Wackadoodle

I love this word. It immediately makes me smile. I am a serious fan of the CW and of Bravo. One of my absolute favorite shows right now is Project Runway. There is a guy to who refers to himself in the 3rd person. "Suede." he says this word all the time. If you want genuine wackadoodle- Bravo is the place to find it. This dress in wackadoodle/borderline uglydoodle!

My Quirks

okay, so I have a few little quirks. To me these seem totally innocuous, but as I analyze them I have no reasonable explanation and they do seem a little bizarre.

1. Receipts. I can explain this one. It is genetic. My mother has stacks just like this one. This picture is the receipts that I took out of my wallet when it was too full to snap shut, I am guessing maybe a couple of months worth. the credit card is to show the relative size of the stack. this quirk is to support my second quirk which was also inherited from my mother.
2. Returns. I like to buy and try. This may seem weird, but I am victim to impulse buys and often when I get home I realize that I don't like the item. Or I buy it out of fear that when I come back it will be gone. this is weird, I know.
3. I buy shoes that I will never wear. I have about 6 pairs of heels that have only been worn once. I think the problem here is that I buy them because I love how they look, thinking that I will love to wear them. And then, after 10 minutes it hits me, yes, I love red patent leather heels, but no, I don't love pinched toes and hurting ankles. I realize this just in time to throw them back into the closet and slip on my sequined flip flops. ahh that is better. I have got to stop the shoe buying charade.
4. Magazines. I am addicted, obsessed and yet, overwhelmed. I love magazines, all kinds. There is not one that I will not read. I even have a subscription to "Diabetes forcast" and I don't even have Diabetes! Who cares right? well, they are taking over. I have stacks and baskets of them all over the house. Not only do I love them, but I love them so much that I cannot recycle them! crazy I know. I even save them after I have read them to give to my friends. I give them as gifts. I order them for my husband, who was reluctant at first, but now loves his ESPN mag. The best part is that I rarely pay for them and when I do, I don't pay very much. I do love my magazines. I don't think I am going to give this up anytime soon. That picture is just one stack. I have another basket of old ones in the closet. Shhh don't tell Dan.
   

I guess we are all a little quirky. Some people save cool whip tubs, others buy things they don't need that are on clearance, whatever. that is what makes us all so interesting.

My first week of school

Last week was the first whole week of all day school for Reagan. This is a cutie picture of her while we waited to get on the bus. She was more than ready to start school. In fact on the first day, she got up right when her alarm went off, got dressed, got her backpack on and came into my room to wake me up all before 7:45. That left us about 45 minutes to wait for the bus. We had a leisurely breakfast and then sat on the curb for about 20 minutes. She loves her new teacher and tells me that all she really does at school is have fun. she also uses the school excuse to try to get out of chores. "uh, mom, I can't really do the silverware, I have been at school all day" nice try. Anyway, she loves it and that really takes a weight off my shoulders. Again, I am waaayy to young to have a kid in school all day. with that said...

this is how I thought my days would be like now that I am down to one kid:

• wake up and go to the gym. Shower.
• Go to Ross or TjMaxx to check for deals.
• Stop by the grocery store for any last minute dinner prep stuff.
• Call a friend and go to lunch.
• sit on the porch and read a book.
• tidy up the house and get a healthy snack ready for Reagan.

This is how my days really go:

• get Reagan out the door.
• try to get abbie up without having her scratch out my eyes.
• get to the gym late, miss my class and wait for a treadmill.
• run into Costco for milk, loose Abbie at Shopko.
• Eat a granola bar for lunch.
• go to the dentist/doctor/bank
• hurry home to come up with dinner.
• crash on the couch, pretend to read scriptures and fall asleep while Abbie spills Spaghetti all over the floor.
• barely wake up in time to see reagan walk in the door.

What you ask... no time to clean, do in depth scripture study, prepare healthy meals, put on makeup and be ready to greet my husband? nope. it seems like I have no more time than before, and now I am noticing all the cute and equally not cute things Abbie does.

But it sure is nice to know that at the end of the day, Reagan is actually learning something.