They Don't Call Me "Technologically Challenged" for Nothing

I am Technologically Challenged.  I am the only person in the world that still doesn't own a Smart Phone and was the last person to start a Facebook page... But, I am the first one of my Besties to start a Blog! So I thought I should get my Technology "Hip With It" roll on and check out Google+....it's still in test mode and sounds like it will be the new FB! Bold words, I know, so I decided to go for it...and now have no idea what the "blank" it is.  One day I started exploring and noticed I already had photo albums set up...

My inner monologue went a little something like this:

"Weird, I didn't put any pictures up."

"Oh! They're all my pics from my Blog!" (apparently Google+ is connected to everything Google including Blogger)

"Hmmm...I don't think I want these here."

Delete!  Little did I know... or pay attention to the warning it gave saying it would delete these pics from EVERYWHERE!  So you can understand my panic when I found my Blog page no longer filled with cute little pics and replaced with symbols of this!

*GASP!* Big Fail! You win this time Technology but one day the Chitlin will get older and explain you to me...

They Don't Call Me "Floater" for Nothing

Lately, the Chitlin has been pooping in the tub. Why is she doing this? Is that normal? I'm absolutely poopified. I can understand the urge to pee...I mean aren't we all tempted when lounging in the pool?  Not that I ever would....I'm a Mom Now! The first time it happened was at Sitter Bestie's house while the Mr. and me were on date night and I thought, "Oh man, I hope she doesn't do that at home." Then she did...twice.  I remember when a floater used to mean that extra shot of rum floating on top of my pretty strawberry daiquiri....Today? ...not so much.

They Don't Call Me "Obsessed" for Nothing

There's a girl at my work that I silently obsess over.  Co-Worker Bestie and me like to call her "Pretty Girl".  We know what her real name is ... but think it's less creepy to call her "Pretty Girl".  Talking about her by her real name would make us sound crazy.  We like to dissect the awesomeness that is... "Pretty Girl".

Co-Worker Bestie - "I bet she eats whatever she wants and still stays skinny"

Me - "I bet she eats what she wants and poops out rainbows."

Me- "Pretty Girl shouldn't work here...she should be out being paid to be pretty."

Co-Worker Bestie- "She should be out being paid to be pretty and to poop out rainbows"

"Pretty Girl" is also pretty tricky.  Everything she wears is super cute and makes me hallucinate.  I start to think things like..."Wow....ponchos are so cute!" and "High waisted pants are so flattering."

...I wish I could hate you "Pretty Girl" but I just heart you too much.



They Don't Call Me "Family Time" for Nothing

The other weekend we decided to have some "Family Time" and go to Legoland.  "Why Legoland?", you ask? Well, our goal was to bring the Chitlin to an aquarium to enjoy seeing some fishies and Legoland is actually pretty close to us...plus I've never been and the thought of seeing monstrosities made entirely out of Legos really got me excited.  The problem with going to an amusement park, though, is that it's crowded, expensive, and full of tourists.  This all results to the Mr. being very cranky....but it was either drive an hour away, listening to the Chitlin cry half the time, or suck it up.  So it was Legoland or bust and after sitting in traffic to just get there, I could tell the Mr. was already getting his cranky juices flowing. 

The beginning of the Mr. complaints in chronological order:

"Parking is like $50 bucks!" (It's $12)
"Where the feck is a parking spot around here?!" (He used a different version of the word feck)
"I think we're the only non tourists here!" (After a tourist asks him if we are within walking distance of the beach)
"I really need one of those...like 5." (As he eyes a tourist having a beer on the grass outside the park)

But as we approached our destination his banter became soft background noise as my inner child lit up with the site of this:

A montage of memories began to play through my head of me spending hours playing with my beloved Legos....I was super stoked.  But!....more importantly I knew that the Chitlin would be ecstatic to see all the fishies and the Mr. would be silenced by the Chitlin's smile.  ...of course I was correct.

 

So in the end a good time was had by all.  The Chitlin was ecstatic, I was stoked, and even the Mr. had a little fun.  Although...he did say he found himself a new Lego Mrs. ;)