mom jeans

I must admit I still am not so clear on what constitutes mom jeans but whatever I am a mom I like wearing jeans and luckily have a job that lets me wear jeans. This losing weight trip means that jeans I could not bear to part with fit again, including my favorite favorite purple jeans which strike me as not mom jeans but I digress...my favorite regular blue jeans no longer fit they are too big and of course they do not have belt loops so off to the donation pile they go!

omlets all around!

while I really love having a source for fresh eggs we now have 4 dozen on hand

inquiry listings

currently found on our computer
"why are so parents so mean to their kids"
all because we would not get C a smart phone

how many points does that equal?

let me start out with a warning this post is gonna be gross if you are delicate of nature go on ahead and click that next blog button.....no really go ahead

Alrighty then I have been doing the weight watchers thing for a few months now and the basis for the uninitiated is to give a point value to foods & exercise and you track all that to help in weight loss. So last nights migraine followed by severe barfing how does one track that? It was physical of sorts at least certain muscles this morning seem to think so and cleaning out the contents of my stomach should have a negative point tracking of sorts should it not?

random factoid of the day

graham crackers taste better just a little stale...in my opinion. Finding the pack in the trash must mean my husband does not agree

have I been replaced with a pod person?

-setting my alarm to get up early and go to the Y? on my day off no less?!
-making my mind up that I am going to skip water aerobics after a late night at work and getting up to go anyway
-leisurely Sunday morning...BEFORE coffee I went for a brisk walk around the park
clearly I am not myself and for once it is a good thing

I really need to hire better help

I had just started prepping dinner and my phone rings, C runs to get it for me as I have ground beef hands which is great he answers the phone then hands it to me and my ground beef hands I ask him 3 times before he finally manage to let me know it's David. OK I wash my hands in the minute they converse and as I reach for the hand towel and go to grab the phone C hangs up and passes along the message from David.......
ugh these two boys do their best to drive me crazy

golden parenting moment #746

kiddo: I feel terrible
me: go feel terrible someplace else while I get dinner on the stove

pizza & Italian pastries are better up north

which may very well be why we won the war.....

not exactly living off the land

but my container gardens are starting to yield! These 2 beauties are going to make a lovely cucumber salad