Go ahead...ask me.

Go ahead... ask me how many times Strawberry Frap brushed his teeth and showered at camp this week. Go ahead...I'll wait... Zip, zilch, ninguno, zero, nada, not one time, never. That's my answer. Seriously...that's what he told me. Eeewww. Oh wait - he did say he brushed ONCE. Isn't that so gross? I didn't bother to ask him if he ever changed his underwear. It might have sent me over the edge (seeing as how I was soooo close). Now Straw. Frap also said he liked a lot of girls this week at camp. A LOT. So when do you think he'll figure out that girls + good hygiene = results ? I hope really soon.

JOB....anyone???

Mr. Coffee was laid off last week. :( It's the stinkin' economy and his company's need to cut costs. We are going to miss that company so much.

I have saved soooo much money

I decided to spend it all on me! Kinda should be embarrassed of myself. And I am, but not for spending money. I went to get a pedicure with the money I've saved (or that's what I told myself). I've been to this nails place a couple times and I've gotten the SAME girl every time - fortunately she does a very good job. Bless her heart, she is chosen to work on my nasty feet AGAIN. After she's put callus remover on my feet and she's begun to try to smooth them out, the owner walks by and stares at the ground below her, one of the other workers walks by...stares at the ground. It's my foot junk they're staring at and I suddenly feel terribly embarrassed and exposed. The last time I was there, the owner's 4 year old son walked by and stared at the ground and said, "Eeeewww!" That's right, even the four year old knew. I can't go back there anymore. I just can't. How can I? I'm sure they all discussed me in Vietnamese after I left. At least I hope they did it in Vietnamese so their other clients wouldn't understand. I'm going to have to just be one of those nail salon gypsies and go to a new place every time. Oh the pain of being vain...or just plain embarrassed.

All Dried Up

I have nothing informational, thought-provoking or entertaining to share. Well I do have one thing I could share....it's HOT! Like 98 degrees or something today - hello....it's only April. Wish the neighbors would hurry up and finish their new pool and invite my kids over. :)

Easter Morn

O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? He Is Risen!

Strap Perfect

Have you seen these commercials for Strap Perfect. Cute blond, great bust line, unsightly bra strap. She needs Strap Perfect to keep her bra straps together (to create a kind of racer back bra) to keep them from showing and as an added bonus, she appears to increase her bust and fill out the great little top she's wearing. So here's me....trying to put on the Strap Perfect. Well, let's just say they won't be picking ME to do a commercial (maybe a youtube video though). One of the ways you can put on the Strap Perfect is to put on your bra and then try to clip the thing behind your back. That's the way the cute blond does it. But not me. It was taking me an extra 10 minutes to get out the door just because I kept shooting the clip across the bathroom while I was trying to attach it. Feeling kind of silly, I dug around in the box and pulled out the instructions. There was a second way to put on the Strap Perfect. This is where the video may have gotten funny. If you turn your bra around backwards, you can hook it on and then turn the bra around WITH the Strap Perfect in place and wa - la. Perfect bust line, no slipping straps. I think I took off part of my boob when I was trying to turn it back around. Anyway...I must say, that wearing my bra has never felt this comfortable (truly, I'm not exaggerating) and I think my boobs do look a little perkier. If that's even possible when you've had 3 Fraps. Like you really wanted to know so much about my boobs. I'm going to give the Strap Perfect an A+ (even though it did take me a little practice). I purchased mine at Walgreen's for $9.99 which I think is a little cheaper than what it is advertised for on TV - go on - go buy some!

No Can Do

I have been challenged (translate...obsessed) by so many blogs lately to coupon, be more frugal, spend less. Well I came across a few items I just won't spend my money on...even it saves my family money. Have you heard of them??? Lunapads and the Divacup. Lunapads are washable, reusable sanitary napkins. And the Divacup...well it goes in you know where at that "time of the month." Are you kidding me? No way. Not. going. to. do. it. With a house full of men? Like that's gonna happen. I'm sorry if I'm going to ruin the environment, but God will just have to forgive me.

I'm Sick

So I've been sick off and on for the last week (on drugs for a bronchitis kind of thing), but felt I still hadn't kicked it. So I ran over to the local "urgent care" in hopes I could be in and out in an hour because the Fraps had baseball games. I really wanted to attend since I'd been too sick to go the week before. Sure enough I need another round of antibiotics and the doctor says they should also give me a shot to jump start the healing process. The nurse comes in and I begin to pull up my sleeve and ask, "Which side?" Her response, "Oh no, this doesn't go in your arm." Oh THAT side....right in the old bum cheek. It hurt! Boo hoo! But I do feel much better today. I felt kinda sorry for the nurse. I mean she had to look at my bum. Bless her heart!

Have you ever done this?

Have you ever grocery shopped and then come home and ordered a pizza? I did. Tonight. Guess I was too tired from all that shopping to come home and cook. I'm pathetic. :)

Baseball Season

My poor blog has turned into more of a place for me to rant. But bear with me for one more....white baseball pants for little boys. All the Fraps play baseball in white pants - not that they're white anymore (after my washing skills have been employed). But honestly - who would put kids in white pants? Obviously not the person who was going to wash them. C.R.A.Z.Y. Grass stains, mud, chili bean nachos and Gatorade spills. Y.U.C.K.Y.

March MADness

Before I dated Mr. Coffee, I had never heard of Fantasy Football or March Madness. Now that we've been married awhile...I know too much. So do all the Fraps. They're all in some sort of pool together. Why is that for a few weeks time...nothing can be done in the evenings except watching games? Honestly, could we women have some sort of scrapbooking event that lasted us weeks and prevented us from being wives and mothers? Oy vey! So my point is that March MADness...is really about the way it makes me feel...MAD. We're 6 hours into the MADness and I'm feeling the need to eat a copious amount of chocolate and go to Target. I'll see you there. In the chocolate aisle. With my Cadbury Mini Eggs. Or Snickers. Or Hersheys what-cha-ma-call-its with the toffee and almonds.

You know you want some....

These make me very happy - insanely happy. I need some in a very bad way RIGHT NOW! Haven't seen them??? They are these......