Kryptonite to PrissE

I thought I was a strong person.  I thought I could handle almost anything!  Apparently, I've found my "kryptonite".....

It's called.....Sleepovers!

This is what happens to me the day after my 6 year old Little and my "almost" 10 year old Big BOTH have sweet, crazy, fun, and energetic friends sleepover (that's 5 kids to entertain, feed and police, y'all!!!  I'm pretty sure the 3 girls delivered the most concentrated doses!)......

I won employee of the month. (sorta)

PrissE has awarded me a new title, Mrs. Random. I'm very proud of this title, as I earned it at our last staff meeting. We sit at staff meeting thinking of hilarious stories to tell you. Most of it? All true. Some of it? I just make up.

Hence the new title: Mrs. Random. (Is anyone paying attention?)

I am 5 ft. 6 in. and shrinking. In approx 6 to 18 months, I'll be the shortest person living at my house. I'm ok with that.

I woke up at 4am this morning. I think it's because I turned 40 this month. I don't know why I think that. I'm NOT ok with 4am.

A very expensive cosmetic counter gave me a sample bottle of their foundation. I've been wearing it for about 4 days, and I don't like it. I think it makes me look older, and more saggy eyed. I'm wearing it because I can't waste expensive foundation, even though the Cover Girl I normally wear looks nicer on my face. I don't know who to blame for this rationalization.

I think if newborn babies were born with scanner codes on their bottoms, that told the tale of what they were going to do as a teenager, there would be less children.

Recently, one of the Bossman's oldest and dearest friends found him, and re-connected. As it turns out, this friend has become a taxidermist. I found that fact out, and was instantly impressed! That final occupation punches the last 'red neck' qualification off my card. I'm official, and I didn't even have to count the old dryer on the back porch. (That's been there for almost one full year.) Or, the number of things repaired in my home with duct tape.

I don't know how I earned the title, Mrs. Random, but I am sure proud of it!

Apparently, I'm an Addict.........

Hello.  My name is PrissE.  And I'm addicted to reality TV.

Hello, PrissE...


Isn't admitting the addiction the "first step?"  I'm sure I could quit anytime I wanted...but I prefer to wait until the seasons' finales.  I choose to quit then.  So, it's really not like I'm completely addicted.  I do quit...for a while...until the next season...

You need to understand, also, that I don't watch each of these shows when they first air on their respective channels (really it's not justification, I promise *fingers crossed*).  I watch many of them on DVR............Nevertheless, you be the judge...AND, what are your "reality" addictions?

Currently I watch the following (but NOT ALL of them when they first air on their respective channels, I said!  I can't watch ALL of them when they come on at the same time!  Bunches are on my DVR.  That's not the same.....):

Celebrity Apprentice
Dancing with the Stars
Amazing Race
The Bachelor/Bachelorette (They don't come on during the same season!!  so get off my back already!)
Project Runway
Models of the Runway (this could be considered part of Project Runway, ya know!)
American Idol (This is Simon's last season...I can quit anytime I want.)
Tabitha's Salon Take-Over (Hair is VERY important!)
Shear Genius
Deadliest Catch (R.I.P. Captain Phil)
Big Brother
MythBusters
Rock of Love
Keeping up with the Kardashians
True Beauty (It's only on during the summers...that's hardly addiction!)
Dirty Jobs
Run's House
Gene Simmons' Family Jewels
Making the Team: Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders (I'm from Texas!  It's my responsibility!)
The Biggest Loser (obesity IS an American epidemic, y'all!)
American Chopper
America's Got Talent (Again...only during summers!)
So You Think You Can Dance (maybe I exercise to this show......maybe not.)
Kitchen Nightmares
Hell's Kitchen (To be fair, I don't cook.  So, maybe this is how I'm learning....)
Scott Baio is 45 & Single (Which he's not now.  I'm not accountable for this one.)
Scott Baio is 45 & Pregnant (Which he's not now.  See above.)
What Not to Wear (This is just good education.)
16 & Pregnant (I make my kids watch this sometimes, again, good education!)
The Real Housewives franchises (These I lump together...they only count as one.  I don't care what you say.)
......and, finally....Hoarders (It's just a good reminder for me to be better at cleaning!)

Maybe a reality show about ME and my reality show addictions is in order................watch your local listings!

What are YOUR reality addictions?  Come on.....you know you've got 'em!

Bringin' some joy!!

I have a new addiction! This time it's not anything as traumatic as Little Debbie Snacks or Diet Pepsi. It's something a little bit nicer, and more fun for everyone!

I'm addicted to a digital paper crafting program called, My Digital Studio from Stampin' UP!

Check it out:






Oh, there are more.... so. many. more. Way too many for this post.

So far, the only harmful side effect is a little bit of pain in my clicking hand. I figure, I was probably gonna have arthritis anyway.

I love MDS! I love creating these pages!

Share my joy!!

THANK YOU, Rhumba!!! It's NOT Just a Ballroom Dance!

A tale of tragedy, loss, suffering, determination, and ultimate joy!

Recently, a devastating event occurred in my fashion accessory life.  I was compelled, by despair...well, and the law...to issue a public & formal apology (I'm certain that my jewelry chest mourned for days after...).

I'm speaking, of course, of the day one of my favorite rhinestone studded peace sign earrings was tragically separated from it's mate, and my ear, while I was cruising, top down, at a stable and safe 65mph.  It crash-landed somewhere along the Marsha Sharp after being deflected off the menacing windshield of an overbearing red Sonata.  *Moment of Silence in memory of said accessory*

For days I lamented my loss.  For days I searched the "information super highway"--although my original can never be replaced--for Sparkly Peace.  Each search came up empty...I do have requirements, ya know.   Standards, one might say.

They must  be at least 1 1/2 to 2 inches in diameter, be truly sparkly, and dangle in a way that each stone catches, gently hugs, then delicately refracts all manners of light.  Standards you see.

On this, my third, and resignedly final, day of searching the good-ole www, I typed in my query (that's Internet talk for "so here's what I need"), and dismally pressed Enter (that's the "NOW SCOOT and go find me what I need" button).  Albeit, my mind said this effort was futile, my desperate hopefulness kept reminding me that one can find ANYTHING online.  Mr. Analytical purchased "skunk odor" for a science fair project for Big, and a friend of ours even found "red fox urine" on Ebay (don't ask...)!  But, I digress.....

Where was I?  Search....Enter.....AH!  Yes.  That, my fantastically bejeweled friends, is when the rhinestone-embellished-pearly-gates of accessory-heaven opened and the radiant beams of a crystal-miracle shown upon my 13 inch gateway to the world!!

Once my blessedly-blinded eyes adjusted, here's the beautiful panacea I beheld:

And the goddess that showered me with sparkly healing affection?  It was none other than the most superlative jewelry-saint...RHUMBA!!!

THANK YOU, RHUMBA!  You are the Jewelry-Mecca that provided the healing balm for my down-trodden accessory collection!  (And, they're not even paying me for the props!  They are just THAT good!)

Thursday night, at basketball, this happened.

Our family has just completed yet another season of Little Dribbler Basketball. This time, it was a team for Fox and Mav. They've got that whole thing going where you're born at the same time; therefore, you automatically get on the same team. As a parent, it's really the only way to do it. I efficiently had my children; therefore, we get double of everything! I'm getting off the subject.



Back to basketball!




'Round these parts, I'm sort of known as an energetic team supporter. I cheer a lot. It's usually loud. It's always positive, unless I'm pointing out some obvious mis-cues. Really? I'm just here to help. I've never been asked to sit down, be quiet or otherwise leave the building. To sum up -- I've never been kicked out of a game. Never even given a warning! I'm just spirited. Yes. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.

Thursday night, the Bossman was given a warning. I wouldn't believe it, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes! A happier night, I've never had at a basketball game.



I believe the Bossman's exact words were, 'Come on! Call the fouls!' Oh, it was a joyous evening!

The rest of the basketball tournament, the officials 'had their eyes on us'. Which is nothing new for me, but the Bossman couldn't hide behind that mustache anymore. He was a target!



So, for the record.... family members please take note...

It wasn't me this time!

A Formal, Public Even, Apology to the Red Sonata Behind Me...

Lately, Spring has sprung!  The sun has been shining, my toes have been rockin' the flops, and topless is how I've been cruisin'!

What better way to spend a beautiful day, when you live 12 hours from the beach, than to go.........SHOPPING!  So in my ladybug I hop and set off on a mission to find a killer pair of summer wedges, replenish the amazing Lancome mascara (and they are not paying me...it's just that good!), and purchase a little "peace"....Peace sign jewelry is my FAVE!




"Mission Impossible," Sassy would say......NOT this day!!!  Check out my finds!  Not one, but TWO killer pairs of summer wedges!

Feeling ultra pleased with my two new purchases, I head in the direction of my most favorite mascara...and SCORE!  If I wait until the next business day to purchase it, I'll receive a free bag with travel size cosmetics!!  So, yeah!  I waited two more days...I'm just consumer-savvy that way!

Maybe this is the point at which I should tell you that I've spent my entire shopping time rockin' to my iPod....headphones in, volume up and I am rockin' my way through the mall--and the "used-car-attitude" salespeople are unappreciative, to say the least, of me obliviously groovin' my way through their territories while completely not hearing their incessant "May I help you"s....aaaaahhhhhh, musical heaven!

After making my consumer-savvy decision regarding the most excellent mascara in the universe--I'm pretty sure that if Jesus wore mascara, this would be the lovely-lash-luster He would choose--I move on to "Mission Impossible II," TOE RINGS!!!!  S-U-C-C-E-S-S, Claire's is the BEST!!!  Not only did I purchase a totally boss peace sign toe ring, but check out my new piece of staple jewelry......peace, love & FLOWERS!

  

Lookin' good, feelin' fine, rockin' on through the mall......OMG it's almost 3:00!!!  Time to head to the "carpool line from hell"--as I have come to affectionately refer to it--and I'm back in the Ladybug, top down and headed down the highway to my sweet babies' school....................WHEN THE MOST DISASTROUS EVENT OCCURS!!!!

It is with the humblest of attitudes that I issue this completely heart-felt, public, and formal even, apology to the red Sonata driving behind me on this warm yet blustery day.  I do profusely apologize for the Rhinestone-Studded-Peace-Sign-Earring-Projectile rocketing from my car into your windshield!  I hope your window didn't sustain any chips or cracks and that no one in your vehicle received whiplash as you so violently swerved to avoid the meteoric-sparkler targeting you.  On a side note, just on the off-chance you can do me a solid, would it be possible to get back my earring that just flew out of my ear and into your windshield?? I would be most appreciative. Thank you.