May 19, 2006

Five Things

I saw this over at Thinking About and thought I would give it a go. 

In my fridge:

  • Sprout bread.  It sounds gross, I know.  But my husband brought it home and it grew on me.  It’s especially good as toast, with a little butter and cinnamon.
  • Lots of containers of half eaten baby food.
  • A teether toy or two.
  • Diet Rite-I can’t live without it.
  • Paul Newman Family Italian dressing-I can’t be without it either.

In my car:

  • My bo and my tunfa weapons.
  • Two strollers: one for rough terrain, one for shopping (neither of which Lil C will tolerate for more than five minutes).
  • Two Shakira CD’s.
  • A pen for writing down Litter Butts info.
  • About four gazillion toys that have been thrown in a fit of giggles by Lil C.

In my purse:

  • Entirely too many pictures of my kids.  I still have pictures of Big I when she was a baby (and when I say pictures, I mean every single one she’s ever had taken since she was born).
  • As if the pictures in the wallet weren’t enough, I also have two mini photo albums of my kids.
  • A wallet with entirely too much junk in it, yet little or no money.  My husband calls it a "Costanza" wallet.  Ever see that Seinfeld episode?
  • Tissues, because I finally got with it and decided to be a good Mom.
  • Tweezers, because somehow the light outside in the car is always so much better than inside.

In my closet:

  • A collection of bridesmaid dresses that I’m keeping around so my girls can play dress up.
  • A ton of clothes that I don’t wear but have some sort of sentimental connection to for some odd reason, so in the closet they will stay.
  • Some maternity clothes that I forgot to pack up with the rest of it.
  • A ton of pointy-toed-backless heels in a wide variety of cool colors.
  • Depending on the moment, possibly my daughter pretending to be a scary monster.

In my head:

  • Why is it that we’ve called an end to Mommy Wars, no problem (thank goodness); but political name-calling is perfectly acceptable?
  • Why can some completely incompetent people pop out kid after kid, but one of my best friends (who is a fabulous Mother) can’t seem to after 17 months of heart-breaking trying? 
  • How will I possibly keep my sanity while packing for vacation for not one, but two kids this year (one who requires an awful lot of extra equipment)?
  • How annoying is it that EVERYWHERE you go there seem to be cliques: kindergarten orientation, neighborhoods, playgroups, even in the blogging world strangely enough?
  • Pain, because I’ve had a headache on and off all week long which is making me feel especially grumpy and miserable, which probably explains all this other stuff in my head. 

I won’t tag anyone for this one.  If you want to, go for it. I’ve got too much of a headache to be an enforcer this week.  Also, I don’t know who I’d tag since I already pulled my tag-a-famous-blogger stunt with smashing results.  So, if you want to, go for it and let me know you did.

Comments

4 Comments on Five Things

  1. lildb on Fri, 19th May 2006 2:35 am
  2. 1) dude. around here, the Paul Newman’s family italian dressing is the household ambrosia. we try not to fight over it, but we always end up a bit disgruntled if there’s only enough left for one person’s salad. (hmmm. upon consideration, that’s way beyond sad.)
    2) I. hate. cliques.
    3) can I do your meme? (smiles sheepishly)
    4) you get to go on vacation (even with the extry packing notwithstanding)? lucky. (grumbling heard softly over typing.)
    5) thanks for stopping by my place! I like your digs, man.

  3. junebee on Fri, 19th May 2006 2:03 pm
  4. Too cute about daughter pretending to be a scary monster.

  5. J on Fri, 19th May 2006 4:29 pm
  6. Yay! thanks for playing. This was a fun one. I wish your friend had my cousin’s fertility…she isn’t fit to be a parent to a cat, and she has 4 kids. Bitch. Only because she’s such a crappy all around person-victim-type. Sorry.

  7. Kristi on Sat, 20th May 2006 1:46 pm
  8. That was a cool meme. My fridge is pretty much empty, especially if you ask the kids, my car is a disaster, I can’t find a thing in my purse, my closet is full of laundry, and my head, I’m not sure where that is.