Letter Writing Campaign

It’s been a couple of days…no posts, no comments.  I’ve been in a shitty mood.  Nothing seems to be going my way right now.  I’ve decided to launch a letter-writing campaign to tell all of those who have pissed me off in the past two days just how I feel…

Mother Nature – ENOUGH ALREADY with the freaking snow.  Why is it necessary for it snow every.single.day?  Have you thought about where all of this water will go when the thaw comes?  Really?  Obviously you don’t have a basement that could potentially have an intake of water.  If you did, you’d think better about having 42 feet of snow come through the Detroit area.

Road Commissions – I think you are all in cohoots with Mother Nature.  When snow falls, it makes road conditions shitty.  Did you know that?  Those big trucks that are sitting on your lots – those are PLOWS on the front.  They serve a purpose.   They’re for (GASP) moving snow OFF the roads.   Now I lived in Texas, I see what happens when there is a threat of snow.  The whole freaking state closes down.  But not here – in 15″ of snow this city and it’s people are expected to CARRY ON with the daily business.  I have a suggestion – try making it a little easier on everyone here.  Ok?  Do you need more workers to drive those plows?  Well, have you seen the paper lately – we have plenty of unemployed workers in this state that would gladly take the wheel.  So how about it?  BTW – how much do you pay hourly?  I want to know how much of my taxes went to the two jackasses in the big trucks, sitting window to window, bullshitting and blocking the street I needed to go down?  Just curious.

Dunkin Donuts in the Gas Station Manager – Yeah, you know who you are.  Trying to save money on heat and hot water?   Well not heating the bathrooms or having hot water to wash your icicle hands SUCKS.  I think my ass almost stuck to the seat.  And my hands are just getting the feeling back today – 28 hours later. 

Retailers (the big ones) – I appreciate that it is springish weather is some parts of the country but I think you really need to be more intuned to the needs of each region in the country.  Heck – I mean MY region.  It’s great to see all of the cutsie spring shorts and tees on the shelves.  But my poor little angel just went through a little growth spurt not so long ago and she needs pants.  Leggings.   Her 3T clothes are short – her little ankles are exposed.  So when I go into my local big store (you know who you are) and can’t find anything that isn’t lightweight or goes below the knee, I get a little pissed off.  Especially since I am sitting here, writing this and looking out the fucking window at more damn snow.   Try stocking some winter clothes in January, ok?  You’d make many consumers happy.

The restaurant around the corner – yes, the one I just got my lunch from.  If I wanted my bread burned, rather than lightly toasted as your menu claims, I would have asked for it.  So instead of a sandwich, I ate chicken salad – medicore chicken salad – with a fork.   At least the cream cheese brownie perked me up a bit.

Can you all just work with me?  I’m pregnant, hormonal, and really don’t enjoy being in a shitty mood.   So step up and get with the program.  The world would be a better place.


I knew I was in trouble when…

Last night, before Avery took her bath, I was laying down on my bed, resting.  Let’s face it, I’m exhausted most of the time.  Goes with the program, no biggie.  Avery climbed up on the bed and leaned in super close…

“Mommy, what’s wrong?”

“Mommy doesn’t feel good, honey.”

“Ok, let me go get my tools and I’ll fix you.”

Now I thought about this for a moment.  We got her a Make Me Well baby doll for Christmas that came with all of the doctor stuff.  So this is what I was expecting her to bring up:


However, Avery had something different in mind.  She brought the special present that Daddy picked out for her.  So instead, I got this…


I was hammered, drilled, sawed. bolted and wrenched all in the matter of minutes.   She thought it was absolutely hiliarious.  And she kept telling me “Laugh, Mommy” so I indulged her.  Which only made her do it even more.

Surprisingly, it worked.  I feel better today.

Thank you note rant

You might think I am a little nuts (if you don’t already) but I am a STICKLER for writing Thank You notes.  I was raised this way…get a gift, immediately send a TY note.  Handwritten, personalized, etc.  My mom had me doing them when I could write and I write them well and am very timely in sending them out. (Ok, if you are reading this and I owe you a TY note…sorry!  I have been busy.)  

When Hubby and I got married, TY notes were sent two days after the showers and within a month of the wedding.  See what I mean?  Slightly anal.

Anyhoo – I get pissed when I don’t get a TY note for a gift.  Really I do.  I can’t let the matter die.  We (Hubby, Avery and I) were in  his cousin’s wedding in 2007.  I went to a shower in May, hosted a shower in June, went to her Bachelorette party and was in the wedding.  I made them a freaking scrapbook for crying out loud.  In total we spent about $2000 on this wedding.  NO THANK YOU NOTE – not for ANY of it.  This really gets my blood boiling.  Good thing I don’t have to have my blood pressure taken right at this exact moment.  For some reason, I just can’t let this matter die.  It haunts the back of my mind and pokes at me every once in awhile.  And I know I am getting on a tangent but I have tell you how important this little bit of etiquette is to me. 

But recently, I discovered a new trend.  A major faux paux in my mind, the Queen of the Hand Written, sealed, stamped note.   Recently, friends of ours warranted a gift.  Hubby and I selected it, and I mailed it.   A few days later, I got a message on Facebook.  At first I thought it was just acknowledgement of the gift, but the more I read the message, it was intended to be a REPLACEMENT for a mailed TY.  Um, I was bothered by this.  I am one for technological advances and quick communication but has it gotten so bad that taking less than 5 minutes to write a note is too much?  I hope not…in this era of Crackberries, and texting, and email, and cell phones, it would be a shame to lose such a personal touch to technology.

This will never happen to me.  And Avery will learn the importance of writing a thank you note.  And she will kick and scream, just like I did.  I couldn’t understand why my mom forced the issue.  Until I was an adult.  Then I got it.  And thank you note classes will begin…Just as soon as she can write her name.

Baby Wonderland

I just returned from an adventure.  Normally I work on Friday but today, I had it off.  So my MIL and I planned an excursion.  To what I now lovingly refer to as “Baby Wonderland”…

It’s a new store in our area.  Buy Buy Baby….now if you have one nearby and have been, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

We pulled up, and MIL had her handcapped tag.  However, I shrugged off the big blue parking spot for a better place.  Expectant Mother Parking.  1st spot right outside the door.  Oh Yeah.

And then we walk in and I am just in awe.  Overwhelmed but yet excited at the same time.  I get to shop for BABY things again.  (And I just felt a nudge from my little nudger).  I am there to look at strollers, but I just can help touching and feeling EVERY.SINGLE.THING! 

We looked at strollers, bedding, blankets, diaper bags, and dreamed of things blue that are to be bought should the Bean turn out to be a boy.  I didn’t want to leave. 

Lucky for me, the store is a 1/2 hour away, so daily trips won’t be possible.  But I will go back!  And I know it’s tacky, because this is my second baby, but I started a baby registry online.  It’s been four years, there is so much more exciting doodads out there.  Avery missed out, I think.  (Not really, she had everything under the sun!)

And then I noticed the price tags.  And the signage.  And it all looked familiar.  Like another one of my favorite stores.  So I asked the sales associate “Is this store part of Bed Bath & Beyond?”  And she smiled “Why, yes it is!”


And that’s what makes a Friday GREAT!

Dear Avery,

Mommy is so proud of you for doing such a great job keeping your toys neat.  It really helped that Daddy and I spent hours reorganizing everything into tubs, moving your toy chest downstairs, and moving out some toys you generously agreed to give to the baby.

No longer am I stepping on doll house parts or little people as I try to navigate my way to your bed to tuck you in during the middle of the night.  No longer am I finding paper bags containing stuffed animals, Mr. Potato Head parts and half chewed crayons (courtesy of Montana, not Avery) all over the house.  You are growing up, and learning responsibility.  It warms my heart.  We still have a little work to do, but we’ll get there.  TEAMWORK, right?

In light of all of this, I have to say that when I asked you to please pick up the My Little Ponies that were strewn all over the living room, this isn’t really what I had in mind.  BUT, I have to give you credit, they were up off the floor.



(And yes, that is Olivia, the well-traveled Pony that you see there!)


Who knew Little Ponies had magnets in their feet?  Apparently Avery figured it out.

If life gives you lemons, make lemonade!

I have received two awards that I need to put up….each is getting it’s own post because they are each special! 

First, I received this beauty…


From KDLOST!  Thank you!  I just love your blog!  And she does a GREAT job of picking out wine glasses!

So here are the rules:

1. Put the logo on your blog or post.

2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show GREAT ATTITUDE and/or GRATITUDE!

3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.

4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.

5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

And those I am sharing this lovely award with are: 


My Chihuahua Bites


Very Good Year





Shannon (At the Nut House)



All of your wonderful blogs have been my sanity savers!  Thanks for being you!

Too Good Not to Post

michigan boobies


Yes, I live in Michigan and Yes, I have boobies.  Growing ones, thanks to the hormones.  But if you’re looking for a date – try eharmony or match.com ok?  Don’t come here looking for Michigan Boobies.  You might also try 8 mile – I hear there’s lots of nudie girls over there too.