Blame it on the bacon.

Well, this weekend was quite busy. Saturday was two kids in two different spots. Charlie had a football game and it was an exiting one. Sammy had a Pony club rating test. Fortunately, the parents can't be help or be involved. Much to my relief. So, I left her at the barn to fend for herself and went to watch the football game. The good news... Charlie's team won (in the last 20 seconds) and Sammy passed her ratings test. Yippee...

But let me share with you the highlight or low point of the weekend, depending on your point of view. I wore a new skirt to church on Sunday. It felt a little snug but it was a stretch material so I thought it would be alright. Besides I had on a long t-shirt. I accessorized with complimentary jewelry trying to take the focus off the tight skirt. Looking good. Even McE said I looked nice when I came downstairs. Well, as I was leaving the service this gal came running up to me and said .... 'Sabrina, your skirt is unzipped'. I quickly covered my backside with my Bible, thanked her and ran off in shame. Seriously? I had meant to ask McE to zip me up when I came downstairs but I was distracted by the smell of bacon. Ok... here is the kicker... We were seated towards the front, spent 1/2 the service standing and I was wearing a thong. Ha! No I wasn't wearing a thong. But the rest of this is a true story. Oh, the embarrassment of flashing folks in church.

Have a happy day and try not to flash anyone.
Sabrina

Now that's entertainment

Yesterday the kids finished their homework and chores in record time. So, I decided to take them to the mall for dinner and run some errands. There was an arcade just inside the food court entrance, and Charlie just about had a stroke when he saw it. I was not about to indulge that pinball wizard fantasy so we moved on. I know, I'm mean but I was hungry.

Despite all of the culinary choices, we dined at Chic-fil-a. As we were sitting in the eating area Samantha spied a mall cop. But she calls him a mall police. I don't know why but I think that is funny. The mall 'police' is fascinating to her because, hello, a movie was just made about one and he saved the day. Who knows what may unfold before our eyes. As she watches him intently, he stops his patrol and stands near our table. Oh, the excitement of it all. To see a mall cop up close. This began the whole discussion of whether or not he carries a gun. All the while he is talking into his walkie talkie.

"I don't see a gun.." "Do you think he has a taser gun?" ... "Is he getting ready to taser someone?" I am getting annoyed because they cannot eat while watching the mall cop. He just might taser someone when they take a bite of a chicken nugget. And then they would miss the action.

Finally, another mall employee walks up with a towel. He wipes up a spill the mall police has been guarding. No taser action needed. And my kids were able to resume their dinner.

After our dinner and a show, we walked around a bit, Charlie and Sam were amazed at the amount of stores and kiosks that are in the mall. "Look mom a... ". " Look over here." "Can we go in here?" It was a case of mall sensory overload. I didn't realize how rarely we go to the mall until I saw how they were enchanted by it. Charlie ended the outing by saying..."I wish we could move out here because I would be at this mall all the time."
And I'm sure he would.

Now you see why there are days in between my posts. And you probably wish I would skip some more.

Have a happy day.
Sabrina

Under pressure

This week has/is a long one. I had to go back to work. I just work at a pre-school. I work with two year olds. I have been doing this for 3 years now. I am a little jaded at this point. I teach with my friend Jules. I seriously couldn't make it without her. Let me give you a glimpse into the elusive pre-school world. We have a kid in our class that his parents describe him as 'exceptional'. Well, exceptional he is...
Today we were working on a color sheet and this is the dialogue I had.
'Exceptional' says... "I need more sex."
Me... "huh"
'Exceptional'... " I need more sex"
Jules... "yeh, we all do". She never misses a beat.
me... "What is it?"... "did I hear him right?"
'Exceptional'... "I need more sex"
me... "one more time sweetie..you want more crayons?
'Exceptional'... "No, I need more sex"
This went on for a little more. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ok... I am sure I just couldn't decipher what he was trying to get across. But it was amusing nonetheless.

Later on... I was reading a book about a puppy. The puppy was trying to get out of the gate in the fence. I asked the class...
me... "what would happen if the puppy ran out the fence?"
'Exceptional'..."that would suck"
me... yes, yes it would. Or, he might get lost.

This is our future.
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On to the home front....

And this is my mess at home. My man received paint from my folks for Christmas. Lucky guy.

So, we were going to begin painting the family room. Step One... take everything off the walls, patch holes, and move the furniture away from the walls. And Step One is as far as we have gotten. Some how this disaray effects me emotionally. I am in disaray.

Finally... I am in charge of the food for a women's brunch at church on Friday. I thought I was just volunteering to to help with food. In my mind this meant bring a dish. But since no one else offered help, I am now in charge of food. so, I am getting a bit stressed. But is isn't stopping at Friday morning. My man told me yesterday that we have to make chili for a missions dinner Friday night. Then, for the Saturday night Missions dinner, I am in charge of appetizers. All that keeps going through my head is the Queen song, Under Pressure. I understand for most this isn't a big deal. But I am easily overwhelmed.

These are my character flaws... easily amused by helpless two year olds and easily overwhelmed by how much and what stuff to buy for a crowd.

I know this post is all over the place... I am watching House Hunters International as I write. I would love to be shoping for a flat in Paris right about now.

***This was written Tuesday but I had trouble uploading the picture.

Have a happy day.
Sabrina

Yikes! Dingleberries

At least I'm not alone in my toilet paper caught in my butt fur peril. Obviously, others have this problem if they make a commercial about it.



I'm just kidding. But I did laugh out loud when I first saw this on TV. Ironically, my man was in the bathroom at the time so I had to pause until he came out. So he could appreciate the craziness. Seriously, I can't believe they are trying to appeal to folks with TP stuck to their hineys. I am laughing now just thinking about it.