Flashback Friday-When I'm Low, Dylan McKay

Thank you to whoever I took this from on Tumblr.  Those
WERE the good old days. :(

Sometimes when I am feeling low, I like to watch 90210.  All the world can be in chaos, but Brandon Walsh and Dylan McKay seem to make it all better.  I know it sounds silly, but I am not the only one....all of us girls (at least mine) feel the same way. It was such a good, terrible show!

Three years ago, I was given all ten years on DVD.  It was awesome!  I was up in the middle of the night with the boys for months and how did I deal with the sleep deprivation?  I was happily watching 90210. 

And I am sorry, but this song was awesome, even if Ray DID hit Donna. 

http://youtu.be/csATriX8Ed0

I really want one of these T-shirts......

This is the best....this was a great episode.

HAHA!

Have a great Friday!  I am so ready for the weekend.

-Britt

Hump Day Top 10.....On Thursday (oops)

I forgot that it was Wednesday yesterday.  Seriously, I did.  I have been so tired, I barely know my middle name, much less the day of the week.  And I was kidding....it's Elizabeth.  :)

I am not trying to sound like Scrooge, but seriously, I am already sick of Christmas and it isn't even December yet.  Luckily though, I couldn't come up with 10 reasons that I am already irritated with Christmas this year, so the other 4 are things I am excited about.

1. It's about Jesus, but we've all forgotten about that. We spend ridiculous amounts of money on crap we don't need, which is ironic since Jesus was a poor man and came to Earth that way for a reason.....to teach us that money, power and greed is NOT what life is about.  But we are humans and we are stupid, so what do we do?  We go into debt buying crap we can't afford and ultimately distract ourselves from God and Jesus' message.  I am not saying I don't partake in presents, but everything about the season not pertaining to Jesus' birthday really is a distraction, which is the hardest part about being a Christian....staying focused and on the right path.  I am an easily distracted person anyway, so when it comes to God, I know that I am bound to struggle keeping my eyes on him and not all of the other crap in the world.  So thanks a lot, Santa, Christmas music, cookies, trees and twinkle lights. 
2. People who decorate THANKSGIVING DAY and the day after.  They are overachievers and they aggravate me.  Come on, people.  It's like they're the damn Who's in Who-ville, singing Christmas carols in July.  Weirdos. 
3. Stressed out people looking for deals.  It's supposed to be a fun and happy time, but like everything else these Type-A jerks tarnish, they do it to the holidays too.  Their lives wouldn't be complete if they weren't ruining Christmas.
4. The Beach Boys' Christmas song.  There is a line in their Chrismtas song that says "Christmas comes this time each year....".  Huh huh huh....really?  I didn't know that!  It comes every year?  It's so retarded.  It is the dumbest song and what's worse is that he sings it like Forrest Gump too.  I'll post a link at the bottom.
5. Traffic.  Enough said.
6. I miss my family.  None of my family lives here.  It upsets me sometimes.

Here are the reasons I am looking forward to Christmas:

1. My kids' happiness and excitement.  Watching them is wonderful.  It's so satisfying to see your children genuinely happy.
2. Christmas movies.
3. Wham.....ok, I talk about this every year.  This is my favorite Christmas song ever.  It is so cheesy and wonderful and I love it.  Here's the link to Last Christmas, WHAM.  It reminds me of when I was a little girl.  http://youtu.be/60obcSGXAHQ
4. Midnight Mass. 

Here's the link to Little Saint Nick.  Christmas comes this time each year.  Huh huh huh huh, omg!  So does my birthday! huh huh huh huh

http://youtu.be/gU_GsIKxse0

Stranger than Sketch Comedy

Have you ever come across a person who seems like a parody of themselves?  You know the moment I'm talking about....when you realize that you aren't on the set of Saturday Night Live, but that the person in front of you is real and that Ashton Kutcher isn't about to jump out and tell you that you just got Punked?  (That was so 10 years ago, by the way.) 

There is a lady in my Zumba class whom I have refrained from writing about because it seems cruel, but I can't help it now, so this means that you either get to enjoy hearing me make fun of her or you get to call me a mean bitch.

There is probably no way that I can even begin to describe this person without sounding like I am exaggerating, but I am going to try.  She's probably 50,  she looks like she injected MSG directly into the skin underneath her eyes, she's of Asian descent, she wears see-through shiny pants (that show her thong) and I swear there's a tramp stamp on her right wrinkled butt cheek.  I know I saw it.  I looked to others for confirmation, but none of the girls I was standing with wanted to look; they said it was too gross.  I was mesmerized.  I look at her like she's one of those 6-foot contortionists who can stuff themselves into a glass box.  Mesmerizing.  I have never seen anyone so bizarre and I wonder how it happened.

Anyway, she stands in front of the class and dances and shouts, but, see, this is where I can't explain it.  It's the most painful "dancing" I have ever seen, and what's worse than her spastic gyrations is the fact that she goes up to people and practically humps them.  She floats around the room and goes in the opposite direction from the rest of us and to this blonde right here, it makes me confuse my right from my left.  She is flat-out distracting and it takes every morsel of strength that I can possibly muster to keep from laughing.  I swear to you, if she humps me, I am kicking her in her tramp stamp.  I'm guessing it's a butterfly.

So let's talk about Saturday.  We do this cute line dance to a song about going to Louisiana.  It's similar to the Cupid Shuffle.  I work for a Louisiana-style restaurant and I am in charge of the social media, including our Facebook page. I thought "how cute would it be to post this dance on our page?  Henry LOVES videos."  So I talked to my friends in the class about doing it and one of my friends said "Don't let the weird lady hear you or she'll try to be in it!"  Ok, seriously, I am not doing this lady justice.  If I posted her, everyone would think that it was a joke and that the restaurant was making fun of her.  I'm totally serious.  It's that bad.  So I walk over to the teacher and try to be discreet.  I talked to her and the lady heard me.  She was like PUMPED.  I mean pumped, man.  She was GUNG ho, going Gangnam Style.  So what did this mean girl do? (I mean me.)  I cut her out.  I turned my entire body in front of her, cutting her out of the conversation I was having with the teacher.  You know what she did?  She called me out!  She said "Excuse me!  I am in this conversation too!" She wiggled back into the conversation.  On one hand, good for her for sticking up for herself, I was really being a bitch.  But then again, really? You just invited yourself into this conversation and I wasn't inviting you to be filmed for a video, which was my idea, for MY job.  Do you work there?  No.  Over my lifeless body will you participate.  Yes, I was being a mean girl, but she shouldn't assume that I want her to participate. I surely don't want her humping people in the video.  I don't think that it would be in good taste.  Anyway, I turned to the teacher and said "Never mind.  Can I get your number and we'll plan another time to do it?"  The teacher said yes and I got her number.  One of my friends in the class said she has a plan for if the crazy lady shows up.  She said that she's going to say "You have to sign a waiver, and she doesn't have anymore, so sorry."

It's like the 4th grade all over again except we're excluding a crazy old lady who humps people, wears see-through clothing and dances spastically to Pit Bull. 

Sweetness from 1997

My friend, Katie, asked me for my email address this morning and I just now checked it.  She found a speech she had written for speech class in 1997, which would have made us sophomores I think.

It is funny and so sweet; I had to post it.

 

Isn't that so awesome?  It's like I died and got to see what someone would say behind my back, but I didn't die and I get to read it.  Awesome, Katie.  I'm glad I taught you such important things and that I am such a jackass that it's always entertaining.  HAHA!  Love you!

-Britt

Weekend Recap

It is very cold this morning and I still ordered iced coffee so I could get it into my system as quickly as possible.  Why?  I slept for two hours last night.  I should have just injected it into my veins.  UGH, and you wanna know why I slept for two hours?  Because I didn't work out.  I have to work out, otherwise I lay there, wide awake.  I do that anyway to a certain degree, but it's worse when I don't work out. 

SO....the freakin' weekend....Friday night I went to the gym, ate dinner, and read a book.  I forced myself to go to bed at a decent time.  Saturday morning I woke up and felt awesome.  I made breakfast, went to Zumba and went shopping with Kerri because she had to get a dress for the wedding we were going to that night.  Our friend, Lauren, was getting married. 

I'll post some pictures, but first I have to talk about this wedding.  It was really beautiful, first of all.  But what I really want to talk about is the pool.   In the back there was a tent and heaters.  The pool kind of curved around and merged into the tent a bit.  We were all talking about how we thought that someone would fall in by the end of the night, but we had no idea....

We were all in the tent, listening to the heart-warming speeches when "SPLASHHHHH".  Everyone gasped and turned around.  We had a feeling it would happen, but then again, we couldn't believe that it had actually happened.  We definitely thought that it would happen at the end of the night when alcohol could be the culprit.  No such luck.  The poor girl who fell in was one of the bride's best friends and she was in a beautiful cream dress.  She thought she could maneuver around someone and she misjudged.  She laughed when they pulled her out, but we all felt terrible for her.  HER BAG was soaked!!!  She came back out dry, even her bag, and I have no idea how they achieved that.  My friend, Kerri, said it was like she went through a Jetson's clothes changer.

Mikey and Tony

Kerri, Ms. Diva, (heehee, aka Chardon) and me

Me, Kerri, and Crystalle

Me and Crystalle at Donavan's after the wedding

Lauren, the beautiful bride

One cute couple

Yesterday I got stuff done and rested.  Last night a couple of my adorable hostesses, Ashleigh and Jamie, came over to watch "Mean Girls" and eat pizza with me and Lindsey while the boys played with cars.  They love my kids and Lindsey adores them.  She's so cute.  She texts Ashleigh; Ashleigh is 19.  I think it's good for her to have an outlet other than mom. 

That was pretty much my weekend for the most part.

Back to work.

Flashback Friday-Ditty

I loved this song.  Remember this one? 

http://youtu.be/ROVkXEBeQWE

Happy Thanksgiving

I am thankful that I am a thankful person.  If you aren't thankful, you can't be happy because you don't see all of the good that you have in your life.  I am blessed in so many ways, even when things are rough.  Even in our darkest hour, there are things to be thankful for.

I love my family, I love my friends, I love God, and I am thankful that he has given me so much to be happy about.  I don't know why I have been given so much and I have never known why, but I don't need to.  I can just be thankful and smile.

I hope you have a great Thanksgiving with your loved ones and that you realize how special you are to the world.

Thank you for always reading! :)

-Britt

Ellie Goulding

So far I love everything I have heard by Ellie Goulding.  I'd like to walk around her brain for a day.  She seems so creative; all of her stuff is so whimsical and romantic.

http://youtu.be/fBf2v4mLM8k

Talk about Stretchy

One of our adorable hostesses, Tristin, went to Gatlinburg with some of her sorority sisters this past weekend.  She filmed this video below on the car ride.  I laughed so hard, I almost sprayed my coffee all over everyone.

After seeing this, I wonder how people get pregnant when they use condoms.  I mean, really???? 

Have a great day!

Gotta Love 'Em

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUFL2GT1-2g&sns=fb

Your Body is a Wonderland.....of rainforest bacteria

This is so weird and nasty, so of course, I had to share.....

http://www.zmescience.com/medicine/belly-button-microbial-fauna-14112012/

Guess who just became obsessed with scrubbing her belly button.

Thanks to Matti T. for this link. :)

Flashback Friday-Beer Cap Belt

My friend, Hilary, and I loved our beer cap belts in high school. These weren't the type of things that you could wear more than once; we MAY have worn them a couple of times. We thought that they were funny to wear out drinking.  Anyone else own one of these?  It stopped being cool to me when I realized that there are better things to drink than beer. It's too bubbly and it makes me sick.  I used to be a Coors Light girl, thanks to my dad.

Little Hands

If you say that you don't like kids, I will probably cock my head to the side and look at you as if you have an eye on your forehead.  No offense, but I just don't understand it.  I understand not wanting any or feeling that parenting is just not for you...actually, more people SHOULD say that.  But I don't understand not having an appreciation for children.  Let's not forget that we were all kids at some point.  Didn't you hate those adults who acted like they had never been children?  I remember calling someone out when I was a kid.  He was rude and I said "Why do you act like you weren't a kid?  You weren't born an adult." I got into trouble for being disrespectful.  To this day, this man is an excellent friend to adults, but he just isn't a kid-person.  I tried to be as obnoxious as I could to this guy, so I without a doubt, solidified his views.

Anyway, I love kids and I am so relieved and blessed that God gave me two at a time, twice.  When I was a little girl, I used to pray for a lot of kids when I grew up.  I feared that the world would end and I wouldn't get to have a baby, so I prayed that I could at least have one before He came back to Earth.  I never cared about my wedding dress, I wanted kids.  I love them so much.  I love their little voices, the things they say, their soft skin, their innocence, their creativity and imaginations, their curiosity, and their tiny little feet and hands.  Surely if you don't like kids, you can admit that a child's tiny little hand is about the sweetest thing ever, right?  When you can place it in the center of your freezing cold hand and it totally fits and it's warm in yours, it's precious.

So about these little, precious hands.....

I love these hands, but as sweet as they are, they are just as messy and hazardous.  Little handprints wind up on the walls, the windows, the mirrors...these are all places to expect them.  But there are places that you don't expect to see them. 

When you are a mom, sometimes you show up places with little handprints on your butt, or at least I do.  A couple of weeks ago I had a powdered sugar handprint right on my booty, in my yoga pants, at the gym.  It would not come off.  I wiped it as much as I could, but eventually just shrugged my shoulders and got on with it. 

Hey, Mamas....am I the only one, or do your children like to walk up to you and smack your butts too?

Hump Day Top 10-My Favorite Inanimate Objects

1. Lip Gloss.  I am not kidding.  I am a lip gloss junkie.  I own like 247 tubes of lip gloss.  I love the packaging, I love the shininess that becomes my lips, and I love having a million different colors.  Ok, ok, so they are pretty much all the same color, but they have different smells to them.  So next time someone asks me why my purse is so heavy, I guess I will tell them it's because of my lip gloss.



This is just what is in my purse.

2. Yoga Pants.  They are the preppy girl's version of sweats.  Plus, I work out like every day and they are essential to my life. I do appreciate a nice pair of drawstring sweats that hang comfortably though.  Ok, so I am thinking that maybe I should just say clothes in general are my favorite.  I am a total girl.  I WOULD love shoes, but they hurt my feet, so....I have an issue with them, unlike most girls.  I wish I could go barefoot every day.
3. My Chandelier Earrings. I have such long hair, I love a pair of beautiful, dangly earrings.  My favorite jewelry all comes from Banana Republic or Express.  I love these pieces.
4. A Shell. When Carson was about a year and a half, he found a shell at the beach and gave it to me.  The look on his face was so intentional, he wanted me to have it.  It wasn't like when he handed me Peanut Butter and Jelly crusts and half chewed Goldfish.  He wanted me to have this shell. I wrote the date on it and put it in my jewelry box.



These are my favorite socks.  I need more. 
Look at my little dude, Carson. Look at his little hand. 

5. These stripy Socks.  I am a very cold-natured person.  Somewhere along the lines, I learned that if I wore these high socks, I could stay warm.  I wear them as much as possible around the house.
6. My Purse.  My grey Coach bag is one of my favorite things, ever. This bag has made my life easier beyond belief and she goes with anything. By the way, her name is Lindsey.  Coach named her, I didn't.
7. Anything that my kids make me and all of my pictures.  I feel like my heart would rip out if I lost these things. 
8. My Giant Scrapbook.  My mom made this for me when I graduated from high school. I wish I had taken a picture of this book.  It's at least a foot high.  It's my life up until age 18.
9. A Giant Coffee Mug. I love a gigantic mug, preferably bigger than my head.  The bigger, the better.
10. My French Posters.



This is just one of them.  I have these posters in every room of my house.

    

To Be Quiet or Not To Be

Do you ever spot something that is complete bullcrap and you know that you have no choice but to keep your mouth shut?  I really hate that.  I hate keeping my mouth shut.  I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.  I hate it, but at the same time, I really hate myself after letting my mouth fly open sometimes so ultimately, I am better off thinking before I speak.  Immediate regret settles in after losing my head and it just doesn't work well for me because I beat myself up constantly.  Even if I am totally right or it's really how I feel, it's just not a good idea to let my mouth pop off.  I always pay for it later and feel sick about it.

I do wonder sometimes if I'll let it all go one day, have no filter and become one of those old ladies who say exactly what's on their mind and don't hesitate to let you know because they know that life is short and that you just shouldn't give a damn....I really hope not.

I saw something on Facebook this morning that made me sick and I know that it would be socially unacceptable to say anything about it, just as socially unacceptable as it was for the person to post it.  It is so sad, it is so pathetic, and it's a bunch of crap.....but if I said something, all it would do is cause me a headache. 

I have a dream, and it's to say "F*** Off" to someone someday.  I have never said that to anyone.  I feel like it would be a monumental moment in my life, but I would risk liking it too much and saying it to anyone who made me mad until the day I die.....

The dude at the drycleaners who said he didn't ruin my shirt, the girl who asked what I "do all day" when I stayed home with my kids, the dipshit who grabbed my ass in a crowded bar and I couldn't find who the hand belonged to, my science teacher who told me I looked good in jeans when I was 14, the devil lady who tried to get me to give my oldest twins up for adoption, every guy who has ever laid a hand on me....

A girl can dream.  I sit there in shock and say absolutely nothing. 

I Divorce Thee

My friend, Kerri, and I were talking about how weird it is that all Middle Eastern men have to do to legally divorce their wives is to say "I divorce thee" three times.  That's it.  That's all they have to do and the woman is out on the streets without a penny to her name.  Very sad, but you can be sure that Kerri and I found the humor in it.

Kerri: Do you think they say it twice and stop right before the third time just to tease their wives when they are fighting?

HAHAHAHA!  I laughed.

"I divorce thee, I divorce theeeeee........that's right.  Don't ever make pork chops like that for dinner ever again."

"I divorce thee, I divorce thee, I dddddddd----dddddd----dddddddddddddddd.......DON'T make me do it!  That's what I thought.  I don't need directions, I know where I'm going."

You know, when I get to Heaven, I fully plan on asking God the things that I'll never figure out while here on Earth.  Along with my questions, I have one request from God.  I want to ask God to see just ONE Muslim man's face the second he gets there and realizes that there aren't 12 golden virgins waiting on him, that's assuming that those men even go to Heaven.  I mean, now we're getting into a totally different discussion about their god, etc.  Also, any man who treats their wife like a cow probably won't be there in the first place. 

On a side note, how stupid are these men for wanting virgins?  Virgins have a shelf life of one second.  You can be a virgin for 15 years and in one second, you're not.  Once it's done, it's done.  You can't reverse virginity.  It makes no sense.  Unless they think in Heaven the virgins will stay virgins?  Now how does that make sense?  Where's the intrigue?  I think they need a new dream, like a 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO.

But for writing's sake, can you picture their faces when they arrive to the gates and are told that there are no virgins waiting for them?  Especially the ones who died just for that reason.  It would be very funny to me! 

Have a great Monday!

Curiosity

I am so interested in the idea of curiosity, hence my obsession with Alice in Wonderland. It is the seeking of information, trivial or not, good or bad, healthy or poisonous.  It is such an innocent and naive quality.  Where I am most interested is that in the pursuit of being curious, you essentially become less innocent because you gain knowledge about the world.  Then I think about how education sets you free....free from ignorance and poverty and so many other things.  Does it rob your bliss?

I don't know many people who ever regret becoming wiser, even if knowledge isn't blissful, except maybe cowards or really boring and stupid people.  I'm not sure that anyone truly wants to go back to black and white once they see color.  You definitely become a better person through knowledge.  Think of all of the stupid, ignorant, racist, evil people who destroy the world because they live in their little blissful world.  Knowledge is good for sure.  Anyway, it's an interesting paradox, one that goes all the way back to the Garden of Eden.  I believe that we were built to be curious creatures.  We are all curious by nature.

My sister-in-law once told me that her uncle said to be careful while educating yourself because you risk losing your soul.....That freaked me out because I am very curious.  Then I thought about it again and the more curious I am and the more I seek information, the more I understand others and become an even better person.  So does curiosity kill the cat?  Or does the cat save his lives by knowing to dodge trucks and dogs? I guess it depends on what you're curious about. 

So think about it.  If you saw in black and white and then all of a sudden you learned what color was, would you want to go back to black and white?   Think about "The Wizard of Oz".  Isn't it so much better when the creepy Munchkins come out in color?   Or is it just me?

It all started here.

Hmmmm, this looks interesting.

Kansas sucks.

Really?

Pandora and her box....we've all been there.

Labyrinth

Flashback Friday-Fruit Roll-Ups

I have an addiction to candy.  Seriously.  I love candy like a fat kid, and I consider myself to be a candy connoisseur.  Anything sour that will eventually lead to the ripping and disintegrating of my taste buds is awesome.  Starburst are awesome, Sweet Tarts are awesome….I could go on and on.  I am not a big chocolate or cake kind of person.  Give me a bag of Sour Patch Kids and I am good to go.

But this is all about one candy today, and that is the fantastic Fruit Roll-Up.

My love affair with Fruit Roll-Ups……

When I was a little girl, my mom never let me eat sugar.  She used to pick me up from my grandma’s and would find me sneaking Circus Peanuts (so gross, by the way) under the table, like a little mouse.  I once tricked my grandpa into buying me Fruit Roll-Ups when I was a little girl.  I said “My mom always buys me TWO boxes…” and he fell for it, or he simply felt sorry for me because I never got sugar.

When I was five, I won a scholarship to go to Suzuki camp, for violin.  Suzuki teaches kids how to play music by ear.  Anyway, I remember nothing about it except that I was there alone with my mom and I knew that something was wrong.  I didn’t know at the time, but she was divorcing my dad.  The reason I knew that there was something big going on was because she bought me as many boxes of Fruit Roll-Ups as I wanted, and I ate them any time I damn well pleased. 

When I was in high-school, a boy I dated sent me flowers, but instead of flowers, they were Fruit Roll-Ups on green “stems”.  It was the best.  It was very sweet, and very creative. 

About the Fruit Roll-Up…..

Here are a few things that suck about the new ones…..

1.      The cut-outs.  They used to be one smooth, silky surface.  I liked it that way.

2.      They don’t make grape anymore.

3.      They make “multi-colored” ones, and they just aren’t that great.  My tongue is very confused by the tie-dye monstrosity.

4.      The “tattoo” ones…Suck.

5.      The mini ones….Suck. That’s like giving King Kong an ant to eat. 

Ways I’ve learned to eat a Fruit Roll-Up…..

1.      Crumple it up and stuff the entire thing into your mouth.

2.      Take little baby bites.

3.      Fold it into a nice, geometric shape, like a triangle or a square first and then take bites.

4.      Wrap it around your pointer finger and suck on it.

5.      Roll it up like a stick and eat it.

See, I just never grew up.  You should see me bite the heads off of my Gummy Bears……very methodically.

Have a WONDERFUL weekend!!!!

A Gentleman

A guy told me something very sweet the other day and it was so freaking adorable that I have to share it.  He read it from a book of quotes; it is very wise.
He said "A boy will make his girl jealous of other women, but a gentleman will make other women jealous of his girl."

Ok, now everyone say at the same time "Awwwwwwww!!!!" 

So true.  Now go dump your boyfriends.....

Hump Day 10-Things I Am Sure About

1. God is real.  Be open and allow him to do his work.
2. Your job as a friend is to listen. Just be there and shut up until they ask you for your opinion.
3. You cannot fix someone who does not want to be fixed.  Don't have a Pollyanna outlook on life.....people show you who they are, and sometimes they are not as good as you'd like to believe.  Accept that people are not like you and you'll never be able to make them better unless they want to be.
4. Never say never or always.  You will be sure to choke on your words and you'll kick your own ass later.
5. Don't judge people.  You are going to have an opinion because we all do to a certain degree,  but understand that we're all human and have a different perspective based on what has happened to us.  You never know when you'll be in that situation, so it's best to be an understanding and open-minded person.  The way I look at it is this: I'm not God, thankfully, and it isn't my job to figure it out. Everyone has something redeeming about them; enjoy that.
6. Education opens doors.
7. Men and women are different, and that's all there is to it.  Enjoy the differences and accept it.
8. No other person can make you complete. Be your own person, stand on your own two feet and find happiness on your own.  You'll be better for someone else as YOU.
9. You teach people how to treat you.  Dr. Phil was right about this, even though he is an arrogant ass.  People can demand respect and not deserve it, and people can deserve respect and not demand it, but you have to both deserve and demand respect to truly gain it.  Be a decent person to deserve it and then hold your head high and tell people what is and isn't acceptable so there isn't confusion later on.  (Easier said than done, if you are passive.) 
10. You will experience the same problem over and over until you learn your lesson.  You should be constantly growing and changing, or you may as well be dead.  Suck it up, stand up straight and don't let it happen again.

Election Day Blues

I have nothing to say.

http://youtu.be/w211KOQ5BMI

Weekend Recap

I had a great weekend with the kids.  Kerri came over Friday night and we watched one of our favorite movies, "Serendipity", and pigged out.  Saturday morning I took the kids to the gym and then we had a picnic and went to the playground for about four hours.  Kerri and her kids met up with us.  It was so beautiful outside and so relaxing to lay on a blanket and do nothing but watch the kids have fun and talk with Kerri.




View from my blanket

 We pretty much did the same thing Saturday night.  The kids all played upstairs and we watched "21 Jumpstreet".  I felt like I was in Pilates, I was laughing so hard.  When they trip on that drug and Channing Tatum says something about the Flux Capacitor and radioactive spiders with a board full of 4's, I was rolling.  We laughed the whole time.  Great movie.  It's been a while since I laughed that hard, and I am easily amused.  I wake myself sometimes from laughing at my dreams.  Seriously.

Yesterday I got a bunch of stuff done.  I went to the grocery store because if I didn't, I was going to have to eat Bisquick powder and salad dressing for a meal.  I also cleaned the house and worked on the laundry.  I played with the kids.....typical Sunday stuff. 

Carson is already a gamer.  This is how he spent his Sunday afternoon. 
I love how he used his rocking horse as a foot rest.  Haha

Good weekend.  I feel rested for Monday morning.

Flashback Friday-Embarrassing Moments

I didn't have time to write yesterday, so I am posting some Halloween pictures before I go into Flashback Friday.  I felt like a mouse on a wheel yesterday.  By the time I get the kids, clean, do some laundry, go to the gym, take a shower and get everyone to bed, it's usually 10:00.....if I'm lucky.

The pictures below are completely out of order because I didn't have to time to be meticulous about it. 

Carson as Woody, trying to to take a picture

Hannah and Lindsey

Mama and Buzz...by the way, I had shoe polish on my face
from being a football player

Logan decided at the last minute to throw on Brad's afro and go Trick-or-Treating.
He's too cool to actually PLAN on dressing up.

Fell asleep after 15 minutes of riding in the wagon

My little Dude.

Grammy took this while I was at work

My two sets

Logan and Buzz

Lindsey and Carson are always smiling for the camera

This is why having twins rocks....the costumes

"MY brudder"

Did you notice that Lindsey is Alice in Wonderland, except she was
the sweet kind? Leave the other Alice to Mom.

He refused to take off his helmet....even though he couldn't see.

Flashback Friday-Embarrassing moments

One of my friends fell the other day and she said she was embarrassed and screwed her knee up.  Her heel got caught in a crack and she went down.  To my friend out there, I hope your knee is better! You inspired this entry!

I was thinking about times that I have been really embarrassed and I thought to make her feel better, I would write about them.  There isn't much that makes me blush because I usually make fun of myself before anyone else has a chance to, but I have realized that there is one thing that embarrasses me and always has.  I get really embarrassed when people yell at me.  I put my head down like a little dog and feel like crawling into a hole.  I could have my skirt stuck in my pantyhose and not blush as quickly as if someone belittles me in front of someone else.  It's weird.  Thankfully, I was a good kid for the most part and didn't get a lot of spankings.  I got so embarrassed when I was in trouble. 

There are a couple on the list that don't have to do with getting yelled at....

1. I played violin when I was a kid.  When I was around 5 or so, I remember having a recital and we all sat on the floor in a big group while we waited for our turn.  I remember standing up at the wrong time and realizing that they had announced another group.  I remember thinking "Maybe I should stand the whole time and no one will notice" but then I decided that sitting down was the best idea because I didn't know their song.  I sat down, hoping that no one would notice the dumb five-year-old who stood up when it wasn't her turn.
2. I remember getting yelled at in front of a couple who was talking to my parents; I was 4.  My parents said that we would go out for ice-cream, but they just kept talking and talking and talking, so to speed them up, I grabbed the car keys and went to the car and started the ignition.  They turned around and started screaming at me, thinking I was going to drive away.  I sulked and started crying because they had scolded me in front of the other couple.  I wasn't going to drive away!
3. My mom had a friend over and I was playing the Dirty Dancing soundtrack.  I wanted to be an actress, so I often played out movie scenes.  Well, the one I picked was when Jennifer Grey crawls on her hands and knees and sings "Babaaaay, ooooh, babaaaay".  You know the one.  Well, I went to my mom and her friend and acted it out and my mom screamed at me and said "Don't ever do that again!"  I cried and didn't know what I did wrong, but I only cared because a stranger was there.
4. When I was in middle school, I had suggested to my science teacher that maybe if we used a larger percentage of our brain, like Einstein, we could do things that we hadn't thought possible.  I used the example of flying.  I wasn't saying that I thought we could fly, but I picked something that we thought was aerodynamically impossible.  But what if it was possible and we didn't know it?  At lunch that day, this dumbass kid (Wes) stood on a picnic table and said "Look, Brittany!  I can fly!"  He was flapping his arms, like a douche.  But I wanted to cry; I hated him so much.  Now, looking back, what I said made sense and he was the dummy that didn't understand it because he didn't know simple things, like what grass was.  But at the time, I was embarrassed.
5. I failed my driver's test and had to go and tell everyone that I didn't get my license.  That sucked.  I was a terrible driver. 

I can't imagine the day that I face God and he tells me everything I did wrong.  I'll probably send myself to Hell out of pure shame and embarrassment.