Monday, December 31, 2007
My life as an email account!
Lately I have been comparing myself to my email at work. At some point (NEVER the same point it seems...I think the IT guys just pick a day at random to drive me crazy) I get a nasty email. It says that I have "exceeded my email quota" and that I will not be able to send or receive further information until the space has been minimized. Oh- how I dislike those emails (they happen quite frequently)! Well, since having LitlBit I have turned into that email account! There come points in time that my brain can no longer receive or give out any more information...of any kind! Just like my work email, these days are more and more frequent! I keep wondering is it me or is everyone like that?
Saturday, November 17, 2007
They Complained About What?
Ok, it is Saturday of this wacky and crazy world. What day is it kiddies...thrift store day! Every Saturday Litlbit and I go 'thriftin. I love it. Since she usually is up by 7:30 we get there early. Then we can leave before the storm of people come! I have found some wonderful deals too. My latest find was an Ann Taylor skirt. The tag was still on it...it read...$148. Now, me, I paid $3.88. I know I stink in math but according to my calculations that is well over a $100 discount! Sounds like a plan to me! Anyhoo, we went and did our thing. We always start with Litlbit's clothes. Then we meander over to the stuffed animals. Then to mommy's. Last but not least the books. Today was good. Litlbit racked up with a Pluto, Tickle-me-Elmo, 7 books, Gymbo jumper and a couple of shirts. Me, fairly well. The loot included a pair of casual Ann Taylor pants, a pair of Paper Denim jeans and a sweater from Express. The little excursion ended on a funny note though. We got into line to pay...the checker is the same one we have gone to for 3 weeks in a row. She is a really nice lady...one of the few there that is! Anyways, we are checking out and she said that the lady ahead of us was complaining to the manager...what was she complaining about you may ask. The prices. Ok, did you read this entire post from start to finish? I find a $148 skirt for $3.88 and she is complaining that the prices are too high! I thought I was going to bust out laughing. Call me crazy....but clothes at over a $100 discount seems like one of the best deals yet!
Friday, November 16, 2007
No Means What?
No...two little letters...one big meaning. My daughter is two. Yes, the terrible twos. The day has come which I have dreaded...the overdramatic- everything is a tantrum- and everything is NO.
"Littlebit, let's change clothes."
"N O!"
"Littlebit, time to go bye-byes."
"N O bye-byes!"
"Time to eat, Littlebit."
"N O time eat Littlebit!"
Yes, everyday brings a new reason for no. Mind you she does not just say no either...she all of a sudden turns into a method actor, drawing from deep inside of those memories of not getting the toy at Target. She flings her body forward onto the ottoman and utters the longest version of the two letter word which I have yet to hear. All with the sighs (or cries, depends on the mood) for all to hear.
Flip the coin....me...telephone rings....it would be someone from the family
"We want to get together to celebrate the anniversary of your brother-in-law. Can you guys come over at 6 o'clock tomorrow?
"Why of course...would love to."
OK, what is wrong with this? Let me tell you...I get off work at 4:30...on a good day I won't get home until 5:30 (with Littlebit). In-laws live 20 minutes away. I don't care to celebrate other's anniversaries (isn't that for them to celebrate?) Stress, stress, run, run, no fun evening.
Why is it that my two year old can say with such passion and emphasis something that I can't even manage to whisper during this phone call? One would think with all she has taught me on the fine art of saying no, I should be a pro! Quite simply put, she is honest. The consequence of her honesty is a possible time-out. At this point, that is as far as her thinking is. Me on the other hand...well, I am thinking the consequence of the no with about 6 others! I am basically "scared" into a yes.
Sometimes I wish I could be that method-actor two year old again. Fling my body forward and scream no to the question pondered!
"Littlebit, let's change clothes."
"N O!"
"Littlebit, time to go bye-byes."
"N O bye-byes!"
"Time to eat, Littlebit."
"N O time eat Littlebit!"
Yes, everyday brings a new reason for no. Mind you she does not just say no either...she all of a sudden turns into a method actor, drawing from deep inside of those memories of not getting the toy at Target. She flings her body forward onto the ottoman and utters the longest version of the two letter word which I have yet to hear. All with the sighs (or cries, depends on the mood) for all to hear.
Flip the coin....me...telephone rings....it would be someone from the family
"We want to get together to celebrate the anniversary of your brother-in-law. Can you guys come over at 6 o'clock tomorrow?
"Why of course...would love to."
OK, what is wrong with this? Let me tell you...I get off work at 4:30...on a good day I won't get home until 5:30 (with Littlebit). In-laws live 20 minutes away. I don't care to celebrate other's anniversaries (isn't that for them to celebrate?) Stress, stress, run, run, no fun evening.
Why is it that my two year old can say with such passion and emphasis something that I can't even manage to whisper during this phone call? One would think with all she has taught me on the fine art of saying no, I should be a pro! Quite simply put, she is honest. The consequence of her honesty is a possible time-out. At this point, that is as far as her thinking is. Me on the other hand...well, I am thinking the consequence of the no with about 6 others! I am basically "scared" into a yes.
Sometimes I wish I could be that method-actor two year old again. Fling my body forward and scream no to the question pondered!
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