Me. {raises hand ever so slowly}
Before anyone goes crazy on me about this just keep in mind I’ve told you several times over and over that I am one forgetful person. This is where I get to say, I told you so. hehe Obviously my absentmindedness has NO boundaries. So while I’d like to pretend that I am shocked and horrified that I forgot to brush today, I just can’t. I have actually forgotten before. Not often, but it has happened. What I’m embarrassed about is what I did when I realized that I forgot.
I was rushing out the door to get Aryanna to school. I put the keys in the ignition and for some reason my mouth felt gritty and yucky just like they do when you haven’t brushed yet. It hit me. “Dammit!”, I thought. I actually sat there a few seconds contemplating what I should do. I know most of you are screaming at your monitor saying, “YOU GO BRUSH, THAT’S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO!!” I however, didn’t want to get out of the car. Hey, I was already comfy and all buckled, what do you want from me? I looked down and saw the juice drink I brought for myself for the ride. I took a swig, swished it around like mouthwash and prayed no one at her school would come close enough or even strike up a conversation with me. Thankfully no one did talk to me except for the usual passing hello’s.
I’m sure you’re wondering why I would embarrass myself so publicly right? What better way to remember important stuff than through humiliation at times. Hey, I can laugh at myself. Now you can laugh with me. 
So there you have it, my confession for the day. At least when I got back I brushed.
I hope everyone had a good Easter. We did. It was laid back with just my husband, the kids, my Mom and my little brother. After we made the baskets we dyed some eggs. This year we took a drive to my Mom’s house. She made the best rib roast ever. I have got to get the recipe for that one! Here are some pics. I know I’m a day late but I was exhausted yesterday and wasn’t even going to begin to try to put the album together. Enjoy the pictures.
I confess. Lately I have been in an epic battle with writer’s block. I have been struggling with this for weeks. After New Year’s I was doing so well…posting every single day or every other day…then BAM…I hit the brick wall. I’ve been really trying to figure out what my problem is and I KNOW precisely what is wrong.
I am just one of those pencil to the paper kind of girls. Writing for me is cathartic. I prefer writing in a notebook and then copying what I’ve written onto the computer. For some reason, when I’m writing on paper my thoughts flow out of me smoothly and at some point after I get started in my writing, my pencil becomes unrelenting in it’s mission to transcribe the thoughts in my brain to the words on the page.
So that is one part of my problem. The other part - and this will come as no surprise - is that I forget what the heck I wanted to write about by the time I get to sit down at the computer. I will sometimes sit and stare blankly at my screen as if the monitor is going to play back what happened over the course of the day in an effort to remind me of what I wanted to talk about when I suddenly blurted out at some point, “Oh I have got to blog about that today.” Short of video recording myself all day, I need to carry a notebook and pencil or one of those pocket voice recorders so that every time I have a thought about something I want to blog about, I can jot a quick note down.
I am seriously going to try this strategy and see how it pans out. I’ll be letting you. Well actually, I guess if you start seeing more frequent posts again you’ll know it worked. :) Now I remember why I never make New Year’s resolutions. I NEVER keep them as you see. Not all of them anyhow.
Math has never been my favorite subject in the world. I did get to take honors classes in math, but that doesn’t mean I was excellent at it. My best friend tutored me through it. In a minute, you’ll see why she had to.
We haven’t had to use our checking account lately. Any outstanding checks or charges have had time to clear. For several weeks the account kept showing that we had more money than what I was calculating. This has been bugging me to no end because I check things off in the register as they clear and only two things totaling roughly $70 didn’t clear. The online banking kept saying I had about $450 more than I should have.
Thankfully this is a newer account and I only had to go back to July. We rarely used the account so there were only a few things to see in the first couple months. After that though, I had to go through each and every statement and check off each and every item in my registry for a second time thinking I might have missed something. It took me two hours of my life to do that. Nothing was missing!! The only thing it could have been was my math. I have done it before where I have miscalculated so maybe this time it was in our favor.
It was.
I went through every single line of my check registry and did the math all over. When I went to subtract a charge I must have pushed the wrong button or something on the calculator because we have $470 extra. This is just another classic example of my air-headed-ness at times. One has to ask, when I was doing the math and only had to subtract about $180, did I not notice the sum I got was about $600 off? I do confess, I do stupid stuff like that all the time.
Do you know what I could buy or what bill I could pay with $470?
I have a confession.
I confess that when I was finished mixing the batter for the blueberry muffins, I filled each muffin cup with the appropriate amount then proceeded to lick the rest of the batter off the bottom of the mixing bowl. In fact, I was enjoying it so much so that I held the bowl up to my face and continued to lick the bowl (screw the damn spoon!!!). Hey! Don’t judge me!
Jordyn came in while I was licking the spoon one last time and said “Heeeeeeeey!! I wanted to lick the batter.”
Me: “I’m sorry…after I filled the muffin pan with the batter there was none left for anyone to lick.”
Him: “Then why do you have the spoon in your mouth and batter on your face?”
Busted.
