A Post Holiday Favorite

My favorite thing about the day(s) after the holidays are the awesome sales. I love getting holiday decor at least 50% off. I bought some silk poinsettia plants for Christmas just three weeks ago for $1 each. ONE DOLLAR! Of course, I only bought six because I didn't want to go overboard and make next Christmas look like a Crazy Poinsettia Lady lived at my house. Yes, I'm sure they must exist, because as I was putting six plants in my cart, I saw another lady with three baskets full of them. She must have had at least 20. I don't know, maybe she's the activities committee chair-person for her ward.

*Back to the sales* Today I found Valentine candy for 50% off. The ONLY time candy is ever on sale is post holiday. So naturally I 'stocked' (one bag of each) up on my favorites.


Now the dilemma: What order should I eat the chocolate in?

Okay, we all know that plain old milk chocolate pretty much has no place on this earth since milk chocolate with nuts, dark chocolate, and dark chocolate with nuts are clearly superior products. Which leaves me here: eat the milk chocolate first (get the worst out of the way), eat the Krackel second, Mr. Goodbar third, and the special dark chocolate (the best of all the game) gets saved for last.

Hmmm

But I really love Mr. Goodbar. It isn't his fault that Hershey made him milk chocolate, is it? And plain chocolate, no matter the darkness or lightness, is NOT better than chocolate with nuts. Is it? And where on earth do I put the Nerds?!?! The sweetness of chocolate and the sweetness of candy are two very different things.

Alright

This is how it's going to happen: yucky milk chocolate first, Krackel second, Goodbar third, Nerds fourth, special dark fifth. The Goodbar and the special dark can take turns being third and fifth respectively.

But what's really going to happen is that NONE of the milk chocolate will be eaten unless I have a huge headache or ALL of the other chocolate is gone and it is my last resort to get rid of a headache.

And Matt and I will likely fight over the Mr. Goodbars and special dark chocolates.

And if you think this is weird, don't even get me started on how to eat Skittles.
Or Pixie Sticks.
Or M&M's.

Sponge Curlers - Take 1

Leah was so happy to leave the curlers alone and not touch her hair while she was sleeping. She was so excited to, "have curly hair like Lucy!" Those are her words.


And then she woke up from her nap.

Not so happy now.


You wouldn't be either if your hair looked like this. Leah was extremely upset that I would even think about taking those curlers out.


Hmmm, this process may need a little more tweaking before she can be seen in public.

He's Just So Nice

I've made mention a time or two of my love, dare I say obsession, with chocolate dipped strawberries. I mentioned, quite sneakily, that Matt should buy me some for Valentine's Day then took it back as I had made my own. Apparently, Matt took that to heart. I emailed him the link to that particular blog post the day I posted it and apparently he went straight to the phone and did what needed to be done.

One of those days, posted a day late

I wrote this yesterday but didn't have time to actually post it until today.

A LIST OF LAME GRIEVANCES:

*Being on the phone with Comcast for 15 minutes to get them to email me a PIN. And it still hasn't been done yet (1 1/2 hours later).

*Having to get the oil changed.

*Waiting at the store for two hours to get the oil changed... over a two year old's lunch time... at Wal Mart! Let me give you a simple equation, albeit long: Hungry Melanie + Hungry Leah + 2 Hour Oil Change Wait = 1 Lucky Husband (you see, I only spent $25 outside of the oil change rather than the $hundreds$ I contemplated).

*Remember that 2 hours wait for the oil change? Turns out it was only 45 minutes. I didn't hear my name called the ONE time they called it. When I got back there they were perturbed with me for leaving my car in a 'highly used parking spot'. Oh, I apologize for not hearing my name the ONE time you called it in a very large and highly trafficked store. Right, my bad.

*I left the store having not made sure that the fools reset my oil mileage counter. They didn't reset it. Turn back around and impose upon them to finish the job up (yeah, the guy must have been really mad at me because he didn't say a word to me until I asked him when I declined the vacuum job that comes with the standard oil change, I think steam emitted from his ears).

*Finally pull into my driveway from the longest oil change in the universe only to realize that I had put my $25 worth of groceries on the floor to pay for the oil change and forgot to pick them back up. -Sigh- back to the store, muttering the whole way.

*The promised, and very anticipated, trip to the library was cut short when we pulled into the library only to find that it's closed. Duh, President's Day!

This is NOT the most logical thing to be doing right now.

I've got a few other things that I should be doing right now, my plate is fairly full today... oh well, two minute post.

Remember this delightful arrangement?
It's no longer needed. I made my own last night. APRIL, as far as I can tell those strawberries are not laced with anything. I don't know, I only ate them last night... and this morning... right after I worked out (is that counter productive?). And they were $1.50/lb. not $0.89/lb. Still that's pretty dang cheap for what they usually go for at this time of year. Oh but you do have to make at least a $4.00 purchase at this particular store to have them run a debit/credit card. "Unfortunately", I had to buy three containers of strawberries last night. Darn them for forcing my hand!

Want to hear what a great mom I am? Leah and I were driving merrily on our way over to a friend's house yesterday. After we left the house Leah kept popping her head around my seat so I could see her in my rear view mirror saying, "Hi mom! I see you!" I didn't think it was weird. Then the thought occurred to me, "She hasn't always been able to do that. Why can she now?" Not until I ALMOST entered the freeway did I realize that I had totally forgotten to buckle her in. Yep, I had put her in the seat and shut the door. You'd think I hadn't been buckling a child into a car seat for the past 2 1/2 years. Like it's a new theory for me to have to remember. Well, Leah had a blast. And I, well, I nearly had a heart attack when I realized that I could have recognized that situation at a much more crucial (and less opportune) time, like when I was on the freeway. I was instantly chastised when I pulled over to actually buckle her in. Leah called me, let me get this right, a, "Mean Mommy." She'll definitely thank me when she's older.

Oh and after editing and everything, this post ended up being a 9 minute post.

It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood...

It's a beautiful day today. Leah and I actually went outside... wait for it... without coats on! Alright, it was still only 44 degrees. But it was a sunny 44 degrees which is a whole lot warmer than an overcast 44 degrees. I'm getting geared up for spring already, and I still have almost two months to go.

I posted this picture purely for the sake of posting a picture. I really really want to squish that little face of her's.

April, are you drooling over this as much as I am? You, meaning Matt, can find them here, and I'll take the regular size (delicioso!) but I'd really love the biggest size (triple delicioso)... but that's $74 which is just too much to pay for chocolate dipped produce. Oh, and if they have them in special dark chocolate that would be great!