Blissfully Unaware of the Chaos the Surrounds Me

Ahhhh . . . seaside!

I have safely arrived in Pismo Beach.  All of my gut-wrenching assurance that I would likely die on the plane faded over the course of the flights - as the Ativan worked it's magic in the deep recesses of my brain.

You have to love flying out of rinky-dinky little airports.  I arrived at the Chico airport at 5:20 for a 6:00 am flight.  Truly?  I could have arrived at 5:40!  But oh well, it gave me a few extra minutes to lessen myweepiness over leaving the kidlets.  Isn't that crazy, really?  I am going to be gone for less that 72 hours!  But anyway, I just love my kids.  I love my home.  I love my life.  Why would I want to go anywhere without them?

Except for the sleep . . . yep, that is gonna be good.  I am skipping out of any late-night carousing this evening and going to bed.  Ahhhh.  Bed. 

My life.  It's sad really!  But oh, so good.

So now, since my room will not be ready until the afternoon and the first real obligation I have is at 1:15, I am sitting poolside.  Catching up on a little work, actually.  Well, and a little blogging.  Really wishing I wasn't in full business attire, but hey, I can slip those high heels right off!  I was so smart and brought my new "little" camera, so maybe I'll get off my duff and take a few pics and post them.  Maybe.

And speaking of my new little camera, John's Dad and StepMom gave me some $$$$ for my birthday and since my old "little" camera" had decided to die, I bought a new one!  I ended up with the Sony Cybershot DSC-W290.  I had great luck with my previous Sony - mostly because it lacked in that typical "digital delay".  This one feels a little slow to me, so we'll see.  I figure that worst-case, I shoot the heck out of for the 14 day return window and if I'm not happy with it, I take it back for something else.  No harm, no fowl.

Anyway, back to work . . . but in an amazing setting.

Dear Baby Gap,

as cute as I think your little clothes are?  You are out of your freakin' mind to think that I am EVER going to pay $24.50 for a teeny, tiny pair of denim bermuda shorts for my toddler.   Even if they are "a cute everyday staple, in a comfortable longer length, perfect for my active little girl".

 

Nor will I be paying $24.50 for a shirt (or two) for her.  Sorry to say, but I don't even like to spend that on a shirt for me!  And I don't spill nearly as much!

So quit sitting around the boardroom trying to figure out why your business is tanking.

All my love, Amy

P.S.  I do love your sales.  And your outlets.  So thanks for that.

P.P.S.  I have rarely seen anything as fugly as your (teeny, tiny) rompers.  Again, just trying to help y'all out of your little financial crisis.

Random Digi-Scrapping . . .

Still home with a sick boy, so I'm trying to make good use of my time.  At least during Halle's naptimes! 

I don't usually like and/or use pre-made quick pages, but I liked (and obviously used) these first two from Jen Wilson Designs:

  

 

And so it goes . . . a few pages here and there and someday, I'll put them all together.  I will!

Break over . . . Baby Girl is awake and ready to play!

Just in Case . . .

you thought I was over my little *thing* from this weekend.  You know, the perpetually ridiculous day of clumsiness and moronic decisions?

I'm not.

Last night?  I forgot to add the sugar to the pumpkin/banana muffins I decided to whip up.  Which resulted in a muffin so bad that the dog wouldn't even eat one!

This morning?  I fell over the curb at our babysitter's house.  The same curb that is there everyday.  (Although I must say, in my defense, I was distracted by a lone piece of toilet paper that was still stuck in her tree from the TP job that occurred at her house over the weekend.  But still.)

Maybe I should stop all things domestic and wear a helmet.  Just to be safe.  If and when I get to that point?  I promise I'll post a picture.  Mostly for you to laugh at, Karissa Jean.  Because I know you would enjoy it!  Peace out and stay safe!

Birthday Bling Surprise!

There is a long heartfelt story behind this gift from my Grandma.  But I cry everytime I tell it or think about it.  And since I've told the story (and thus cried) no less than four times since receiving this beautiful gift last night?  Please forgive me.  I'll write it and post in the next few days! 

Now, I am to the jewelry to figure out a way to get this ring on any finger other than my pinky.  And quickly!

Blessed . . .

Today I am 35.  Whoop-de-do!

But it is a big deal, really.  Simply because it's a reason to celebrate with my family and friends.  And I have great family and friends!

The phone has been ringing off the hook.  My email box is full.  Pretty cards have arrived by mail.  Facebook has been hopping.  Little treats have been delivered to my doorstep.  My hubby and kiddos serenaded me with the Happy Birthday song as I walked out of my room (early) this morning.  Halle actually made sure to greet me bright and early - from about 11:30 last night until 1:30 this morning - yikes!  Not sure what happened there, but . . . since I took the day off work, I was able to sneak in a little 30 minute nap.  Which was lovely.

The nap may have well been induced by the grande pineapple margarita that I swam in drank at Tres Hombres for lunch.  Or my wonderful pedicure. 

Now I have dinner at Sierra Nevada to look forward to.  And my son just came in to tell me that he wants to take me to Ben & Jerry's for a birthday treat.  Whether it's free cone day or not, that's pretty sweet.

The only downer in my day is missing my BFF {who quite rudely moved herself to the East Coast} and my sister and her family in Sweden.  My nephew proclaimed that he missed me so, so much (!) on the phone today and I wanted to be able to see him.  To have he and Dylan commiserate at a boring grown-up dinner tonight.  So other than friends and family being too far away and unable to celebrate with me? 

I have had a lovely day. 

A New Day . . .

and thank goodness for that.  I was more than ready for yesterday to be over.

So here's to hoping for an incident-free day.  No injuries (or near-injuries).  No broken glasses.  No wine-splattered walls.  No uncooked dinners.  No poop on the patio.

It's not too much to ask, is it? 

You Have Got to Be Kidding Me . . .

I shut off the freakin' oven when I put the enchiladas in.  Don't freakin' ask me why.  But that appears to be what I did.  And so instead of having a yummy, piping hot dinner ready as John walked in the door?  We are going to the neighborhood pizza parlor for a slice and a beer.  So that I can avoid all of us barfing at 2:00 am when the curdled whipping cream would pass through our systems. 

Stopping . . .

while I'm ahead.  It's just been two days of near-misses or ridiculousness. 

Yesterday, Halle jumped out of her little bounce house, flipped upside down and was about a millimeter from landing smack-dab on her head . . . on the cement floor of the garage.  By the grace of God, I caught her.  And I wasn't even looking.

Then today, I almost fell over Brody (our dog) while holding her.  I barely managed to land on my butt and keep her off the ground.

For whatever reason, I thought I'd start a myriad of projects like cleaning out my scrapbook and craft crap supplies, planting various spots in the yard and the like.  And then I decided to up the ante and cook dinner.  Which is becoming quite abnormal for me.

So as I was cleaning up the kitchen in preparation to make dinner (backwards, perhaps?), Halle took off her poopy diaper (that I was obviously unaware of) on the back patio.  Suffice it to say, poopy goodness ensued.  As well as the second bath of the day.

I got her to lay down for a late afternoon/early evening power nap and came back to the kitchen to make these yummy chicken enchiladas.  And I poured myself a glass of wine.

Then promptly knocked it off the counter, onto the floor, shattering glass and sending red wine all over the walls and floor.  Of course I then managed to imbed a tiny piece of glass into my knee as I was wiping the floor.

So that's it.  I'm done.  When John comes home from work, he is in charge of any potentially dangerous situation, including carrying Halle and changing her diaper.  And if we manage to get out to our friends' for dessert and wine as previously discussed?  John can drive.  Period.  End of discussion. 

I am out of commission until tomorrow.  Peace out!  Stay safe.

The Difference of a Year . . .

actually, more like 13 months, but still.  Same Mama.  Same baby-girl.  Same place (Tahoe).