A lotta totally useless, random stuff.
Is "lotta" even a word? If you were a member of SBC Arkadelphia in, say October 2002, you might be grinning right now. Becky? Are you laughing with me?
Why can't I sleep past 5:30am lately? Why oh why oh why? At least I get lots of stuff accomplished while my kids are still sleeping.
They're on a late-late schedule. Sleeping late in the mornings and staying up way too late at night. I like the sleeping in part, but I'd prefer an earlier bedtime. Mainly so I can have control of the television remote. One can only take so much iCarly and Wizards of Waverly Place.
Is anyone else intrigued by all the college football conference shake-ups? I find it soooooooo interesting. Speaking of college football conferences, does anyone else remember this picture of the old Southwest Conference from back in the day? I think the A&M Aggie and the TCU Horned Frog are hysterical.
My girls spent EIGHT hours cleaning their room yesterday. EIGHT hours. It was a huge mess and I told them that I was not doing it for them this time. So they spent the majority of the day in their room coming up with reasons why the task was overwhelming for them. When they finally got serious about getting it done, it took them 35 minutes. The motivator? A trip to Coldstone for ice cream. Clearly, I'm not above bribery.
I thought I had a buy one get one free coupon for Coldstone but by the time I realized that I didn't, it was too late. There was no convincing them that a one dollar cone from McDonald's was just as good. At the exact moment the Coldstone cashier was swiping my debit card, I looked over at (nameless child) who was trying hard to hold back tears as they picked up the pieces of their red-velvet-cake-with-rainbow-sprinkles-in-a-waffle-bowl off of the floor. I bit my tongue and did what any good mom would do. I bought (nameless child) another one. That ended up being one very expensive ice cream outing. And would you believe (nameless child) dropped it again inside the back door when we got home? Drama.
Sarah's one regret about camp last week was that she didn't buy this bible from the camp store. I'll refrain from giving you a list of all the thing she did buy. She has several Bibles, but evidently this is the cool one to have. Since it was only $3.50 and since she's been reading and journaling every night before bed, I ordered one for her.
Me: Will, do you want one of these bibles too?
Will: No, mom. I already have a bible.
Me: I know, I just thought you might want one like this. It's an NIV. What translation is yours?
Will: (exasperated) I don't know, Mom. It's THE HOLY BIBLE!!! Isn't that all that matters?
Cracked me up.
My physical therapist is sending a report to my doctor suggesting she refer me to an orthopedist for further diagnostic testing. Turns out I might not have tendinitis after all, but possibly something more serious. UGH. I'm still sad and mad and disappointed by this injury. And I still can't walk without pain.
I really, really want to paint my bedroom this week. And make a shower curtain for my bathroom. I don't know if any of that will happen or not but it's on my mental "fun" list.
I think I've decided to go with tile in my kitchen. I had talked myself into a mid-to-high end wood laminate but after seeing all the smudges on the samples I had in my kitchen I decided my obsessive cleaning disorder wouldn't be able to live with that. I also need something that can handle the wet snow that gets tracked in for seven months out of the year. Yes, it will be cold (all the more reason to get some UGG slippers) and yes, I'll have to be careful about dropping things on it but I think it's the most practical choice for us. Now I'm just waiting on our friend (who specializes in tile flooring) to come give me an estimate.
See? I told you. A whole lotta totally useless, random schtuff. I think I'll go eat some breakfast. And get a shower. And enjoy another summer day. We're going to see The Karate Kid with some friends later. Can't wait!