Lately I have had some serious brain flatulence. Here is a small list of my flub-ups:
I purchased a super size pack of paper towels. I only buy the "Select-A-Size" variety. The other variety produces a lot of waste. I bought a super size pack of the normal type. duh
Old navy jeans are on sale. I need jeans. Most of my denim have holes in the crotch. I really need to mix up my jean look. I wear the only two pairs without holes everywhere. I purchased two pairs. I bought two almost identical pairs. duh
Delmar is out of shampoo. I used a coupon at Costco to buy an extra large container. I placed it in the shower for immediate use. I bought conditioner. duh, duh, duh
Delmar asked what is wrong with me. I couldn't figure it out. I determined I have lost my mind. Then it dawned on me. I take The Menace (yes I am changing his pseudonym again, long story) with me everywhere. I spend my time singing, pointing out letters/numbers, keeping him from climbing out of the cart, etc., etc., etc. When Delmar purchases anything he is alone and can take time to think. I would love to see what he comes home with if he had to shop with The Menace. Then again maybe I don't.
Often times you will hear people say that when their kid is too quiet they must be getting into trouble. Not the case with The Maniac. When he is too quiet it usually means he is pooping or has just finished the deed. He then plays by himself and doesn't bother a thing. It is tempting to leave him in the messy diaper. If there weren't things like diaper rash and child neglect he might end up in that poop for hours.
If any of you are wondering why my blogging is so sporadic, here is why: I spread myself too thin. I sometimes think I am superwoman. I am currently managing 3 blogs--none very well mind you, raising a 22 month old, and trying to complete all the adoption paperwork. Don't ask why I do these things particularly the multiple blogs . It is too detailed and I don't want to get into it. I will do my best to produce quality posts as I obviously don't produce quantity.
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I have Mt. Saint Helen developing on my chin. You would think that since I am entering my mid 30's this would stop. Oh no! It probably has to do with all the fertility hormone raging through my body. Nevertheless I have a mountain on my chin.
This mountain isn't like your typical blemish. It is huge, deep, and painful. I get these from time to time. You can't just leave it alone, let it come to a head, and drain. It must be hot packed, poked, and have massive pressure applied. If I am lucky the top(or side) will blow with a giant splat onto the mirror. Yes, I call this lucky the pain and pressure will finally be relieved. If I am not lucky there will be a dozen small pin pricks and a bright red tumor on the face. I have a feeling I'll be unlucky this time. Of course. I am hosting a baby shower for my sister Saturday. Won't it be great for dozens of people to see it? Fun stuff.
