Do You Want Me to Wrap Them?

Today is the husband's birthday. He's 37 and acts 17.

We spent the night at the new resort and Casino a few towns over for free. Free parking, free hotel room and free "sky's the limit" dinner at the Steakhouse. It pays to work for a hotel chain and have friends! After dinner we went back to the room to get ready to go gambling and as we're known to do on occassion we passed out cold and missed the entire evening of gambling. Oh, well. More money in our pockets, right?

The kiddos stayed with the Grampire (aka Grammy) and were exhausted when we picked them up this morning.

Due to the amount of laziness I have in my body, I did order/buy presents for the hubster. I just hadn't wrapped them. Or bought a cake. Or a bought a card. Or really done anything "birthdayish" for him. I had grandiose plans and then the bank statement was available and I realized I couldn't afford to do anything other than use some old recycled gift bags and construction paper cards.

So to get to the point of this rambling mess.... On the ride home with the kids I say to the husband, "Hey. I have some gifts for you but I didn't wrap them. Do you want me to wrap them or do you not care?". Apparently, you aren't supposed to put people on the spot like that and he wasn't thrilled with me. I responded that I don't care if my gifts are wrapped and I don't mind wrapping his gifts. But, if he didn't care I wasn't going to.

Seemed reasonable to me.

The conclusion. Next time, I'll wrap the gifts and avoid the conversation. Gift wrap seems so wasteful but I suppose I could have thrown them into a bag or something. The Amazon box seemed like good enough wrapping to me. < shrugging shoulders >

Here's to New Ventures

I've decided to start my own small business and I'm getting excited. I'm anxious of course but that's to be expected.

My new business is going to be selling used children's clothing. My own inventory at first, eventually leading up to selling other peoples clothes on consignment.

I only plan on selling higher end items. No t-shirts or sweatpants. I also don't want to sell sizes smaller than 12M, just because the market is glutted with newborn/infant clothing and I don't want to have that much inventory.

Wish me luck. I have a lot of work to do to get set up and started but I know I can do. I've been aching to do this for years and it's now or never.

XOXOX Kisses!

Laser Hair Removal. Pshaw!

For Christmas last year I told my husband I wanted laser hair removal. Full Brazilian laser hair removal. I said I'd take care of the minor details, his only job was to not bitch about how much money I was going to spend. He agreed. hehe.

I found a Groupon, bought it and went to two sessions out of six. Then, all hell broke loose in my life. Or, I just haven't had time to go back. One of those is correct.

So I'm now two sessions in. Three months later I have to say I see NO FRICKIN' DIFFERENCE at all. The same amount of crazy thick coarse hairy girl hair is hanging out down there.

I wonder how many sessions you need before you start to be able to tell that you've spend all that money and the hair doesn't regrow like a weed?

Salt & Vinegar

Salt &vinegar are not just for chips!!!

I recently had surgery. My pelvic organs prolapsed and I needed everything fixed up, moved or removed in my lower abdomen. I had minimally invasive surgery using a robot, but the surgeon also decided to do a little reconstruction of my girl parts once my organs had been lifted and moved. I'm not upset about it, having babies really messes that area up.

However, all the drainage and bleeding and dampness led to an external yeast infection or as I fondly call it, adult diaper rash. I was in agony!

So I went back to my surgeon and showed her. She prescribed a nystatin powder, an anti fungal cream and some butt paste to remedy the situation. None of this seemed to help. It just made the area feel slimy, gooey, wet and still itchy and raw.

My mother, god bless her, recommended a sitz bath, sitting around with my legs wide open to keep the area dry and a heat lamp. Let me tell you! Sitting in that salt and vinegar bath for fifteen minutes last night was so soothing and again this morning.  I'm feeling better already. 

Thanks Mom. You really do know the best remedy for almost everything.

Things Husbands Should Know

I moved in with my husband in the year 2000. I haven't changed much. I still do pretty much all the same things the same way as I always have, the way I was taught or the way I decided was best for me.

That being said, after 12 years there are things my husband should know.

1. If you leave your empty shampoo bottle in the shower, I will assume you still have shampoo and won't buy you anymore. Do not use m shampoo. It causes an imbalance in my shampoo to conditioner ratio and seriously pisses me off.

2.  When I tell you I want a sald for dinner, don't suggest we go to a pizza place. Pizza place salads are iceberg with a few tomato slices and some bottle dressing. I could make that shit at home. I want a SALAD, with meat and lots of goodies.

3. Things break in our house. If I ask you to fix them, don't wait six weeks. After the second week of it being broken I'm going to be pissed, by the fourth week I'm livid. When you ask for my help in week six I'm so pissed off I'll most likely snap at you and tell you to fucking hire someone to fix it if you can't do it by yourself. However, if you had asked for my help during week one through three, I might have assisted. You fucked yourself buddy.

4. Items placed on the staircase are to be brought upstairs on your next trek up. Items left at the top of the stairs are to be taken down when you go downstairs next. I will notice if you walk past them and be salty.

5. Car maintenance is not my job. Neither is trash or gross insect removal. If I'd wanted to handle that shit I would have stayed single.

6. Don't talk to me while I'm reading. I know I read all the time. Still don't talk to me while i'm reading.

I have a million more but these are a nice start.

Kisses!

WOW!

I'd forgotten that I'd even started this blog.  I suppose I should get back into posting here.

This was to be my blog that didn't have anything to do with my kids.  It's all about me.  I wonder what I'll do with it?

Guess we'll have to wait and see.

Another FB Funny

My FB (not quite) friend posted this today:‎

(insert unoriginal comment about how much Mondays stink & how quickly the weekend flew by. Add colon & parenthesis to make frown face for effect.)