Couponing is Awesome!

1.  Thanks to my visiting teacher and her giant bag of coupons, I just saved $10 on formula.  I feel kind of like I just found a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.  Maybe I'll be good at this couponing thing yet!  With help, of course.

2.  Now, you all know how much I love the fair, but GOOD GRIEF, is it ever going to end??  Today marks the second day this week where I don't have a single massage appointment.  Last week I only had six massages total.  And yes, it's all the fair's fault.  Oh, and BISD spring break's fault.  At least that's what I'm telling myself.  Please, oh, please let it pick up again next week.  If not, I might have to sell my body for cash.  Of course, if I did that, I'd only have to do it once a month because I'm pretty sure I'm worth at least as much as a high class call girl.

3.  I am so vain.  I used to be a tanner.  Like one of those people who would get in their swimming suits and go lay out.  Oh, and one winter in Utah, I got a slammin' deal with a new tanning salon and bought a tanning package.  I told myself it was because it was so nice to sit in a tanning bed when it was so cold outside.  And it was.  Partially.  But, being completely honest, I looooooove to be tan.  I feel prettier, thinner, and more sporty.  I quit all that when I went to Japan because I was 25...or was I 26....and I realized that all that UV exposure was going to make me look like I am 73 when really I am only 32.  However, over the past 2-3 months, the need to be tan has again reared it's ugly head.  Ugh.  I've resisted so far, but just barely. 

4.  There's this house along my walking route that has a statue of Virgin Mary standing in a fountain.  It's on one side of this giant bush.  Whenever I walk around the bush, I almost pee my pants because it looks like there's someone just standing there, staring at me.  And then I think, "Oh, it's just you, Mary!  Good morning.  I almost peed my pants.  Again!"

5.  I've never, ever been a shopper.  I don't want to go to stores, look, try on, spin around in front of the mirror.  No, sir.  I want to go in, get what I need, and leave.  So, please explain to me why I can't stay out of Khol's baby section now.  I found a couple of months ago that if you stick to their 80% off racks, you can find some really good stuff for cheap.  Today I went in to look at the sale rack and literally had to extract myself from the baby section because I'd wandered away from the sale rack and was fingering every single pink dress in sight thinking about how cute Carolyn would look in them.  I wasn't looking at prices.  I even had a few of them in my hand before I realized what I was doing.  Carolyn doesn't need any dresses - a friend sent me a giant box of them a couple of months ago.  And even at that, she only wears dresses on Sunday so as not to impede her crawling (and also so she won't puke on them).  Khol's is evil.

6.  I fished my overalls out of my drawer again today.  I tried again to fix the little clasp thingy with tape.  Hopefully it holds and my pants don't fall down in any embarrassing situations.  Does anyone have any idea how to fix them permanently?  Like with a welder or something?

7.  I tasted Carolyn's lasagna with meat sauce last night to try to figure out why she wouldn't eat it.  It's probably mostly because it tastes like dirt.  But, I warmed it up anyway and surprise, surprise, she ate it up.  Of course, later on in the evening, she barfed it all over my shirt and for the rest of the night, I smelled like spaghetti-o puke.

8.  Husband took Carolyn with him to do our taxes this morning.  Thinking I would have to work, I stayed home.  I thought as a little treat to myself I'd take myself to lunch at Jason's Deli.  I had the wild salmon-wich.  It was freakin' delicious.  It had tomato, avocado, a little lettuce, and some kind of aioli on delicious bread.  And as I sat there, the entire West Brook girls soccer team walked in and I wished my legs looked like they did back when I was in high school.

9.  Carolyn is learning how to give sugars.  If you sit her on your lap and make kissing noises, she will lean in, mouth wide open.  It's the cutest thing.  Oh, and please, if she's actually just trying to eat my face off, no one tell me.  I like to think she's giving me some loves.

10.  I hate folding laundry.  I am a champion laundry doer - like, there's absolutely no one better at getting a load of laundry together, putting it in the washer, starting it, putting it in the dryer, taking it out, and putting it in the basket.  But that's where my talent ends.  We constantly have an overflowing laundry basket of clean clothes and naturally, are constantly unable to find anything we need in it.  Now, we have the added bonus of Carolyn pulling up on the basket and vomiting on the clean clothes.  And yet, it's still not enough motivation for me to fold it and put it away.