Join Me in Snarkville

Neither do I.

Seriously, I was sent off to the store today with the single purpose of buying snack food for tomorrow’s road trip.  I wandered the aisles looking for foods I like to have on the road.  Do I go for junk or healthy? (Junk of course, who are we kidding.)  Sweet or salty?  Chips or crackers?  I have no idea what I’m going to want tomorrow.

This is a problem I have with road trips.  You see, I grew up traveling the open road with the bottomless pit of a cooler.  My dad was able to pack a cooler to meet all of our needs while riding.  You get thristy; he’d have a drink.  You want a ham sandwich on rye with mustard and not mayo; oh, yes it would be in there — packed up with a pickle and some chips, maybe even a cookie.  I am very spoiled.  We didn’t stop at the road side gas stations for our food — no, we’d pull over and eat picnics from the trunk.

Fast forward to my life today.  Today, I’m not as organized about pulling together a trunk picnic.  I never know what it is that I want.  Prince doesn’t know either and he’s more likely to say, don’t worry about it, we’ll pick something up along the way (can we say chips and beef jerky?  I might pout and get some sour gummy somethings).  Really, it is sad what we tend to eat on the road — and without fail, it is never what I’m truly want, whatever that is.

So, today, today I stood in the grocery store, knowing that I wasn’t making ham sandwiches tonight, but wondering what I was going to put in the cars to prevent beef jerky and chips and sour gummy things in my car.  I asked Prince what he wanted, Cheez-Its and Flips.  Ok, done.  Duke is easy — blueberries and cheese.  Me?  Well, I’m the wild card.  For me, I got chips, rice cakes (um, yes, I like them), crackers, cookies, dried fruit, and so on and so on.  Here’s hoping at least ONE of those things will be what I’m craving tomorrow.

I know this will come as NO shock to you, but Duke was on a sugar high yesterday.  A sugar high that found him unable to stop spinning for HOURS.

So, in the morning, I declared, “Everyone up and dressed we are going outside to enjoy this beautiful day.”  Prince determined this meant “Let’s pull weeds in the backyard.”  Duke thought this meant, “Oh good, I get to wear my boots and ride my bike.”  I had thought it meant, “Let’s go to the park so Duke can run his butt off and I can sit on the bench and do nothing.”  Alas, we communicate SO well. (more…)

First an foremost, in case you haven’t heard, He is Risen!!!  This is the most exciting day of the year, even without egg bearing rabbits and chocolate highs.  It is so easy to forget as we get caught up in the stuff that this day is important because death is conquered. Oh, I’m not above the forgetting… (more…)

I have never in my life believed I get a lot done in a day.  No, seriously.  Since most days I don’t shower and get dressed until lunchtime, I’m probably behind on most housework, and really I am not sure I’m all that productive, I’m fairly sure that a semi-trained monkey could accomplish more in any given day than me… (more…)

This began as a random post, but a pattern appeared from nowhere (see also, I’m not a great (or even good) writer, thus planning ahead for these things would be wrong).  So, I give you the Best and Worst on this ‘Waffle Wednesday’… (more…)

(and most reason).  Don’t mind me, I’m in the ‘what did we think we were doing phase’ which will pass shortly, I’m sure.  Oh, wait, you have no idea what I’m talking about right?

Let me sum up, we bought a $70 gas tank of gas on Friday night.  On Sunday afternoon… (more…)

So, Daylight Savings Time has hit one member in this house harder than the rest of us — Duke.  Poor Duke, is sleeping LATE every morning.  He’s not been his cheerful self in days and getting him moving has, in a word, sucked.

Since I have also been less than perky in the mornings this week (hello late nights, no sleep — AGAIN, and Daylight Savings Time) Monday and Tuesday were more about pouring a boneless child into clothing than a good morning.  But today, I woke up and thought, “I want to go back to sleep”  — no wait, that doesn’t help us.  I thought I’d try something different…something like FUN… (more…)

When I was little, the Queen Mum would tell me that “Falling Back Weekend” was her favorite all year.  It was a 49 hour long weekend.  Thus, by deduction, “Springing Forward Weekend” is her least favorite.  I agreed with her.  I loved the extra hour of delightful Sunday in the fall and hated the loss of that hour in the Spring.  Then I had a child. (more…)

Ok, so I know I owe you a post (or four).  But I have too much to tell you that it is taking a bit to share it all.  So, I am going to have to give you snippets… (more…)