The Purse

So, you all know what this is right?!

That's right its a purse! But it is not just any purse this is my purse. Today I was out shopping for things for Ben's end of the year picnic party, and  I noticed I was becoming quite frustrated at every single store when I went to pay and when I went back to the van.  Then it dawned on me.  My frustration was a result of this treacherous place I have now fondly named "the bottomless pit."  My purse is literally busting at the seams.  Have you ever seen those shows for kids where one of the characters can pull ridiculously large things out of some sort of hat.  Well, that's my purse, crap comes out of there that I don't even know how it fits in there or where the hell it came from.  If Let's Make a Deal was still on I would totally rock that show because there are so many weird things in my purse. Oh yes, and ladies, I am a monster at home parties, you know the ones when you have to find items in your purse that begin with certain letters. That's right racking up the tickets, don't hate the player, hate the game! Holla!

So back to my "pit" my day went something like this:

Go to Big Lots, get items, go to pay, search for ten minutes looking for my wallet while my sunglasses are falling off my head, start freaking out that the wallet is actually lost or stolen.  Unload contents onto register (totally embarrassed), find wallet, pay, try to leave parking lot only to repeat above steps at van looking for keys. Curse under my breath at this stupid ass purse!!

Go to Dollar General, get items, go to pay, search for 10 minutes before I get to the register (so as not to be embarrassed again) for my wallet while sunglasses are falling off my head and trying to balance the purse with the items I'm holding while looking.  Get frustrated, unload items onto floor in empty aisle, find wallet (again), go pay, try to leave parking lot, repeat above steps to try to find keys, find keys, hear phone bing with message, search for 10 minutes for phone while getting sweaty cause the air hasn't cooled down yet.  Yell at purse and tell it to stop swallowing my stuff!  Promise myself to get a new purse because this one sucks.

Get smarter than the purse and put the keys, phone and wallet in the side pocket so it doesn't get lost in "the pit."

Go to Dollar Tree, get items, go to pay, search 10 minutes for wallet, can't find it, unload items at register, still can't find it, begin to rummage through all the stuff looking for it, sweat starts to bead on my forehead, begin to freak out, then remember I was smart and put it in the side pocket so it didn't get lost.  Finish loading all my crap back in my purse, pay, stop holding up the line, go to van, remember they are in the side pocket, get in van.  Return to homeostasis after the small freak out session in the Dollar Tree.

My Face

So I have the hugest cold sore known to man on my face thanks to some Abreva. How might you ask does medicine that is supposed to take it away make it huge, let me expound on this ridiculous medicine.

It begins with the tingle and I know that a cold sore is coming on so I decide to break down and buy some Abreva. Abreva is $16 a tube which is a ridiculous amount to pay but I am hoping it will live up to all the hype and shorten the lifespan and heal this sucker quickly, I mean how could they charge $16 if it doesn't work, wouldn't someone have blown the top off of Abreva Inc. if they were just a total sham?

So I buy it and do what it says rub it in 5 times a day (even setting my alarm for 3am as to not miss a dose), it says it is fine to get it on your healthy skin around the cold sore it won't affect it at all just make sure it is rubbed in all the way. When I wake up I have the hugest coldsore I have ever seen and my whole lip seems to be swollen. Why is this thing so huge, it wasn't like this yesterday? My dad sees it and when I tell him I used Abreva he says he has also fallen prey to the scam called Abreva and it simply spread more cold sores around the one he had. At that point I realize that even though it says that it is safe for healthy skin and the cold sore, it is a fallacy, yeah it won't hurt your skin but what it does do is take the virus from the local it is and spread it as big as the circle you rub in. Hence the cold sore on my lip that is the size of a freaking nickel. It is awful as is all cold sores. So my recomendation stay away from Abreva, just leave it alone, there is nothing that works to shorten the time that hideous thing is going to be there, you can't shorten it, but it can make it longer by messing with it.

Like everyone always says, if it is too good to be true, it is. Unfortunately it didn't follow the adage you get what you pay for, which would have been my preference.

30

So I turned 30 yesterday. It was a very unmomentous kind of day. Other than now when people ask me how old I am I have to say 30 everything seems to feel the same. I do have to say that saying you are 30 does seem very adult. No more I'm in my 20's, no more being a "young mother." Now I guess I am home free until I get to 40, now that seems older. Like if I haven't gotten it together by the time I am 40, it may never happen. The scary thing is that is only 10 years away. Ask me 10 years ago and 10 years seems like forever, ask me now and 10 years seems very short. To think that in 10 years I will have 2 teenagers? Totally weird to even look at my babies and realize that. Well the next decade will be filled with alot of changes so I guess I better start to prepare now.

Lost It

So what do you do when you have totally lost it with your kids. You have flown off the handle, your upset, they are upset, and you're not sure how to take a step back and look at the reality of the situation. You have gone so far over the edge that climbing back out seems harder than just staying mad?

I found out the answer today, slowly but surely you calm down, apologize, try to mend the hurt in them, explain in rational tones why you were upset, and take back the consequence you gave letting them know you are human too and you just made a huge mistake and ask for their forgiveness.

I hate it when I have to learn the hard way. Lesson learned.

T***h

Trash . . . it's like a four letter word, I hate taking it out. The words MOOOM, the trash is full and falling on the floor, I can't throw away my juice box is almost like a curse word to me. And amazingly I hear those words at least once, a lot of times twice a day. I wonder what is in that trash can?? How does it fill up so fast? I just don't get it, what is getting thrown away? I don't like taking it out of the can (usually because it is overfull and spills everywhere), I don't like taking it outside, I don't like remembering to take it to the road on Mon. and Thurs.

I had several people offer up their help if I needed it while Peter was gone, do you think it would be too much to call them to take out my trash? Probably overkill, I will have to just grin and bear it. If only Ben were older. Until then I am stuck as the trash taker outer at the Dell house ugh.

Lightbulbs

So amazingly every single lightbulb in the kitchen is blown with the exception of the one under cabinet light by the door. So I think no problem I will just take out the bulbs take them to Picerne (housing office) and get some replacements no big deal, right? WRONG!

All the under cabinet lights are flourescent lights, so I am pulling on them and looking for some type of release button to no avail. At one point I am tugging so hard I am concerned I am going to break them. In case you haven't guessed I have never changed a flourescent bulb before we have always had the ones that just screw in, the regular 40-watts.

So I give up realizing if I can't change the under cabinet ones I definitely am not going to be able to climb up to the ceiling and get out the big ones. At this point I am totally frustrated because the kitchen is dark and I have to call Picerne to schedule a maintenance appointment just to change lightbulbs (they can't come out for a week)which feels ridiculous I mean I have a college degree for crying out loud I should be able to do this.

So I am about to look it up on the world wide web and get some answers when I get a call from the hubs. I mention the problem and he says in a very matter of fact way, just twist it and it should come loose. I twist and he is right, comes right out no problem. Unfortunately that still doesn't solve the problem that I don't have a ladder and I am not tall enough to get to the ceiling, but at least I can get the ones under the cabinets changed and have some light in the kitchen.

So thanks babe! you came to my rescue even though you are 3,000 miles away!

The Time Has Come

So I am officially sick of my weight. I went swimming with the kids today and felt like a total cow. I so want to lose weight, I am ready. Of course I am ready as I am slowly approaching 30 and now the weight will take twice as long to lose instead of me having done it right after the babies were born, but I am ready to buckle down and do it, better late than never. This is the summer I will drop 2 dress sizes. This is my goal, eat better and exercise. Less t.v., more activity, aerobics dvd, walking, running. By August there will be a new, better, slimmer, Angela Dell. I am going to post my progress, so hold me accountable.