Friday-ish Confessional

It's the Friday Confessional!..... just a day late.  Sorry, I've been busy.

I Confess: My creativeness has been out-of-control lately.  For normal people that would be a good thing, but I get all OCD and can't concentrate on anything else.... like, oh maybe dressing and feeding my children.  My mom called me yesterday and gave me the heads up that it was 1:00 pm, we were all still in pajamas and no one had eaten lunch.  Thankfully she brought McDonald's and broke me out of my zone.  Thanks mom.

I Confess: This gd patio set is still not finished.  I worked on it allll dayyyyy on Thursday and I finished.... the table.  That's it.  Lowe's is out of my paint color- grrrr, and it takes f o r e v e r to paint.  It looks so pretty though, I can't wait for everyone to tell me how cool I am when I post the pictures, because that will totally happen.

I Confess:  I didn't do the link-up with Mamarazzi like I usually do on the Friday Confessional because she got all weird on me last week telling me how I needed an email address and how it would make my blog so much better.  Um, I don't care what you think I need.  I blog because I like it, I'm not a professional.  But anyone out there reading can feel free to send me money.  I'm totally cool with that.

I Confess:  I've had a stressful week and haven't been eating much and today my shorts felt too big.  YES!!!!!!  Bring on the stress!!!  Is this how eating disorders start?  I sure hope not.

Okay people, last week I asked you to leave your confessions in the comments section and you didn't... except for Dottie who failed miserably when she went for her Caribou Coffee.  Stay strong, Dottie!  It feels so good to confess something, you don't have to be in church to do it and no one knows who you are, the internets is magic like that! 

Kthanksbye.

Friday Confessional

It's Friday Confessional time!  I can't think of much off the top of my head, but I'll give it a shot...

I Confess: Last night I got to hold our neighbors nine week old little baby boy for the first time and I didn't get baby fever.  What a strange feeling.  Is this what it means to know when "you're done"?  I mean, I would like to have another baby (cough-boy-cough) but I don't really want to do the whole baby thing again.  I like sleeping too much.

I Confess: I've been SUPER crafty lately (mostly in my head, not actually doing things that are crafty) and yesterday I actually started a project!  My mom recently found a wrought iron table and set of four chairs at a yard sale for $15 (!!!!) but it's that hunter green eew gross color.  I figured I would paint it black but then I saw this on one of my favorite blogs and decided to go for something different.  I'll post pictures as soon as it's done.

I Confess: I went to Jeni's twice in two days this week.  This is not helping my dreams of losing weight.  Notice I called it a dream, I'm not really doing anything about it, so it would be considered a dream.  I am getting no-fat/no-whip lattes at Starbucks.  I suppose that counts for something.

I Confess: The Jeni's website is in my favorites bar.  I suck.

Now what do you have to confess?  Leave it in the comments please!  Kthanksbye.

Typical

Today I was walking out of class and saw two men, both wearing a speedo, both on stilts, with hula hoops.  I wasn't brave fast enough to take a picture, but I think this about sums it up...

The guy on the right was bald.  This may or may not be important to you.

J Eats Crabs... And Other Stuff About Vacation

This is the official Vacation 2011 Recap.  I'm not going to tell you where we went because it's a super-secret-no-tourists-allowed spot and I don't want the internets to ruin it with a bunch of pale people with fanny packs and teenagers cruising the strip.  If you really want to know send me a message and I'll probably lie and tell you a different place. 

Here's how it went down:
We drove this year because G is two now so I would have had to pay for a plane ticket for her (not happening).  I was a wee bit nervous about how the kids would do in the car but was pleasantly surprised, they were traveling champions!  We left here at 3:45 am and got to our beach house at 6 pm, and each of them napped for a mere half hour in the car.  I'm not even joking.  But it wasn't too bad.  Lots of rot-your-brain Disney movies and melted crayons all over the new car seats, but no crying so I'm willing to take that trade.

The kids ruining my car

G hated the sand (much like her Daddy) and it took the whole week to get her comfortable to walk from our beach tent down to the water.  She loved the water, it was walking through the sand to get to the water that she hated.  She spent a lot of time in a baby pool on the beach, it was her rinsing place when the sand became too unbearable.

G in her "safe place"

C is a beach nut and loved every minute of everything that had to do with being at the beach, especially boogie boarding with Grandpa.  My poor dad was ready for a vacation from the vacation by the time the kids were done with him.

Again, Grandpa!  Again!  Again!  Again!  Again!

Both kids loved the pool.  G had a floaty suit and could swim float on her own.  C is a great swimmer and spent most of  the week with blood shot eyes from diving for rings without goggles on.  G especially enjoyed shooting people in the eye with water guns.  I tried to tell her not to, but she looked so innocent when she pointed it directly at your face.

Take that, Uncle M

G found a pair of sweet aviator sunglasses in the ocean that just happened to fit me perfectly!  They weren't scratched or anything and I figure they hadn't been floating out there for very long so I hurried and stuck them in my beach bag before one of our beach neighbors could come claim them.  I wore them on the drive home and got the worst headache.  Why would these gorgeous aves give me a headache?  Because they're prescription sunglasses.  Karma is a nasty thing.  And I'm still going to wear them.

C modeling my gift from the ocean

We ate at our favorite restaurant, and one not-so favorite one where my brother J tried to show my other brother M that it was okay to eat that crab whole.  "It's a soft shell crab.  You can eat that thing whole."  After five minutes of crunching and a bit of bleeding in the esophagus he determined that it was not, in fact, a soft shell.  Woops. 

One thing I learned this week was that if you have long articles on Chinese foreign relations to read for a class that you're taking, don't drink my dad's Caribbean Punch (that has four shots of rum before I added more because it didn't taste strong enough) with lunch right before you try to read.  I woke up two hours later with my head on the table, a permanent scar in my cheek from my wedding ring, and still on the first paragraph.

The week was great, the kids and I had a great time.  We missed D but he was home making the money to allow me to buy expensive dresses at the Michael Kors store.  Thanks, D.  Also, I'm really happy to be able to shower alone again.  I showered with the girls twice a day for six days and it wasn't my fav.  I'm probably going to have to go to the cancer machine tanning bed to keep up my sweet tan, it's a sacrifice I'm going to have to make though because let's face it, fat just looks better tan.  Easier than going to the gym!  Happy summer, y'all!

Friday Confessional

It's Friday, you know what that means!

Friday Confessional!

Sorry I haven't posted since last Friday, I've been a bit busy.  I'll catch everyone up with a few good posts this weekend.  In the meantime...

I Confess: The low point of my parenting career came this week as my sweet daughter G used me as a toilet while sitting in the ocean.  This week I have been peed on more times than I care to count.

I Confess: I bought the cutest Michael Kors dress this week, and it wasn't cheap.  I almost never buy expensive things for myself, so even though it fit into the vacation budget it still counts as a confession. 

I Confess:  If C doesn't sleep well tonight I think I'm going to pretend I can't hear her.  It's been FIVE DAYS since I've had a good nights sleep, and I have to drive for 15 hours tomorrow.  She is such a bad sleeper and not having D to take turns with this week has been rough.  She's five years old, time to sleep like a big girl.... or at least as well as the two year old.

I Confess: We saw a huge sting ray in the water today and I was all, "Look girls, it's a ray [conveniently omitting the sting part]!  Wow, isn't it pretty!  [Insert uncomfortable laugh] Come on, let's get out of the water now!"  All I could think about was how that was the last thing that Steve Irwin saw.

I Confess: I'm ready for vacation to be over.  I miss my husband and I miss my house.  I always think I want to try for a two week vacation one year, but I need to remember how day six of seven feels and remember that one week is enough.

OMG, I forgot the most important one!... Besides the human toilet...

I Confess:  I totally flashed this family next to us at the beach today.  I forgot that I was wearing a strapless suit that occasionally needs to be pulled on to make sure everything is in it's right spot.  Well, I got the girls a snack and took my coverup off to get in the water and- whoops!  Hellllooooo nice family next to us!  Sorry about the frontal nudity!