And I have Emily to thank for it.

This Scentsy stuff is wonderful.

Mmmmm.

That’s all.

That would be my day yesterday. Some days I’m amazed to look in the mirror and see dark brown hair, ya know? LOL

Luckily I only had 3 screwups yesterday - but since they all happened within a half hour or so, I felt pretty dumb.

I ran to Sam’s Club yesterday to pick up the photos I’d ordered. (By the way, my friend Misty takes some pretty amazing photos. I’ll share a couple in a minute.) I got there, wandered around the store to gather a few things, and went to the photo counter. The lady at the counter said, "Those are great photos - are they professional?" and just thinking she was being complimentary, I said yes. Then she asked for the copyright release. D’OH! I’d left it at home, even though I knew I’d need it to pick up the photos. Sigh. I’ll come back for them later. She offered to ring up my purchases there anyway, so I unloaded the cart, found my Sams card and…. hmmm. No checkbook. And only $20 in cash. Hmmm. They don’t take Visa. Hmmmm. I explained that I was an idiot, and would have to leave. She laughed and said she’d keep my stuff there. So I ran home (luckily I live pretty close to the Sam’s Club) and grabbed the checkbook & release form (both of which were sitting on the counter next to where my purse had been) and thought I’d check my email really quick, since I am *that* addicted. I’d sent an email to my mom that morning, and saw by the subject line of the top email that it had a reply… from a friend of mine in Colorado. What the heck? I opened it, and sure enough, I’d sent the email to her! She sounded slightly confused, but tried to answer my question anyway, bless her heart. I realized that when I’d filled out the address line, I’d only typed in "Mom" - before my computer crashed last July, I had her email listed that way; I keep forgetting that when we rebuilt my address book, I entered her email with her actual name. So when I tried sending it to "mom" this time, Outlook searched my address book and found the only email address with the word ‘mom’ in it and sent it to my friend, ‘Another-Mom-In-Colorado’ (yes, I made that up - how’d you guess? ). Mortified, I replied to her email, explained to her that I was an idiot, and apologized for the confusion.

*Sigh* At least I didn’t pass the idiocy gene along to my children. The boys brought home their first semester report cards yesterday, and I’m pleased to say that both Kiddo and Munchkin made honor roll! Yay! I’m so happy with them.

And the obligatory Sweet Girl silly story: we play a lot of car games, most of which have been introduced to us by Kiddo and Munchkin. Most of these involve spotting, and then ‘calling’, a certain make of vehicle. Some games involve hitting the ceiling and calling out the color of the car. (That would be my modification - the boys originally hit each other, a la Slug Bug. But when it progressed to Cruiser Bruiser and Van Slam, I put the kibosh on that!) One of the longest-running ones is ‘calling’ Hummers - it’s really pretty simple. If you see a red Hummer, you yell, "I call red Hummer!" and then no one else can call it. (Kiddo and Munchkin don’t agree on whether or not an H3 is ‘callable’ - Kiddo says no, Munchkin and I say yes. Mostly because I can’t tell the difference between an H2 and an H3 from a distance. Yeah, we’re brain surgeons.) Anyway… Sweet Girl’s decided that all Hummers are hers, no matter who calls it. Kiddo will call a black Hummer, and Sweet Girl will say, "You can’t have that. I already have it in my Hummer Collection. All black Hummers are in my collection," or whatever. So yesterday as we were driving to Sam’s Club, I called a yellow Hummer and Sweet Girl said, "Mom, that’s already in my collection. Sorry." I laughed and said, "Geez, Sweet Girl, just how many of those do you think you need in your collection?" She paused and said, "A hundred and thirty five… I think that’s number one hundred twenty three, so you’ll have to wait a while before you can call any Hummers for your own collection."

And, as promised… some photos from our shoot with Misty:

They rub off on each other - the 15 year old acts like a 2 year old, the 4 year old acts like a 13 year old. Sometimes I swear they switch bodies.

The other night I took the kids out to eat at IHOP. After the waitress brought over the tray of syrups, Kiddo was moving them to the end of the table and noticed that the maple one appeared to be leaking. I glanced at it, saw that the droplets were clear and said I doubted it was syrup, probably water on the outside from getting washed down. Kiddo said maybe it was filled with water instead of syrup. I told him I highly doubted that, and got Little Man settled down with some crayons. Then I heard a strangled "mmmfph!" and looked up to see tears streaming out of Kiddo’s eyes. Apparently he decided to see for himself if the bottle was full of water or syrup and had poured a shot of piping hot maple syrup into his mouth. I laughed until I cried, and nearly peed my pants.

Then there’s Sweet Girl… a-t-t-i-t-u-d-e! I was getting her shoes tied yesterday morning (older-style tennies, the kind with the white rubber toe) and she pointed out that the tops of them are scuffed up - well, as she put it, rusty. She asked if I thought Kiddo would put some of his white-shoe cleaner on them to make them nice again. (He’d been putting white polish on his sneakers.) I said, well, you can always ask, but I don’t think they look that bad. "Moooom," she whined, "they’re rusty. They need to be cleaned." I laughed and said, "Well, if they’re rusty, you don’t need shoe polish, you should get some Rusteaz Medicated Bumper Ointment!" I thought I was clever. She rolled her eyes into the back of her head, flopped backwards onto the couch, and sighed the "My-mother-is-the-biggest-idiot-in-the-world" sigh. She took a deep breath and said, "Mother. I don’t need Medicated Bumper Ointment. I don’t have bumpers. I just need to clean the rust off my shoes!"

It’s been, like, almost two weeks since I blogged. Maybe I got burned out in December, actually blogging more than once a week? I dunno. Mostly, I think it’s that I’ve been really busy (what’s new, huh?) and that nothing has struck my fancy. The only thing remotely funny that comes to mind is something my nephew, "BB", said at Christmas time. The sad thing is, I only remember about a third of the conversation / circumstances surrounding the funny line. I’ll try to relate it, though I’m sure what will be funniest about this entry is my lack of memory…

My sister and I were (dishing out food? opening presents? playing a game?) doing something mundane. BB wasn’t paying too much attention (I think he was playing a video game?) and only half listening to what we said. He heard something about us handing something out (again, no recollection of what), said something like "hey I want one too!"

My sister, looking for the word ‘please’ to be uttered, said, "Well, I haven’t heard the right words come out of your mouth for you to get anything!"

BB paused a moment, and said, "Ummm….. I love you?"