They Don't Call it a "Road Trip" for Nothing

So we drove up to the Bay Area for Thanksgiving.  It's about a 6 to 7 hour drive.  I tried to convince the Mr. to let me drive part of the way, but he wasn't going for it.

Me - Can I drive?

the Mr. - No.

Me - Why not?  I like driving...

the Mr. - Your driving makes me nauseous.

...hmmm, well played sir.  If he had asked me why I like driving so much I would have explained:

I like driving... because I want to listen to Britney Spears and Kelly Clarkson while driving like no one's business.

I guess nausea wins over Brit Brit.

Here are some pics of our trip that I took with my new fancy phone. 

     

They Don't Call Me "Fancy" for Nothing

I finally did it.  I got fancy and bought a smart phone.  I've officially joined the rest of the world.  It was never that important to me to have one because:

1.  Who really needs a phone that does fancy things?  All I need is something I can call and text people with. (aka: I'm cheap)

2. I struggle with keeping up with technology. (Why do I need a cell phone?  I have a pager and can read pager code.  Helllloooo)

3. I would rather spend my money on more important things. (Like supporting my shopping habit)

Which all leads me to my breaking point.  This was the exact moment I cracked and decided it was time.

I was in line on Black Friday at one of my fave stores.  It was about 7am and I was clutching my treasures that I felt like I was basically getting for free.  (50% off!!!)  I waited for about 1/2 hr and realized the line had not moved.  I began to estimate the time I had left to wait by counting the number of people ahead of me and multiplying that by 8 mins... maybe 5 if there were more cashiers open!!!  It dawned on me that if I had a smart phone I could be searching my treasures online and buying them as I waited!  This meant: saving time + saving money + gaining sanity = I NEED A NEW PHONE!!!

So I walked out of line and spent the money I would have spent on my treasures to finally get a smart phone.  I couldn't be happier... I have a new fancy phone that does fancy things AND takes fancy pictures.

They Don't Call it a "Problem" for Nothing

I think I have a problem.  I'm not officially ready to admit it, but I can acknowledge it. They say that's the first step to recovery.  OK...Deep Breath... I think I might have a problem... shopping!!!  I'm beginning to think this because:

1. I found myself hiding shopping bags under the bed and in the trunk of my car.
2. I'm getting confused between the words "want" and "need".
3. The Mr. is finding my shopping bag stashes and is pointing out that I have a "problem".

As I was stepping out to run "errands"

The Mr.: Where are you going?

Me: Just running some errands.

The Mr.: I saw a shopping bag in your trunk from your favorite store.

Me: Whywereyouinmytrunk!!!

The Mr.: Give me your credit cards.

Me.: Igottagonow-bye!

The Mr.'s Mom giving me some shopping advice

Grandma V.: You just need to ask yourself before you buy, "Do I really "need" this?"

Me: I think the Chitlin really "needed" those pink cowboy boots.


I've come to two conclusions:

1. I either really do have a problem... or will live the rest of my life in denial.
2. I'm becoming more and more like my Mother.

They Don't Call it "Sick Day" for Nothing

Someone wasn't feeling well and threw up all over the bed.  No... it wasn't the Mr.  The Chitlin isn't feeling well, and even after cleaning up barf-mageddon... she still makes me smile.



They Don't Call it "Good News/Bad News" for Nothing

A weekend wrap up a la "Good News/Bad News" style!

Good News:  Halloween candy is 50% off
Bad News:  I bought 3 bags and Halloween was last month

Good News:  The Mr. taught the Chitlin to use the potty while I was out
Bad News:  He left what she did in the potty

Good News:  I discovered cool nail polish strips for quick, easy manicures
Bad News:  I don't know how to use them properly (why is the color not sticking?!)

Good News:  I started dinner in the slow cooker
Bad News:  I forgot to turn the slow cooker on (good thing the Mr. noticed)

Good News:  I lost more baby weight!
Bad News:  My jeans don't fit right anymore and I have a slight case of mom butt

I Don't Call Her "Co-Worker Bestie" for Nothing

Co-Worker Bestie moved departments and is now MIA.  (Something about running around working 12 hour days.)  I'm feeling sad inside.  Who am I supposed to talk to about the news and future? Aka TMZ and what I'm wearing tomorrow.  I talk to the Mr. to try and fill the void, but somehow it's just not the same.

The News

Me:  Have you heard KimK is getting a divorce?

The Mr.:  Who?

Me:  Kim. Kardashian.

The Mr.:  Oh... really?

Me:  Ya. Isn'tThatCrazy??!!

The Mr.:  Yea...

??????!!!!!!

The Future

Me:  I think I'm going to wear this skirt tomorrow. What do you think?

The Mr.:  With pants?

Me:  Umm... no.  Maybe tights?

The Mr.:  You should pull it down more so it's knee length.

Hmmmm.....

Not the same at all.  Co-Worker Bestie where are you!!!!



They Don't Call her "Little Wise One" for Nothing

I got this fortune while I was prego with the Chitlin.  It must have been during one of my Chinese food binges, but I can't remember which one.  I've kept it with me ever since. 

The Chitlin has yet to form a group of words that us grown ups can understand, but that doesn't mean I haven't learned anything from this little one. 

#1 - Be careful of what you leave out in the open. 

For the Chitlin's reach has grown like her wisdom... "Where did you get those scissors?!"

#2 - It's what's on the inside that counts.

Although, she cannot open the candy wrapper - it does not mean she won't be able to get the chocolate.

#3. When one door closes another one opens.

"How did you get outside?!!!!" 

No "words of advice" yet... but plenty of lessons learned.