Sista' Tagged Me

I don't get tagged often and I see it as a test to see if I'm keeping up with certain people's blogs.

Em, do I pass?

The task - coming up with 6 things that make me weird. Well Em, I agree with you, I don't think I'm weird, I think I'm pretty normal. It's the rest of you that are off your rocker.

Here we go -

1. If you tell me that we are having hot dogs and macaroni and cheese for lunch and I come to the table and you serve me chicken and macaroni and cheese, I can't eat it. You see there has already been a message sent from my brain to my stomach and there's no turning back.

2. I will only buy name brand clothes for my kids. Call me snobby, call me weird, call it a good investment for my eBay business. I just can't bring myself to walk into WalMart and buy my kids ANYTHING to wear - including underwear.

3. I'm pretty much the same way with my own clothes and shoes.

4. I love doing laundry. I always do the household laundry in a specific order. I do our laundry first, Jake's second and then the girls last. I love seeing them all cleaned and hung up neatly in the laundry room and then smelling them when I fold them to put them away.

5. I have a glass of orange juice every morning for breakfast. And most of the time, that's it. If someone makes me breakfast, I'll eat it. But not matter if I just have my orange juice or my juice and some breakfast, I am ALWAYS starving at the same time every morning. So, I see it as a waist of my time and calories to have anything but just my OJ to get my blood sugar up and running.

6. I hate sand anywhere but the bottom of my feet. Don't like it on my hands, don't like it on my legs, don't like it on my arms, don't like it on my face. And don't shake a blanket with sand on it around me. I just might have to kill you. I don't know how I've made it this far with 3 children who love to roll in the sand and then come hug me. YUCK! DON'T TOUCH ME!

Finally

Finally.

The cold has finally gone up north where it belongs.

I've been to two different outlet malls.

I've been to a swamp.

I've visited the Manatee Park and actually for the first time, actually seen a manatee. They only come to the park when it is cold.

I've worn all the cold weather clothes I brought with me. And even washed them once so I could wear them again.

My kids have worn every jacket, capri, pant and even long sleeved outfits that I have brought them. And they have been washed once and then worn again.

Olivia wore her winter hat, winter jacket and spring jacket to the Edison Festival on Saturday.

But it finally came. The warmth. I'm not saying it's roasting and to native Floridians, it's cold. But we can at least go to the beach to play without wearing our winter gear. The kids have been dying to dig and construct and that's just what we gave them today. Olivia has been dying to wear some of her summer digs and break out the sandals and flip flops. I'm glad I could finally oblige her.

Happy V Day

It's not snowing. There is no ice. I don't have to wear a jacket when I go outside. I don't have to climb into my car and freeze my buns off waiting for the seat warmer to kick in.

Did I say there is no snow??

We arrived safely after a 3 1/2 hr drive to my mom's on Monday (to outrun the storm) and then a 16 hour drive south on Tuesday.

Drive, I say, just drive.

And keep driving.

I watch the temperature gauge on the car go UP and not DOWN. I love that part.

And I love watching the barren, snow afflicted trees turn more tropical and gain green, green, green as we drive south, south, south.

It's good to be here.

The kids at South of the Border

The kitties on the drive down

Happy Football Day

I hate football.

I've hated it forever.

I haven't even attempted to try and like it.

Before we moved, football was never on in our house nor was the word even mentioned. But when we moved here, in an effort to plug my son into his new community as soon as possible, I reluctantly relented to allowing my son to play on the local community football team.

Ever since then, it's been like opening Pandora's Box.

There is football on now almost every Sunday during the season and both my son and my husband enjoying those male bonding moments.

But I still hate it.

And today, Super Bowl Sunday, it's no exception. I have no interest in the game and could care less who wins.

The only thing that's made it more tolerable is a long standing tradition. This tradition started before Jake was even born and now that I think about it has gone on just about every year since then. Our yearly visit with "The Bears" AKA the Michael's, has made this day much easier for me. It means I can hang out with a fellow partner in crime and instead of watching the game, enjoy a day of thrift or resale shopping, eat wings and watch a chick flick. I look forward to that. I can swallow this day much easier knowing that our tradition stands year after year, game after game.

Me and Char

Little Bear and Tom

The Kids (missing Baby Foo who was napping at the time)

So, merry football and happy Super Bowl. Enjoy!