Friday Rambles

So I went to the doctor last night...the lady doctor...isn't it funny how we like to call them that...like OBGYN is just so brazened. I had a 6:30PM appointment and finally saw the doctor at 7:30PM and left the doctors office at 8PM!

I get so mad when I'm sitting there I fall asleep just to prove a point so they have to come over and shake me to wake me up! Well hell...if you didn't have me waiting so long I wouldn't have fallen asleep!

This is the only doctor that makes me wait like this and every time I wait I say to myself that this is unacceptable and that I'm going to say something and I'm going to look for another doctor. But as I go annually the immense irritation soon wears off as I'm waiting for the elevator to come and during the drive home it's all but forgotten.

I hate the weigh in part of doctors visits. I spend the entire year pretending that the scale doesn't exist and that my favorite size 14 slim jeans are NOT too tight...and then wham...that scale hits me in the face and I run home and sulk eating peanuts, a yogurt and some spinach dip along with the crumbs of a bag of spinach corn chips that should have been thrown out and the person who thought there was enough left for someone else to eat should have been shot!

So according to those "ideal weight" calculators I am 70lbs over weight! I weight 10lbs more than I did at my last visit and I now realize that those studies about annual weight gain were derived from me but they didn't consult me!!!

I wouldn't even say I struggle with my weight on a daily basis because I don't...I just pretend that it doesn't exist and I'm content with my theory that life is just too short for it to consume me and then I look at my daughters mischievous face and all of a sudden the line that my jeans are making in my stomach doesn't hurt any more!! LOL

Ever since I gave up my 8-10 clothes for charity I found that I didn't hold onto my issue with weight any more...it was as if the fight was over to fit into them again. Not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Anyway moving right along here, I just realized that if I write an entire post about how I'm NOT obsessed with my weight anymore...that I'll look like a complete idiot!

Last weekend I finally mailed out my Samaritans Purse Operation Christmas Child shoes boxes filled with every item Target had in their dollar spot. We did a shoe box for a 10-14 year old girl and one for a 2-4 year old boy. The girl was kind of hard as you couldn't include liquids and girls that age LOVE lotion, nail polish and all the liquidy kind of stuff. The boy was easy from the dollar spot as they had cool wooden cars and a slinky and a book on trucks and cool nicknack's. What's so funny is my step daughter helped pick out the items for the girl and she had the audacity to pick up the cutest little magnet notepad chore list!! I told her that if this box ended up in some 3rd world country with no running water, that I doubt that little girl needs to write down a list of her daily chores, some how I THINK she remembers that she has to wake up at the crack of dawn to walk a mile to get water for her family she doesn't need to write it down.

It's only American children that need to be reminded to make their bed and help put the clothes away...and that's only because it's illegal to beat kids now a days so Americans came up with a "Chore List"! LOL (Just joking on the beating part)

I hate that I waited so long to get my shoe boxes done as I missed the drop off locations and I had to mail them in which cost an arm and a leg considering that I had to include a $7 check INSIDE the shoe box to help the Samaritans pay for "their" shipping. But at least I know some child less fortunate than I will enjoy something new this christmas. If I close my eyes I picture a kid like this one opening up my shoe box and it making her day. That would be enough for me. If you've never tried Operation Christmas Child it's not too late you can still get to Target fill up a shoe box and mail it off and then you too can get this warm fuzzy feeling! If you're in NC, CO, MN, CA, or GA they still have drop off centers open so you wouldn't even have the expense of mailing it in.

Oh yes I knew I was forgetting something....so if you were driving along on your way to work or for those SAHM on your way to Target...and you saw this sitting on the curb waiting for the trash man to pick it up....would you stop!!!!!! (Go on click on the picture to get a closer look you know you want to!)




On Wednesdays in our neighborhood it's special pick up day....which means anything that's not regular trash you can put out curb side and the "special" trash man or sanitation engineer whichever name you guys use will come and pick it up.

Well of course as I was whizzing along on my way to work, I HAD to throw the car into reverse!!! All I could think about was all the stamps and scrapbookig supplies that top bit could hold and how I'd be able to see everything I have clearly!!! So I whipped out my trusted camera from my purse and rushed home to tell Big C (he was home sick with Baby C).

Of course his immediate common sense question (which is rare for him, so it took me a back) was "Where would we put it!".

In aghast I said "Who cares where we'd put it...look at it...it's in perfect condition and it could just go in the basement along with all the other crap until we found some place to put it...or until I get my very own scrapbook room!" (the latter about getting a scrapbook room was a mental thought not a verbal projection!).

Any hoo...sadly to say someone else is staring at this beautiful piece of furniture and it aint I. (My mother hates the word aint!) I even drove the same way home just to see if it was still there...I have no clue why I even thought it might be...even the "special" trash man wouldn't have trashed this...he would have taken it home to his old lady and she would have loved him for it and made me a nice hearty dinner as a way of saying thanks!

I think that's all the rambling one has for this morning...I've just been fraught with sadness once again just thinking of how I let it go! Alas.

Santa's coming to day care today at 3PM...I bought in Baby C's christmas dress for her picture with Santa. Let's hope she doesn't stare at him with sheer bewilderment as she did last year...here's a visual reminder of last year! She's saying "Who the heck is this and why doesn't he look like my daddy!" ......until next time.