So much to say, so little time

Or such a bad memory. All day I will be attending to my regular life, and a thought will pop into my head. And I will think, "I should blog about that!" Then when all is quiet in my house and I actually have a free moment to sit down and write something, everything thoughtful and witty has exited my head. Right now all I can think of is "I have a headache, so I should go to bed soon."

With posts like this, I will be surprised if anyone continues to visit!

I will never understand men

You would think after being married for 9 years (and it feels more like 50) that I would start to understand men. My husband can be such a typical man sometimes. He loves toys and gadgets and cars, and drools over these things leaving a puddle wherever we go.

So we have gotten some unexpected money from Jared's work recently, and of course he is looking for ways to spend it on something cool and fun. I have already said no to a 4 wheeler (we don't have anywhere to ride it, and using it 4 times a year would not be a good choice). Off we went today to "just look around" at stuff. We threw around the idea of getting the kids a new swingset for the backyard, but I can't seem to get over the idea of spending $1000 on playground equipment. We went to the dreaded Best Buy, where the floor is permanently wet with man drool. Jared finds a TV that he loves, of course, there is only one and it is the floor model. But we would get an extra 10% discount! I could feel Jared giving me the puppy dog eyes of "I know we said we were just looking, but can't we take this home right now? Please?" I did not give him eye contact, knowing too well what was going on. I told him let's think about it and look around the rest of the store. What does he do? He pouts for the rest of the time in the store!!!!! When I called him on it, he said that he wasn't pouting, he was thinking. Um, I know the thinking look. That one looks like he is constipated.

Ever since we have gotten home, he has been a real crab!! I never said we weren't buying anything cool or fun, but I just don't want to make such a large purchase without really thinking about it. There is so much to think about when it comes to TV's, especially flat screens. We would have to get some kind of new entertainment cabinet to put the cable box, DVD player, Wii, and stuff like that. If we wanted it wall mounted, then we would have to pay Best Buy $500 to mount it. All these things really add up. I am just trying to be the rational, levelheaded one. Trust me, it isn't always fun to play that role in the relationship, but this is the reason we are where we are financially.

Sorry that turned into a bit of a rant, but I don't think I am being unreasonable by thinking about a big money purchase. Plus he agreed to it before we even went to the store!! Men!!! Or at least, My Husband!!!

Confessional, Part 1

So I have a few confessions to make....

• One of my favorite songs at the moment is by Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana. Yes, I am that pitiful. Bailey loves that show, and I actually don't mind it too much.
• Speaking of songs, today I downloaded an American Idol song. Really. I loved David Cook's version of Billie Jean that he played on Tuesday, so I coughed up 99 cents so I can listen to it forever, even if David Cook ends up like many Idol hopefuls in the past.
• I ate McDonalds twice today. It was my secret lunch (I threw away all the trash outside) and Jared wanted to have it tonight, but I couldn't say no. I will admit that right now I am sick of McDonalds and hope I feel this way for awhile.
• In the next 2 years I would really like to have another baby and be done. But I only want a girl. I can't even imagine having a boy. There aren't any boy names I like. None. I am already forming a list of girl names in my head. I even have a theme that goes on with my kids' names!
• I hate having to socialize in big groups of people. Even with people whom I know well this is hard. So for me, going to parties or big group activities is hard. Jared thinks I am weird because of this.

That's all I have for now. I am sure I will think of more confessions, and they will be equally as shocking.

Waiting....

for the world to change. Actually I am waiting for the heater repair guy to call. Not to fix my heater, thank goodness. I have to go open my in law's house to let the heater guy in. I really don't mind doing this for them. I didn't have any big exciting plans for the day anyway, so I can stand to be helpful. My in laws are back in the states after going to New Zealand for 3 weeks. By the time they get home they will have missed almost the whole month of March. A vacation that long seems too long to me. When they get home, being home will feel like a vacation!

Do you think I will get a call from the heater repair guy closer to 8 or closer to 12?

Crocs? I don't get it.

I just can't understand the facination with Crocs. Not the animals, of course, the footwear. Now I have no problem with kids wearing them, especially little ones since they actually look cute with them on. Bailey even has a pair, but that is because kids at school have them. Peer pressure already in the first grade! Anyway, what I just can't understand is why grown adults want to wear them. I have tried them on, thinking they must be the most comfortable shoes ever, but they weren't comfy to me. I would think that plastic shoes would make your feet sweat. I remember back in the day I would wear Gellies, since they were the cool shoes at the time, and my feet would sweat so bad! But Gellies were sort of cute at the time, and I don't know if Crocs have ever been classified as cute.

What is even worse than adult women wearing them is adult men. Why a man would ever wear these ugly shoes are beyond me. Luckily for me, my husband wouldn't be caught dead in them.

If someone knows the secret to why people wear Crocs, please let me know.

Sick sucks!

I hate being sick, but even more than that, I hate for my kids to be sick. I would rather take their pain upon myself. Seeing my pitiful 1 year old is so sad to me! She has already fallen asleep quite a few times today, reminding me of the newborn days. Last night I was up with her quite a few times, holding her head over the toilet. The poor thing just looks so sad and confused about why her body is doing this to her! When my 7 year old was little, every illness made me sick to see him that way. But with my little Mackenzie, I am better equipped to handle illness. Even now puking doesn't bother me quite so much. Growing up I was torn about ever having kids because I knew I would have to clean up vomit, which was not appealing to me. Once my sister, who got migraines frequently, threw up while I was in charge and I ended up calling the neighbor to help me clean it up because I couldn't. So I am quite proud of my ability to handle puke!

Sorry to those reading who have a weak stomach!

Happy Easter?

I love Easter. Spring is here, and I love thinking of how everything is new again, just like Christ and the ressurection. Today, however, does not feel like Easter. For one, I awoke and it was snowing outside. That would be fine if I lived in the tundra, but I don't. Plus I hate snow. Then my angel one year old decided puking is a good thing to do after eating candy. Since she was sick yesterday afternoon, we have a feeling that she has the 24 hour stomach bug that the rest of us have already passed around. So the Easter dress that I spent days trying to find will go unworn until next Sunday. Well, maybe next Sunday it will be 70 degrees and she won't even have to wear the sweater I searched all over for! Because she is sick, I am not going to church. I don't know if I have ever missed church on Easter. I go to church every Sunday so I guess it isn't a big deal, but just the same, going to church as a family is an Easter tradition in my mind.

I hope the bunny is doing well, though. He was very kind to my children this year! Spoiled them, actually.

Now I am like everyone else!

So I have been tossing around the idea of starting a blog, but I hate to do things just because "everyone else is doing it". I like to go against the grain, you know. Plus, what if people read it and figure out how weird I am? What if no one reads it and I am just talking to myself AGAIN? I guess I just wanted a place to write down all of the random thoughts I have. I do feel a little pressure to be intelligent and witty, because who wants to read a blog that is bland and boring?

I bet you didn't know that I wrote in a journal every day for more than two years when I was in college. Hopefully I can be sort of committed to keeping this up to date! Unlike some other slacker bloggers!