The other day I was lamenting to my sister over medical bills, I should have known better. Then next morning as I was driving my girls to their nanny I see my check engine light come on!! Talk about getting my heart rate up...that should have counted as cardio exercise. My girls, oblivious, continued their barrage of "How do you spell..." questions as I began repeating my mantra "Please don't blow up" in my head all the while attempting to cheerfully continue our conversation.
Later that day, when I headed to lunch, I started my car and closed my eyes thinking that maybe, just maybe, the light would just go away. Nope. The orangeish, vaguely engine shaped light, was still shining up at me.
I find it funny how this little symbol can be so menacing yet so vital. I mean, raise your hand if you like the check engine light to come on...oh yes I see that hand, and that one, bless you ~ oh wait wrong lesson. I honestly think that no one does.
I've thought alot about my check engine light. I think back on relationships, purchases made, food eaten, words spoken, and wonder where was my check engine light?!?! Maybe that's part of the spice in life, not knowing what's to come...it definitely makes hindsight 20/20.
I am a worrier...earlier in life a BIG worrier. My husband has really balanced me out in that department. I still worry, just not as much. I've accepted that very few things come with a "check engine" light and as a wise man has said "worry is just experiencing a crisis before it happens." Guess I'm trying to live by that ~ there are already enough crisis going on to frivolously add more.
So I'll seek out a good repair person (thank you Autozone for free diagnostics) once I know what the problem is.
P.S. Only 15 days til my hubby starts his eariler shift! Woohoo!!
April 14, 2011
March 31, 2011
Panties and poop
Really what's this about? you may be wondering. Having one who is not quite to the stage of 100% potty independence (see title to get the idea) and one still not night time ready, I deal with bodily functions quite a bit. Soon I get to begin this process anew ~ y a y ;)
I have come to have a great dislike for poop. It's gross, it smells, it can just get everywhere ~ you understand and if you say you don't ~ you lie...so how do I teach my daughter to take care of this on her own? Keep in mind that this question comes from a mom who hesitates to let them eat messy things with no help (I know, eating and poop in the same paragraph probably a huge faux pas ~ eh well one begets the other ). Also I don't understand those who have said that they (for lack of a more tactful way to say it) don't check to see if they have the all clean. I mean really...how is that sanitary? Doesn't that make for skidd marked panties (or underware if you will)?
Speaking of panties...another thing I have a dislike for. Both of my girls think panties are fabulous, a fashion statement of sorts. But I disagree. First ~ the fit...why are there so many options...maybe because one's backside can come in all sorts of shapes and sizes but really a little string thing seems to be a waste of money. If you're looking for something sultry, well, I can think of cheaper alternatives. And thongs (or what ever they may be called now) have NO place in a children's clothing store, that's absurd.
Second ~ the location. Why must the bra/panty section be on the edge near the main "traffic/walk way" in stores? Does everyone need to know the print I like or the cut I prefer? I mean we're good friends and all but I don't think so...not to mention that those in the store with me aren't usually my friends, just fellow shoppers. Now I realize that there are specialty stores for my skivies, but I'm not shelling out the amount on the price tag.
So in summary (ooh I feel like I'm in my English lit class now) I am confounded by area of my personal self. If I could get one free ridiculous question to ask of God it would be what was He thinking when He designed the neither regions :)
I understand that this blog may have been on the TMI side and you may be trying to figure out how you can get some soap in your eyes with out the burn after reading it, but hey this is me and you like me right? I'm glad you made it all the way through ~ hopefully you'll be back for more ;)
I have come to have a great dislike for poop. It's gross, it smells, it can just get everywhere ~ you understand and if you say you don't ~ you lie...so how do I teach my daughter to take care of this on her own? Keep in mind that this question comes from a mom who hesitates to let them eat messy things with no help (I know, eating and poop in the same paragraph probably a huge faux pas ~ eh well one begets the other ). Also I don't understand those who have said that they (for lack of a more tactful way to say it) don't check to see if they have the all clean. I mean really...how is that sanitary? Doesn't that make for skidd marked panties (or underware if you will)?
Speaking of panties...another thing I have a dislike for. Both of my girls think panties are fabulous, a fashion statement of sorts. But I disagree. First ~ the fit...why are there so many options...maybe because one's backside can come in all sorts of shapes and sizes but really a little string thing seems to be a waste of money. If you're looking for something sultry, well, I can think of cheaper alternatives. And thongs (or what ever they may be called now) have NO place in a children's clothing store, that's absurd.
Second ~ the location. Why must the bra/panty section be on the edge near the main "traffic/walk way" in stores? Does everyone need to know the print I like or the cut I prefer? I mean we're good friends and all but I don't think so...not to mention that those in the store with me aren't usually my friends, just fellow shoppers. Now I realize that there are specialty stores for my skivies, but I'm not shelling out the amount on the price tag.
So in summary (ooh I feel like I'm in my English lit class now) I am confounded by area of my personal self. If I could get one free ridiculous question to ask of God it would be what was He thinking when He designed the neither regions :)
I understand that this blog may have been on the TMI side and you may be trying to figure out how you can get some soap in your eyes with out the burn after reading it, but hey this is me and you like me right? I'm glad you made it all the way through ~ hopefully you'll be back for more ;)
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