Thursday, October 29, 2009

It's no castle

In this house, some of us take pumpkin carving very seriously. When I say some of us...I mean Doug. The girls and I picked out a Princess Carving Kit with castles, side princess profiles, glass slippers, etc. in it. Instead of all that, we got a bat. Delaney seemed annoyed at first until I explained to her that we didn't buy a tall enough pumpkin to fit said castle on the front of it. It was a replica of Cinderella's castle. I was very interested to see if the "pumpkin master" could do it. It was pretty elaborate. He got bailed out though on account that I did not purchase the correct pumpkin. In all honesty though, our bat pumpkin looks pretty freaking good if I do say so myself.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

In my skin

The door bell rings.

It's Monday afternoon and I open the door to see our friendly UPS carrier holding my box. I am elated! I literally just placed my order on Saturday night and it's Monday freaking afternoon and I'm already holding my new things. I didn't even have to pay for overnight shipping or anything. FREE shipping. Sweet.

I should back up a minute. So the other day I get a phone call from my friend, and the girls' pediatrician, Dr. Long aka Mark. Even though we've been friends for 8 years I still feel like I should address him as Dr. Long. I used to work for Dr. Long before having the girls. I also worked from home for him briefly while Delaney was 2 and Hadley was a peanut in my womb. So anyway, Dr. Long calls me and wants me to do some work from home again for him. Now that the girls are older and Hadley naps when she feels it appropriate, I really have no down time during the day to even consider working from home. I can just picture myself taking calls transferred from his office all the while the girls are duking it out in the background over a book or toy or scrap of candy they found lying under the bed. Or even breathing the same air for that matter. So I try to explain that no this won't work. I hate telling Dr. Long no because he's the one boss/friend that ALWAYS thinks of me and I don't want to keep telling him no every time he calls me with an opportunity for fear that one day he'll stop asking altogether. And then....this is the moment where I change my world over for a while. "Are you still thinking of opening the office on Sundays?" A few months ago he had informed me that in addition to keeping the office open on Saturdays for half a day, he had also decided to keep the office open for a half a day on Sundays as well. He had essentially planted a seed in my brain. So I tell him that if he's interested, I would like to work for him on weekends ONLY. Of course he swoops in and takes me up on my offer. Probably afraid if he doesn't I'll change my mind before the conversation is even over and talk myself out of it. So it's decided that I'll come train for a few hours while the girls are in preschool and then in 3 short weeks, I'll make my debut back into the working world where I will receive (gasp, pause) a paycheck. Hallelujah! I'm literally so excited. I mean, who's excited to go to work? Me...that's right!

So, Saturday night I'm sitting at the computer. I've made the decision to buy a "few" things for myself in celebration of my new job and the fact that I need to spruce up the wardrobe a bit. I'm so tired of shopping only for the girls. I mean, I LOVE shopping but it would be nice if I occasionally bought something for myself. I'm sick of looking into my closet and seeing a whole lot of nothing to wear but the same old crap. OVER it. So I purchased not one but TWO whole pairs of shoes, 5 shirts and a pair of sunglasses. Hell yes.

I'm holding my sweet Zappos box at this point and take it upstairs where I secretly stash it inside my scrap booking room. Later on when the girls go to bed I can privately try everything on without Delaney giving me her commentary on my body parts.

It's now Tuesday morning and I've just returned home from dropping both girls off at preschool. God bless these 4 hours because they are truly wonderful. It's so stinking quiet I can hear our dog scratching at his non-existent fleas. So I return to the scrap booking room and take Zappos out to open.

I try on the first shirt. Very cute top. White with multi-colored embroidery around the neckline and sleeves. Fits good. Looks nice. Everything seems to be looking up. Got a job. Got cute embroidery top. Awesome.

Take out the next top. It's one of these tops that looks like the bottom half has been dyed a darker version of the top half. Very cute. I try it on. The sleeves are so flipping tight I swear my circulation feels as if it's being cut off. The rest looks good but I can't get past the sleeves. Send back.

The next top is cute. Turquoise blue with yellowish stripes. V-neck with buttons. I put it on and it fits better but again with the sleeves. They are by no means cutting off circulation but seem a bit tighter than I would like. I'm starting to feel a bit paranoid. Am I gaining weight?

The next top is a cute spandexy workout top. I put it on and no shit, it feels as though it is pushing all the air out of my lungs. It is so damn tight it's making me look like I have huge boobs. Which I don't. Not even close. It's so tight I fear that I'll rip it just to get the damn thing off my body. Now I'm sure I need to lose a few pounds.

Try on another shirt. Very cute and low and behold, it fits and is NOT even a little bit tight. Thank God because I was really about to lose it there.

I try on the last thing which is a pair of athletic shoes. And I'll be damned if the shoes aren't too narrow. Really? So now I have fat feet too? This is ridiculous! I slam the shoes back into the box and curse myself mentally for the fact that my arms and feet are getting fatter. Ugh! Oh well...I still got a job. And to be honest, it still feels like a good day! So I'm going back to work in fatter shoes and with fatter sleeves on my shirts. And there is still MUCH to be thankful for.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Or as we like to call it, body art...

Yes...I KNOW what this looks like! A mother that should have been paying a bit more attention to what her two year old was actually doing with her markers. Well, it sure wasn't coloring in her coloring books! And all this came of literally taking my eyes off of her for like 2 minutes. I shudder to think what might have happened had I been caught up in making dinner. What's really sad is that I was probably about 15 feet away all the while she was "ta-ooing" herself as she calls it. So before I could lecture her or attempt to lecture her about the correct usage of markers, I whipped out the camera. God...I do love this adorable girl. But to make your father happy, PLEASE don't get any tattoos when you're older...or bring home a guy covered in them. You know how well that will go over.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Happy Fall Y'all

Hadley bouncing on the air trampoline

Delaney bouncing as well!

Yes...he IS a dork but not really this bad! Doug Hates having his picture taken so when I ask him to pose for the camera, this is what I get!

The cows being herded up close to the wagon so the kids could see them.

Delaney petting the baby calf after feeding it some greens.

The Horse Whisperer aka Delaney

It's the most wonderful time...of the year! For me, it is FALL! I love fall. I love the cooler weather, the festivals, Halloween, Thanksgiving, etc. The list goes on and on. Each year, we take the girls to several fall festivals. Yesterday, we made it to Cagle's Dairy Farm which is one of our favorites. We first discovered this farm when Delaney was 11 months old. We try to make it there once a year. This particular farm is a dairy farm (duh right) and you can do a tour. The girls love it because they get to ride in a wagon & get to feed the baby calves at the end. They also have a HUGE corn maize, horse/pony rides, and air trampolines for the kids. It's really a lot of fun and I very much look forward to going every year.