What To Eat... What To Eat?

I have this problem. I hate to make lunch. Seriously. What do you folks eat? I made a grilled cheese for lunch today, and half of it is still sitting on my desk- wishing itself into a Jack in the Box chicken sandwich. *sigh*
My better behaved self tells my spender that we need to eat at home, but we just can't seem to like anything in our fridge at lunch time.
HELP!!!

What She Said... What I Heard

What she said: "Mom, can we have a dog?"

What I heard: "Mom, how do you feel about having to scrape poop out of our yard for the next 18 years? Don't you just love getting into the car and then having every one do a 'shoe check' due to the peculiar smell? Are you overly anxious to spend gross amounts of money on food for such an animal? Do you think a German Shepard is a good choice for our corner lot right next to the school? How do you feel about fleas? Worms? Puppies?"

I shudder.


But should I, by chance, say yes to any of the above questions, what kind would I say yes to?

Better Late Than Never

It's my motto. It applies to all fronts. My family can stop laughing now. Because my post has nothing to do with being pregnant. Actually, these are pictures from the first day of school. And, well, better late than never.

Ahh, life is good.

Could Somebody Please Move This Elephant Off My Foot?

Stuck. Can't move forward, can't move backward, not even sideways- And it just stinks!

That's what I have been feeling. A dark cloud hanging ominously over my head. That stupid elephant standing on my foot. My mind has been stuck for the last forever on the STUPIDEST thing. My taxes.

I am such a January filer. I have been forever. I like to box up the year and put it away. Start over with empty file drawers. A clean slate. No more last year.

This year? Not so much. I like QuickBooks. I loved 2005. I was forced to upgrade in 2008. I don't love it. And I have a sneaking suspicion that in the upgrade was a tweak. A tweak that led to me doing something wrong all year. That pesky little Profit and Loss balance sheet? All messed up. I couldn't for the life of me figure that scoundrel out. I puzzled over it for 6 months! 6 months, I tell you! Well, it is still not fixed, but the problem is in much more QB proficient hands than mine. I did go a "back door" route to getting my taxes finished. They are mailed now.

My mind is freed up to move on to other things on the list.

So, if you see that elephant, tell him to keep his big, heavy, stinky self away from me. I have other things to think about!

Lord, Help Us All!

When The Four Year Old Is Mad At You

Words start coming out of his mouth.
Words like idiot.
Loser.
Jerk.
I turn around and laugh so he can't see me- because we have talked about how those words are not appropriate.
But tonight, tonight was my favorite:
"You scrandrall!"
Yes, Son, scoundrel is a good insult.

Home ECONOMICS

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate to go grocery shopping? I usually wait until we are down to condiments- literally- and we have to eat out on the way to the grocery store. It's sad. And true. I hate it when they ring up the bill and say, "That will be $220, please." Try not to snort coffee out your nose as you read that. That's the correct amount for a family of 8 for 2 weeks. Yes, it is.
But stop to think about it:
$220/2 weeks= $110 per week
$110/8 people= $14.75 per person, per week

What does that really mean?
It means that I can eat out once at a restaurant that serves it's food on a plate- but I have to go hungry for the rest of the week.
Or I could eat out 3 times at a restaurant that serves it's food in a paper wrapper. I'm still going to be really hungry at the end of the week.
Or, I could eat at home 21 times. And not be hungry at all.

Hmm, maybe $220 isn't so bad after all.