Walmart, walmart, turkey, toys and men. What a combo.

How the heck is it Tuesday? How the heck is Thanksgiving less than two weeks away? That is just crazy! Just a quick little poll, who likes the real cranberries, and who likes the wonderful "fake" canned cranberries that make that wonderful "ssssssllllllluuuuuurrrrrrrpppppp" sound and then plop sideways in the dish with those cute little perfect impressions of the can. Heck the whole dang cranberry is can shape. I know my grandma and mom slave away at that cranberry sauce for hours, but I love that fake cranberry stuff. And step off my dark meat. I am ALL about the dark meat. MMMMM.... and turkey and

mayo/mustard sandwiches. My mom is all about the turkey and cranberry sandwich, hubby is partial to turkey and mustard (GROSS! Who likes mushy sandwiches?) Have a preference? Or another interesting combination? Do share. I am not saying I will try, but you can share!


Darn you Veronica Lee! I read her post where she mentioned loss of followers, and I had never paid attention before. The next day, I check and I had 200 followers, and an hour later only 199!!!! That is just WRONG! Then dear hubby said "who did you piss off?" Gee thanks hon, I don't know, but I know you just pissed me off! Thankfully I am back up, but I was in a mood for a day. PMS DID not help.

Speaking of PMS, ha ha, my husband asked "gee, what has you so fired up today?" This was my response "Oh I don't know.....maybe PMS in the midst of trying to find another birth control~~do you want to bring up the more baby or no more baby fight again? Or maybe it is the fact that I have three different personal issues that are irritating me like a bunch of those poky dryer lint things that stick to your panties once in awhile, or maybe it is because I am going to a freaking toy store in between shifts to get a Christnas list for the kids, knowing dang well all I am going to hear is "yeah, that is good" from you and crying from the kids (which is EXACTLY what happened), or maybe it is the fact that I have left the house in your freaking pajama pants AGAIN because I have become too fatty for mine and they are uncomfortable-much less the fact that my hair is in a hat and I have no make-up on (I HATE HATE HATE doing this), or is it the fact that my house is a mess, my baby is almost one, my oldest is a stinker, and I haven't had alone time in.....I don't know FOREVER!!!" His response back?? "yeah, I guess that will do it"

The kid at Walmart yesterday cracked me up. I had one of those little five dollar gift cards they sent some people, and the little high school guy (and yes, I was impressed he was even talking to me) said, "I wonder how much that costs them.", to which I replied "Nothing considering the fact that they are overcharging us on about everything," to which this sweet and naive kid replied "Oh I know.... I have seen them do 75% markups right before a rollback. I almost threw my five dollar turkey at the manager standing near him.

Dang the honesty of kids. The other day I told my hubby I am a fattie, my hubby responded with the obligatory "no you aren't" to which my sweet little man promptly responded with "yes she is daddy". Yeah yeah whatever, don't lecture me on the importance of teaching them self-esteem. I am apparently going for the "love them as they are" theory.

My sweet little baby girl is turning a year old soon. Where did she go?  Yesterday I held this helpless little cooing, innocent, teeny tiny girl in my arms, and today this little fireball is climbing on the top of the couch and dancing and calling me "bully". She is everything I have always wanted, and in the same heart, everything I have always feared. Because she is EXACTLY.....like.......ME!

And my son. My sweetheart of a cuddler. He is a very sensitive little guy. And he won't hesitate to tell you how he feels. As I was spreading the peanut butter on his sandwich, he was telling me that I was "his bestest friend in the whole wide world". And as I finished the jelly I heard "You know what, mommy? I am done!" And these simple letters won't do justice how cute he sounds when he says "done". Maybe I should just capture the sound so you can hear it.

Can I just give you a piece of advice? Please don't call the customer service rep answering your call baby. It is just creepy. Really. Makes me cross my legs. And usually it is girls calling me it.

Guess what I saw at Walmart?! Feetie pajamas! I actually thought twice about getting them, but then I remembered when I was in college my roommate and I got feeties with the butt flap. Boy those suckers were hot. I wore them to a couple of frat parties and movie nights and never again. Nothing is cute when you smell like sweat and dirty gym socks.

What was more ironic was that same night the family guy with Peter in his red feetie pajamas was on. Why I was watching this, I have no idea.

Have you REALLY checked out the games you used to play? I know you mom's of older kids have, but today was the first time I really checked out cootiebugs and break the ice. How freaking boring are those games? Just give me the legs and I will put them on the dang but, and if I want to hit something, I would much prefer get my son the tool benches and hammer away at a few fake nails. Hmmmmm. not a bad idea!

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