These are a few of my favorite things

First up: I don't have a pet, but if I did, I would hang it's leash from one of these little wall hooks from IKEA.

Aren't they funny? I bought the pink one for my sister.
I think I love it even more because everything at IKEA has a funky sweedish name.
Except for these. On the reciept, it rang up as a "hook ass". hahahahahha. Awesome.

Super Corbin.
Awesome.


Love the necklace he chose to go with his cape (which is reversible and has a pink liner and princess option on the other side. I had two daughters, first, ok?) Baby in Cape = Awesome.

Attention:

The heavens have opened.

Between the part in the skies, boxes of this goodness have been delivered to your local walmart. (yes. buy it at walmart. First, because Aaroni s the popcorn buyer and this is his item. Second, because it is cheaper at walmart than target)

Mmmm it's like someone sqeezed a fresh lime all over a bowl of buttery popcorn and sprinkled it with sea salt. Delicious. Must be eaten hot. Get two boxes, the first one won't last.

Thank you Kasey for bringing this goodness into my life. Salt & Lime Popcorn = Awesome.

It's that time of year again.
Aaron brought these lovelies home for me on Tuesday.

Tulips in winter make me very very happy.

Happy enough to hate winter a little bit less.

See the yellow flowers in the background? He bought me those three weeks ago, and they are still kickin'!

Flowers in milk bottles = Awesome.

Up next: The Snuggie.

Ok, first of all, the snuggie is NOT awesome. It's the lamest thing ever made.

Do people really not know how to read a book whilst under a blanket?

And why not just put your robe on backwards?

Those of you who own one...don't feel upset by that last statement. I know it isn't your fault. The Snuggie was most likely a gift from a loved one/terrible present buyer. I feel for you.

If the snuggie WAS purchased by you...like if you actually called the infomercial and ordered one...well...that's where the awesome part comes in.

Everytime I see a photo like this one:

I am reminded of just how cool I actually am.

I've never really considered myself to be part the "cool" crowd. I'd like to offer my gratitude to the Snuggie for un-cooling everyone else, so I can at least feel cool by default.

The frequency of how often photos similar to this one are showing up on the internet has drastically increased since Christmas 2010. As a result, I'm starting to feel so cool I might have to run for Homecoming Queen, or something.





Not that any of you Snuggie-wearers would vote for me.
Looking cool at the expense of others = awesome.



I think my absolute favorite item this week is the Z Pack.

I had the flu 2 weeks ago. Then I was well, but my kids had ear infections, so life wasn't the grandest. Now they are well, but I got a sinus infection and today, a diagnosis of Bronchitis to boot. Lovely.



I freaking hate being sick. I'm so over it. Winter lasts twice as long when you're sick. I quarantined myself for like, forever after the flu, and I still never fully got a break from dr. visits. It's worn me pretty thin.

I'm so grateful for awesome Aaron and my awesome kids (they all make the favorites list, too). I haven't been very fun the last two days, and I'm glad they're still willing to keep me.



I'm so so SOOOO grateful for modern medicine. Antibiotics are a gift from God.

Feeling better = awesome.

Finally: My Preschool.
Being a mother really is the best job ever. I love it so much.
I feel like my job as an educator is second only to motherhood.
I love these children. I love the opportunity to nurture, play, teach, and laugh. These kids are so funny. I feel very blessed to have them come to my home every week, and I take my responsibility as a teacher very seriously. It is a joy and an honor to have a small role in the lives of these small, but very important people. I hope that what they gain from their experiences at my preschool is an understanding of their own great worth and abilities. I try to make learning fun.

They are amazing people.

No, I'm not about to start singing "I believe the children are our future" or anything...

I am just very aware, and very happy that I chose to work in the right business.

Kids waiting patiently in line while Mrs. Meg dotes over their cuteness and takes their picture =Awesome.

Happy Weekend!

Be Grateful for Wal-Mart

I love finding things like this on the sofa. Aaron is a very loyal, dedicated employee.

He LOVES Wal-Mart. Like he really, truly loves it... not just because he works at the home office, but because he truly believes it is a wonderful company.
I love that he reads biographies and articles, attends conferences, and tunes into programs that are related to his career.
I love that he gets mad when I purchase things from a Wal-Mart competititor (...but that never happens, right? Shhhh....).
I love that he pays attention to little details at his job, and does everything 100%. He actually goes to the Saturday Morning Meetings every month. He actually spends the required day every quarter wearing a blue vest, working in the club. He is early for work, and he works long hours. He actually purchases, brings home, and tries out the products that he buys for Walmart (I have a cabinet full of popcorn, fruit snacks, and ice cream toppings). He seeks out mentors and accepts advice on how he can improve.

I am grateful for my husband's job.
I'm grateful that he has a job, that he loves his job, that he is good at doing his job, and that he always takes genuine interest in the companies that he works for.

Minor Details

Meg: Want to meet for lunch today?

Aaron: Sure. Oh, wait, no. I can't today.

Meg: How come?

Aaron: I'm leaving for Maryland in an hour.

Everybody's Workin' for the Weekend

Inspired by Sheena's post about her worst working experience, I thought I would share a few of mine. There really are so many to choose from, as I was a magnet for companies that seemed to only hire me to stand in as a role model (and only functioning citizen) among a handful of teen mothers, drug users, and bingo addicts. I think I'll take Sheena's advice and make this a regular segment on our blog. It's good to cruise down memory lane as a reminder that I am SOOOO much happier cleaning up my own daughters' vomit, than bathing and shaving the armpits of a 27 year old with CP and a healthy dose of Tourrette Syndrome....but that's another day.

Boise Ranch Golf Club seems like a good place to start, since I've already shared this story once today. (not that there will only be ONE story about BRGC...there are oh so many)

I was hired as the beverage cart/snack shack girl....except when I got there I found out that everyone rotates between the cart, the shack, the restaurant, the bar, and the kitchen.
Sheena, I too, got to wear an ugly over blue sized polo shirt that said Sandbagger Saloon across a silk screened pint of foamy beer and a set of golf clubs.

Day 1: I am in the kitchen learning how to cook everything the restaurant serves. (because why pay a cook to do that?) Guy from the pro shop comes in and orders a chicken finger sandwich. My boss (who actually has Yosemite Sam mud flaps on her truck and her daughter's name tatted across her forearm)shows me how to deep fry the chicken fingers (which are gross merely because they are called fingers) and I ask: "Um...How do I know when it's done?" She says, "oh easy, it floats to the top like a poop".

She finishes assembling the sandwich, slides it across the bar to Mikey, then sits down to have a smoke (IN THE KITCHEN)
two seconds later we hear. "HEY SHELLS! This sandwich is still FROZEN in the middle!"

Shelly sighs, "yeah, that happens sometimes"she puts down her cigarette, walks over to Mikey, opens up his sandwich, picks up the mayo covered raw chicken finger-using only her 1 1/2 inch long BLUE plastic fingernails-saunters back to the kitchen and THROWS it BACK in the deep fat fryer. She takes another drag of her cigarette and says,
"lunch'll be ready in 5 minutes. Sorry, Mikey"

Later that day, when they drained the grease from the fryer, a battery fell out. THERE HAD BEEN A BATTERY in the OIL all. day. long.
A coworker was like, "oops that was me..I knocked over the kitchen timer...it should be in there somewheres too."
They never found it. Did it melt?
no one knows.
and that was Boise Ranch.
I actually stayed there for 6 months.

So. What's up with bad work uniforms? Is it the whole...let's show these employees that they really are the scum that they feel like in that blue smock? Uniforms have got to be the #1 reason they are always hiring at Hot Dog on a Stick...it doesn't get worse than that does it?

But it does.

If only I had a photo from my hometown safety parade...where I was the "lucky" 17 year old city volunteer chosen to entertain children, dressed as "Hector the Smoke Detector". I had a large foam costume, a red squeaky nose, and I passed out batteries. Who wouldn't want to take that girl to prom?