Happy President's Day!

Yay for presidents! I have the day off, Bugman has the day off....so does Hubby but that's because he's sick, poor guy.

I'll probably take the kid sledding later this afternoon after it warms up...you know...something above freezing.

The other day I grabbed the VeggieTales 'Lord of the Beans' from the library and oh my goodness was that cute, but now I have the VeggieTales theme song STUCK IN MY HEAD! Make it stop!!!!

Secrets

Dear person who posted this secret on http://postsecret.blogspot.com/,


Thank you. Thank you so much. My Grandpa always smelled like Wrigley's Spearmint gum and coffee. I don't have many physical things to hold and think about Grandpa. Knowing I wouldn't receive anything from his wife, the day he died I left his house still holding a cup of coffee, a cup in the style he always used. I still use it on occasion, though it always scares me to put it in the microwave (gotta heat up the milk). Well I have one other thing of Grandpa's....as we were leaving the funeral home the director ran up to Hubby and I and handed me a clean, neatly folded, faded purple flat sheet...this apparently was the sheet he died on. It never fails to remind me of him, but....

After I saw your secret I explained to Hubby that I could have sent it in. So of course, the next time I sent him to the store for something we were missing for the dinner I'd planned, he came back with a pack of Wrigley's Spearmint gum. Looked a little different, they must've changed the packaging, but one sniff was all it took.

Everytime I grab a piece to freshen my coffee breath or see the packaging or notice a minty smell on something that happened to be near the gum in my bag, I feel a little bit closer to him.

Thank you.

Damn right I want fries with that!

So I'm really pissey and Hubby's prob'ly sick of hearing about it and I need to further vent/digest.....anyway, Thursday night at work a patron, whom I had dubbed the 'crazy Kroger girl' asked me if I was pregnant. I'm not...not even close and thankfully so. She said she wanted to ask first before she made a comment...you know, because it woulda been impolite to just comment....um...okay. So being slightly pissey, but determined to just blow the crazy Kroger girl off, I went to vent to my friend Ilse. Ilse just gave me an odd look and said that she was going to ask me last week but didn't want to seem rude. Then she went on to demonstrate the exercises that I should be doing because I've "let myself go". Oh yes she did. She said that.

AND THEN...as we were leaving for the night she tried handing me two magazines she'd come across...one of which I believe was Health and featured an article on '10 ways to a flat belly' or some such nonsense. Oh yes she did.

Now granted, to cut her some slack, Ilse is not American and there may be some cultural stuff going on here...but I assume if she knows it's not polite to ask a woman if she's pregnant, she probably understands it's not polite to tell a woman she's let herself go.

Have I gained weight in the past year? Yep, you betcha. I have only one pair of jeans that fit...a couple of skirts that fit only because they have elastic waistbands. I'm not all that uncomfortable with the weight gain...it's still in the healthy range (or maybe just above it) and Hubby's still attracted to me...I'm just too cheap to buy myself some new clothes.

Part of me wants to say SCREW YOU WORLD, I rather like the bigger boobs this weight gain has given me! The other part wants to say I'LL SHOW YOU WORLD, I can have the flattest belly in the neighborhood if only I wanted to. The former part, however, was in charge when I went grocery shopping Friday morning and I ended up with ingredients to make Paula Deen's mac & cheese and ice cream and a cinnamon danish that I've managed to each 3/4 of all by myself thus far. But hell, I grabbed some fresh veggies and cheese tortellini to make a stir fry and a bag of baby spinach and a Boca veggie chicken patty for a salad...just because it sounded good.

I don't know...I'm mad that it happened and I'm mad at myself for being so upset...who the hell cares what I weigh besides me, Hubby and my doc? I've looked this way for months and yet now that's all I can think about. I can't blow it off or laugh if off like I'd like to...and can't decide if it's time to do something about it (Hubby needs to lose weight, doc ordered, and it would probably be easier for both of us if we did it together) or just continue to sooth myself with some occasional homemade, gooey, creamy mac & cheese.

I guess it just comes to....I want to get back in shape eventually, but I don't want this to be the motivation.

So in conclusion.....ARGH!

Trippin'

A couple weeks ago mommy-guilt led me to completely lose my mind and agree to accompany Bugman and his classmates on a field trip to a small art museum featuring 'contemporary Native American art'. I love my boy, but that five minute bus-ride reminded me (LOUDLY!) why I only have one kid. But all in all I have to say the boys in my group were pretty well behaved, but the exhibit itself was kinda lame (in my humble opinion). The kids had already toured the website and oddly enough our guide chose to feature the exact same pieces on the tour that the kids had previously viewed on the website...which basically led to several bored children....and everybody knows how fun bored children are!

I have to admit that contemporary art really isn't my thing, but there were a couple of decent pieces. Like this one...



I don't know what the artist intended, I'm sure if I overthought it I could come up with something pretentious, but this one looks like a gravestone to me and I love cemeteries.



Not sure what the artist named this one, but I call it 'Lame'. There were a lot of pieces like this...a little bit of technology slapped on something traditional.