Random Thoughts

My mind is on overload lately. Too much to do, too little time. I've been saving up lots of super random things that have been on my mind for one long blog. No pics, just journaling. First. What is it with stupid drivers? I know I've talked about this before, but sometimes my road rage is out of control. I was driving home the other day with both girls in tow when a big truck was entering the highway from the on ramp. I was in the right lane, cars to my left, and was about 1/8 mile from my exit. I didn't want to get over and then take the chance of not being able to get back in time, so, since I had the right-a-way, I sped up a tad. This punk lays on his horn for the longest time, gets right up to my bumper and gives me the bird. Seriously? I so so badly wanted to roll my window down and give it to him right back, but I had to remind myself that I had precious cargo with me and didn't want him to - I don't know, shoot me or anything. You never know these days. So instead of giving him a piece of my mind, I exited and fumed the whole way home. I'm not sure why I let silly stuff like that bother me. Second. I mentioned before that I had five pounds to lose. Well something fishy is going on because I've gained a few. I started working out, have cut dairy and chocolate completely out of my diet to keep Charlotte content, and eat less now than before-and yet somehow I've gained weight. What a crock. Clint, on the other hand, joined a gym-has worked out for one week, and lost five pounds. Gag me. Third. I now know why some moms look like (for lack of a better word) crap. When you're constantly taking care of babies, who has time to shower? I haven't bought a new pair of shoes or clothing for myself since last January when I wanted a new shirt to run my marathon in. I don't necessarily need anything new, but I'm sure Clint would like to see me in something other than the same five solid color t-shirts over and over again. The problem is that every time I go to a store with the intent of looking for something for me, my feet take me right to the baby section. Little girl clothes are so much more fun to pick out. They're cheaper, there's more to choose from and I never have to worry about them not fitting. Plus I have way too much fun playing dress up with them. They are always decked out in bows and bling, while I am always in my Crocs with my hair slicked back by grease in a pony tail. I went to visit an old friend on Sunday and she actually said, "it's funny that your girls are always so cute and dressed up, because you so don't seem like that kind of mom". Ha ha! I could have taken offense, but let's face it she was right on. Fourth. I LOVE being a mom. Every second of it. I love taking care of them, cleaning up after them, snuggling with them, fixing owies...everything. Fifth. I love my Wednesdays! My MIL babysits every Wed morning -- both girls. I love them because I get to do my grocery shopping and any errand I have in record time. PLUS--I get to do my picture taking without listening to Baby Einstein; without having to pass goldfish back every few seconds; and without having to sing and dance to keep Sage entertained. Instead, I get to listen to my all time fave radio station, KISS FM. I know; they can be a tad on the dirty side at times, but I think they are absolutely hilarious. I loved this station in TX, and I love it even more out here. I used to listen to "second date update" and all of their daily antics, but now it's all baby stuff. Wednesdays I crank the volume up and just laugh my way through their show. When I was teaching school I would sprint from my car to my class room so I could turn it back on and listen as long as I could before the kids got there. Good times. Six. I gotta go clean my house before my girls wake up. The dust in here is driving me crazy, and I clipped Charlotte's fingernails and instead of trying to pick the tiny clippings up, I let them fall to the floor and now they are haunting me.