'Cause You Had a Bad Day

"Good Days", for me, never last long at all. In fact, I'm fortunate if a "Good Day" even stays around for an entire day before the "Bad Day" takes over. If I weren't a Christian, I would truly believe that the whole friggin' universe is against me, which...I'm not so sure that it is not. I just think that my life in general, sucks. Now, I know that there are people out there who have it alot worse than I do, but those people aren't married with controlling, butt holes for in-laws. Paul and I would never fight if it weren't for those people. It's not just them though, it's the fact that even shopping has become a task for me and I am beginning to dislike it. I can't believe I just said that, but it's true.

Yesterday I went shopping for some Spring/Summer clothes. I bought some really cute tops, took them home, tried them on...and because of my HUGE boobs that God so graciously graced me with, I looked as though I gained 10 pounds just by putting that shirt on. Clothes used to never be a problem for me. I used to look okay in anything, but now...I have to buy certain types of clothes. Maybe, back then, I used to think that I looked okay in what I had on, and am now just more self conscience about it. I think I'm getting old. I was watching "What Not To Wear" the other day, and they told this 23 year old girl to stop shopping in the Juniors department. I'm 21, does that mean I have to stop shopping in the Juniors department?? I'm not sure I like that.

Sometimes I wish I had Bree's body.

Through Someone Else's Eyes...

Have you ever wondered what you look like through someone else's eyes? How they see you as a person? What they think of you when someone mentions your name? If they talk about you (good or bad) when you're not around? Have you ever wondered what someone's first impression of you was? Have you ever wondered if people think you are pretty, ugly, fat, skinny, have a big nose, have small lips, have bad hair?

I think that I have become obsessed with the way people look at me. I wonder how people see me. I know how I see other people, but I don't know what they think of me.

I always thought it would be nice to read minds or hear other peoples thoughts. Of coarse that ability would need to come with an on and off switch, because I am pretty sure that hearing more than one voice in my head would get aggravating. Nevertheless, I'd like to hear an honest answer of what someone is thinking about me.

God didn't give us the ability to read minds, and that is probably a good thing. We would all hate each other if we knew EVERYTHING someone thought about us. Still, it's one of those things that I can't help but wonder about.

Baby Proof the Baby Clothes

One would think that these companies who make baby clothes, could baby proof them a bit better. A little clasp that buttons over a zipper on a footie can barely be counted as "baby proofed", because my baby has figured out how to slip her finger up under the clasp and unzip the footie. From there, she proceeds to remove her diaper and somehow or another it ends up around her left ankle in the leg of the footie.
At first, this was cute, but now it is becoming a bit of a pain. "Just put a onsie on her.", you say. Nope, doesn't work either. She has also figured out how to unbutton her onsie, slip it over her head, and remove her diaper. This ALWAYS results in a mess. A mess that I am so tired of cleaning. If I wanted to scoop poop, and wipe up pee all day long...I'd go work at a zoo. Perhaps I do work at zoo. Bree very much resembles a monkey.

Nevertheless, I think that I'll write "Carters" and "OshKosh" a letter requesting that they put more thought into their clothing. They should know that once a child is nearing age two, when they're already starting that bratty stage, and when they're getting into EVERYTHING that they're not supposed to be getting into, their clothes need to be just as baby proofed as the electrical outlets, toilet seats, and kitchen cabinets are!

Maybe I'll just put her in a straight jacket. Let's see her get out of that one!

Wordless Wednesday

Slackness

I've been slack. I'll be the first to admit it, but I haven't really had the time to sit down and blog. Why? Well, this past weekend was just one chain of events after another.

Saturday
Paul and I were planning to make a day trip to Charleston for our anniversary. The local forecasters had predicted rain, and lots of it, but who actually believes the weatherman? So, we ventured out early Saturday morning, dropping Bree off with my Parents for the day and hitting the interstate. I hate the interstate by the way. It had been raining hard, but I thought that the further south we would go, it would begin to let up. About two and a half hours down the road, the rain still had not let up...and I am pretty sure it was just getting worse. I'm not exactly sure how far out of Charleston we were, but we turned around and headed back to Columbia (our State Capital). We decided that instead of the beach, we would settle for the State Museum. So, that's what we did, and we enjoyed our day at the Museum. We had alot of fun just being together without Bree. I didn't miss Bree as much as I thought I would. I think that means that I desperately needed a day away from her.

Saturday Evening
We got back to Greenville around six o'clock or so, and Paul wanted to take me out to eat for supper. So we did, and that's when Paul thought about the new puppy that we were supposed to be picking up Sunday. He called up the lady and we ended up going to get Tucker, the new family pet. We had thought that we would call him Dupree, but with further thought we decided it would be very hard to say Dupree when calling him. Nevertheless, we thought that we would surprise Bree with him when we went to pick her up from Parents. I was excited, and I couldn't wait to see the look on Bree's face when she saw the puppy! Well, all of my hopes were shattered when I showed Bree the puppy and she walked directly past me...more or less ignoring me. I'm not real sure what that was all about, but she eventually began to pay the puppy some attention, and then quickly became jealous of any interactions between me and the dog.

Sunday
It was still raining cats and dogs outside when Sunday rolled around, and evidently the local weathermen were calling for snow and lots of it. This isn't the first time this Winter that they've called for snow, and we hadn't seen any of the "white stuff" yet. So, needless to say...I didn't believe them. There was one thing for sure though. It was cold, and it was getting colder and I was more afraid of ice than I was snow. So me, Paul, and Bree all piled into the car and headed to the grocery store. I thought that maybe the grocery store would be FULL of people like it usually is when the weatherman calls for snow, but there was hardly anyone there. Evidently, they didn't believe the weatherman any more than I did. We got our groceries & headed home as I battled "lazy hunger". Around five o'clock though, it began snowing. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was coming down fast, and heavy and it was actually sticking to the ground! We waited a couple of hours, and then took Bree out to play in it a bit.


Monday
I was pretty upset when Paul still had to go to work, even when his car door was frozen shut. One of his co-workers came and picked him up in big truck. I guess it wasn't going to have any problems with the icy roads. It didn't, seeing as Paul got to work safely. I dressed Bree up in a Columbia fleece body suit, blue jeans with a cloth lining in it, and thick jacket. She couldn't walk, and she couldn't put her arms down. It was hilarious. She didn't know what to think of the snow once we got out there. I think she was wondering why I carried her out there, stuck her in the snow, and we just stood there in the cold. Finally she started to walk around a little bit, and then just when she was getting used to it all...she toppled completely forward and face planted the snow. I couldn't stop laughing.


I guess things have gone back to normal, but I can honestly that was one hell of a weekend. It was completely random, but we made it through and I don't guess things were all that bad. But honestly, through all of that...when would have I had time to blog?