As if I needed a reminder that motherhood is not glamorous...

I was standing at the sink tonight cleaning out the (gag) lunchbox Peanut had (gag) forgotten at school since last Thursday (gag), Bubba asked if I'd like some stickers. I'm never one to turn down stickers.

"Ok, Mommy, I will put them on your butt!"

Fabulous.

And then I did what any busy momma who has learned to pick her battles does...I let him do it. Only when I decided that I wanted to sit down did I pick them off and put them on my shoulder.

Strep strep go away...

Poor little Bubba.

The fever started Thursday morning.

The fever got worse Friday morning.

The strep test didn't even finish before it showed positive Friday afternoon.

Is it spring yet?

My new imaginary best friend

Let me introduce you to my new friend Ree. Ok, she's not really my friend. But if I actually knew her and she knew me, I guarantee we would be friends.

Anyway...

Pioneer Woman - I love everything about this website. I love the blog, her recipes and her photography. I have recently made her salsa and the chocolate cake (and mine actually looked like that picture - that never happens!).

They were both to die for. And I am also a total salsa snob. I am very hard to please - as is my husband - and we both love it. The only thing I did differently to the salsa was add more garlic because I'm a garlic gal. TH thinks there could also be some green pepper added next time.

She also has a cookbook out that I had to buy because her photography is just so awesome. Her recipes are super easy to follow, complete with pictures and step by step instructions for dummies like me.

Try it...and report back.

Another way to know you're old...

You have to buy one of these. Yup, not only did I have to buy a pill box, but I had to buy one for AM and PM pills.

Ha ha ha.

Ok, seriously, I don't take that many pills. I take one for my bum thyroid in the morning and several vitamins/supplements at night. The problem I was running into (old age?) was that I would take my thyroid pill and not remember doing it. I have to take it as soon as I get up, which most of you know I don't think clearly until about 10am. And it has become so automatic, I don't even think about it.

Before I know it, I'll be buying reading glasses at the Dollar Tree! :-)

It's not that hard

Why does it seem like I put the toilet seat down 93847 times each day?

Oh, right, because I do.

I live with a bunch of boys.

It saved my sanity

I love things that make life more organized and easier. Since becoming an adult, I have been haunted by "tupperware". You know, plastic storage containers. Ever notice how everyone calls it "tupperware" but very few people actually have that wonderfully overpriced stuff?

Anyway, I have spent more time than I care to admit in the last 13 years searching for lids that match containers.

Combine that with the fact that we have a small country kitchen with not enough cabinet space (does anyone actually feel like they have enough cabinet space??) and you have one annoyed, busy, workin' momma.

So, I got rid of all the old stuff. It was hard because it was in ok shape and I'm not a wasteful person, but I also hate clutter. So my impatience for clutter won.

And this is what I bought...

It's Rubbermaid and the lids stick to the bottom. Not only that, but there are several different sizes that can use the same lid and stack inside each other. It's the best ever.

I highly recommend that you try this. And Rubbermaid isn't even paying me to endorse!

Reddi Whip

My MIL always has Reddi Whip in her fridge. And we never do. So every time we're at her house it's a party. Who do you think enjoyed it the most?

Yup, I think you know the answer.

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a....gym teacher?

Tonight at dinner, Peanut told me he wished he could fly.

Me: "Like a bird?"

Peanut: "Yup!"

Me: "Well, you should be a pilot when you grow up."

Peanut: "NO!"

Me: "Why? What do you want to be when you grow up?"

Peanut: "A gym teacher."

Me: "Cool!"

I am going to ask Peanut at least once a week what he wants to be when he grows up. How fun will this be to see how that changes from week to week?

When I grow up

I want to be just like Patti Stanger. She tells people exactly how it is with no apologies.

This show is like a drug.

I dare you to not watch it.