopping. At least she can see my face. So, I'm forced to drink as much water as possible due to kidney stone scares. So I get to the store and I have to pee real bad. I don't want to leave my two babies in the cart alone outside the bathroom at the store so I wegde the dang cart into the small bathroom. I swear it took up the whole thing. Too bad someone came in while I was in the stall to use the bathroom and my car cart was in the way; they had to leave. Sorry, I'm a mom. K, so as I was leaving the bathroom I tried to push the cart out, but the thing is so long it gets stuck between the doorway and the wall outside of the bathroom! I'm pretty sure to get it out of there I made some dents/marks on the wall trying to manuver my way out! I started the hot sweats, mostly from embarrasment, then I thought, this is hilirious. I just love it! Run from me, I can't steer the thing due to crappy wheels, of which the front ones don't even touch the ground. The crazy things we do for our kids.