Dbacks and Addictions

So only two thing worth mentioning...

1. We had a great time at the ball game last night...though the Dbacks couldn't pull it off. They lost. WHY? I hate losing. Can Steve Nash play baseball?

2. My coffee addiction is getting out of control. The other day I almost climbed out of my car through the drive up window to grab the cup, when my faithful sbux employee was taking too long!!! What is my deal?!

Office Antics

On some days I miss the corporate world. Ok, what I meant to say was some days I miss the times I wasn't actually working, at work as opposed to almost always working at home. :)

Kathryn's comment on the incredible ONION post from earlier today (I know, I know, you loved my parable...no need to tell me.) about causing her office angst after leaving an onion on the counter all night long...reminded me of one time...

Um, so, Yeah, I was speaking in front of like 85 or more women one Wednesday morning. As I picked out my outfit for the day, I got my heart set on a yellow sweater and gray skirt. Only there was one problem...the sweater wasn't completely dry by the time I went to work, so I brought it in a plastic bag, threw on one of MD's t-shirts and ran out the door. Dropped the girl off at her babysitter and headed into the office. A couple hours went by and the sweater was still wet. BUT,no worries, I had an idea.

I grabbed my sweater and headed for the kitchen. Not too long after there was a fire in the kitchen. Apparently its not really a good idea to dry a cotton sweater in the microwave...My sweater went up in flames, the office smelled of fire and smoke, everyone thought I was a fool, and I had to speak in 5 minutes.

Do you have any office stories that would make my humiliation seem "not so bad"?

Do share.

The Parable of the Red Onion

Once upon a time there was a family. This family was fairly normal, except for the fact that the children were the cutest you've ever seen, the father was totally hot, and the mother was rich in wisdom and love. (other than that they were completely average.) One Sunday afternoon they traveled in their gas guzzling SUV to a far away land known as "Costco." This magical land offers 50 gallon drums of mayonnaise and 27lb bags of basmati rice and there are "fairies" who offer you delectable morsels at every corner! (instead of wings, these fairies wear hairnets and plastic gloves...gorgeous!)

As they explored the rich offerings of this land, they stocked up on boxes of macaroni and goldfish...until their cart was full and they knew that they could survive the pandemic of the "bird flu" virus, should it find its way to the desert. When all of a sudden the mother (in all her wisdom) saw a beautiful purple bag filled with onions. (Yes, I'm writing about onions.) She said to the hot father, "Husband, I would very much like to buy this bag of onions." The father scoffed at her request. "Why would you need so many onions?!!!"

The mother repeated her wish thrice. (ok, not really but I've always wanted to use the word thrice in a posting) So the father agreed and they placed the bag in the cart. (He KNEW he better not violate the mothers WISDOM....)

Later that week, the incredibly wise mother discovered that there was something special about her bag of onions. You see she opened the bag and used part of the first onion in her pasta, then the next morning in some eggs, then again in some soup, and then in a salad, and some more eggs, and some more salad...It was as if the more onion she cut off, the more there was. It was then that she realized that the hot husband may have been right. She would NEVER be able to use all the onions at this rate!

So the morals of this parable are thrice (ok, i know it doesn't fit, but its just so fun to say!) do not go to the land of "Costco" for onions, sometimes your hot husband is right, AND red onions can be incorporated to just about EVERY meal. Anyone got a tic, tac?


(the NEVERENDING Onion)


(Do they have a 12 step program for my husband's addiction?)

Denial...Not Just a River

So, the hottest guy in the WHOLE world wide and I were chatting yesterday and some profound thoughts came about. I know, I know, your thinking...them? Profound? Yes. Us.

Ok, this may not be earth shatteringly fresh material but ponder with me for a minute...It's so easy to get in a habit of saying yes to ourselves. What do I mean by this? Well, basically it's not too difficult to get in the groove of eating whatever we want, doing whatever we want, saying whatever we want, spending whatever we want...ya know? I mean there have been times where we get to the point that its almost like every weekend should be a party, we should always be entertained, and soon it becomes, go, go, go, what are we doing next? WHAT!!?!??! Stay home? Pull weeds, do homework, clean toilets, fold laundry? This is not "the life". I should be doing something FUN, eating something BAD (by that I mean GOOOOOD), and wearing something NEW.

It's at that point when we have to take inventory. Is that REALLY how life is supposed to be? Or is there an element of sacrifice, and element of work, and element of patience that slips away so easily. When you only say "YES" to whatever you feel like, you end up FAT, POOR, ADDICTED, and TIRED. I think it starts with saying "no." Sometimes, we can't go out, can't see that movie, can't eat crap just because it sounds good, can't hang out yet again. We talked about how for our family at least, there are times, when we have to practice saying "NO". Not only for US but for our KIDS too. So many kids these days have an OVER-THE-TOP sense of entitlement and I think it stems from the example we set. I mean why shouldn't they EXPECT something new every time we go to the store, when we ourselves get something new.

Not to be a downer or anything, because I do believe life is meant to be lived and enjoyed, but, I also think it means that to appreciate the sweet, sometimes we have to taste a little bitter and say NO to ourselves.