Something I learned by watching my 8 month old....

Today while we were playing, Luke showed me something that since I was a little girl, my Grandmother used to say to me. He sat up straight- perfect posture! My Grandmother used to tell me, "shoulders back and sit up." As a young girl, I really didn't care much to sit up straight and all that jazz. But now, as an adult, an adult whose back hurts a lot- it make sense to me to sit up straight and pull my shoulders back. You should try it too...I've noticed when I do sit up straight, I look about 5 pounds thinner....Something that every woman (you would think) would want.

In other news, my cousin told me last night about some new company whose entire venture is to sell you a girdle or something to suck in all the fat spots in your body, or lift your butt, or add butt, or whatever. Any clue as to what she is talking about, blog reader? I need a freaking jump suit made out of this material....anyone, anyone?

It must be the holidays....

I was in line at the grocery store the other day and the lady in front of me was acting like such a B to the cashier. She kept telling her how to bag her groceries and kept making these deep sighs. It was so annoying, but I had to keep my mouth shut. It's the holidays.

Then, Abe, Luke and I went this weekend to the Apple store to buy a gift that my parents needed for my bro. No biggie. Except NO ONE in the whole store wanted to help us. Umm, hello!? We are here to drop about $1200, so someone should WANT to help us. Come to find out, they prefer you to make a "personal shopping" appointment with them. Really? Really.

And finally, today, as I was folding some clothes (story of my life) and all the ads on TV were for these crazy 4AM or 5AM day after Thanksgiving sales. I am just thinking here, but since we are in an economic downward spiral (and it doesn't show too many signs of getting better) shouldn't the sales go, like, all damn day? I mean, who in their right mind is going to stand outside a store at 4AM the DAY after they have consumed at least 4000 calories?

It must be the holi-daze.

The Flip Flops

If you know me at all, you know that I wear flip flops (loud ones, I might add) pretty much year round. Yes, my ankles hurt and I think I have a small fracture in my left foot, but I LOVE my FLOPS. They are my comfort shoe, sort of like that favorite pillow or blanket you like to curl up with, I like to wear my JCrew Flip Flops. I digress.

Yesterday, while traveling to Houston with my bosses for a meeting, I wore my nice business suit with my nice Coach work bag, had my hair did and even a light spray tan... so I wouldn't look like death frozen over, and of course my black flops. I had my heels in my work bag to change into while en route to the meeting. My bosses, who have known me for about 10 years commented on how nice I looked, but that the flops were going to have to go. Duh, I told them. I have my uncomfy heels right here.

Ok, so we are done with our meeting and boarding the plane. The flight attendant looks at me and tells me how pretty I look, then sees my shoes and bursts out laughing. She said to boss #1- look at her shoes! That is so funny! She is so freaking cute with that suit and flip flops. He laughs, she laughs, I laugh. We all laugh. Ha.

So it drink serving time...Lo and behlod, who gets her crew rounds of FREE drinks because of her flops. This guy (er girl). Yeah she does!

Just remember, the next time you want to make a comment about my flops, you might want to think twice- I could score us some free booze.

A quick shout out...

Just a quickie to my ladies who read the blog...thank you for keeping up with me, even though I sometimes suck and don't update as much as you might like. Life tends to get in the way with an 8 month old, a part time job, a side business, oh yeah- a hubby, and of course all of my duties around the good ol' casa...

It's a new era in the life of I Heart Rocky Road- a goal that is being set WAY before New Year's Eve when I'll announce to the whole family that "this is the YEAR." The year to loose my baby weight, the year to start walking and attending my hip hop class more regularly, and of course the year that I try, try again to spend less and save more. The goal being set here tonight ladies and gent is that I update my blog at least once a week. Is that too much to ask? I think not. Now knowing that there is more than 1 person (Lori) reading. Ok, maybe 2 (Kiska).

Thanks AF for the push to blog. I needed the slight nudge. (Let's wine soon!)

Oh Firetruck, Oh Firetruck....

So, last night I tried something "new" in the kitchen. It's called cooking. I was making these yummy chicken breasts and a cheesy potato casserole and grilled broccoli. YUM. However, during the "pan frying" of the chicken, somewhere in my brain, I thought it would be OK to pour cool chicken stock into the SIZZLING HOT pan to scrape the yummy brown bits off to make my rue. Ummm, not so much. My lovely brown bits bellowed into smoke and turned from brown to black in a split second. Meanwhile, the fire alarm is going off, Abe is holding Luke's ears so as not to deafen my child, and my grandmother (bless her heart) is opening every door and window trying to fan out the smoke....then the Firetruck shows up. I walk outside, shamefully, and invite the guys in for dinner. Needless to say, they declined.

Dinner was yummy, but did get a little hairy there for a minute.