Heather’s Quirks

Excuse me…say what?

February 1, 2013 9 Comments

Between high school registration for my rising 9th grader and band night for my rising 6th grader (I know! I can’t believe it either) I had some time to kill. So we headed to the G Boutique. (You know that’s Goodwill, right? Good.)

I love Goodwill. It’s where we do the majority of our shopping. The hubs goes through work pants like there’s no tomorrow. Why buy them brand new for $20 a pair when I can buy them at Good will for $3.50?

Knowing that I was headed to the Goodwill, the hubs asked me to look for shorts and polo shirts for him… because he needed them for the cruise.

Yes. We’re going in 9 days. You don’t wait until the last minute to get clothes?

Actually, that’s not quite last minute. I don’t know that I have anything to wear either. I’ll probably be heading back this week!

So Thing 3 and I are looking through the shorts and the polos and we find quite a bunch for both Thing 1 and the hubs PLUS a really cute pair of shoes for me and make our way to the checkout.

As we’re standing in line, we make small talk with the man behind us because that’s what I do when I’m stuck in line. As we’re bring rung up the man behind us sees our massive amount of shorts that we’ve purchased and comments on our brilliance for purchasing shorts in the off season.

“There aren’t any men’s shorts here in the summer,” he says.

“You’re right! We’ve been here looking. Fortunately, we’re going on a cruise and my husband’s shorts from last year don’t fit.”

Now here’s where I need you to pay close attention to the next line uttered by the cashier. (Is that politically correct? Cashier? Who knows anymore.)

“On a cruise?” the cashier questions before continuing, “Sounds to me like he needs to go on a diet.”

And with that he proceeded to bag the last of our items before giving me the total.

I was dumbfounded. (And that takes alot.)

First off, you don’t bash my husband. ~~(Only I can do that.)~~

Secondly, what made him think that when I said his shorts from last year don’t fit him that they were too small?

I didn’t say anything – speechless, even (I know, can you believe it?) as I walked out of the store.

The more I thought about it, the more upset I got.

And so here’s my quandary…

Do I say something to the store manager or just let it go? While I understand the principal behind Goodwill, I also feel like there is a line…

…and he crossed it.

Thoughts?

Until next time…

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What I Learned This Week

January 29, 2013 4 Comments

I learned that I need to work on saying no.

No, seriously.

In my mind, I’m superwoman and I can do it all.

But I’m not.

Tonight was the local rec club meeting. I’ve been attending the last few months because I coach and because I don’t feel as if I could ever complain (not that I really have anything to complain about) unless I sit through those monthly meetings.

Actually, it was a time issue. Once I started working part time, it opened up some time to attend. Plus, Thing 4 is at girl scouts just across the street.

Prior to leaving the house, I mentioned that they were voting in new officers and my husband laughed.

And not a little giggle either but this gut wrenching laugh.

“No! I’m not doing it!” I was adamant. I did not need one. more. thing. on my plate. ”I’ll even bet you money that I won’t.”

The wager was a dollar.

I sat through the hour long meeting and there it was. The presentation of the nominees. My name wasn’t on it. The problem was, there were several that had no nominees and so when they asked for nominations from the floor?

My friend spoke up and said, “I nominate Heather for Secretary.”

To which I responded, “I’m unfriending you.”

Real mature don’t you think?

After thinking about it for 2.5 seconds (and there in lies my problem. 2.5 seconds isn’t long enough for God to smack me upside the head!) I said I would. Secretary isn’t that bad… I just have to take notes.

I can do that.

I know, because somehow I got roped into being the secretary for the middle school PTA next year.

That was right after I found myself being appointed as a VP on the Cheerleader booster club’s board.

::sigh::

Now I’m out a dollar.

So I learned this week that I need to learn how to say no…

Or at least stop going to community meetings…

How about you? What did you learn this week? Link up at From Inmates to Playdates.

Until next time…

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Sunday Random

January 27, 2013 3 Comments

No Revenge tonight so who knows what I’m supposed to do to fill the 9-10pm hour on a Sunday night. And it won’t be on next week either, but that’s not so bad since the Super Bowl will be on.. and my house will be filled with teenagers….

because that’s what you do when you’re the youth director… you get to party with teenagers.

I won’t lie. I’ll miss our old church and their 12th annual Super Bowl party and their 2nd annual chili cookoff. I came in 2nd last year. Woot! And it was the first time I ever made chili.

It is really good.

Telling you that made me hungry for chili… so since I’m really supposed to be menu planning for menu plan Monday, I thought about putting it on the menu… except it’s going to be 67 on Tuesday.

That’s not chili weather.

You know we had snow Friday?

And I just got a text that schools are delayed 2 hours tomorrow (woot!) because of the impending freezing rain…

but 67 on Tuesday… so I don’t know where to plan that chili.

I do know that I have to help Thing 2 make tacos for her class on Tuesday or Wednesday. We’re not sure which day now that we’ve missed two days.

Sometimes I hate spanish class. Maybe I wouldn’t hate it if both kids could coordinate their spanish dishes that they need to take in. Thing 1 is in spanish 2 and Thing 2 is in spanish 1.

We make alot of spanish dishes for extra credit.

Thing 2 is allowed to go to a church service in spanish for extra credit. I’m DYING to go. Not because I speak fluent spanish (I don’t… I WAS, however, the 9th smartest spanish 1 student in 1995 in the state of Virginia. It’s not getting me anywhere these days, but I brag about it.) but because I just think that would be neat.

We could also go to a mexican restaurant and she could order in spanish… and she gets extra credit. I’m stoked! We could go all the time and she could get an A in the class, except she doesn’t like Mexican food.

I hate that she denies me the finer things in life.

Like an excuse to have mexican food.

But seeings how I’m supposed to be losing weight, perhaps it’s best.

No, really. I am supposed to be losing weight.

And I’m trying… as evidenced by this photo of my late night snack that I sent to my friends…

Doesn’t it look like I’m enjoying that?

I’m not really.

Not like I’m going to enjoy seeing NKOTB in June. We have our tickets — because I have a friend who is a bonafide member of the Block Nation (the NKOTB fan club)… I asked for a membership for Christmas. But she’s a member so we have tickets that she got on presale and they are AH.Maze.Ing. seats.

I can’t wait.

I can take more pictures like this one….

Yum.

I can.not.wait.

But I have to… I have a super bowl party to get through.

And a cruise. We will be in Miami about this time two weeks from today… setting sail tomorrow. So much to do before we go.

And what am I doing?

Blogging about nothing. Which really? How is that going to advance my writing career?

It’s not.

But oh well.

And with that, I’m off to bed. So I can play candy crush until I run out of lives… (which, I had no idea you could play that on facebook until yesterday. I thought it was just an iPad app.)

Until next time…

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What I Learned This Week – The OMG NKOTB is going on tour again edition

January 22, 2013 Leave a Comment

I learned, as I do every week, more than I ever thought I would need to know.

Like how an iPhone, even when purchased with their own money, will curb bad behavior and attitudes faster than anything else on this earth.

I also learned that leaving your children with your husband for 3 days while attending a “retreat” is not a retreat. I found myself calling to check in or to remind him of things I might have forgotten. Mind you, it wasn’t because I didn’t think he could handle it. That’s not it at all.. he WAS a single dad when I met him. But because I know things and children tend to attempt to get away with things when the “regular” parent is gone…. (Like graded work comes home on Tuesday and they will NEVER volunteer the folder… you have to ask.)

I learned that 16 year old boys can hang out in a church fellowship hall and have a GREAT time playing Rock Band, Pictionary and Apples to Apples…

But the biggest thing I learned (and probably the most life changing, really… if we’re honest….)

OMG.

Seriously.

OMG.

Let that sink in for just one minute.

…

You know I’ve seen them before, right?

I saw them July 2011… but before that, the BFF and I went to DC to see them.

(We’re so going to meet up in DC this year, too!)

If you’re really in the mood to laugh, you can check out that trip here and here.

And then, of course, the hubs came along and right before we got married, I had to break up with Donnie.

But just because we broke up doesn’t mean that I can’t check in on him to make sure that he’s doing okay…

In a perfect world, I’d hit DC on Friday and then drive up to Philly on Saturday and home on Sunday, but I don’t know that I can make that happen.

We’ll just see where the chips fall. :)

I am one happy camper!

What did you learn this week? Link up at From Inmates to Playdates.

Until next time…

Filed Under: Dorks R Us, Grins and Giggles, Heather's Quirks, What I Learned This Week, Yo!

One Score and 16 years ago… at 7 something in the morning…

January 9, 2013 2 Comments

I was born.

Me.

In all my glory.

I’ve been an adult for EIGHTEEN years… or at least by law. I’m pretty sure I’m not REALLY an adult yet.

No…

…just 18 with 18 years experience.

But yes. January 9th… 1977… the Day the world was blessed with little ol’ me.

It was also Super Bowl Sunday. That’s before they extended the season.

The Vikings played the Raiders and the Raiders won… 32-14.

It was their first Super Bowl Championship.

(I’m still waiting for THAT to come up in some random trivia game…)

I was born early enough in the morning so that my dad could still catch the game… (I’m considerate like that…)

And for YEARS (primarily when I was a teen living in Philly) I was convinced that it was my birth on Super Bowl Sunday that pre-destined me to be a sports reporter.

You see how far I went with that dream, right?

I have no baby pictures. And forethought would’ve had me ask my mom to scan one and send it to me.

But I had no forethought.

I have a few pictures of me growing up…

Oh wait! I totally lied! I DO have a baby picture of me! (Amazing the things you put on Facebook and forget!)

That’s me and my Pappy Bob. He passed away this time last year.

And as I was typing this, my mom… without knowing… was scanning and sending me pictures on Facebook! So you can see those on my Facebook page…. (and like it while you’re at it!)

My mother’s favorite picture… which she sent to the hubs and it’s framed on his night stand.

That was Kings Dominion if I’m not mistaken. I’m pretty sure there’s a picture that same day of my brother in his smurf undies after he puked blue cotton candy all over the back of the truck… Too much cotton candy and one too many rides on the Scooby Doo Coaster.