Bumper Sticker Sighting

I hate to go anywhere near a grocery store on the weekends, but the fridge needed replenishing so I dragged my butt to Hannaford to pick up some rations.  I don't like bumper stickers for my own vehicles but I do enjoy reading other people's bumpers.  So after getting said rations I was wheeling my cart through the parking lot when I saw a "bumper sticker"(for lack of a better word for it...it was one of those homemade ones with individual letter stickers) that said "Everybody has the right to be stupid but you are abusing the privelage."  No, I did not misspell that.  That's exactly how it read.  The irony in that was enough to make me chuckle.   If I was one of those kinds of people who actually have their phones with them at all times and also knows how to upload pictures off of an ancient dumbphone, I totally would have taken a pic to put on here.  You'll just have to take my word for it.

Cinderella Was a Lady

Ever since I was a kid I have been in awe of Cinderella.  She got to live happily ever after, and it took a lot of grace for her to not throw that into her stepsisters' faces.  I, however, prefer to let people know when they are on the bad end of karma. If it were me I would have said "Take that, bitches!!!"

Look What I Did!

I totally mangled my rings!  More specifically, my engagement ring and wrap.  I was sliding the door to the laundry room shut and my hand didn't quite make it out.  I looked down at my hand and thought "Wow, that ring looks a little off." Then I realized that it hurt and my finger was starting to turn reddish purple.   Mark came to my rescue and got a pair of pliers and made it so I could remove the rings.  This picture doesn't even do it justice.  Lucky for me he can fix them up at work. How long I have to wait for them is another story.  What I thought was interesting was that my diamonds took a hard blow but my wedding band came through perfectly fine.  Ah, the symbolism!           

Blog Post Soup

Hmmm.  Looks like I haven't written a post in a while.  March has been quite a busy month here and I've barely had time to breathe!   However, there has been a few things knockin' around in my head so here they are, in condensed form.........

I had to find a new daycare for Lucas.   My fabulous SIL had been watching Lucas from the time he was 8 weeks old and I am very happy for the time he got to spend getting to know some of his cousins.  I am also happy that he was with someone who loves him almost as much as I do!  My SIL is preggo with #4 and chasing around little Lucas was getting to be too much.  Flash-forward 2 weeks...he is now at a small daycare that I absolutely LOVE where he gets to play with a few other kiddos his age.

My Grammy passed away on March 18 at the age of 87.  Now she can hang with Grampa and 3 of her kids who got to heaven before she did.  Here's a couple of my favorite stories of Gram..

    One weekend while Gram was visiting with my mom she was having a conversation with my sister. Gram said "You know, if there was birth control in my day, I wouldn't have had as many kids.  I probably would've stopped at 4." (My mom is number 6 of 8.)   My sister said "But Gram!   If that happened then you wouldn't have mom and I wouldn't be here!" And to that, Gram said "I know!  Aren't you lucky!!"

   My mom was raised in Brownville Junction, a small town in Maine.   They lived pretty close to the railroad tracks.  Back then there wasn't any soup kitchens.  Therefore, there were "hobos"  around looking for food.  My grandparents were pretty poor themselves but one thing Gram was really good about was making sure everyone was fed.  If someone came to her porch looking for something to eat, Gram always gave it to them.

My eyeball has been twitching for about 2 weeks now.  I'm starting to turn into Chief Inspector Dreyfuss.

My entire household was sick last Friday and Saturday.  Fun times!  Nothing like simultaneous vomiting to bring a couple closer together.  We all slept most of the day Friday and Saturday and most of us voluntarily fasted.  I lost 6 pounds.  Woo hoo!  At least something good came out of it.  The bad part--I was going to get a crapload of housework done because Mark and I actually had a weekend off together.

OK, why is it that kids are afraid they're not going to get anymore loot if they tell Mom and Dad that they no longer believe in Santa/the Easter Bunny/the Tooth Fairy?  We practically had to drag it out of Garrett this weekend that he knew I put the candy out.