Cellphone drama

I had a minor gadget emergency the other day. I define this as an emergency because the emergency was that my cellphone kept turning itself off randomly and refusing to reignite in any way shape or form until it was ready. Really? Not an emergency, but in this day and age being without your cellphone feels like an emergency, especially when no one can get a hold of you without it. So after three days of being ready to run to the AT&T store and then having the damn thing magically heal itself, I had had enough. My phone is only a little over a year old and hadn't suffered any big trauma (everyone drops their phones, right?)...to my knowledge anyway, I suppose with phone loving little ones running around you never truly know...so I was not happy.
Cellphone salespeople have taken on a certain type in my mind, pretty much the same type as the used car salesman and the carnies. Anyone who shouts at me and tries to sell me something as I'm walking through the state fair with my three children, trying to hold three hands, juggling huge stuffed animals and a leaky lemonade immediately goes on my bad list.
And don't get me started on the nail file and hand lotion toting salespeople at the mall....they are on the list too!
Anyway, back to my phone.....I just knew, before I even called, that I was going to be told that my phone was worthless, no longer under warranty, and that I was going to have to buy a new one. Knowing that I was not yet eligible for a "free" phone, as my contract isn't up yet, I was internally screaming. Upon investigation, it appeared that the "moisture sensor" inside the battery compartment shined a brilliant shade of white, which immediately told me two things:
1. my phone had no water damage (despite the fact that I spilt coke on it the other day) and
2. it doesn't seem to be a warranty problem, but I guess I could send it in. Me without my phone for, at the very least, a week and a half....not good!
Lovely. I threw my phone down, ignored it, and pondering over the fact that I would lose all connection with the world for a few days....I decided I should send it in and guess what?
my phone began to work!

Ice Cream Man...bring it!

I suppose I should have more sympathy for the poor guy...I'm know he means well and the poor guy has to work in this awful Texas heat but he always has new ways of pissing me off. The last couple of weeks were like clockwork that stupid truck has come around the street blaring it's clown music, enticing the kids. In come the kids running, turning my wallet inside out, and screaming for money to go buy some ice cream (did I mention my freezer is always full of ice cream during the summer?). I spent $10 (on 3 kids) the last time he came around!!! The $2 frozen juice can't be much better than the ice cream that I bought, I buy Breyers and bomb pops for crying out loud. I do realize this is a passage of childhood, and that I'm potentially depriving my kids by NOT handing them money and letting them run in the street after the ice cream truck. It drives me crazy when I am outside trying to enjoy the nice weather and jump at the very sound of music I hear in a distance, hoping my kids won't hear it.
Okay, I am not sooo bad, I do let my kids ice cream from him....sometimes but what bothers me is when he creeps around the corner and I shake my head NO!, and he still comes down our street! Very Irritating!!!!

Life's a B

I've always believed that, "What goes around, comes around" and when all is said we should take accountability for our actions. With that in mind, I try hard to act with kindness...always.
I know that I am not perfect, and just laugh at the thought of trying to be. I have mistakes, who hasn't? But I always do the right thing and I am never intentionally mean. I know I am a good person. And for the most part, the people in my life are the same. But there are those, the self-centered few, that are just down right nasty. You know, the ones that don't seem to understand what it's like to give and take. Where do you think your pedestal is honey? cuz I don't see it!
Sooooo, where is the karma already??? Don't get me wrong, I don't wish anyone harm, just payback to bite them in the a*%? Do these people EVER get tired of the drama? Grow up already. enough is enough!

Beach Bum at Heart

I find myself overly excited over our next trip back home to Florida. I will be very happy to see the family, go fishing, and be back in the land of the beach bums and luau's, where the people are friendly, flip-flops are acceptable anywhere at anytime, and at night you can actually see shooting stars.
I love the memories from home, where I lived five minutes from the ocean and cruises were a spur of the moment outing. Okay, I've gone on 3 cruises but I loved it, and I can't wait to take the kids on thier first cruise.

here are some of the things I love the most.
~ If I'm at or on the ocean, I have no reason to worry about getting that laundry done or those dishes washed and there is nothing better than that feeling! I just relax.
~The food. I love to try different restaurants along the beach and fresh seafood is delicious!
~The beach at night. Michael & I loved taking walks on the beach at night, we went there on our first date and it is also where he proposed!
~The ocean is completely calming. It reminds me that I am just a small piece of this huge puzzle called life. I walk a little slower and I take a little more time to enjoy the small things, and I have a complete attitude change after being around the ocean. I feel rejuvenated and I have a spring to my step.

I could go on and on but I will stop here and get packing!!!

I'm a Middle of The Road Type of Mom

I took a quiz on Facebook. It was called "What Kind of Mom Are You?". I didn't take it becasue I needed to know, I just wanted to see if my answers revealed what I thought. The quiz is set up to find out if you're a laid back, uptight or middle of the road type mom.

The Results: I am a Middle of The Road Type of Gal

'You're really the most ideal kind of mom to have- You're not too strict, you're not too loose. The kids know how to have fun at a playdate, and you're not ripping out your hair worrying all of the time about airborn germs and fingerprints. You keep your kids clean and well maintained yet they have fun getting dirty too. You keep your house picked up, but you don't have a home air purifier system and sanitizing wipes stashed in every nook and cranny. Your kids play well with others because they have manners but they're also relaxed enough to make friends. Good for you!'

whew! That's good to know.