Weak as a kitten
Maddie and I had lunch with my dad today at Applebee’s. Cuz, you know, they have that WW menu and it makes it easier for me. I don’t have to scour the internets to find the points value on various food items at various restaurants. So, Applebee’s = easy. Unfortunately, it also = crappy. I didn’t like anything on the WW menu. I ordered the Confetti Chicken because I thought I might hate it less than the other choices. It was crap. Ok, maybe it wasn’t crap. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and blame it on the fact that I’m so picky. Before lunch, I was STARVING, so I was really disappointed when I didn’t like it. I left the restaurant still hungry. And where did I go? Starbucks. With the full intention of getting a tall, non-fat, Pumpkin Spice latte. When I got to the drive-thru speaker thingy, the Starbucks girl was all, “Can I get a Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino started for you today?” And I was all, “YES!” My willpower, it is weak. And today is my WW weigh in. I’m prepared for a sad face next to today’s weight. *sigh*
I sold a bunch of Maddie’s newborn clothes on eBay over the weekend. I took the package to the post office today only to discover that I underestimated the shipping price AGAIN. Like I ALWAYS do. I ended up having to pay $6 more than the buyer did for shipping. When will I learn to weigh the items first? WHEN??
The jumperoo is not a hit. Well, not a spectacular hit. The baby will play in it, but only for five minutes and only if I’m right there. I’m not sure if it’s the jumperoo in particular, or her new-found clingy-ness. My daughter, she is a static-y sock stuck to the inside of my pant’s leg. She wants to be held ALL THE DAMN TIME, and when she’s in my arms, she wants to GET DOWN AND PLAY, ALREADY. I’m thinking about asking for a transfer out-of-state.
We’re going to our first birthday party as a mother/daughter pair this weekend. It’s for one of my best friend’s daughters. She’s turning five whole years old. The invitation came addressed to Maddie and everything. I got all weepy when I saw it. “She’s popular! She’s got friends!” Her mother is retarded!
Hehe. I HATE when they start with that “can I get you a whosiwhatsit” bullshit. I never know what to do. Do I totally ignore them and continue on with my order(RUDE)? Do I say NO! (RUDE)? The only non-rude answer is YES.
Typically, I’m all, “No, thanks. I’ll have…. blahblahblah.” Today, I decided it was a sign from God when she said “Frappuccino.” Like a miracle. Only, you know, with coffee.
That is soo cute that she has friends and gets her own invitations! Can’t wait..can’t wait……:o)
I’m so proud!
I will totally send your kid invitations. I promise.
I love the flicker pics on the side bar. What a cute baby, my she is really growing up. But I told you to put books on her head, a towel won’t work!
Sorry about the Applebees. My boss is doing WW points. She bought a Taco Bell salad and found out once she got home she could have like two bites of the shell!
Shipping let’s talk about shipping. I have spent more money shipping things to my son at college than purchasing things to send! By all means over estimate. Did you know you can go to www.usps.com and estimate. Then add a little!
Huggs
Theresa!!! I’ve missed you!
You know, I used USPS but underestimated how much the package weighed. Damn and double damn!
why do I always pick the dumbest things to comment on? My son hated the jumperoo till one day I had this random Thought… I brought it upstairs and put it in my bedroom on the carpet (we have wood floors downstairs) and suddenly it was a hit.
I’ll have you know that there is nothing dumb in my post, so there.
We have carpet, so that’s not the problem. I think it’s just because she’s a great, big crybaby.
Don’t ya just hate the “diet” dishes on restaurant menus? I haven’t found one yet that I like. Not one.
The problem is that most of them are full of veggies, which are filling and good for you. Problem is that I HATE most veggies. Like onions and tomatoes. Which are in EVERYTHING.
I get all cheesed with shipping, too. Also with temptation. Also, there were many funny things in this post.
Too bad the USPS doesn’t offer $5 flat rate shipping. Why can’t they be like TCP?
Also, thank you.
Oh, too bad about WW and Applebees.
You sold her newborn clothes? I’ve heard about people like you, but I have no idea how you can part with their baby clothes. Maybe it’s just me? I lent a few newborn outifts to a friend for her grandson when he comes over (since he’s so little none of the clothes they had fit), but I told her I wanted them back as soon as she was done with them. Is that awful? It’s the first time I’ve let baby clothes out of my site. Then part of me thinks that I may want to start over and buy new things for the next baby (babies), so what is the point in hanging onto them? I don’t know, I just can’t part. Sorry, I’ll shut up now. Obviously I have issuses. Ha.
Keep trying the jumpero…she might catch on to it.
The party sounds fun. I hope you have a good time.
i gave a bunch away to a coworker who was having her third child, but first girl. I remember how strapped we were for cash and try to give things away when I can. I know we’d have been in a rough situation had people not done the same for us.
Plus, we’re not having any more kids, remember. And if, by some miracle, we do, I’m sure it will be a boy!
(I did keep a few outfits that I couldn’t bear to part with. Like the outfit we brought her home in and some other favorites.)
I can totally relate to the “retarded” mother thing. When Little Diva handed me a teacher-stenciled fingerpaint-smattered picture of an apple, I said “My kid is an artistic genius!” in my head almost loud enough for the other moms to hear. Retarded moms unite!
You’re hysterical!
Yucky Applebees. I once dated a bartender who worked there. He was as lame as the restaurant is. I would probably have preferred going out with a plate of confetti chicken in retrospect.