I know that I’m probably the last person to see this clip. I’m always last. But I love it. I saw this on Mommy Mishaps’ site and thought I would die. I always think the manicurist is talking about me when I get my nails done. I know she’s wondering how I could have a husband with my nasty short nails. If you haven’t seen this, I hope you enjoy it. If you have, well, just sit back and have another laugh.
I’m a good person. I’m polite. I’m friendly. And I never steal. OK, that blog idea from Miss Prissy was sorta stolen, but she did say it was fine. Aren’t we past that by now?
Getting back to my good qualities, I really am a decent person. But sometimes, temptation is too great. Something comes along and despite all my willpower, I completely cave.
That happened last week.
It all began when my sister and brother-in-law came over. I guess I’m partially to blame. I never should have let them in the house.
The moment I got a good look, I wanted it! As I stared, I began plotting and scheming. How was I going to get this dog for myself? I’m telling you, if you saw it, you would understand my obsessive thoughts.
My sister confessed that she felt the same. See, it wasn’t even hers. It belonged to a friend. She was only keeping it for the week. And it was turning even my sweet, quiet sister into a conniving woman. We had to have it!
So, what horrible thing could destroy two good women? What spawn of evil could make us consider stealing or kidnapping? Well, here he is. He’s a Maltepoo and his name is Rusty.
Unfortunately, his owner ripped him from our lives and I never got a chance to steal him. How could she take her own dog from us?
Maybe there’s a chance we can still get him. I’m going to work on a plan. Bwahahaha. See you soon little fella! ♥
I’m shameless. I just swiped this post idea directly from Miss Prissy. Seeing as how she is totally great, she agreed when I asked to borrow the idea for my blog. Definitely read Miss Prissy’s post when you’re done here. So, what am I loving right now?
-All the little things my husband does for me, like filling up my car, buying me magazines that he knows I like, & leaving a light on for me if he goes to bed first.
-When my husband plays with the kids.
-Hearing my 3 year old really laugh. It’s contagious.
-Seeing my 10 year old son be a gentleman. He’s so cute holding the door!
-Watching my 8 year old daughter ride horses. She is in her own perfect little world.
-Chocolate frosting. Need I say more?
-Going out with my mom and sister. We ALWAYS have a fantabulous time no matter what we do.
-Sitting on the beach.
-Vacationing with my husband.
-Going out to eat. I love not having to cook.
-Reading inside when it’s raining outside.
-Fried green tomatoes.
-Getting a neck and scalp massage when the shampoo girl washes my hair. I’m falling asleep just thinking about it.
-A hot cup of hazelnut coffee.
-Family dinners.
-Playing cards with friends and family. OK, winning card games against friends and family.
I have no eyelashes. So when I find a miraculous mascara that gives me visible, dare I say l
ong lashes, well, I’m ecstatic. I am so happy, I just might stand at my front door and tell all the people that drive by to stop and look at them. Or maybe not. They might want to come in and my house is a total wreck.
Anyway, the mascara that gives me spectacular lashes is called Imju Fiberwig and I love it immensely. Not only does it give me noticeable lashes, but it doesn’t smudge or run. I wore it on our trip to Chattanooga at an amusement park and at the end of the long, hot day, there were no raccoon eyes on this girly girl.
If you ever see me in person you might ask yourself, “That girl is excited about THOSE lashes?” Please remember that I have horrible, nonexistent puny little wanna-be lashes. So of course I’m going to be happy when a product creates something from almost nothing. My lashes would be almost invisible without it.
This mascara is a must for those of us who weren’t blessed with good lashes and those of us who aren’t coordinated enough to figure out false ones.
Day Three of our trip, we woke up early and got 11 people ready, checked out of the hotel, hurried through the drive-thru for breakfast and made it to church. Then we drove back downtown for lunch.
Before heading home, we took the kids to the Tennessee Valley Railroad Museum for a train ride. The tour included a ride through the Missionary Ridge Tunnel that was completed in 1858 and was constructed by hand using picks, shovels and black powder. We also got to see how a train is turned around which was really cool. We saw several old engines and cars that dated back to the Civil War. It’s always nice to throw in a little learning on a trip.
The drive back home was not as relaxing. We missed our exit and the two hour drive turned into a three 
hour test of our patience which we failed. At least my 3 year old slept a good part of the trip. When we got home, we ate dinner at PF Chang’s. That calmed us down a bit after the extra time trapped in the car.
It really was a fun weekend. We did stuff for the kids the whole trip and I think that’s good. Most trips, we don’t plan completely around the kids, but this one was for them. And they loved it. They kept thanking us for the trip. Mission accomplished.
I think my kids often think of me as “unreasonable, don’t-understand-us-at-all, you’re-so-unfair” mom. As of this post, I’m now “awesome, super-rockin’” mom. I’m sure that title won’t last, but I’m basking in the moment.
If you can’t stand not knowing how incredible day one and day two of our vacation were, you’re in luck. Just click the links and you can read all about it.
After a thrilling day one, we launched day two with a stroll around downtown Chattanooga. I controlled my sweet tooth and only bought one caramel at the fudge shop and nothing in the candy store. Thank you, thank you very much!
Around noon, we took the kids to see a Mystery Theater show. It was hilarious! The lunchtime show is just for kids; the older kids (OK, the parents too) laughed the whole time. The younger kids weren’t sure if it was funny or scary.
Next, we went to the zoo. We saw some kind of kill-anyone who-comes-too-close breed of snake. Completely disgusting! We saw Red Pandas, a Snow Leopard, gorillas, Spider Monkeys, and lots of little creepy-crawly things. The zoo also had an area where the kids could pet goats and ponies and little donkeys. M and I were fine until we saw a slew of mice and we went running out of the barn. Our husbands and the worker guy seemed amused at our distress. Some things just aren’t right, and mice are at the top of that list.
After the zoo, we went out for dinner. I figured I deserved a little treat after the nasty mice incident, so we ordered Chocolate Divine and Peanut Butter Cheesecake. Delicious! Then we walked around at an outdoor art festival. I met a lady, and her cutie daughter, who sells her stuff on Etsy. She was super nice and I love, love, love her books. Then we headed back to the hotel and stayed up late talking and playing.
Another successful day of vacation!
On July 4th, we loaded up our three kids and headed to Chattanooga, Tennessee for the weekend. I packed for
a family of 12 heading to the desert for 4 weeks. I’m a horrible packer, I admit it. I always pack one outfit for each day, a few extras in case we go somewhere nice for dinner or someone gets their outfit dirty. Plus, I always throw in a few extra items in case the weather goes all arctic on us. And I never forget the shoes for dressing up and for dressing down and for walking around. Unfortunately on this trip, I forgot sleeping bags, swim goggles and one kid’s medicine. But hey, they sure did look good.
Anyway, we planned to leave around 10 in the morning, so of course it was noon when we pulled out of our driveway. That’s actually not too bad for us. We had a pleasant and uneventful drive, which any parent of small children will tell you, is a wonderful gift from above.
Our kids entertained themselves with their video games and movies and even looked up occasionally to enjoy the view. We didn’t make the usual four stops every ten miles, which was great. My husband and I were able to have an uninterrupted adult conversation. I’d almost 
forgotten what that was like.
We checked into our hotel in Chattanooga, threw the luggage in our room, then headed off to Lake Winnie Amusement Park to meet our best friends, J and M, and their four kids. We have traveled more times than I can count with them and surprisingly, they still seem to like us.
Using our parenting genius, we divided up so the kids could ride as many things as possible. The toddlers rode a bunch of kiddie rides, including a mini roller coaster. I rode with the kids the first time and M rode with them the next go-round. As is her luck, the coaster stopped part way into the ride. She had to drag two of the kids out of the car and climb over the tracks. She also got stuck in the hotel elevator on our NY trip last year, so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Crazy things always happen to her.
The bigger kids rode paddle boats, the ferris wheel and several spin-you-around-until-you-throw-up rides. M and I agreed that we were insane to let our kids ride some of those rides. We’ve put too much time and effort into getting them raised to this point to lose them on some crazy rickety old ride. Our husbands just laughed at us.
The kids loved the park. We thought it seemed kinda dirty and some of the people there were just plain scary. Maybe it’s not normally like that, but ewww. It’s definitely not Disney, but it’s nearby and the kids had a blast. Plus, I did enjoy a huge Icee and a funnel cake. That was definitely worth putting up with a few carny folk.
