Fashion Trends I can't keep up with

I'm slow to catch on to new fashion trends.

In other words, I'm not really a trend-setter.

Not at all.

I never had my haircut like Jennifer Aniston on Friends.

I wasn't sure I liked Uggs at first...and now I think they're adorable.

Although, I admit, I wear knock-offs.

I haven't bought any Ballet Flats yet

because I'm afraid my feet will look stupid in them.

But I do think they're cute.

I hated Crocs on site,

but eventually gave in to get some for my sons...

but I still haven't bought myself any.

Although now I think they're ok.

And I can't stand Jeggings.

But they might grow on me.

I just stopped using scrunchies a year ago...

What does that say about me?

Am I hopeless?!!

 

What trends do you enjoy?

Or hate?

3 Unique Gift Ideas

It's amazing what people come up with.

I really admire ingenuity.

My co-worker showed up this morning with a USB Humping Dog.

Only $14.95 plus shipping and handling.

It's hilarious.

And when you plug it in...it moves.

Disturbing.

But funny.

Next, I saw tweet from Kara about underwear that offers you privacy from the body scanners.

They're called Brief Blockers.

Sorry Uncle TSA.

They have them for men as well...

and they act as a radiation shield in addition to shielding your privates.

Finally, the third Unique gift is the Ultimate Football Accessory for Ladies. 

It's a pom-pom glove.

And I may just have to get one for my son's middle school team colors.

I love finding Unique gift ideas.  

Anything wacky out there that's you've discovered?

I'm thankful the Pilgrims destroyed all the Dinosaurs

We celebrate Thanksgiving because it's the day the Pilgrims destroyed the Dinosaurs, right?

I for one am super thankful they got rid of the dinosaurs, 

because can you imagine what Earth would be like with those big, ole smelly things running around?!  

Not to mention, we wouldn't have gas without their dead bodies decomposing into fossil fuel and all.

I think the government has tried to keep it a big cover-up 

because the Pilgrims killed the dinosaurs 

with mega-awesome, super-futuristic technology that they hid in cornucopias, 

because the Pilgrims were really aliens sent to Earth rid the planet of dinos and Indians. 

Oh, and the Indians? 

The Alien Pilgrims ate them.  

And did you know that we figured out Santa was an Alien also?!

Haiku for Change

Change is dancing near.

I beckon it eagerly.

Take a chance on me.

Numbers on the Brain

My boys love numbers.

They are brilliant at math.

I wasn't really into math at their age.

Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy math when I was in college, but not really on the elementary level.

But, my boys, they love math.

They love it so much, that it's a blast to them to throw out math problems to each other in the car while I'm driving.

And they give me math problems to solve as well.

It drives me crazy after a while.

Because a lot of these you really need pen and paper to figure out.

But, I feel like it's my duty to show them that moms can do math, women are just as smart and that I can take whatever they throw at me.

Do you ever feel that way?

What do your kids discuss in the car?

It doesn't work right

Look at this door.

It's my door.

Does it look normal to you?

Perhaps.

Let's take a closer look...

if you try to open the door...

The handle falls off completely.

It's broken.

Am I really talking about a door handle?

You be the judge.

Tangled

Last night, the boys and I went to the DFW advanced screening of Disney's new movie, Tangled.

We drove over an hour to Hurst, Texas to the Rave Theater.

It was fabulous!!  And Hilarious!

I loved the fiesty Rapunzel.

She takes the charming bandit Flynn Rider hostage,

they join forces and have an adventure.

And we get an explanation as to WHY she's in the tower 

that's different than any I've heard or read before.  

And we understand why her hair is grown to such lengths.

 

OH, did I mention it was in 3D?

My boys enjoyed it!!

The Rave Theater was a neat venue.

Disney did NOT disappoint.

Tangled was AWESOME!!

A huge thank you to Fellowship of Fools for the free passes!!

 

Go see it!!

***I was not compensated for this review or asked to write a favorable post. I won the tickets and loved the movie all on my own and chose to write a post because I enjoyed it so much!!

 

I'm turning Into My Dad

I have a really cool boss right now.

He lets me bring Annie to work with me!

Because he has a horse-sized dog that she can play with all day.

His dog's name is Aslan (like the lion from Narnia), 

and he is half-Great Pyranese, half-German Sherhard.

Beautiful and majestic.

Yesterday, when I left him inside after one of his backyard potty breaks,

he grabbed a clump of dirt in his mouth as he ran inside.

Exasperated, I followed him inside, 

saying to my co-worker, "He's brought in mud!  It's going to make a mess."

and went after Aslan to retrieve the mud before he made a big mess in the room.

I made him "drop" the clump of dirt 

and picked up the mud with my bare hand...

only to discover, IT. WAS. NOT. MUD.

I then squealed like a little girl and ran around screeching.

And proceeded to wash my hands for an hour straight.

and I posted this on Facebook for friends and family to laugh at me.

and one of my sisters commented, "Okay you're starting to scare me, This sounds a lot like a Dad story!"

And I realized she's right.

Our father was always picking up things that didn't turn out to be what he thought they were 

and ended up being nasty surprises.

Like the "sock" on the floor that ended up being dog poop 

or the "leaf" on the floor that ended up being a scorpion.

I'm turning into my dad (aka Lord of the Flies)

10 strep throats, 7 sinus infections, 6 Broken Bones, 3 Sprains and 2 ingrown toenails

My 13-year-old son is going to wear me out!!

This morning I took him to have his fingers x-rayed,

thanks to football. 

Tomorrow we see a podiatrist, 

whose nurse swears that once this doctor has seen my son, 

he'll never have another ingrown toenail again. 

EVER.

This is the same child who used to get strep throat at least twice a year when he was younger.

Broke his ankle three times in one year.

Good lord have mercy.

Don't worry, I'm going to remind him of all of this when he's a grown adult 

and I need him to take care of ME!

Let the Caged Panda Sing

Pandas eat bamboo

but sometimes other things too.

Bet they make large poo.

When I go to Market Street, either to shop or meet someone for lunch,

I have to puruse the garden/floral department, inside and out.

 

I love their decorations.

One time, I found an angel locked in this very same cage.

And I thought perhaps someone was making a religious or spirtual statement?

Then, this last visit, I found a panda bear in the cage.

hmmm...

what could this mean?

A panda is often a symbol of China...

maybe they're making a political statement on communist China?!

Or maybe this is a sign from one spy to another.

to arrange a meeting...

I don't know.

I let my imagination wander.

and write a few panda haikus.  

Pandas do not fly

despite their best intentions,

no bird cage needed.

Serenity Now

I'm trying to maintain serenity right now 

while my soon-to-be-ex-husband is staying on my couch for two weeks...

while my two boys fight over everything...

while I try to figure out where my 8-yr-old's intense anger is coming from...

while I try to pay my bills and maintain my household...

while I try to figure out what the heck I'm doing with my life and how to accomplish the goals I want.

It's tough to maintain serenity.

I'm floundering in the wind.

These jars look serene though, don't they?

What would you put in these jars?

Where would you keep them? 

Good Morning, Texas

Beautiful morning light in my backyard today.

My Ghetto Guide

Sometimes you've just got to do what works.

I'm trying to come to terms with my ghetto self.  

I'm just not all cool and collected and perfect.

I occasionally forget things, 

or drop my child off at school without getting out of my PJs, 

then run back home to shower and get ready for work.

We all need to embrace our inner-ghetto.

Let's start a movement.

And in that spirit, here are a few of my ghetto fixes:

Ghetto Can Opener - 13-year-old with a BB Gun  

(OK, haven't actually tried this one yet, but I've come close)

Ghetto Lunch Box - plastic grocery sack 

(This week alone I've done this three times for my 13 yr old)

Ghetto Umbrella - newspaper draped over your head 

(Actually, I usually forgo an umbrella or newspaper and just get wet.  Ultimate ghetto, right?)

Ghetto dog toy - wood branch or rock 

(I thought my dog was pretty smart until I caught her chewing on bark.  

Now I just think she's doing her part to be thrifty for the family.  

Bones are so upscale! )

BTW, have you seen my Ghetto car?

Please tell me you have some ghetto tendencies.

So I won't feel so alone.

If Parenting were a Sport

I saw MamaKat tweet a comment that got me to thinking.

She said, "If parenting were a sport, I would be an Olympic athlete."

And it got me to thinking.

If parenting were a sport, 

it'd be an obstacle course, downhill ski, and marathon 

all-in-one.

You'd start off blindfolded too. 

You would think you new the course ahead of time 

but it could change AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT.

And things could be thrown at you as you barrel down deep slopes and you have to deflect them.

And people can hurl insults at you...

or advice on how to finish, 

and you can ignore or listen.

You never know which advice might be useful 

or which is designed to trip you up 

or is useless.

It's a sport you think you can train for, but you really can't.

and each person's course is completely different...so you can't cheat.

It's the ultimate sport.

Some people compete in teams...couples or groups of family or friends...

You have no idea how long the race will last, but it's a marathon of epic proportions.

Face it, you'll get dirty, you'll sweat and bleed, but

as you clear each obstacle, the reward would be worth it. 

Each and every time.