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I’ve Moved!

Dearest Friends,

So I am moving to blogger because I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get a pretty blog on wordpress. And I was feeling left out because all my friends have such lovely, skinny blogs with great hair cuts and fabulous shoes.

It wasn’t fair.

And, I hate to admit it, I really want some blinkies! So now I plan to go a little crazy with the bling and stuff, but I know you love me anyway…for who I am inside…right?

So now you’re dying to see the new pimped out blog right?  Okay, it’s www.barnaclebutt.blogspot.com.  Come quick.  And don’t worry, I’m still working on it, I’ll get my blogroll up soon.  We’re totally still friends.

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Happy Day

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I wrote this last night, but it didn’t post.

Today was a good day.

I went to this really very heavenly used book store in Clayton that I found a couple of weeks ago.  It is small but stuffed with great books, new and used.  So after the kids went to school I sorted out some books I was pretty sure I wouldn’t need to read again, Midwives but not The Time Traveler’s Wife, The Thirteenth Tale, but not Bel Canto, and I got $36 in store credit which I promptly spent, plus $15 more because…oh, who needs a reason.

I am  excited to read Labyrinth, by Kate Mosse.  I have a very good feeling about it.

Then I went to Little Caesars for their $5 hot and ready pepperoni pizza, since it was right next door.  It’s not like I usually need a whole pizza for lunch.  When AdreAnn and I were roommates our freshman year at BYU, we used to scramble together $5 and order Little Caesars (we would beg for extra cheese), then we would wait outside for the delivery guy and attempt to sneak the pizza back into our room without any of our lurvly U-hall dorm sisters detecting it.  Once we were safely locked in our room we would roll up a towel and stuff it against the door/floor crack to block the smell from wafting out into the hall, and we’d turn off the lights and eat in the dark so it would look like no one was home.

That’s how much we didn’t want to share.  I make no apologies.

After lunch I picked kids up from school and had them help me right some of the mess in the yard from rain, weeds, leaves, and falling palm fronds.  Jonathan learned how to work the blower.

And finally, we went to my parents house for yet more pizza and watched last nights American Idol.  I didn’t really like anyone tonight.  Maybe the blond country singer.

And now, I’ll drift off to sleep with my new book in my hands, my sweetheart by my side, and my faithful dog at my feet.  Nothing could be finer.

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My Little Secret

I have a secret.  Sometimes, when you are a grown man you wear stretchy pants alone in your room.  Just for fun.

No, I just wanted to say that.  My real secret is that sometimes I take myself and my book out to lunch.  I know stay at home moms are supposed to protect the secret that our job is the best gig in the world, but really, I love my dates with my bad self.  Usually about twice a month I will find myself fed up to there with cooking, laundry, the dirty entry way, chip bags under the coffee table, planning dinners, arguing about who is going to practices, wiping the dog’s muddy feet, and whatever else sends me over the edge that day.

A moment of quiet reflection will ensue.  I will ponder, “how can I get my good attitude back and even appreciate the blessing I have in being a stay at home mom?” 

And the answer is like a sweet and light hand on my shoulder saying, “go to lunch.” 

For me, eating out and a good book are some of the best therapy there is.  So yesterday, I went to this awsome burger joint down the street called The Counter.  And I self medicated with the best sweet potato fries evah.  I am reading The Dive From Clauson’s Pier.fries1

And then I emerged refreshed, and today I am ready to face whatever comes my way.  I can say that because my mom and I are planning to go shopping and get pedicures.  You should go.  Maybe the same thing will happen to you.

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The Fabulous Flying Budget

Marc and I are on a budget.  He says we are both on this budget, but mostly I am on the budget because it is mostly my job to buy the stuff makes our world go round.  Gag.  I don’t like to budget.  Spending is easier. 

But I believe in this budget and I really do want to make it work so I am trying…trying with a true and sincere heart (do you hear that babe?) to spend our money wisely.  Oh right, and to SAVE money.  Because saving is BEST. 

Don’t you think that if I spend less on something that absolutely has to be bought then that should count as saving?   I should get credit for it, perhaps in the form of back scratches and positive statements like, “you are doing great and deserve to go out to dinner at Cheesecake and have tuna tar-tar.”

So perhaps you also are on a  little budget?  If you are, here is something I recently found:make-up

It turns out that the Loreal Bare Naturale Mineral foundation works exactly the same as Bare Minerals.  And by exactly I mean that it looks just the same on me, not that I’ve actually read the ingredients or anything, but it only costs $12 instead of $25.  That totally counts, right!  As saving! 

You’re welcome.  Oooh, and let me know if you know of any great deals out there, because I believe in this budget.  I’m going to keep telling myself that.

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Be Mine?

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Happy Valentines Day! 

My valentine doesn’t really like public displays of affection, but I do for the silly reason that I think it proves to the world that he loves me.  Right.  I said it was silly.  I know.

But I’m PDA-ing my flowers anyway.  And he took me to Sushi Groove, because raw fish is the food of love.  I’m not joking about that. 

I love you Marc.  Thank you for another lovely Valentines day.

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Here’s to New Friends

  

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So in my church there is this thing called Visiting Teaching and it is where two woman are asked to be companions and visit two or more other women from the congregation.  I’ve been doing it pretty much all of my adult life.   It’s like a way for all of the women to stay connected, check up on each other (in a good way), make friends, serve each other and all the other good stuff you might imagine comes from such a program, like cookies.

So I’m supposed to visit this sweet lady named Angela.  She is about my age, super cute, a great dresser, and lets Ellie walk home with her daughter everyday after school.  I’ve been uber lucky to meet her and even though I’m supposed to be taking care of her, I’d definitely say she’s been taking care of me.

Last week when I came to pick up Ellie she gave me this pin cushin that she made for me.  I love it.  Thank you visiting teaching, and thank you Angela; I feel more at home in Walnut Creek each time I stick a pin in it.

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Missing Brain Parts

Sometimes Dave Barry talks about missing brain parts.  I’m glad he does because it makes me feel better that a successful and famous person has deficiencies similar to mine.  I’m hoping that sharing the saga of my missing brain parts will bouy you up at this Christmas season. 

Not that I am particularly successful or famous, but still, I do make a nice holiday punch.

So, the parts.  The brain parts I am missing are the very ones that allow most people (don’t be smug here) to keep their lives organized  in such a way that they actually do the things they are supposed to do and show up at the places they are supposed to show up at; they keep track of appointments, and use the calendar programs on their computers.

Believe me, I have tried using the outlook calendar, but you have to type things in…and then remember to look at it.

So anyway, a lot of the time I can fake like I know how to do this.  Probably some people think I’m an actual grown up even.  But then a weekend like this one comes along and I am firmly reminded of my missing brain parts!

On Saturday morning Jonathan’s Odyssey of the Mind team met at our house.  After they left I took my cookies and white elephant gift over to Dayna’s holiday party.  Then I rushed home to finish cleaning and cooking for the small holiday thingie Marc and I were hosting that night.

So far so good. 

Then said small party begins, everything is going well, blah, blah, blah, and then THE DUMBWAITER NEXT TO THE FIREPLACE CATCHES ON FIRE. 

This was fairly awful but our new friends are so nice that after a little fire extinguisher entertainment from Marc, they all helped open windows, scooped up the food, and retreated to the eat in kitchen to finish partying.  Obviously, I invited the right people.

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So Sunday morning I pop up like a daisy to write the twenty minute talk that I am to deliver in church.  And no, I couldn’t have written it earlier in the week because I don’t know how to organize myself that way.  Pay attention.  The talk went well, meaning primarily that although I could feel my face turning beet red, I did not pass out or speak in tongues.

After church Marc goes back to the office and I proceed to deal with dinner, children, and cleaning up the fine and tasteful flocking that ash and the fire extinguisher have left all over the front rooms of our home.

Okay, so this is all normal, right?  I mean, as busy as it was, everyone has weekends like this sometimes, yes?  Please say yes.  But here comes the bad part.  Get ready for it…the brain parts, the complaining, it’s all going to come together now.

On Monday morning I awoke feeling totally not-up-to-the-task.  I didn’t want to finish cleaning, or pay bills, or get the flat on Marc’s car fixed.  Ellie mentioned that she wanted to stay home and I took the low road and said okay.  Because I didn’t want to fight with her either.  But then around 10 am, I remembered that it was her field trip day.  Ahhhhhhhhh!  And worse, I was supposed to be there chaperoning as the first graders walked from their school, through downtown, and to the theater where they were to see “The Velveteen Rabbit.”

See?  See?  Missing brain parts!  There is no other way to explain it!

So I did the only reasonable thing.  I slid to the floor like Lilo in Lilo and Stitch and moaned, “no, no, no, I cannot take this.”  I’m sure it was lovely.  And just then Marc came in, assessed the situation, knelt beside me and gently patted me on the back saying, “can you drive me to BART now?” 

Ellie and I were able to catch up with her class about midway through their walk and we both sulked our way through the play.

So there it is.  Like I said, I blame it on my missing brain parts.  If you have similar problems, I hope this is comforting.  If you don’t, I imagine it is even more comforting.  Either way, consider this my gift to you.  Merry Christmas.

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