Gary left yesterday to go surfing and instead of sitting around cooped up in the house for the weekend I decided to get me and the girls out of the house. Being halloween, Friday and knowing that I had friends who would be taking their kids out, I called Kindra. Yep, sure enough, they were planning to go around her neighborhood, along with Alicia and Christopher. Both Alicia and Kindra asked what my husband said about my idea to take the girls out, knowing his opinion on halloween. I ended up calling him and actually asking if it was okay, after the usual lecture he was fine with it. Em was going to be a princess, Pooky was a very cute Elmo. After eatting pizza with Kindra, her husband, Super Mckenna and Devyn Kitty, we met up with Alicia and Obi Wan Christopher to treck the neighborhood. I've driven around there before, figured it wasn't all that big and not everybody would be home. Driving is vastly different than walking! Two hours later, my feet were killing me, my legs jelly, my lower back achy and I had two wal-mart bags topped off with candy. The little buckets that I had gotten the girls had been repeatedly emptied into the bags I carried. Now, normally I would complain about the achs and pains right now, but watching Pooky run up to all the houses, in her cute little red fuzzy costume and yell "Trick or Treak", then "thank you!" was very worth it. This wasn't Emily's first trick or treat run, its only been the last couple years that I haven't taken her, and as usual she was rather pesky about knocking on doors, but still very polite, even giving Christopher the last bag of woppers at one house. At home a candy full Pooky, hands sticky from whatever she managed to sneak while I wasn't looking, was tucked into bed. I sorted the candy, into three big bowls and gave one to Wayne....hopefully it will prevent him from stealing all the good stuff out of our bowls :-)
With Emily I am used to having serious discussions about behavior, needing to dicipline and all those other fun parenting tools. But Pooky is another story. She is just so darn cute, not to mention only 2...well almost 3, but still, little and cute! Today I made some cupcakes for a friends birthday, they were cooling on the kitchen counter but when I came back into the room, there were some Pooky sized finger holes in one. I looked around and there was the culprite, with pupcake (her term) crumbs on her shirt, her fingers in her mouth, sucking off the pupcake pieces. I asked her if she had ate the cupcake and without missing a beat, or removing her fingers, she looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and said "No" I asked her again, only to recieve the same answer. Well, I was at a loss. With Emily I could point out the crumbs on her shirt, her fingers in her mouth and call her on the lying, but how the heck was I supposed to handle the cute little bundle of crumb covered cuteness? She ended up with a swat and a stern "Do NOT mess with the cupcakes" after which she pouted off into the next room, with her head down.....still looking adorable.
Okay, everybody knows how fashion challenged I am. Apparently me and my dress in multiple colors is legendary, annoying not just my husband. He comments a couple times a month "can't you wear something different", my friends tease me, my kids actually help me pick out which color to wear each day! Its amusing, but getting rather old. So last week my dear husband gives me a good sum of money and orders me to the mall. I wasn't sure if I should be grateful or offended. But I enlisted the help of my fashion savy friend, Jenny, and we hit the malls today. As I sit here now, at midnight, my butt hurts and my legs are sore....oh wait, thats probably from the yoga we did earlier at the gym, although I'm sure all the shopping didn't help! After the gym this morning we herded the kids back to my place to critique my meager wardrobe. I pulled a lot out and threw it in the good will pile. I rearranged what was in my closet so some things I don't wear often, but are very flattering, were more prominate. Then Jenny surveyed the useful "what not to wear" books she has and we made lists. One list of styles that flatter my body type, that I can keep in my wallet to pull out whenever I go shopping. And another list of specific items that I am apparently required to have as staples of my wardrobe, top on the list....a pair of jeans. I own no jeans. I hate pants. They suck and are uncomfortable. Our first stop was Lane Bryant, where my opinion of jeans completely changed. In Lane Bryant world I wear a size 3 for one thing, which sounds much better than an 18. Top that off with they have pants actually designed for women, you know, people with hips, butts and other curves, not waif skinny stick figures that teen agers are now days. I fell in love with two pairs, got some perty earrings too (they were on the official must have list....I usually just wear studs) Our next stop was the actual mall....after a pit stop at Del Taco first, gotta have fuel to shop! We hit New York & Co for tops, Payless for shoes, Vic Secret for bras, then deviated from the official shopping plan and stopped at Bath & Body for some of the mint lip gloss that Jenny has and we all covet. Our last stop of the night was supposed to be Old Navy, we were sure it was open later than the mall, but to our shock, it closed at nine too!! Then I had the bright idea to actually call the one near my house, its on the strip, it has to be open later, and sure enough, it was. So more tops were bought at Old Navy, Jenny had to forcibly drag me away from a blue cotton dress, but otherwise I stuck to the shopping list and found quite a few casual, but cute, outfits. As I expected, when I got home, everybody else was asleep. There was nobody to revel in my new found style. But never fear, I left everything in the bags and will lay out each outfit for my dear loving husband in the morning so he may ooo and ahhh over every little detail....okay, so he will look at it all and ask why I didn't go shopping a year ago, but he'll still appreciate it in his own way, although he might complain that I don't actually need any more shoes.
Okay, I have had a blog on here for a while, but hadn't used it in a long time. So now apparently I have to start all over again! Oh, where to begin....hmmm, I don't want to begin! I wasn't planning any witty blogging tonight and am actually rather tired after an unusually crappy afternoon. So stay tuned, I shall return in a better, more creative mood, to discourse on my goofy children and strange friends :-)
