My girl is picky with a capitol P.I.C.K.Y. She does not eat meat. She does not eat fruit. She does not eat veggies. She is pretty much a walking carb.
This morning though?? While she was making her very own lunch, she made herself a lunch-meat sandwich. Did you see what I said? A sandwich with MEAT on it!! And she did it on her own. Now we will just have to see if she really ate it.
I used to get upset and worry and try and force her to eat things. I was at my wits end and then her pediatrician told me to just leave her alone. So leave her alone I did. Until a night last week. We were having a mid-western girls dream dinner. Steak, potatoes and corn. I put 6 measly corn kernels on Noodle’s plate. Then I slathered them with butter and salt. I asked her to try it sure that if she were truly of my flesh and blood would she would love it. She picked it apart, moved it all around her plate, put one kernel on her fork, smelled it. I said just try it. As the corn got closer and closer to her mouth she began to dry heave. That was as far as we got. You would have thought I was feeding her dog turds. I have never claimed to be a world class chef , but I am an Iowa girl born and bred, not even I could screw up sweet corn.
I remember many a night sitting at the supper table long after everyone else was done staring at a cold lump of whatever it was I didn’t want to eat stared back at me. Have you ever had green beans for breakfast? I wouldn’t recommend them.
I can’t really hide one food in another (i.e. veggies in meat loaf) as she is way to smart for that and well so picky that I probably couldn’t come up with 2 foods to mix together if I tried.
Are you or your kids picky eaters? Any suggestions to get my kid to eat something other than Capt Crunch or Easy Mac??
Dear Lady in the Little White Car,
Why is it ok for you to pull out in front of me and cause me to slam on my brakes, but when the man in the big red truck does it to you, you get to honk your horn and flip him the bird??
Dear Lady with the Purple Hair,
It is great that you are trying to better your life by attending the local job fair. I do not think the way to be remembered is for the fact that your hair is the same color as your outfit. It kind of made you look like a California Raisin.
A member of the fashion patrol,
I am very sorry that all I did today was complain that it was hot. I realize that you were in the same
sweltering hell place I was and you were equally as warm. But it was hot and the A/C guy never showed up to fix it.
Your favorite sweat ball
who really needs a raise ,
To my new BFF,
Thank you for the phone call Saturday that rocked our world. If you decide you have any more money you want to give us feel free to call back at any time. You have my number.
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Happy Birthday Little Mister. I miss you so much. I can’t wait to see you this weekend. Be a good boy on the airplane and I will see you on Friday.
I love you,
I come from a long line of great cooks. The line comes to a halt when it gets to me. There are a few things I make well and everything else passes as a meal most days.
We eat out every single day at work. Every once in awhile I get tired of it and think I am going to make my lunch. Now, I don’t have enough time or energy to make my lunch at home but we do have a full size fridge at work so that helps. A day last week I brought a loaf of bread with me knowing there was a jar of peanut butter there and package of tuna fish.
Weds. I opened the jar of peanut butter it was almost gone. I looked at the label, it expired in April. I smelled it. Yeah, it smelled a little different. I tasted it. It wasn’t too bad. I made the bossman and I both sandwiches. We both spent the rest of the afternoon tasting rancid peanuts.
Thursday I made tuna fish sandwiches. They tasted great. (Not real hard to mess up I know). Well not thinking I threw the empty package in the back room trashcan. Have I ever told you that our back room has no A/C? Do you know what an empty tuna fish package smells like after sitting in a trash can in a room that is about 95 degrees for 18 hours? I do now, and let me tell you not so pleasant.
Tomorrow it is back to eating out. At least when that tastes bad I have someone else to blame.
you someone you knew had to go to largely attended (casual) function tonight, and you someone you knew had to get up in front of everyone and say a little something something and introduce a few other people would you mind if I someone you know showed up in shorts and a t-shirt? It is hot here where someone you know lives today and everyone else will also being wearing shorts and t-shirts. I Someone you know brought clothes to change into but I they are having second thoughts. Wouldn’t you rather see me someone for who they really are than trying to be something they are not ? Please say yes, not only will be it make me someone you know feel better, it will also keep down my someone’s big-o-pile-o-laundry.
I went to get a sandwich for lunch yesterday at the mini mart up the street that has a little deli in it. I ordered my sandwich, went and got a pepsi and got in line to pay. As I was standing there I noticed a picture on the wall that said “I am a thief” under it. I had to do a double take to make sure it wasn’t my BIL. Sad thing is, it really could have been him.
Noodle is allowed to wear either a red or a white polo shirt to school. When we went to the uniform store we bought 3 of each color.
Because I am
F-ing OCD slightly particular about laundry, when I was sorting dirty clothes this morning I threw all of Noodle’s uniforms on one pile to then sort into a red pile, a white pile and a plaid pile, all to be washed in separate loads from everything else. Part of my reasoning is so they last longer and don’t get dried to death in the dryer if they are mixed in with a larger load. When I went to sort them into the small piles I found 2 red shirts and 1 white shirt. She went to school 4 days last week. We were missing a shirt. I looked high and low. Noodle said she looked EVERYWHERE. Still no shirt. I waited for the load of whites in the dryer to see if for some reason it got mixed in there which was highly unlikely given my affore mentioned OCD tendencies.
Still no shirt. I called my dad and asked if she left one at his house when she was there Friday afternoon. Nope. I called Mama B and asked her if she had found it as she was tackling her own pile of red and white. Nope. I started to get upset. How in the world did we lose a shirt. (BTW – I have labeled all her shirts for this very reason , again I say to you OCD). I tried to remember what day she wore what color shirt. I made her look in her closet and see if it was indeed a white shirt we were looking for. Yes, a white one. I just couldn’t figure it out.
When I went in to tuck her in I looked in her closet. 2 white shirts, 1 red shirt. Those mixed with the 2 dirty red shirts and the 1 dirty white shirt gave us all of our 6 shirts. Noodle was pissed at me. I did feel bad but she is the one who looked in her closet. All I can think of is that she must have worn one of the shirts twice. Now how this may have happened I have no idea. I can’t get her to pick up dirty clothes off her floor to save my soul, and I guarantee you she did not hang it back up after she took it off.
It was probably that damn Laundry Fairy. Why she only washed one shirt I will never know. Oh thats right, I would have probably ripped her wings off for even thinking about touching the dirty clothes, because I am sure she would not have done it
my way the right way. Now if she wants to come over and do dishes or clean toilets? She is more than welcome.
Last night after Noodle was in bed and Mama B’s kiddos were in bed I walked over so I could
take advantage of her tivo spend some quality time with her watching Dustin get sent home. Before we started to rot our brains out we had to do our the girls homework. We They had to cover their books. Sounds easy enough. Brown paper grocery bag, tape, scissors and the book. I foolishly told Mama B “No problem, we can have them covered in no time”. No time turned into about 20 wasted bags, an hour later and 4 books that still were not covered. This morning I told Noodle “Just tell your teacher that your mom and Mama B tried and we couldn’t do it. Tell her we will take them to Grandma’s this weekend and have her do it”. Now we just have to figure out when we can go to Grandma’s house.
the paper bags kicked our asses we gave up cleaned up our mess we sat down to watch t.v. The nice little kitty cat that lives with them jumped up on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. I didn’t think much of it and was petting her as she sat there. I know I am alergic to cats. I know it. I know it. I know it. I have known it for years. I do ok if I don’t hold them and if I wash my hands right away after I pet them. Guess what I forgot to do? After I got home I climbed in bed and rubbed my eye. Almost instantly my eye started to twitch and I could not stop rubbing it. I laid there awhile and just kept rubbing it. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore and went to look in the mirror. Who knew my eye could swell up to the size of a golf ball. Now, we all do. Anyway, I started rummaging through the summer home cabinets looking for some eye drops. Thank GOD she had some. I tried the drops. Not so much. I kept looking to see if I could see something in my eye which wasn’t easy as it was pretty much swelled shut. Hubs finally got his ass out of bed felt sorry for me and got up to try and help me. He tried looking in my eye to see if he could see anything. Next thing I know he has a pair of tweezers in his hand. I.don’t.think.so.thank.you.very.much. I told him I would rather go blind to the E.R. than have him stick anything in my eye. I put some more drops in it, sucked it up and decided to try and go to sleep.
This morning? It was still pretty swollen. I figured I would just wear sunglasses all day and no one would notice my eye. Well wouldn’t you know it was overcast all morning
For goodness sake we live in the desert, when is it ever overcast? so not only was my vision sligtly impared as it was then it was too dark with my sunglasses on. I am one hot mama today. Bossman wanted to know if I had been crying. “Yup, but only out of one eye, I am magic”. So puffy eye, no make-up, again one hot mama. It has gone down quite a bit but I can still “feel it”. Please stop wishing you were me, its not all its cracked up to be I promise.
Today is Hubs birthday (and Noodle’s half birthday, ask her she can tell you how old she is right down to the minute). We are offically only a year apart again, he and Noodle think it is the funniest thing ever that for 6 weeks I am “two years older”. He is spending his birthday camping with his friends. Noodle and I spending the evening watching High School Musical 2. I can hardly wait.
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