I finally finished the kitchen cabinets at the surprise of my other half. He’s just given up on the clutter at this point. I decided to make pasta salad with some of the questionable items from the big pitch and admitedly had to go looking in the trash outside for the artichokes to double check the expiration date.
Yup, still good.
File this next photo under: Lord Almighty, what did I sign myself up for, or in the spirit of non-denominational scouts, Oh Dear, what did I sign myself up for. I knew I was in trouble when my printer ran out of paper printing the training manual. I glanced over it and shared with my husband (former scout leader) there were a lot of “rules” Like what? he asked. Uh, no touching (not even for comforting), no discipline, no negativity, so basically no parenting I said. I told him I had to take a 65 question quiz and make a camp button complete with ‘camp name.’ My daughter already vetoed my name and declared “I will be calling you Marshmellow!” I told her I wouldn’t answer.
I spent 3 hours at dusk, training in a local park. As I sat on the hard picnic bench all I could think about (besides dinner) was what kind of person dedicates themselves to run these things? I gathered ours was a former corporate manager, she was pulling out flow charts and feedback forms out of her back pocket. I have to hand it to these people, they kinda make the world go round.
A former scout myself, I know the kind of experience my daughter is having. She’s learning how to sew, how to mange her resources and set goals. I look at volunteering this way, I know the experience was better because my mom was heavily involved. I may not have loved the idea of her being troop leader or periodically my substitute teacher (horrifying to my 4th grader self I’m sure), but I sure was afforded a lot of ‘extracurricular” activities growing up. If I can provide half of what my parents did I’d be happy.
I used GS Camp as an excuse to go to Costco. I bought a new cooler, a canary melon, 3 beautifully marbled prime steaks and enough tampons to last me until menopause.
Caught in a summer shower. You know that first rain smell.
Shopped at KITSON and quickly realized this place has turned into Spencer Gifts, but this time the ENTIRE store was 17 and older only. I found her in the book section. Yikes. That’s a coloring book?
I wonder if James Franco knows about this $99 unitard. I did have a good laugh before I bought a book and told the girl at the counter I was too old for this place. She didn’t argue.
Spotted THE CAR from last weeks accident in perfect condition (I’m still waiting on parts). They had to have known it was me when they came up behind my car, right?? Even same time, same place, Deja vu.
This is my glamourous life, cleaning and watching Purple Rain on BluRay.
These my friends are called SWAPS, I need to make hundreds of them for camp (amazon prime is your friend). Special Whatchamacallits Affectionately Pinned Somewhere. I couldn’t figure out why I didn’t remember this practice so I Googled it, ah ha back in my day we called it potlatch, the Native American tradition of gifting one another. I think the Native Americans were on to something at the turn of the century, the more wealth you gave away (or destroyed) the more powerful you were. Now I feel compelled to dig out my old potlatches.
Got new glasses, turns out I skipped out on the exam last year and now my prescription is stronger. Grrrrr. I am turning into such a creature of habit, When I find something that is comfortable and fits I will be multiple of the same item. this goes for everything from shoes to underwear. I simply do not have the time to shop anymore. I didn’t want to replace my sunglasses with new ones so I found the exact same ones still available on Amazon at half the price.
I’ve been cleaning and she’s been loving the open floor space.
I was down a child this weekend after my sister picked up Super A for a little cousin time. I loooooooove the extra time I get with Super B. Waffles and MLB highlights.
I swiped this photo from my aunt. That’s my mom (right) with her sister, she was 13 in this photograph. Today is her birthday.
Got my car back, looking for girl scout stuff I unearthed one of my (countless) journals. I read it and I felt nauseous, I feel badly for my parents, I could have used border school or something. I’m actually surprised I didn’t wind up in a roadside ditch. Here’s an excerpt from 28 years ago today, July 19, 1986. (no spelling awards here) Some of this stuff is ripe for MORTIFIED NATION a national stand up show where participants read from their childhood diaries!
Today mom turned 44. She didn’t seem happy. I haven’t gotten her a birthday present yet no $. I got the waitressing job, but it doesnt look like I’ll be there long. The business is slow, no money in it so I’m applying @ Alculpoco Y Los Arcos Resteraunt manana. It’s close & more money in it. A new hotel is opening up in Dana Point, hopefully there will be some great job opportunities. My love life is very quiet. I’ve avoided ____ this week. He called me on Friday wanting to know if I wanted Madonna tickets. I saw him yesterday @ his work for a few, _____ decided she wanted to see Madonna at the last minute. Unfortunately the tickets were sold. ____ and I will probably go out this week. I hope. The ordeal between _____ and I is totally over. He finally spit his feelings out and said he didn’t want to go out with anyone. He’s probably gay … I wouldnt be surprised. We only spent no more than 5 min talking, last Thurs., when he said look I don’t want to see you anymore. My ego is so deflated. I’m pretty bummed. I had a lot of fun with him. He must have felt some kind of pressure. I don’t know what made him change his mind. ….blah blah blah… Maybe this is just my karma. ?? Who knows ? – Linz
You wouldn’t know it by this photo I took but I was in full blown migraine mode. From time to time I am struck with these illusive ear aches, last one was Week 6. I have self diagnosed myself with trigeminal neuropathy (episodic), the next step is to find a neurologist. Determined not to prevent our childless night go to waste, we tried a new restaurant. Had my first cilantro cucumber margarita and then prayed for sleep (the only thing that makes the pain go away. Next morning I was right as rain. I’m truly mystified.
Sunday Funday was all about spending time with my sister and her family, their youngest turned 8, she and my mom share the same birthday.
I’m trying my best to cook more. Sunday night we went grilled burgers and made Super B his favorite, Roasted Lemon Chive Potatoes. They smell just like Sour Cream and Onion potato chips.