TOO MUCH!

You CAN have too much of a good thing. I have way too many slippers. WAY too many. Maybe a dozen pairs. I aquired most during my teenage years. Maybe many thought this was an easy yet useful gift for a teen. I am just happy now that my son is almost 10 and I have been pawning some of my more boyish colored slippers over to him as his feet are quite large already. He loves them. Thinks they are the greatest thing. I also have way too many staples for some odd reason. I once looked at all the staples I had in my desk drawer and thought, "when I die, these will still be here". I also have too many perfumes. While I love perfume and wear it every day, how do you go through 20 bottles? Very slowly, my too -much- perfume adverse mom would say. But that is what I am doing. Again, these were accumulated as gifts. And coffee mugs. Then I have too much of things I bought myself. 3 robes. Maybe 20 pairs of different cute pjs. A closet packed to the gills with maybe 25 coats. As I was putting away my socks today, my husband shook his head and asked, "why do you have so many socks?" "It's a sickness", I replied. So my question to you dear readers. What do you have "too much" of that you could possible clothe/decorate/make smell better etc. an entire extended family?

Why Did I Wear That?

Ever notice how sometimes you don't realize how ridiculous you look wearing something until you later see a picture/video of yourself? You strut your stuff thinking you look all trendy but later when you see the picture you look like a 30 year old trying to be a teenager. Or a disheveled soccer mom. Or a lazy homemaker. This has happened to me on many occasions. One time I spied a picture of me wearing purple framed sunglasses. I thought they were the coolest thing, but a picture later revealed they were too small for my face. Or the maternity blazer I bought from Target. Hey it was on clearance and I didn't realize it was maternity. I thought I could pull it off and that it looked "sorta cute." WRONG. If it does not make you feel like a million bucks and make you look your best, time to part ways. Sometimes all it simply takes is a trip to the mall and a vision of myself in the mirror. I will be joyfully shopping and then catch a glimpse of myself and think, "what was I THINKING wearing this dowdy thing out in public?" As soon as I get home I donate or trash the item. I have often said if you are not sure if you like an item, wear it one day out in public. You will have your answer by the end of the day. Life is too short to NOT look your best everyday.

Weddings- Why Are They All The Same?

I love weddings. Yet I hate them. Maybe I love to hate them? For one thing they are corny. I don't care how magical it was when you guys met, and how it must have been fate because come on, how many people do you know that have met at a bar before? I don't care to watch a skit or corny dance put on by creepy relatives about how happy they are that "Jimmy" (what kind of grown man goes by "Jimmy" or "Joey" or "Tommy" anyways? -you get a pass if you are Italian) finally found his one and only. Then there's always the cliches of the overbearing mothers in action, the slutty bridesmaids, the drunken toast by the best man, the husband ripping off the garter with his teeth while everyone else shifts in their seats uncomfortable (especially your Godmother who is now losing out on her "little pumpkin" to this husband fellow). Why do people do that? Why would you want to broadcast the fact that later on, wink wink, don't forget, we are supposed to go at it like Britney Spears in heat. In front of dad, mom, and grandma nevertheless? Then there's that corny "key" joke I've seen at about every wedding now and it's getting damn old people, so stop it. (you know, as "Jimmy" is now a married man, the best man will ask all the ladies for his keys to his place back and one by one the ladies will deposit them in a basket, the last will be a lady in her 90's). I was at this wedding where the new married couple would randomly pull couple's names out of a hat. If you were called you had to go up in front of everyone with your significant other and kiss/make out, trying to upstage the last couple. I was sweating bullets and regurgitating my dinner roll in fear! I tried going to the bathroom but you could only hang out in there for so long. Luckily I was not called. I immediately was transported back into grade school where I had to give a speech in front of the class, and my concern was not for my speech, but that I wouldn't faint or have a coughing fit while doing so. That ever happen to you in a quiet exam room? NOT fun. Folks don't do this to your guests! And what's up with the father "giving you away" like you are property and this is some 3rd world country? The same with the daddy-daughter dance. Uh, you are not 8, I'm sure you are at least 18 if you are getting married. This creeps me out a bit. Also please ban these artists from wedding playlists once and for all! -anything by Abba, B-52s, Wang Chung, or that "Celebration" song. You know, the standard hokiness. I gave my DJ a list that was about a mile long of songs not to play and songs to play. He gave me the ol' side eye and a "whatcha talkin 'bout Willis" look, but he tried to comply. After all, I wouldn't want to disappoint my sister, who said, "I'll kick the bride if they play crappy music." Why do we all have to be the SAME? Why not make your wedding unique? To hell with not wearing white if this is your second wedding! Who needs favors? What a waste! What is this bouquet toss supposed to accomplish other than making singletons feel like losers? Where did these phony "rules" come from anyway?

What Small Joys Get You Through The Day?

Hello and welcome! Thanks so much for choosing to read my blog! ;)

This morning pretty much 25 minutes after I arrived at work, I started getting antsy. Hey give me a break, it's work! So as I glanced at my watch, I realized I had 2 hours until oatmeal time. After that 2 more hours until I get to eat my yummy lunch of goodness and relax on my lunch break. Then I thought of the yummy dinner my husband would probably be making that night for dinner as it is his night to cook. (yes we trade off, we don't still lead a 50's existence and no man is that helpless. ) So yes, in a round-about way, these small happy thoughts got me through my day. Now my life is not centered around thoughts of food to where it is unhealthy, but more like the response of a simple minded dog: food=happiness. And what's wrong with that? So my dear readers, what small joys get you through your days?


Tip of the day: buy a bag of frozen blueberries and put some on your oatmeal every morning. This is a super easy way to eat fruit and incorporate blueberries into your diet, which are about as healthy as it comes!