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UnSpectacularness

I haven’t done a meme in for-ev-ah, partially because for awhile there I was getting tagged for the same ones OVER AND OVER and t was getting a *smidge* old. But since it’s been a while, and since I can’t say no to Piper of Bliss in Bloom who tagged me, here goes! Enjoy the “Six Unspectacular Quirks” meme. Here is some general unspectacularness about me:

1) I cannot sleep without my super-loud roaring white noise machine. I take it with me where ever I travel! If it doesn’t go, I don’t go.

2) I love to have my hair played with. (But not by Sophie, who likes to jerk it out from the root.) On vacation I let Krisha and Kierstin put my hair in a million braids (it was HOTT) just because it felt sooo gooood.

3) I hate clipping my toenails. Hate Hate Hate IT!

4) I hate wearing shorts. Ick.

5) When I get a headache, the only thing that helps it is aspirin – so I take something with aspirin like Excedrin. Advil and Tylenol just don’t help my headaches though I do take them for other aches and pains. (Of course I haven’t been taking much aspirin since I am stteeeeiiilllllll nursing Sophie.)

6) I like wheat bread, but I only like grilled cheese sandwiches on white bread. I will eat it on wheat only if desperate.

Ok, now I get to tag six lucky people to do this meme!! Get excited! I think I’ll tag some of my crazy frugal friends!

Alyssa from Keeping the Kingdom First
Marin from Frugonomics
“Deal”icious Mom
Nicole at Being Frugal is Fabulous
Michelle at Leaving Excess
Jamie at Thrifty in the Cincy

Have fun ladies! I can’t wait to read about your quirks!

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Help me host a baby shower that is not LAME.

Once again I need some help so I’m turning to our fabulous readers!

I’m hosting a baby shower for a friend and my goal is to make it not lame. I know, I have high aspirations, but “not lame” is really about as much as I can hope!

I hosted a small shower for Jenny when she was pregnant with Sophie, and in an attempt to make it not lame, I came up with the idea (ok I googled it) to have each guest decorate a onesie for Sophie. After the guests got over their confusion and stopped looking at me like I had three heads, they actually got into it and created some pretty designs. However, the iron-on crayons didn’t stand up to the washings that onesies require, so that whole project ended up being lame.

I will also not subject my friend to the string/toilet paper/ribbon game – that is just not right. Very lame.

So give me some ideas! I am open to anything – ideas about games, food, decorations… whatever will make this shower be, say it with me, NOT LAME!

(As an aside, yesterday at King’s Island, Kate was on a ride that she didn’t feel was exciting enough for her adrenaline-loving self, so she yelled “This is so lame!” the entire time. Andy asked me where she got that and I totally played dumb. Pretty sure he didn’t buy it.)

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Hey, Jealousy

Last week while on vacation in Virginia I got to witness a phenomenon I have been unfamiliar with for awhile: the teenage girl. I mean, sure, I used to be one, but it’s been um, a long time. So I think it is safe to say I hadn’t been in that frame of mind for awhile.

Our best friends went with us on vacation, and their 14-year-old daughter Krisha brought a 16-year-old friend, Kierstin. I have spent quite a bit of time with Krisha, but to see two teens in action was really something. They stayed up ’til 2, slept ’til noon, had water fights, made brownies, and texted their brains out (many times to each other when they were two feet away.) They laughed and giggled and screamed and danced and always had one more thing to do before we could get out the door to go anywhere.

One morning, or actually afternoon, as they stumbled sleepily down the hall after nearly sleeping until lunch time, I felt a confusing pang of jealousy hit me like a hammer. Jealous? Why would I be jealous? “Who wants to go back to their teenage years?” I asked myself. “The angst, the hormones, the social jockeying, the identity crises? No thanks.”

Yet somehow, I couldn’t talk myself out of envying them. Maybe I’m viewing history with rose-colored glasses, but I remember my teenage years as being pretty carefree. I saw in Krisha and Kierstin the things I used to have and be and do (minus the texting) when I was their age. I miss the sleeping in, the eating whatever I want, the not having bills to pay. I love being a wife and a mother – the blessings God has given me are boundless – but at times I tire of having the weight of such an important responsibility on my shoulders. I can’t say I feel that way every minute of every day, but at that moment, the Fabulous Life of Krisha and Kierstin (which should tootally be a Disney Channel show) looked pretty darn good. I mean, I don’t want to shop at Hollister or anything but sleeping in once in awhile and not having a checkbook would be grreeeaat.

So. There it is. Another one of my numerous flaws. Anyone else wanna move back in with mom and dad and catch rides to the mall?

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