-Three weeks of soccer camp (Jim coaches high school girls) is kicking our family's collective ass.
-Week three of den remodel. Rest of house is like a ticking bomb of toys and extra furniture, threatening explosion with any false step.
-Am preparing for yard sale next week. WHY LORD WHY? (Because I want money to replace a loveseat in the den. And we are a bunch of smart, unAmerican stick in the muds who try very hard not to put things on credit. You know, except for when we DO. But we make an effort.)
-I forgot how much I hate PMS. Or how much PMS hates me, perhaps. Either way, it's enough to make one wish for pregnancy.
-Addy has taken whining to a whole new level lately, my WORD. I hate how often I hear my voice taking on its stern, no-nonsense-now-young-lady tone. I sound so old and grumpy. Like a... Mom.
Bonus Unrelated Anecdote: The other day, while pushing the kids around the neighborhood in their stroller, a car slowed down next to me. The guy rolled down his window and said, "Michigan? Really?" I should mention that I was wearing blue pants with Michigan written in maize on the seat. ON MY BUTT, ok? Which means, guy was rolling down the street looking at my butt? And stopped to chat with me about it? We don't actually live in Michigan, by the way. So I guess the sight of team related attire for said state confused/agitated this guy? But nonetheless, WTF? I shrugged and said, "My husband's family is from Michigan." The guy persisted to BADGER me about it before finally, after repeatedly getting one-word responses from me, drove away. Fracking people, seriously.
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Ok, I haven't been a regular reader yet (just found you during the pay it forward contest craziness), but I'm going to have to start because 1) I don't use Twitter either and it seems we might be the only 2 left and 2) you said "fracking." And I may be jumping to conclusions here, but does that make you a Battlestar Galactica fan? Because I LOVE that show. The new one, anyway. I haven't seen the older one.
You just made my day. Thanks! ;-)
We put things on credit all the time, but we pay all of our cards off in full every month. We only use them to get the cash back rewards. Does that make us un-American too?
That guy was HITTING ON YOU!
Either that or he's very anti-Michigan.
What a strange guy. I hate it when people comment rudely about stuff and you clearly don't care what they think and yet they won't. stop. talking.
My husband was born in Michigan and his family are all huge Michigan fans, but we live in Ohio so that is not a popular stance. And I was thinking about the Michigan/Ohio thing while I read and then when you said he was badgering you I thought of the Wisconsin Badgers (my team). So, I'm sure for me alone, it was kind of a Big Ten post.
Good luck with the yard sale. That is just the sort of project that seems like a great idea before and after, but not so much during.
Dude's obviously not a big Michigan fan... put obviously IS a huge fan of YOUR ASS! Ha ha... that story is hilarious.
Obviously hitting on you! Bummer about the den. I hope it's done SOON!
I am not kidding when I say that someone once tried to hit me with their truck when I wore an LSU t-shirt in Arkansas. They are not playing around in the SEC.
We're like Jess and do the cash back thing too. Always annoys the credit card people.
Like a...mom. Ha! LOVE that!
Was he an Ohio State fan or something? Boo, either way.
Dude. That anecdote....honestly?
I've had people say shit like that to me whilst wearing a shirt from my Alma Mater. But not from their cars. Creepy.
That seems kinda creepy and weird. Better get some pepper spray or mace take with you on walks.
That guy was 1. hitting on you and 2. A WEIRDO.
Good luck on the remodel. we are on week 463 of the kitchen.....or so it seems.
OK, that's a pretty funny story about the guy stopping to pick on you. But I don't think it's unheard of in this state. ;) I'm not at all surprised to hear this.
I hope soccer and remodeling get finished soon enough.
And good luck with the yardsale. Do you have anything good? Should I come by? (E-mail me if so.)
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