I have a variety of totally unrelated thoughts today.
1. A cold front has come to town, leaving the Indian summer behind. I broke out the fashionable, chunky sweaters. Know what? Chunky sweaters make you look CHUNKY.
2. Speaking of chunky, I snuck into the kids' rooms last night in search of Halloween candy. The week before Halloween, I bragged to my friends about how my children do such a fine job of self-regulating with the candy. A week after Halloween, their candy is GONE. Next year, we will have a different system. I take back the bragging and am properly humbled.
3. Yesterday at Walgreens there was a used, negative pregnancy test in the bathroom trash can. It made me wonder if the owner was happy or sad about it. And who takes a pregnancy test in the bathroom at Walgreens? I thought that only happened in the movies.
4. I am going to a party tonight that is supposed to get me in the mood for the holidays. I am excited about having a party, but a little nervous because right now I know only ONE person who will be there, too. I have been promised that I will probably know more people, but still. I am not so good with the small talk with unknown people.
5. At Walmart yesterday I stood behind an older woman wearing sweatpants, thick socks, and flats. She had an index card file filled with coupons and shopped with a calculator. She gave the cashier a fistful of coupons, half of which had either expired or were only good at Target. The cashier was NOT an example of patience. I felt a little bit bad for the lady. I mean, those expiration dates are small.
That is all for now. Happy Saturday!!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Work-for-Me Wednesday--Toys for Christmas
Prior to Christmas 2007, I was on the prowl to find decent toys to give my kids, then age 7 and 5. I was at friend's house and her son was playing with a Leapster. She did not seem like an electronic toy kind of mom, so I asked her about it, and she raved enough about it that I decided to research it for my kids. It passed inspection, and that year both of my children received one for Christmas from their grandparents.
A year later, it is still going strong! The Leapster is a handheld electronic game, made by the Leapfrog people. It comes with two games preloaded on it, and you can buy others to add to the collection. The nice thing about this game is that it really does grow with your child, as you can buy harder games as they get older.
My kids play their Leapsters on a nearly daily basis. Since the games have a educational edge to them, I don't mind them playing a lot. They are easy to learn and big enough for smaller hands to hold.
I've recommended the Leapster to friends, and they all have called later and thanked me for the recommendation. So if your kids fall between the ages of 4 and 8, I highly recommend you look into the Leapster. It is the ONE toy my kids have that has kept their interest for nearly a year. In fact, my daughter has asked for another game for Christmas this year.
For more great toy/gift ideas, visit Rocks in My Dryer.
A year later, it is still going strong! The Leapster is a handheld electronic game, made by the Leapfrog people. It comes with two games preloaded on it, and you can buy others to add to the collection. The nice thing about this game is that it really does grow with your child, as you can buy harder games as they get older.
My kids play their Leapsters on a nearly daily basis. Since the games have a educational edge to them, I don't mind them playing a lot. They are easy to learn and big enough for smaller hands to hold.
I've recommended the Leapster to friends, and they all have called later and thanked me for the recommendation. So if your kids fall between the ages of 4 and 8, I highly recommend you look into the Leapster. It is the ONE toy my kids have that has kept their interest for nearly a year. In fact, my daughter has asked for another game for Christmas this year.
For more great toy/gift ideas, visit Rocks in My Dryer.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Halloween fun
I remember going trick-or-treating as a kid, and what exhiliration I felt when my parents decided I was old enough to go out without them. The freedom! The candy! Being with my pals! Dressing up like a hobo or a rock star! It felt so free, so delicious, this feeling of being out AT NIGHT without supervision. If I close my eyes I can imagine being that age again, the smells and the fears and the excitement.
Matt took the kids out last night to do the candy walk, and I stayed behind to hand out treats. I really don't mind that job, because I enjoy seeing all the kids. I have to say my favorites are the older kids, the ones that are bearing down on being almost too old to be out. I think it is because I remember being that age, and I like to look at them and re-live the freedom they are feeling. You can tell they are feeling it--they are happy and carefree, and you can joke around with them and they don't treat you like an over-the-hill granny.
Although, you can tell things are different than when I was a kid (see? over-the-hill grannies talk like this). There were a couple of tween girls walking around the culdesac, with the requisite glittery hair and bad eye makeup job, and they were having a giggly girly conversation as they walked, living the high life. Then, one of their moms must have called on the cell phone. "We're on the circle, MOM (said with a high-and-mighty attitude). We're doing FINE." Big sigh/sneer.
I completely understand why the mom called. I probably will, too, when my kids are old enough to go out by themselves. But I confess I felt a little bit sorry for the girls that their night of freedom was interruped by the call.
Matt took the kids out last night to do the candy walk, and I stayed behind to hand out treats. I really don't mind that job, because I enjoy seeing all the kids. I have to say my favorites are the older kids, the ones that are bearing down on being almost too old to be out. I think it is because I remember being that age, and I like to look at them and re-live the freedom they are feeling. You can tell they are feeling it--they are happy and carefree, and you can joke around with them and they don't treat you like an over-the-hill granny.
Although, you can tell things are different than when I was a kid (see? over-the-hill grannies talk like this). There were a couple of tween girls walking around the culdesac, with the requisite glittery hair and bad eye makeup job, and they were having a giggly girly conversation as they walked, living the high life. Then, one of their moms must have called on the cell phone. "We're on the circle, MOM (said with a high-and-mighty attitude). We're doing FINE." Big sigh/sneer.
I completely understand why the mom called. I probably will, too, when my kids are old enough to go out by themselves. But I confess I felt a little bit sorry for the girls that their night of freedom was interruped by the call.
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