What I love?

Really I don't know what is not to love about Boo Boo La La's room.  The restaurant/Barbie/Monster High/dress up closet mess that it is...even AFTER we "clean it"

 

The room is small - VERY SMALL and she has a toy bench, play kitchen, bed, book/toy shelf, and small table with two chairs in this room.  It gets a good amount of sunshine and is a lovely BURSTING place to be.  

I lovingly chose a purple wall and we painted the ceiling pink.  

I love it.  

But most of all I love the little hoarder that lives there.

Yes, my child is a hoarder of every little thing you can possibly imagine.  Rocks, pine cones, stuffed animals, old watches or cell phones, and pieces and parts of friends toys.  Yes, the other little boys and girls she knows give her random lego men and pieces of other toys.  She loves them.  And when she says, "No mama I can't get rid of that!  Alexa gave me that on the bus." or "That's Luis' he gave it to me."  How can a mama throw it out.

Maybe we'll get our own series?

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Some people make you wonder.

The lady who walks aimlessly around the Y every morning - not really working out, just going through the motions.  It seems more like she needs the company.

The tiny lady who sits in her convertible in the parking lot at work - laying there with her eyes closed and the car running.

The blogger who just stopped blogging one day - who was my friend and now is not even locatable on Facebook.  We used to be friends anyway and I miss him very much.

And then there is myself.  I am kinda weird you know. 

I bet you wonder too.  Tell me.  What do you wonder about?

The Juice is LOOSE! Or was at the time...

I posted this back in July of last year and just saw the picture again on Facebook.  The fact that I actually had OJ Simpson put his arm around me is still pretty astonishing considering his history since that day in 1984....

+++++++++++++ Now for last summer's post +++++++++++++++

I was in band in junior high and high school.

No, I was not a cool cheerleader.

Yes, I could say, "This one time at band camp..." But I was not a sex crazed redhead, obviously. 

Every year our "Symphonic Band" would take a trip somewhere to perform.  Typically it was The World's Fair - at least that is all I remember.  The "Symphonic Band" was supposed to be better than "Concert Band" although they were both high school bands in, what was at the time, the country. 

Side Note: My hometown is now supposedly a cool place to live, but growing up people thought we all milked cows before school and rode snowmobiles to get to class.  At least that was what I told our bus driver in N'awlins.. 

My junior year of high school I was finally in "Symphonic Band" and we were going to New Orleans for The World's Fair - it was exciting - except for the reality.

1) It was SUPER expensive.  My mom said it cost less for my dad and her to go to Hawaii for 10 days!
2) We sat on the runway forEVER and it was HOT...not fun.
3) New Orleans in late June?  Worse humidity than Minnesota and I sweat from my head...yuck.
4) Band uniforms?  Double yuck.

Anysweatypurplebandcoat.

We found out that the day we were performing it was also "O.J. Simpson Day" (!?!?!?) at The World's Fair.  Seriously, they had buttons and everything.

And during our concert that evening he stopped by to "direct" our band AND even jumped over trumpet cases like he did in the Hertz commercials.  It was CRAZY...and its the kind of thing you tell people and they look at you like you are crazy and a big fat liar. 


But I am not.  And it took a post on Facebook to prove it.

And YES, that is me leaning into the Juice...sexy white shorts, eh?

Enjoy your Fourth of July - or Canada Day!

Corn Syrup?

Over a month ago we lost power on our refrigerator...Yes, this bad boy needed service.

I lost a couple bucks in groceries to the dead fridge and the freezing cold outside...the BBQ sauce was "questionable" along with other condiments hubby and I left in the fridge.  He had to stop and get some on his way home to make his famous baked country-style ribs and onions.

Conversation heard that night:

T: I got this BBQ sauce because it said it had no corn syrup on the front.
M: ?
T: I started looking at all the labels and all the others had corn syrup.  This one didn't.
M: ?
T: It was good wasn't it?
M: Yes, I like Ken Davis BBQ sauce.  It is good.

Two weeks later country-style ribs are back in the rotation.

T: This sauce didn't have corn syrup either - so I got this one this time.  It tastes pretty good, don't you think?
M: ???

I think the Corn Refiners Association is going to be so pissed that their ads were so ineffective on my hubby that he actually spent time looking at all the bottles of BBQ sauce in Cub Foods to find the ones  that did not contain high-fructose corn syrup.

I saw creativity...and it wasn't mine.

My child got some bendy-semi-sticky-pipecleaner-type thingies.  And she sat in the kitchen and twisted them around and came to me with them singing....

It bugged me that she could sit with about 15 sticks of semi-sticky-pipecleaners and come up with a bunch of different things, including a song.



Why can't I do that?

At least I am not as lame as Angelina Jolie's right leg.

Where to start?

Wow.  I have been so slack on posting.

Really.  Super-slacker.

What I found is that I have more time for Twitter - but even that is slacking.  And my friend Michelle is on there now!!!! How can I be slacking?

And reading blogs?  YIKES!!!! I gotta catch up with y'all.

Its been, work, people being sick (including my pink eye!!!??!), the gym, laundry, a visit to my Sair at college, girl scouts, kid-fu, PTO, fighting "the man" and general mayhem.

How have YOU been?  (p.s. Boo Boo is in the tub so I am heading out to read blogs now!)

What to wear, what to wear????

Next year for our annual New Year's Trip

The ladies and I were talking about hitting the North Woods Bar's 

  wearing some new 'do's.

Am I Katy Perry enough?

Or maybe I am "naughty"

She was a hottie                                                   who liked to have fun.

I miss my grandma a lot.  My Uncle sent me these pictures yesterday - not exactly sure why.  He probably misses her the most.

Love you Rowdy.  *mwah*

I called my husband.

I called my husband on the way to work yesterday...

"Why on EARTH do we have to drive when it is snowing and icy out like this...there ought to be a law."
"Preaching to the choir babe."
"Plus, I am convinced Brooklyn Center does not own a plow."

And all I could think of the whole way into the office as I moved at a glacial pace* was how if I were Governor of Minnesota I would make it illegal to drive if the driving conditions were such that if it took you more than twice the time normal to drive there - or you could potentially die because it is so darn slippery!

Then of course I think of how that would hurt our economy, and how there would have to be all kinds of exceptions.  Doctors, pregnant ladies, sick people, etc.

Sigh.

And as I got to the last part of my drive where 694 and 10 split...

I see the plows in my rear view mirror.

At least my drive home was fine.  And yes, *I used glacial on purpose.

Early and Cold

My child has a strong relationship with the donut.  This kid LOVES her some fried up flour and water and cinnamon, or apples.  Or both.

I USED to love donuts too...then I got old and well, my tummy does not love them any longer so I usually avoid them.

This morning I wanted coffee and thought - you know my local Wuollet bakery is not much farther than Caribou, they have good coffee and Boo Boo could have a donut....

So out I went.  

The car thermostat registered TWO BELOW ZERO.  But I am a Minnesotan, so it barely registers...

*snort*

I got a fried cinnamon, two apple fritters and a raspberry bismark.  The nice man made me a latte.  I was the ONLY car downtown besides the Star Tribune paper delivery truck.  Doesn't anyone else go out for donuts in the freezing cold early on a Saturday?

When I got home Boo Boo ate about three bites of her fritter...

I ate TWO donuts.

Now she is running around care free...

And I am on the couch with a lump in my stomach.  

Go away bad food baby.  Go.A.Way.